    Across the Street

    Summary: A partly true account of how Mike returns to diapers at age
    six

    When I was 6 I used to get babysat by the lady who lived across the
    street from us. Her name was Barb and she had a 3-year-old son named
    Russell. I used to watch as Barb would change Russell's diapers and
    wished that I were wearing them too. One Wednesday that's exactly what
    I said, "I wish I was wearing diapers too." I said, sort of half
    wishing half day dreaming. I didn't even know that I had voiced my
    desire out loud until Barb turned to look at me.

    "You wish you were wearing diapers too huh? Well that's easily enough
    arranged." She said as she grabbed the waistband of my sweatpants and
    pulled them down around my ankles. She did the same with my underpants.

    I was stunned for a second and didn't know what to do. I couldn't
    believe that I had said that I wanted to wear diapers out loud. What I
    found even harder to believe was that Barb was about to fulfill my
    request. Before I had any more time to think, she pushed me backwards
    so that I started to fall onto the changing table but she grabbed hold
    of me to control my decent. Once I was positioned on the table Barb
    finished removing my sweats and underwear before pulling out a
    disposable diaper. She unfolded it and with one hand lifted my bum off
    the table by my legs while pushing the diaper under me with the other.
    After lowering my butt onto the diaper she sprinkled me with baby
    powder and pulled the front of the diaper snugly up between my legs
    before taping it into place. "There you are..." she commented, "Wish
    granted." She finished as she playfully swatted my diapered ass. The
    diaper was really tight and obviously wasn't made for someone my size,
    I was shocked that it even fit at all but at the same time I was
    thrilled to actually be wearing a diaper!

    I started to walk but the thickness of the padding between my legs
    forced them apart causing me to waddle. I turned to look at myself in
    the mirror. Looking back at me was a toddler, albeit a tall one but
    definitely not a six-year-old boy. I looked to be about 3 to 3 ½ my T-
    shirt didn't quite reach the top of my diaper and without any pants on
    I looked as though I should almost be wearing a diaper shirt with the
    snaps in the crotch to keep my T-shirt from riding up. Barb put Russell
    in his crib and led me to the kitchen. As soon as we arrived she firmly
    but gently, guided me to the highchair sitting by the kitchen table.
    She made me sit down and fastened the straps and tray in place to
    secure me in, I wouldn't be getting out of this highchair without her
    help. Next Barb produced a baby bottle of juice from the fridge and
    stuck the nipple in my mouth forcing me to drink the contents of the
    bottle. After I had finished the bottle Barb immediately replaced it
    with another one. Halfway through the second bottle I could feel my
    bladder beginning to strain with the intake of liquid.

    I tried to shuffle my weight to ease my discomfort, which only made
    things worse. I tried to take the nipple out of my mouth so I could
    tell Barb that I needed to pee but she kept moving the bottle, it was
    clear that she wasn't going to let me speak until I finished the second
    bottle as well. So I continued to suckle at the nipple of the baby
    bottle as the pressure built inside my bladder. I was almost finished
    drinking when my bladder suddenly gave out and as I moaned around the
    nipple in my mouth, I soaked the diaper as I finished the bottle. I was
    in heaven, I didn't even try to stop myself from peeing I just reveled
    in the sensations as the warm pee spread throughout the padding of the
    diaper.

    Barb put the bottle in the sink and removed the tray from the highchair
    to discover that I was peeing in my diaper. "So not only do you want to
    wear diapers you want to use them. Well if you want to pee in your
    diaper like a little baby I guess we need to get you some bigger
    diapers." She added, as urine began to trickle down my leg. Barb picked
    me up and took me to Russell's room, laid me on the changing table and
    quickly changed my soggy diaper. As soon as I was changed she bent down
    to check Russell's diaper to discover he was wet as well, after
    changing him she announced, "Well that does it, there's only one diaper
    left! Looks like we're going shopping." So Barb packed us into the car
    and headed off to the grocery store.

    I was halfway between the car and the store before I realized that I
    wasn't wearing anything over my diaper. Barb wasn't waiting for me as
    she carried Russell into the store leaving me no choice but to follow.
    She got a shopping cart and put Russell in the child seat and told me
    to walk along beside the cart. I waddled along hoping that I wasn't
    going to run into anyone I knew. After a few minutes in the store I
    could feel my bowels churning and my bladder filling up, I no longer
    cared if I ran into anyone I knew and was instead praying that I would
    make it out of the store before I was forced to use my diaper. We made
    straight for the baby supplies aisle and Barb began tossing things into
    the cart: powder, lotion, and a box of Pampers for Russell. She stopped
    one of the stock-boys and in a fairly loud voice asked, "Excuse me,
    what are the biggest diapers you sell? You see my six year old baby
    needs to have some diapers in his size!" The stock-boy turned to look
    at me, standing in my fully exposed and badly fitting diaper and T-
    shirt and gave me the hairy eyeball while sizing me up. I turned beet
    red with embarrassment and looked at the floor. I could feel the
    pressure building in my bowels and my bladder simultaneously.

