Willi McKenzie jumped down from the yellow schoolbus. Splitting off from the cluster of middleschoolers, he scurried down a path off the side of the road. Skidding down the steep bank into the woods, he heard his friends calling to each other as they headed down the street to the ball field by Euan's grocery. Normally, he'd be with them on such a bright sunny day, but he was in a rush to get home. At the bottom of the bank, he sprinted, his high top tennis shoes making dimples in the moist red clay as he dodged logs and hopped gulleys. The brush slapped at his faded levi's as he came into the backyard of the old victorian house. Unlike his usual tumultuous entrance, he slowed and slipped quitely around the side of the house, climbing up the old concrete blocks set in the ivied bank by the north wall. He carefully opened the back door. Moving quietly, he passed his father's library and headed up the carpeted stairs to his room.

Closing the door, Willi got down on his knees, and reached under the bed. He stretched to reach the far corner where the bed was shoved against the corner of the room. Feeling nothing, he moved his hand from side to side, and then began to frantically sweep his hand back and forth, brushing the wood with his fingertips. Willi's heart skipped a beat, and a knot formed in his stomach. Reaching up he took the lamp off his bedside table and tipped it sideways to look under the bed. Nothing.

Willi stood up shaking. He knew he should have hidden the diapers outside. Then he could have run them through the washer and dryer when his mom went shopping on Saturday as usual. This morning he'd overslept, and wakened with his father tickling him on the ribs - fortunately just above the soggy diapers hidden under the his P.J.'s. He'd grabbed the sheets and held them down, yelling at his father to leave him alone.

Sam McKenzie, momentarilly startled, had stood up and looked down at his son, taken aback. Puzzled. Normally the boy was in pretty good, if sleepy, spirits when he got him up. Shrugging it off to a bad morning, Sam had kept his voice cheerful, telling the obviously anxious boy to hurry up or he'd be late for school.

Willi, looking at the clock, realized he'd have to run to catch his bus. He was relieved to see his father leave the room, and had squirreled out of the wet diapers and carefully balled them up into his pajama bottoms before getting out of bed. Even though, he thought he was a bit old for footed sleepers, he was glad he'd had them on, as they'd covered everything when his father had pulled back the sheets. Standing up, the naked boy ran his fingers down over his smooth hairless crotch, feeling the damp pee still clinging to his skin. He loved the faint aroma of amonia, and wished he could put the wet diapers back on. Carefully closing the door to his room, so his older sister Jilley wouldn't see him, he separated the diapers from the pajamas. Realizing he wouldn't have time to run out and hide them in the woods behind the house, he balled up the wet cloth and shoved the diapers into a far corner under his bed.

He then pulled the plastic bag out of the pajamas. By cutting the corners off, he'd created holes that fit around his legs tightly enough to keep the his pee from wetting the bed. Though occasionally there were wet spots on the sheets, his mother had never said anything, and he assummed she hadn't noticed them. Unfortunately he had to tuck the plastic in over the diapers to keep from leaking at the top, and the crinkled plastic never felt very comfortable around his waist. How he dreamed of real plastic pants. The plastic bags were a poor substitute, useful only in so far as they were easily made and disposed of without suspicion. How he envied his 4 year old cousin Joey, kept in thick cloth diapers and plastic pants by Uncle Josh and Aunt Mary. He planned to volunteer a lot of time over the summer to watch the kid. Willi just loved looking at that padded bottom toddling around the backyard in plastic pants and T-shirt.

His mother must have cleaned his room and found the wet diapers! Willi's normally ruddy complexion was sheet white. He sat down on his bed, tears welling up from his brown eyes as he shook with fear. His mind was blank with fear. How is a boy supposed to deal with his parents finding out that he'd been sneaking his four year old cousin's diapers and wetting them in secret. He had no idea why, but it was irresistible. He could still almost feel the sensation when he'd first tried on real diapers. Screwing up his courage, he'd snuck two of Joey's diapers, putting them on under a loose fitting pair of coverall's he'd worn over to his Aunt and Uncle's one Saturday. The thrill of the thick cloth bunched up between his legs and the possiblility of someone noticing the buldge under his loose clothing on the way home, had left him almost dizzy with excitement. When he got home, he'd locked himself in the bathroom for an hour, even though no one was in the house, and paraded naked in front of the mirror with the diapers pinned tightly around his waist. They were real - right down to the two blue teddy bear pins purloined from Joey's diaper table!

