Brad was big for for his age, 6'1" 174 and well muscled. He wanted to get bigger because he was into football in a big way and wanted to make the varsity team by sophomore year if at all possible, and that meant making the JV team this year. He had been looking forward to going to high school for a long time, but now that it was August and opening day was less than a month away, he was getting a little nervous. He knew that preseason practice was to begin today, and wanted to be able to hold his own at least.

Brad arrived twenty minutes early and had to wait for the coach to arrive to open the locker room. He could feel the perspiration forming on his hands. It was a very hot day, but he knew this preparation was not caused by the heat. More guys began to gather. He noticed some of them seemed a little nervous, too. Finally coach Sullivan arrived. He made the guys wait in a classroom until all the guys who were going out for football had a fair chance to arrive. The lecture which followed seemed to never end and although Brad was trying to listen carefully, he honestly could hardly remember anything Coach Sullivan said.

Finally they got to suit up. Brad cautiously checked out his competition. there were a lot of guys bigger than he was, but many were smaller as well. The coach really worked them hard. No football today, no tackling dummies, no equipment of any kind. Running, calisthenics, running, pull ups, running, push ups, wind sprints, more laps. A couple of the guys just dropped, and several threw up. Brad kept it together and hung in there, but he thought his lungs were going to burst. His head was pounding and his whole body ached. The August sun beat down without mercy. When it was over, even the returning seniors had lost their bravado, and the guys just drifted off home.

The next days were even harder, but gradually Brad was more than hanging in, he was taking the lead. He was also slightly less rung out at the end of practices. The field of candidates began to narrow--some guys simply stopped showing up. Coach Sullivan had a little talk with others. School was starting in two days, and the final varsity and junior varsity rosters were posted. Except for the returning varsity players, none of the guys even pretended to act unconcerned. There were still fifteen guys who would be cut all together. Brad squeezed through the crowd and scanned the junior varsity list--he knew he was better than some of the guys whose names appeared on it, but his name wasn't there. He checked again--nope, not there. He tried to hide his disappointment. Just then Cliff, a senior and most probably the captain for the year tapped Bard on the shoulder and said congratulations. Brad thought he was being nasty, but Cliff pointed to Brad's name, not of the JV roster, but on the varsity. Brad let out an ear piercing whoop.

After the commotion at the bulletin board had died down, Coach Sullivan announced there would be a meeting of the varsity team in ten minutes in the small gym. Brad felt overwhelmed. Most of the guys "accidentally" bumped into him or Pound his arm or slapped his ass. Once again, despite his efforts, Brad could hardly hear what the coach was saying. He just collected his uniform, his play book and tried to focus. When coach Sullivan had finished giving out the practice and game schedules and all the other paper work, he said that he was going to leave and turn the group over to Cliff.

Cliff stood up and gave a rousing pep talk. Then he said that Brad was the first freshman to have made varsity that he knew of, and that it was time for his new teammates to induct him into the squad. Brad was grabbed by three guys and dragged into the shower room. There the entire team pissed on him. He was totally drenched. He didn't care--he made some protests, but what the hell, he'd made the varsity! Cliff announced that since he was obviously a baby, he needed to dress and be treated like a baby. Two guys held him down while Cliff striped him naked. Then Cliff put a diaper on him, saying that every guy on the team had the responsibility to make sure Brad wore his diaper at all times from that point to the the end of the first game of the season--still ten days away. Brad was given a baby bottle, a supply of adult sized diapers, a rattle, baby powder and baby wipes. He had to keep these with him at all times. Brad was not allowed to use the bathroom since he was a baby and babies wet their diapers. Any guy on the team could check his diaper at any time. His diaper had to be wet at least once a day. When it was, the teammate who discovered it got to change Brad.

Brad was totally shocked. He expected to be thrown into the shower, or even pissed on, but having to wear a diaper for ten days? Having to actually wet it? Having guys change him? Damn, that was going way too far!!! He knew the guys on the team were really tight--he had dreamed of being one of them--he wanted to show that he was "a good sport". Maybe this was a trick--maybe they just expected him to say hell no, fuck this shit. Maybe they would just make him wear the diaper for a few minutes then make him one of them. He decided to say nothing, and just leave. Once away from the gym, he would take the damn thing off!

There were some woods about two blocks from the school. Brad went into them, pulled off the diaper and went home. He still had the other baby things in his backpack, and they could just stay there as far as he was concerned. After supper that night, Nick, one of the varsity players stopped by. He was warmly greeted my Brad's family, and he and Brad went up stairs, Brad thought to play video games. As soon as they were alone in the room, Nick yanked on Brad's pants to see if the diaper was there. He went to the phone in Brad's room and made a call, saying that Brad had let them down--after a long pause which Brad found very uncomfortable, Nick said okay, and hung up.