    "I think that these toddler plus diapers should fit your 'baby'." The
    stock-boy offered.

    Barb thanked him and told me to grab a box and carry it through the
    store instead of putting it in the shopping cart. So I followed her as
    she wound her way through the grocery store's aisles, trying to ignore
    the looks I was getting from the other shoppers. The pressure in my
    bladder was getting critical, I was forced to walk slowly and
    deliberately or lose control of my bladder, I thought that my bowels
    would hold until we got to the car at least, or hopefully, the house.

    One lady with her son, who appeared to be approximately the same age as
    me, (I assume), pointed at me and said, "See?? Now if you don't smarten
    up right this minute I'll do the exact same thing to you and parade you
    around the whole neighborhood in nothing but diapers and a T-shirt."

    Having finished our shopping we went and stood in line at the checkout.
    There were about 5 people in line ahead of us. I had to shift my weight
    from one foot to the other and squeeze my legs together in order to
    keep from pissing myself. I put the box of Pampers down to alleviate
    some of the stress on my body.

    Ahead of us an elderly lady was taking what seemed like an eternity
    counting out every last penny to pay her grocery bill. When she had
    finally paid and collected her groceries. The next person was whisked
    through the till at breakneck speed. Barb looked at me and in a
    somewhat gruff voice ordered, "Pick up your diapers Mike." As I bent
    down to pick up my box of Pampers the pressure exerted on my bowels was
    more than they could take and as I began to stand up I froze… a short
    fart escaped from my sphincter immediately followed by a wave of poop.
    I looked around to see if anyone noticed that the back of my diaper was
    beginning to bulge. My feces pushed out between my butt cheeks and hit
    the padding of my tight diaper, spreading down towards my scrotum and
    across my butt. Barb was unaware of what was transpiring and only saw
    that I was not moving, so she tugged me along by my arm. As soon as she
    pulled me I lost what little control I had left over my bladder and
    began soaking the front of my diaper as I was simultaneously filling
    the back of it.

    I shuffled along behind Barb, messing and wetting myself as I went.
    Fortunately there was only one person left ahead of us but
    unfortunately, as Barb was putting our shopping on the conveyor belt,
    my small diaper absorbed as much urine as it could handle. Pee began to
    trickle from my diaper around the leg gathers and down my legs just as
    Barb bent down to pick up my box of diapers. Barb sniffed the air as
    she stood up, confirming her notion that I wasn't just wetting myself.
    She turned to the cashier, "I'm sorry, but my baby's diaper is leaking.
    Do you have a mop handy?"

    The cashier looked at Russell and not seeing any noticeable wetness was
    about to say something when she turned her attention to me, standing in
    a small puddle, wetness glistening on my legs. She grabbed her
    microphone as Barb removed my T-shirt leaving me wearing nothing but an
    obviously wet and messy diaper and shoes. The cashier called, "Cleanup
    at till 2." Calmly into her microphone and shot me a dirty look as she
    rang our groceries through the till.

    Barb was using my T-shirt to mop up the puddle my leaky diaper had
    caused. When she was finished she just threw it into the shopping cart,
    paid the cashier and dragged me out of the store. As we walked to the
    car I could feel my poop shift down lower into the crotch of my diaper
    and mix with my urine with every step causing my diaper to leak even
    more, but now it was starting to leak poop as well as pee. Barb was
    saying, "Well I guess you really are a baby!! Not only do you wet
    yourself in the middle of the grocery store but also you poop in your
    diaper and make a huge mess. I guess you really should be in diapers if
    you can't even tell me that you need to go poop, instead you just
    decide to poop in your diaper just like a little baby." Brown streaks
    were running down my legs as we got to the car. She put Russell into
    his car seat and put the groceries in the trunk. Before she closed the
    trunk she pulled out a big garbage bag and put it on the passenger seat
    saying, "Well if you like pooping in your diapers so much you can just
    wear them until we get home!" She made me sit on the garbage bag,
    squishing my poop against my ass and anywhere else it could go once it
    had filled my butt cheeks to capacity. It spread forward until it
    engulfed my scrotum completely, I was sure that the diaper was about to
    burst (not being designed to contain that much) but it didn't. I had to
    admit to myself though, that aside from the horrible smell I liked
    pooping in my diaper. Barb rolled down ALL the windows and we headed
    home.

    When we pulled into the driveway Barb immediately told me, "You stay
    right where you are while I take Russell into the house." I did as I
    was told, taking the time to survey the damage. The garbage bag I was
    sitting on had done a good job containing the mess that my diaper
    hadn't and I was sitting in a small pool of urine and feces. Barb came
    out a few moments later and opened the car door saying, "I want you to
    go stand in the back yard until I come and get you, understood?" I
    nodded and got up from my puddle, waddling my way towards the back
    yard. As I walked I felt the load in the back of my diaper slide off my
    ass and drop into the crotch of the diaper, making it even harder to
    walk.