Now, there was nothing Willi could do. His parents knew! He shook some more, struggling to get control of himself. He sat down on his bed and put his head down on his hands. It was then that he noticed for the first time that he'd been so scared, he'd actually wet his pants. There was a dark stain the size of a baseball around his crotch where the pee had soaked the faded blue denim cloth. Ironically, somehow the wet pants actually comforted him. Sometimes, when he was out in the woods, he'd deliberately do this, running around on the trails where there was always the chance that one of his friends might see him before they dried out. It had always been a wonderful feeling, somehow made all the better by the possibility of discovery. Once, Billy Martin and Terry Danson had almost caught him. They'd seen him on a trail and had called out to him to ask if he wanted to go over to the old tree house and play war. He'd yelled back that he was late getting home, and had raced off, terrified, up the trail deeper into the woods before they could follow. After his mom finding his wet diapers, however, he wasn't about to be discovered with wet pants. Quickly he stripped off the trousers and the underwear. Fortunately, he hadn't really soaked them and he knew that they would dry out in the laundry hamper long before his mother did the Monday wash. His mother had never commented on the occasional pee stain on his underwear, and he didn't expect any trouble from that.

Leaving the levis and white jockey shorts in a bunch on the floor, he went over to his bureau to get clean clothes. It had been hot all day, so he searched around in the bottom for a pair of shorts. The weather had just turned warm, and with the beginning of summer, they were still at the bottom of the pile beneath the jeans he usually wore to school. He pulled out a pair of light green cotton denim shorts and held them up. Compared to most boy's shorts, the legs were quite short. Even though the stores stocked mostly jams and bermuda-length, his mother disliked the way they looked, and she always cut off and hemmed the legs to what she regarded as a proper length for boys - about a half inch below the crotch. As his mother never bought him knee or other athletic length socks, but socks that reached just above the tops of his high top tennis shoes, this left his legs exposed from ankle to nearly his crotch, while, at the same time, they emphasized the smooth curves of his round little fanny. His mother referred to this as "European-style" from the boys she and Sam had admired while on their summer honey moon camping around Germany.

Though his friends usually kidded him a bit about his short-shorts, he secretly liked them cause they looked like little boy shorts. Since he'd grown up in the neighborhood, all the kids were used to them. Their teasing was pretty friendly, and he enjoyed wearing them, particularly around some older kids in the neighborhood. He liked the way they tended to treat him like a little boy - it had become kind of a game with them once they picked up on the fact that he actually liked this. He was a likable kid whose shy smile, respectful charm, and playful nature made him a fun little monkey to have around, and his playing at being a little boy was accepted as a running joke.

Laying the shorts on the floor, Willi pulled open the second drawer of his bureau to get clean underwear. There, washed and neatly folded, were the diapers, placed between the T-shirts and jocky shorts.

Willi stayed up in his room until called for dinner. His mother had heard him come in, but had chosen not to disturb him, leaving him to make his own discoveries of the mornings events. This had not been the first time she'd found diapers in his room. Some months ago there had been wet diapers under the bed, and several times she had found the dry diapers hidden under his jeans or in his closet during periodic cleanings and reorganizations of his often chaotic room. It had been four months since her sister-in- law had called up to tell her that she'd seen Willi sneak a couple of Joey's diapers and wear them home under his overalls. The not infrequent wet spots, and pee stains on his sheets, in the light of all this were more than tell- tale. She and Sam had said nothing. It was also true that neither she or Sam were particularly anxious to see Willi grow up, and they always dressed him in clothes as young as they and Willi could get away with. Willi still had grey flannel shorts for church, even though most boys his age had slacks, and she always bought footed pajamas for him along with the short-shorts. She had even reseamed some so that they had no fly. They both thought his sneaking the diapers was cute, but felt that they should respect his privacy. They also knew about the pants wetting in the woods. The heavy pee stains on the underwear and the distinctive slight air of amonia about the boy and sudden changes in clothing were all noticed along with the pattern of secretive dissappearances into the woods. Once she had seen him dissappear hurridly around the corner of the house into the woods, his levis clearly padded at crotch.and fanny.