Nick told Brad that this was his one warning. Either wear and wet the diapers until the end of the first game or pay the price. Nick told Brad to lay on his bed. Nick took off Brad's pants and underpants and put on a new diaper. He said that he would stay there playing video games until the diaper was wet. Brad better start drinking a lot of water right now.

Damn thought Brad, the guys really mean this--how the hell can I get away with wearing a diaper for ten days? Brad drank five glasses of water His stomach was totally full and he just couldn't drink any more. Nick started to play video games as he said he would. It wasn't long before Brad began to feel the need to take a wicked piss. Nick noticed his face and told him to just let go--he needed to be wet before Nick could verify success on day one. Brad tried--anything to get this over!! He just couldn't. Nick told him to relax--Brad snapped back how the hell am I supposed to relax. Nick said look, this is your first time, go into the bathroom like you were gonna take a regular piss, just do it in the diaper. Brad tried. He strained and finally managed to wet a little. His bladder was just bursting and the few drops he'd managed to make in the diaper did nothing the relieve the pressure. Then Nick came up behind him and started tickling, the stream opened up and in thirty seconds the diaper was soaked. Nick went in and made another call----okay he said as he hung up. You're okay for today--one down, nine to go. Let's finish the game, I'm gonna whip your ass!

After Nick left, Brad tried to think how he could get away with wearing diapers for nine more days--it seemed an eternity. Nick had taken Brad's first wet diaper and put it in a plastic bag and hidden it under his shirt. He would offer it as evidence to the other guys. but Brad had to present the others and get rid of traces so no one would know.

The next day at practice, half the team pulled Brad's pants back to check to make sure the diaper was in place. The coach made sure the guys had plenty to drink because the August sun was brutal. By the end of practice the guys all needed a good piss. Brad went into the bathroom, stood at the urinal and managed to go in his diapers--this time without being tickled. When he was done, he said, okay, whose gonna check me now! Cliff said very solemnly that as the newly elected captain, it was his duty. He reach down into Brad's diaper and pronounced it wet. The guys clapped. Cliff made Brad lay on the floor and changed him into a clean diaper as the guys watched. Brad was embarrassed as hell, but when it was done, he stood up and raised his hands above his head in the victory sign. The guys cheered. Brad was shown an unassigned locker and there in the bottom was the diaper he had wet the previous night. Diaper number two went into a plastic bag carefully labelled and put in the wet diaper locker. the locker was locked. After that the guys showered and acted just as if everything was totally normal.

Just as he was about to leave, the coach asked him to come into his office. Brad did, and the coach had him sit down. He said that he heard that Brad was already becoming a total part of the team--this was vitally important to everyone--the more the team bonded, the better they would work together. The coach said that each team had it's own way of bringing new guys in. This team's was radical, but harmless and that in the end it would work very well.

For the next nine days guys form the football team were stopping over Brad's house at all times of the day--socially at night, to give him a ride to practice in the morning--any time. They always checked to make sure Brad had on his diaper. Each time Brad had to piss, he found it a little easier to just go in his diaper. He started to like the way it felt against his skin. He liked the way no one seemed to notice that he was wearing a diaper under his jeans.

Finally the day of the first game arrived. Brad wore his diaper under his cup and pants--finally his "baby" days were over. He wasn't even thinking about wearing the diapers any more--it was no big deal--but his stomach was in knots over the game--he wanted the team to win, but even more he wanted to make sure he didn't make a fool out of himself on the field.

In retrospect, the game wasn't very exciting--both teams had yet to reach mid-season form and it was a wet and miserable day which kept the attendance down. Brad played well and was in the game for a good twenty minutes--quite long for a rookie. He didn't make any spectacular plays, but he did his bit and helped his team rack up their first victory of the season--7 to 20. The entire team was totally up on adrenaline and a natural high. Guys were slapping each other, jumping on each other, and having a great time and Brad was in the center of it all. As they entered the locker room, the coach called Brad in. He told Brad that he his performance on the field proved that he deserved to be on the team and that Brad should feel good about himself. The coach was proud of how well Brad had accepted the initiation. Not many freshman would have had the guts to do it, and no other freshman would have made the team and become an integral part of it. The coach went on the point out all the things Brad had done well during the game and then the things that needed work. Brad could easily see that his performance had been carefully scrutinized, and he had passed the acid test.

When the game analysis was done, the coach told Brad to join his team mates in the shower room, winked and smiled. When he wanked into the shower room, there was the entire team dressed only in diapers laying on the floor, drinking from baby bottles and crying. They were crying cause they all had wet diapers, and Brad had to change every one of them! Brad had made it.

The End