    I stood in the back yard for several minutes before Barb came out. She
    looked at me and said, "You are one dirty baby, lets see about getting
    you cleaned up and into a fresh diaper huh?" With that said she ripped
    open the tapes letting my diaper fall to the ground with a thud, just
    before turning the hose on me. I yelped as the cold water hit me
    washing the poop and piss into the grass. Once she was convinced that
    she had washed most off my mess off of me she led me by the hand to the
    bathroom and put me in the bath to finish the job. After she finished
    scrubbing me Barb toweled me off and led me to the living room. Russell
    was sitting in his playpen sucking on a bottle and I noticed that his
    changing pad was lying in the middle of the floor, right next to it was
    my box of Pampers. Without having to be asked, I walked over and lay
    down on the changing pad so Barb could diaper me, she seemed a little
    bit impressed by this but didn't say anything. She opened the box of
    diapers and unfolded one of them before lifting me by my feet to slide
    it under my ass. Next she dusted me liberally with baby powder before
    taping the diaper in place. The first thing that the two of us noticed
    was how much better these diapers fit me as opposed to Russell's. They
    fit me perfectly it was almost as if they were made to fit me. I stood
    up and checked myself out turning this way and that, while Barb did the
    same. "Well those diapers certainly fit you much better than Russ',"
    she commented, "Are you thirsty?" I was and told her so. Barb led me
    into the kitchen and in one quick movement picked me up and put me in
    Russell's highchair. She bound me in with the straps before putting the
    tray in place, effectively locking me in. She went to the fridge and
    pulled out a baby bottle full of juice and handed it to me. I put the
    nipple in my mouth and drank the bottle dry without a second thought.
    To my surprise Barb quickly handed me another one, as I began to drink
    it Barb walked out of the room. As I continued to drink the juice I
    suddenly felt my bladder getting quite full, just then I heard the
    front door. I looked at the clock; it read 5pm, "Oh no!!" I thought to
    myself…mom will be getting home any minute and here I am sitting in a
    highchair in Barb's kitchen wearing nothing but a diaper.

    I was beginning to panic, I was strapped into the highchair unable to
    get out and my bladder was rapidly filling up, if I didn't get out of
    the chair soon I'd have no choice but to wet my diaper. Just then I
    heard the front door again, I could also hear muffled voices Barb was
    talking to someone. Barb came in to the kitchen and released me from
    the highchair saying, "It just occurred to me what time it was. You'd
    probably like to get those diapers over to your house before your mom
    or dad get home wouldn't you?" I sure would I thought to myself, as I
    headed towards the living room I started peeing. I stopped in my
    tracks, spread my legs a little and soaked myself. "Would you like some
    help carrying your things over to the house?" Barb asked.

    I replied, "Thanks, that'd be great."

    "Good, I'll help you carry it then." My mother said as she stepped into
    view. If I hadn't been pissing myself already I definitely would have
    started right then. I just stood there spread-legged peeing in my
    diaper unable to say a word. "I wouldn't want you to forget anything."
    Mom added as she bent over and picked up my box of Pampers, "Besides,
    it looks as though someone needs a diaper change anyway." She grabbed
    me by the hand, turned to thank Barb and led me across the street. I
    waddled along behind her as fast as my soaked diaper would allow.

    Once inside the house mom looked at me, standing in the family room
    wearing nothing but a very wet diaper. "Barb told me everything," she
    began, "So you want to wear diapers and act like a baby?? Well that's
    exactly what you're going to get!" continued mom as she tapped her foot
    and looked at me. "Follow me." She said and led me up to my room where
    she opened my underwear drawer and removed all my underwear and threw
    it into my garbage can. "You won't be needing these anymore…" she added
    as she threw the last pair into the trash. Mom began filling the
    drawers with the Pampers that Barb had purchased for me. Once the box
    was empty mom had me sit down on my bed while she went to the washroom,
    moments later she returned with a damp washcloth. "Lie down." Mom
    ordered, as I lay back she quickly popped the tapes of my diaper and
    pulled the front down and began cleaning me with the washcloth before
    rolling up the soaked diaper and throwing it on top of the pile of
    underpants in the trash. She immediately unfolded a new diaper and
    spread it out underneath my hovering bottom, then mom dusted me with
    baby powder that she must have gotten from Barb, pulled up the front of
    my diaper and taped me snugly in. "Now, put on some pants and a shirt,
    we're going shopping."

    I must've tried 3 pairs of pants on before I found a pair that would go
    over my diaper. I heard mom calling me from downstairs so I quickly
    threw on a T-shirt and headed down to her. No sooner than I got
    downstairs did mom usher me into the car and we headed off to the mall.
    Little did I know it but mom and Barb had this all planned, Barb had
    known about my desire to be diapered and babied since she first watched
    me with Russell. More than once she had noticed me watch as Russell wet
    himself then when I thought nobody was watching, I'd wet myself just
    before jumping in the sprinkler. Apparently Barb must have noticed the
    time that I stole two of Russell's clean diapers and told mom that I
    had taken them home to wear. I was so lost in thought that I didn't
    even notice that we had arrived at the mall until mom told me to get
    out of the car.