Sam and she had discussed how they should handle this many times, and had waited to see if the pattern established itself into a fixation, and how he dealt with his unusual desires. Having Willi in diapers was exciting to them both for a variety of reasons, but they also felt that they should not force or push him towards something he might resent latter. Even though this fetish was appealing to them both, it was his, and they wanted him to develope his personality and sexuality in his own way. Recent events had made it clear, though, that Willi was beginning to skate on thin ice. The trips into the woods to wet his pants and wander around could lead to unfortunate consequences. Willi was becoming more daring in these voyages out into the world, and at 11 years of age, they weren't at all comfortable with this. Clearly he was flirting with discovery, almost pursuing it. In addition, Willi's preoccupation with the diapers was having an undesirable effect on his personality. Usually open and cheerful, he was becoming secretive and withdrawn. The edge had gone off his schoolwork, and he often seemed to avoid playing with his friends. Worse, he often seemed fearful and anxious. It was becoming obvious that the stress of hiding what was obviously an obscession was having an unhappy effect.

When Willi was called down to dinner, he was the last to arrive. He took his usual place at the table with a sense of looming catastrophe. He said nothing, studying his placemat. When he glanced discretely around the table, he could see nothing unusual in the faces of his parents, though Jilley gave him a funny look when he briefly crossed eyes with her. That was enough to tell him that his secret was out to the whole family. As he sat there, a knot of anticipation in his stomache, his parents talked about the day and its events as though nothing unusual had happened. His dad, still wearing the officer's dress Khaki's he usually wore on the post, was discussing the plans for the summer with his mother and sister. There were big plans for a vacation to the Caribbean in September before school started, and Jilley was dissappointed that she was going to be at camp during this time. She had a job as a 14 yr old junior councilor that she had been looking forward to as a camper for years. After passing the plates around, Colonel McKenzie asked Jilley how school had gone that day and if she had finished her homework. After discussing this and the ceremony in the fall where she would get a letter for cheerleading, his father asked Willi how his day had been. Willi wasn't very responsive, and mumbled something about having no homework as next week was going to largely be exams before summer break.

In her usual best lecture tone, his mother cut in and said, during a pause in the conversation: "Willi, its time you started to take better care of your room, you can't leave your clothes lying all over the place. I have a lot of work to do and I can't always be picking up after you."

Usual stuff. He got this lecture about every week.

"I also don't want to find any more of your wet diapers stuffed under your bed. They make the whole room smell. From now on you are to put them in the wash along with your other clothes."

The startled look on Willi's face almost made Colonel McKenzie loose his straight face. His sister Jilley choked audibley but said nothing. His mother just continued on lightly scolding him for being such a sloppy boy, and proceeded into a lecture on the necessity of his staying in and spending some time preparing for his exams during the weekend. Part of her usual pep talk about school which he and Jilley had had repeated a thousand times. That was it. The topic of conversation moved on to politics and the drubbing the democrats had gotten in the elections. Both Sam and his wife were quite pleased, as it augured improvements in military salaries and benefits which had deteriorated substantially in recent years.

Willi could hardly believe that that was it. After dinner he dissappeared back up the stairs to his room and got out his toy soldiers and spread them on the floor. He played with these half heartedly until bedtime, when his mother entered his room. "Put your toys away Willi, its time for bed." The 11 year-old barely looked at her as he hurridely gathered them up into their box, and headed off to the bathroom to brush his teeth. His mother was leaving the room just as he returned. "Willi, I put your night things out on your bed for you, if you need any help call me. By the way, I'm going to have to get you some decent plastic pants to use with your diapers." She bent over and kissed the startled boy on the top of his head and ruffled his brown chesnut hair. "I'll be back in ten minutes to tuck you in."