    Mom took me by the wrist and led me into the mall. A quick glance at
    the directory and we were off. We went past all the toy stores, the
    music stores, the candy stores and straight into Sears. Once in Sears
    mom found another directory and like a shot she was off to destination
    unknown with me in tow. I probably should have guessed where we were
    headed but it took me until we were actually in the baby department at
    Sears that I knew what we were here for.

    We were walking up and down the aisles, mom looking at various styles
    of furniture when a salesman approached and asked, "May I help you,
    ma'am?"

    Mom turned and looked at him and said, "Yes, you may. I'm looking for a
    highchair, changing table, crib and playpen for my baby here."

    Both the salesman and I did a double-take upon hearing mom refer to me
    as a baby. But to his credit (or the store's) he instantly regained his
    composure and led us over to the highchairs. "I think that you will
    find these chairs to your satisfaction, but first I think that we
    should take some measurements of your 'baby' to make sure that he
    doesn't outgrow your purchase in the next 2 months." Mom nodded her
    head in agreement and the salesman produced a tape measure and
    proceeded to measure me from head to toe, stopping only briefly when
    his hand came into contact with the diaper under my pants. Having
    completed all his measurements he directed us towards the largest of
    the highchairs to try out while he went into the back to try and find a
    crib and playpen that would accommodate me.

    After trying out a couple of highchairs we found one that both mom and
    I seemed to agree on, a nice tall, old-fashioned, oak highchair large
    enough to hold me for several years to come (if it came to that). The
    salesman appeared just as mom had put the tray back on effectively
    trapping me in the chair. "I think I've found a crib for you in the
    back if you'd like to come and have a look." He said as mom did up the
    highchair's straps completely trapping me in the chair until such time
    as she saw fit to release me.

    "Now you be a good baby and I'll be back in a minute." Mom said as she
    kissed me on the cheek and followed the salesman into the back. The
    salesman looked a little apprehensive about leaving me in the highchair
    while he and mom went to look at the crib but just shrugged his
    shoulders and led the way.

    I sat in the highchair looking around the store trying to keep myself
    entertained as well as sort out what was happening. I reflected back on
    my day, school was normal for grade 2, I waited in the schoolyard for
    Barb to come and pick me up when school was out. The walk home seemed
    normal; Barb's house was normal. We went in to the nursery Barb was
    changing Russell's diaper, when suddenly I said, "I wish I was wearing
    diapers too." That was it, that's where my life suddenly changed from
    your average 6 year old's to an average 1 year old's. It was now that I
    realized that I had gotten my wish and more. I was going to be a baby
    again for at least the next year. "Alright!!!!" I thought to myself I'm
    going to be a baby for at least a year, that means no more toilets
    (hopefully) and no toilets means: diapers!!! I just wasn't sure how far
    mom was going to take this, would she make me wear diapers to school?

    Just then mom and the salesman came walking back towards me both of
    them chattering away. "No, I think that will be perfect." Mom continued
    as she approached me and began undoing the straps on the highchair.
    "And I think this chair will do excellently as well." The salesman
    nodded his head in agreement as mom helped me out of the highchair.
    "Now I think the only other thing we need is a diaper bag and possibly
    a changing pad, Oh and of course clothes."

    It was decided that clothes should be the next order of business, mom
    found onesies, and a couple of pairs of overalls that had snaps up the
    inside of the legs and the crotch for easier diaper changes. The
    overalls didn't look too babyish and had ample room in the seat to
    accommodate bulky diapers. Satisfied, mom had the salesman lead us over
    to a large assortment of diaper bags of all shapes and sizes. Mom
    turned and asked me, "See any you like? After all, they are going to
    hold your diapers." After finding one I liked and a changing pad to
    match the three of us headed towards the cash registers to ring up our
    sale. "Now when can we expect the furniture?"

    "Tomorrow, whenever it's convenient for you. Although you can take the
    highchair right now if you would like." answered the salesman.

    "Well can we pick it up in a little while? We have a little more
    shopping to do." Replied mom. The salesman nodded his head in agreement
    and rang up the sale. After mom had paid she led me back out to the
    food court where we sat down and had a burger and fries. Mom bought me
    a large pop and didn't get herself a drink; she occasionally took sips
    out of mine. Halfway through the pop I could feel the effects of all
    the other fluids I had consumed during the day. I took a big sip and
    leaned back in my chair as I began peeing in my diaper right in the
    middle of the mall (mind you malls weren't as busy back then, they
    hadn't developed into hangouts yet). We continued our meal as I
    continued to wet myself. Mom looked happier than she had in a long
    time; maybe she wanted to baby me as much as I wanted to be babied.
    Maybe she missed having a baby around the house… I was pulled out of my
    little daydream as mom stood me up and pulled my pants down a little.
    "Just let mom check your diaper…" mom cooed as she stuck her fingers
    between my leg and the diaper's cuff. "Just as I thought that diaper is
    soaked, it's a wonder it's not leaking." We got up and we headed
    towards the nearby drugstore.

    Mom got a shopping cart and gently put me in the seat. It was a useless
    gesture though; the added pressure of the small seat combined with the
    quantity of urine inside the diaper was enough to cause a slow leak. I
    felt the warm, soggy padding shift and slurp as mom placed me in the
    seat. When my full weight was brought down on the padding I could feel
    the wetness trickle its way down my legs along the back of my sweat
    pants. Mom quickly made her way through the store straight to the baby-
    care aisle. Into the cart went 3 Boxes of Pampers Toddler Plus diapers,
    2 containers of baby powder, lotion, several pacifiers, a half-dozen
    baby bottles and 2 boxes of 'brand new' baby wipes. I asked mom why so
    many boxes of diapers and she replied, "That's not so many, one to
    finish filling up your drawers, one to go to Barb's house and one for
    school."

    "I have to wear them to school?" I asked rhetorically

    "Yes," mom replied, "you are going to wear them everywhere; at home, at
    Barb's at your friend's houses and at school. You're going to wear
    diapers 24/7 for as long as I decide."

    We wheeled up to the cashier who started ringing everything through and
    had to comment on all the baby items, "Do you have a new baby in the
    family?"

    Mom just looked at her and retorted, "No I have an old baby in the
    family, 6 years old is old for a baby isn't it? Now could you kindly
    speed things along we need to get out of here his diaper is leaking."

    The cashier's eyes went wide with the combination of mom's last remark
    and the sight of mom pulling me out of the shopping cart with my ass
    towards the cashier with the round dark wet patches on my sweat pants
    from where my diaper had leaked on full display. Of course as mom was
    lifting me out of the shopping cart the waistband of my sweatpants got
    caught on the cart, pulling my pants down to my knees and fully
    exposing my leaky diaper.

    We quickly exited the store and mom changed my diaper right in the
    middle of the mall. This got a few strange looks from the other
    shoppers in the mall but for the most part everybody just went about
    their business. Unfortunately my diaper had leaked into my sweatpants
    and mom refused to let me wear them so I had to waddle through the mall
    with my Pampers on full display (I wasn't thrilled about that). We went
    and collected the highchair and headed to the car. Once we had
    everything inside we got in and headed home.

    When we got home mom had me sit on the couch while she unloaded the
    car. She set the highchair up in the kitchen then called me over to
    her. "Could you take this box of Pampers over to Barb's and ask her to
    come over here when she's free?" I nodded my agreement and grabbed one
    of the boxes of diapers and waddled across the street painfully aware
    of my lack of pants with my diapers on full display and crinkling with
    every step.

    I knocked on Barb's door and heard a muffled, "Come in…" I let myself
    in and stood in the living room waiting while Barb finished changing
    Russell's diaper in the other room. She came in with Russell on her hip
    and began to greet me stopping in mid sentence when she saw the box of
    Pampers.

    I seized the moment of silence to inform her, "Mom asked me to bring
    this box of diapers over to you and ask you to come over to our house
    when you're free."

    "Well I'm free now." Barb replied her facial expression showing that
    the fact I was still wearing diapers had not escaped her at all.

    We went back to my house as mom was returning from upstairs, "Hi Barb,"
    mom began, "Well it seems that since Michael seems to like wearing
    diapers and acting like a baby so much that we should treat him like
    one. I've decided that from now on (until I decide otherwise) that he
    will be wearing diapers 24/7." She was filling a baby bottle with grape
    juice while she talked, screwed the lid on and sat on the couch with me
    beside her as she fed it to me. "He's not going to be using the toilet
    at all, for any reasons," mom continued, "I hope that changing Mike's
    diapers and treating him like a baby won't be to much for you or the
    school nurse…" she added. "Tomorrow I'm going to have to speak to her,
    Michael's teacher and principal when I bring him to school along with
    another box of Pampers."

    I was listening to this with a little trepidation, the nurse I could
    understand but I didn't want my teacher or the Principal told about my
    diapers. Just the thought of it was enough to make me start to wet
    myself. 'Strange' I thought to myself, I didn't remember feeling the
    need to pee and as suddenly as I began to soak my diapers I felt my
    stomach churn and I suddenly needed to poop too. I tried briefly to
    stop the stream of urine but once I was peeing I always found it next
    to impossible to stop and rather than fight against it I pushed a
    little causing me to flood the front of my diaper while simultaneously
    filling the back of it. Seeing no other option I continued to drink
    from the bottle, spreading my legs a little to make room as I pushed
    the rest of the warm poop into my diaper.

    Barb was saying, "Isn't that a little drastic?" when the smell emanated
    from my diaper.

    Mom snorted, "If Michael wants to wear diapers then I'm going to see to
    it that he does indeed wear them and we'll see if after a few months
    whether or not his interest in diapers has remained. So if he's going
    to wear them he's going to wear them 24/7 and use them for their
    intended purpose just like anyone else who wears diapers would." Mom
    paused for a moment; the room was starting to smell strongly of poop.
    She got up and told me to bring her the changing pad, wipes, baby
    powder and a fresh diaper and went back to her conversation with Barb.