Willi walked into his room to find his footed sleepers lying on the bed, and Joey's two diapers neatly laid out next to them in an open kite fold. Beside them were two new diaper pins with little yellow rabbit heads. His mother had also left a plastic bag and a pair of her kitchen sissors. Willi walked over and stared at the diapers. The door to his room was open and he saw his sister pass by on her way to the bathroom. "Night Willi, sleep well, see ya in the morning." She grinned and dissappeared into the bathroom.

Willi closed the door to his room, and went over to the bed. He looked at the neatly laid out diapers. He really wanted to put them on. The rabbit pins were really cute. His hands trembled, and then he unbuckled his levi's, pushing them and his white jockey shorts down around his ankles.He stepped out of them, leaving them bunched on the floor. Somehow seeing his diapers laid out by his mother, there in the open where he knew his sister had to have seen them: all made his heart pound with excitement. He hopped up on the bed and straddled the diapers. The thick cloth felt cool and smooth against his crotch as he pulled the bulk up between his smooth creamy white legs. Reaching over he took a diaper pin off the bed, stuck it into the cloth, pushing it through the material and closed the clasp. The diapers were small for his medium-build, and he had to pull the corners tightly together to pin the other side. He knew from past experience that they'd loosen up after he wet them, and could hardly wait to get his jury-rigged plastic bag over them. The plastic bag his mother had put on the bed was pretty heavy duty, and made good imitation plastic pants. Carefully cutting the corners off the bag so that they would stretch snugly around his legs, he stepped into it and pulled the plastic up over the diapers. As always, when he tucked the top of the bag in around his tummy over the diapers the crinkly plastic made his skin itch.

Willi suddenly wondered how his mother had known about the plastic bags. She couldn't have found last nights' as he'd pocketed the bag and disposed of it in a trash bin at school.

Willi then ran his hands down over his heavily diapered front, feeling the smooth plastic and the thick padding between his legs. Looking over at the mirror on the dresser, he could see himself, and the sight gave him a small pleasurable chill - particularly as he knew his mother might come back and see him at any moment. He closed his eyes and imagined how much better it would be if he had real white frosty plastic pants like Joey's. He'd tried to put his cousin's on, but they were just too small and he'd ripped a pair trying. This had really scared him, and he'd carefully shoved them deep into his aunt's garbage pail, where he'd prayed she wouldn't find them. He'd lived for several weeks in fear that their absence would be noticed, but there had been no mention of them, and he'd slowly relaxed.

Willy quickly pulled on his baby blue sleeper, stepping into the legs and zipping it up to his chin. The diapers made a clear bulge below his waist, and he grinned at himself in the mirror. With the sleeper on, he looked just like Joey.

Just after he'd gotten in bed and pulled the covers up to his chin, his mother returned. She came over and brushed his light brown hair out of his eyes, and kissed him on the cheek. "Snug as a bug son?"

Willi blushed a little, knowing that his mother knew he had the diapers on. "Yeh."

"You know, I love my little diaper-boy a whole great big lot."

Willi blushed again and his mother smiled at him some more, turned and clicked off the bedside lamp and got up to leave the room. "Mom, how'd you know about the plastic bags?"

Willi's mom turned and chuckled lightly. "Willi, you toss and turn a lot. Sometimes you kick off the covers. You know, mothers come in at night to make sure their little boys are covered up."

"Oh."

"Night dear."

"You really don't mind do you."

"I got your father so he could see you, he thought you looked pretty cute too." Willy's mother gently closed the door.

Willy lay there, his hands down around his padded waist, as he slowly flooded the diapers, his pee soaking down into the heavy cloth, moving slowly through them to wet his crotch and little pink behind. He sighed with pleasure. The feeling of being in wet diapers, in bed, and realizing that he no longer had to worry about being discovered was one of the best moments of his life. He suddenly realized that the guilt was gone. A ton of bricks seemed to lift off his chest and he sighed with pleasure and happiness.