    I 'ran' upstairs to fetch the diaper changing supplies, actually I
    waddled. The padding had expanded with my pee and my poop caused the
    crotch of my diaper to sag but with every step I took my poop squished
    up against my butt making walking almost a chore. I grabbed everything
    and stuffed it into my diaper bag and headed back to the living room.

    As I entered the room Barb was saying, "Well that should be
    interesting…" making me wish that I had heard the entire conversation,
    especially when she turned to me with a sly grin on her face. Slightly
    nervous, I handed the bag to mom who spread out the changing pad and
    told me to lie down. As I sat on the pad the mess in the back of my
    diaper was forced into every nook and cranny it could find in both the
    diaper and my anatomy. The feeling of lukewarm poo spreading its way
    into my ass crack and around my balls was not as unpleasant to me as I
    would have thought. I lay back and mom quickly went to work changing my
    diaper. She paid extra special attention to making sure I was poop free
    before powdering me and re-diapering me.

    Mom decided that it was pretty late and with everything that had gone
    on today that it was time for me to go to bed, "I'm just going to put
    Mike to bed, I'll only be a minute." Barb nodded and said goodnight to
    me as I waddled through the kitchen and upstairs. Mom stopped in the
    kitchen and said, "I'll be up in a minute." So I climbed the stairs and
    headed for my bed. Mom came in a minute later with a baby bottle of
    warm milk, "Well you've had a pretty busy day so I'll bet you're
    probably really tired." She had a point I was fairly tired. She slipped
    the nipple of the bottle into my mouth whispering, "You've got a big
    day ahead of you tomorrow too."

    "Are you really going to make me wear diapers to school?" I asked from
    around the nipple.

    "Yes, I am. You wanted to wear diapers so you're going to wear diapers
    and people who wear diapers wear them all the time, all day and all
    night, everyday." While I sucked on my bottle mom gave me a kiss on the
    forehead and turned out the light.

    -The next morning-

    I woke up as mom was coming into my room. I didn't remember finishing
    off the bottle but it was lying beside me completely empty. I also
    noticed something else, I was wet, I didn't remember waking up in the
    middle of the night nor did I remember having to pee at all before
    going to sleep but when mom pulled the covers back asking, "How's my
    little baby, did you sleep well?" I saw that my diaper was not the
    crisp white color that they are when you take them out of the box but
    instead was a dull whitey-yellow that they are after they've been peed
    in.

    I looked up at mom and said, "I'm wet, but ya I did sleep well." And
    for the first time in quite a while I didn't have to urgently pee when
    I woke up. Mom changed me into a dry diaper and found me some clothes
    to wear (I hoped that no one would notice the snaps up the inside of my
    legs) and we headed downstairs for breakfast.

    I had a bowl of Frosted Flakes for breakfast and mom had a cup of
    coffee and a Danish. While eating my cereal I had to pee so I let go
    and wet my diaper. I didn't pee that much (which means that I
    definitely peed my diaper while I slept) but it was enough to make it
    noticeable to me (back in those days Pampers had yet to make the stay-
    dry top sheet so when you wet your diapers you could feel the wetness,
    god how I miss those diapers). So after I finished my cereal I told mom
    that I had peed my diaper, which she quickly changed (those snaps in
    the crotch sure do make changes easier) and got me ready for school. We
    headed out to the car and under mom's arm was one of the boxes of
    Pampers.

    We arrived at the school earlier than most of the other kids
    (thankfully) not out of compassion for me but necessity as mom had
    little time to talk to the nurse, Principal and my teacher Ms. Thomas
    before she also had to be at work. Our first stop was the office where
    Mr. Pollard the principal was already waiting for us (mom must have
    phoned yesterday). I was made to wait outside while he and mom went
    into his office to talk. I felt a little uncomfortable sitting in the
    office with a box of Pampers on the seat next to me. The feeling got
    even worse as the secretary came in and hung up her coat.

    The secretary looked at me and saw the box of diapers sitting beside me
    and started saying, "Good morning Mike, why do you have a box of dia…"
    before she was cut off by mom and Mr. Pollard coming out of the
    principal's office.

    Mr. Pollard was saying, "…Well I don't think that will be too much of a
    problem. Do you know where the nurse's office is?" Mom nodded her
    response and came over and put her arm around me. "Well you can just
    drop those diapers off in there and go up and see Ms. Thomas. I'm
    afraid that Nurse James doesn't usually get here until 9am."

    Mom replied, "Then I'll just have to give Michael a note to give to her
    before he goes to class."

    Mr. Pollard snorted, "Well I'll have a word with her as well, just in
    case."

    "Thank you Principal Pollard." Mom said as we headed out of the main
    office. We went to the nurse's office and put the box of Pampers inside
    then we headed for my classroom. As we climbed the school stairs I
    became paranoid that the rustling of my diapers was clearly audible and
    that anyone within 5 feet could hear them. I was also trying my best
    not to waddle, which I think actually added to the noise my diapers
    were making.

    Ms. Thomas was a tall pretty woman in her late 30's. She was very nice
    and I considered her my favorite teacher although in grade 2 I hadn't
    had too many. She was sitting behind her desk when mom knocked on the
    door jam. She looked over and greeted us with a friendly smile combined
    with a look of concern, "Mrs. Copeland, Mike, is there something the
    matter?"

    Mom stuttered for a moment not knowing where to begin. "Ms. Thomas, I'm
    not sure how to say this but I've discovered a new side to Michael."

    "A new side?" Ms. Thomas repeated, looking even more concerned.

    "Well…" mom continued, "I've discovered that Michael likes to wear
    diapers." She paused for a moment trying to gauge Ms. T's (referred to
    here on as Ms. T) reaction.

    Ms. T looked at me, then mom and back to me again. Attempting to regain
    her composure she asked, "Is that all?"

    Mom shook her head and added, "Since I found out that he wants to wear
    diapers I, with your principal's permission intend to keep him in
    diapers 24/7 including at school and with the assistance of Nurse
    James, use them for their intended purpose. Now I have no intention of
    telling you how to run your class but Michael is to see Nurse James at
    recess every day to have his diaper checked or changed. He will be
    having lunch at my babysitter's house who already knows of his
    situation. She will return him to school for the afternoon classes but
    before the end of lunch hour Michael is to return to Nurse James'
    office for a check/change. I just hope that this won't cause too many
    problems or headaches for you or your class."

    Ms. T looked back and forth between mom and myself as all this was
    sinking in. At last she smiled and said, "You needn't have gone to all
    this trouble, I'm perfectly capable of changing Mike's diapers if
    necessary."

    Mom thought about that for a second, "That's very nice of you to offer
    but I wouldn't want to impose and wouldn't have even considered putting
    that sort of a burden on you."

    "Well thank you but it wouldn't be an imposition at all. I'd be more
    than happy to take care of Mike's diapering needs while he's at school;
    after all I'd be forced to if the need arose during a field trip…
    Besides, I can store Mike's diapers in 'my little office' right back
    here."

    All of this was just whipping by me but Ms. T offering to change my
    diapers was completely unexpected. I didn't know what to say (not like
    I had any say in the matter in any event); fortunately I didn't have to
    say anything. Mom said, "Well you definitely have a point." Then she
    turned to me and asked, "Will you go downstairs and get your box of
    diapers and bring them up here?" it was not a question even though it
    sounded like one.

    I went downstairs. When I reached the first landing I could see that
    other kids were starting to arrive and begin playing before school, I
    had better be quick. I got to the nurse's office and didn't see anyone
    I knew (most of the kids I knew wouldn't set foot in the school until
    the bell rang anyway). I picked up the box of Pampers and stood there
    for a moment. What had I gotten myself into? Yesterday seemed pretty
    normal until I got to Barb's but now I was wearing diapers to school
    and mom had just given my teacher permission to change and diaper me. I
    turned around and headed upstairs almost in a state of shock carrying a
    box of Toddler Plus Pampers. I didn't run into a single person on my
    way back to class (my luck seemed to be holding).

    When I walked into the classroom Ms. T told me to shut the door and
    asked me to follow her into her office/storage room. When she spoke
    again she said, "You can hand that box of diapers to me now," she took
    the box from me and placed it on a shelf before turning to indicate a
    low table against the wall, "and this is where I'll be changing you.
    Are you wet now?" As she asked this she hoisted me onto the table and
    was about to pull down my pants when she noticed the snaps going up my
    legs and popped a few snaps instead. Now I was definitely in a state of
    shock. Ms. T stuck her fingers inside the leg cuffs of my diaper to see
    if I was wet. "Nope, I guess you're dry for now," She said in a low but
    sweet voice adding, "that's OK there will be plenty of soggy diapers
    for me to change." She did up my snaps and scooted me back into the
    classroom. "Now we shouldn't have a problem with the rest of the class
    finding out about your diapers unless…" she paused for effect, "unless
    you poop in class. Pee isn't that noticeable but poop is. If you pee
    yourself you should be fine until recess, lunch or after school without
    anyone noticing but if you mess in your diaper people are going to
    smell it in no time at all. My advice to you is if you can possibly
    avoid it don't poo yourself in class; wait until recess or lunch and
    preferably until after the other kids have left. OK?" she smiled down
    at me, which made me feel a whole lot more comfortable. "Now go outside
    and play until the bell rings or someone will think something's up."

    So I went outside. I used the side entrance to the school so no one
    would know that I had been inside at all. I tried to run out to where
    my friends and I usually played but running was something that I was
    going to have to practice doing in diapers so I tried to stroll as best
    I could. The first person I ran into was Quentin; he was my best
    friend, and the guy I trusted more than anyone.

    I had told Quentin a fairly long time ago about my desire to wear
    diapers. I never dreamed that mom would put me back in them nor would I
    be wearing them 24/7.

    "Yo Mike." Quentin called out as he saw me.

    "Hey man." I responded.

    "Did you ask your mom about me sleeping over this weekend?"

    "No man, but I'll ask her when she gets home from work tonight." I had
    actually asked her about the sleepover and she said yes but that was
    before I started wearing diapers again. I wasn't sure if mom would let
    me have a sleepover now that I was in diapers, I also wasn't sure that
    Quentin would want to stay over once he discovered that I was wearing
    them.

    "You wanna come over to my place for lunch?" inquired Quentin, "its
    closer than your house so we'd have more time to play. I know my mom
    wouldn't mind."

    I was just about to say sure when I remembered that I was supposed to
    go to Barb's for lunch, "I don't think so man, mom made arrangements
    with Barb across the street, I'm supposed to go to her house for
    lunch."

    "Why do you have to go over to her house? Don't you have to go there
    after school if you're not over at my house?" He prodded.

    I just shrugged my shoulders, "How should I know?"

    Quentin and I were about to play on the monkey bars when the bell rang
    so we headed for the school. We usually went in from the kindergarten
    entrance, every time we went by the kindergarten classroom I stared in
    at the stack of disposable diapers that was over by the window
    remembering when we were in kindergarten and I used to deliberately wet
    my pants during naptime so I would get put in diapers. It got to the
    point where I would be diapered just before naptime everyday for the
    rest of the year. But this time I didn't take my usual hard look at the
    diapers I just walked past the classroom and headed for the stairs up
    to our classroom. I wasn't paying attention but subconsciously Quentin
    noticed that I didn't look.

    We got to class shortly before the second bell rang and took our seats.
    Quentin sat right behind me, Allison (who was another of my friends,
    this time through my mother) sat in front of me and Sean sat on my
    left. Ms. T called the class to order and read out the role call. I
    noticed that Allison was fidgeting all throughout role call and guessed
    that once again she had 'forgotten' to go to the washroom before class
    as she frequently did, and if Ms. T called her for anything other than
    her name she would wet her pants. It was October and it had already
    happened 4 times. I whispered to Allison, "Don't tell me you 'forgot'
    again…" In response Allison just nodded. "Well you'd better ask to go
    to the washroom cause if Ms. T calls on you, you know what's going to
    happen.

    "She won't let me go." Allison whispered back.

    "With your track record? She's got to." I finished, just as Ms. T
    turned her gaze on me with the look of 'I almost caught you'. I wasn't
    about to raise my hand to ask if Allison could go to the washroom so I
    kept my mouth shut.

    Our first lesson was math, not one of my favorite subjects but I wasn't
    bad at it. It was one of the subjects that got about a quarter of the
    class up to solve a problem on the chalkboard though. I felt bad for
    Allison, chances were that she would get picked and as soon as she
    started walking towards the board out would come the first trickle
    provided she didn't just soak herself as soon as her name was called.
    If she made it to the board however, she wouldn't get further than
    simply picking up the chalk before she lost control and began peeing
    herself.

    I was so busy worrying about Allison that I didn't notice that I was
    already peeing myself. My mind drifted back to reality about halfway
    through me soaking my diaper and just as my name was being called to go
    up to the board. I slowly stood up and tried to walk as if nothing was
    wrong, as I continued peeing uncontrollably. I hoped that no one could
    hear my diaper crinkling as I walked up to the board. I was halfway
    through the math problem when I was hit by a stray thought: what if my
    diaper leaked? I froze for a second as the last little dribble was
    soaking into my diaper. I was terrified at the thought of my diaper
    leaking after seeing how the class tore into Allison every time she
    peed her pants but I couldn't put my hand down to check, that would be
    a dead giveaway. My only choice was to finish the problem and get back
    to my desk. After I finished the question I walked back and eased
    myself into my seat afraid of making a splat as I sat in my soggy
    diaper. As my weight applied pressure to the padding I could feel some
    of my urine being displaced and looking for other space to occupy in
    the confines of my diaper. I could smell the faint scent that only wet
    Pampers make and hoped that no one else could smell it or recognize it.
    I tried to discretely check my pants with one hand to see if I leaked
    and breathed a sigh of relief that I hadn't.

    Suddenly Allison raised her hand, "Ms. T? May I go to the washroom?!?"
    she asked. Ms. T knew Allison's plight and agreed.

    Allison returned a few minutes later and from my vantage point I could
    see that there was a small wet spot where she had begun to wet herself.
    Fortunately for her no one else noticed it.

    Math finished and next was silent reading. We all sat and read quietly
    until it was time for recess. All through silent reading I was trying
    desperately not to move a muscle of my lower body for fear that in the
    brutally quiet room everyone would surely hear my diaper. But as far as
    I knew no one heard me and the next thing I knew the bell was sounding
    for recess.

    Ms. T asked to talk to me for a second as the rest of the class
    scrambled out. I noticed that Allison's wet patch had tripled in size
    since she sat down but I didn't say a word. I called out to Quentin;
    "I'll catch up with you in a minute."

    As soon as the rest of the class had left Ms. T turned to me leading me
    towards her 'office' and said, "You wet your diaper didn't you?"

    I shook my head and said, "Yes, I was peeing when you called me to the
    board."