    Barb

    Summary: Coming home with his first box of Pampers, Mike is stopped by
    his neighbor and wets his pants while talking to her.

    Part 1

    I had been obsessed with wearing diapers for years and wore them any
    chance I could get. But today was going to be the first time I ever
    purchased my own and even though I was in grade 3 I couldn't shake my
    love of diapers. I had it all planned out (where I would buy them, how
    much they cost etc.) but I was still a little nervous....

    I was determined though and once school was out I bee-lined for the
    grocery store as fast as my bike would carry me. Even though I had to
    pee really badly I decided to go straight to the store instead of
    stopping to use the washroom. I just kept picturing myself in my room
    happily peeing in my diaper. I entered the store and headed straight
    for the diaper aisle. I picked up a box of Pampers, toddler plus
    diapers (the largest they made at that point) and walked to the
    checkout. The clerk didn't even bat an eye as I paid for my diapers,
    which made me, relax a little (I was worried about what I would say if
    I was asked about them). I hopped on my bike and rode home, the need to
    pee building all the time. I rounded the corner of my block, I was home
    free. Suddenly fate threw me a curve, my neighbor was in her front yard
    and came over to talk to me as I was pulling into the driveway. She was
    32 and nice enough but her timing was really lousy. As she babbled on
    about this and that I could feel my bladder was nearly at the bursting
    point. I was trying to subtly inch away and it seemed to work. Suddenly
    Barb (neighbor) turned back to me, "So who are the diapers for?" she
    asked. My mind was racing; she knew my family too well for me to easily
    come up with a believable story. I stood there holding the box of
    diapers, staring blankly at Barb when I felt a strange sensation in my
    crotch. It was a warm, wet sensation...and it was spreading. I WAS
    PEEING MY PANTS! I froze, unable to say or do anything other than pee
    my pants. Both her gaze and mine fell to my crotch simultaneously as we
    each confirmed that I was indeed peeing in my pants. When our eyes met
    again she immediately knew whom the diapers were for. She put her arm
    around me and led me inside her house saying, "Its OK." She led me to
    the bathroom, taking the box from my hand, "Now you get cleaned up and
    give me your pants and underwear so I can put them in the wash." I
    pulled down my pants to reveal my white Hanes, stained yellow and
    soaked with urine. I passed them out to her and she put them in the
    washer. Next, she opened the bathroom door and led me to the living
    room and made me lie on the floor. I noticed that she had opened my box
    of diapers and had one in her hand. As soon as my butt hit the floor
    she pulled the front of the diaper up between my legs and fastened the
    tapes noting how well they fit me. "There you go." she said. I got up
    and sat down beside her on the couch. We sat together for a couple of
    minutes in awkward silence before Barb spoke, "I want to ask you
    something," she began, "Now you don't need to wear diapers do you? I'm
    sure your parents would have mentioned it by now. So I assume that you
    want to wear them and that you bought them yourself because you didn't
    want your parents to know." I nodded in agreement. "I thought as much."
    she confided. "If you'd like you can come over and wear diapers here
    anytime." I looked at her in disbelief, "Really?" I asked. "Of course."
    she replied. "Actually, would you mind watching TV for a little bit by
    yourself while I go to the store?" "OK." I replied. Barb gave me a
    glass of juice and patted me on the head before she left. I drank the
    juice and watched cartoons until she came back. "Did you miss me?" Barb
    asked as she walked in carrying a shopping bag and another box of
    Pampers. After putting down her shopping, Barb asked me to stand up.
    She stuck her fingers between my diaper and my thigh. When she saw the
    confused look on my face she said, "Sorry, I was just checking to see
    if you were wet." Barb went to put my clothes in the dryer. While she
    was gone I felt a strong urge to pee, I was just about to get up and go
    to the washroom when I remembered I was wearing a diaper.

    I relaxed my bladder and moments later I was rewarded with a small
    trickle of pee. I closed my eyes so I could concentrate on the
    sensations. As the flow grew I could feel it running down my tiny
    scrotum where it was absorbed by the diaper's padding. I opened my eyes
    and looked at my crotch. A dark, yellow patch was spreading across my
    diaper. I loved the warm, damp, squishy feeling that my diaper now had
    along with the aroma that only Pampers has, combined with the faint
    scent of urine. I was still peeing when Barb came back. "How are you
    doing?" she inquired as she came over and saw the condition of my
    diaper. "Oh, wet I see. Well come lie down and I'll change that wet
    diaper for you," she said, kneeling down and patting the carpet. "I'm
    still peeing." I told her. "Oh, well. Why don't you lie down anyway?
    You can still finish peeing." I got up and waddled over to Barb and lay
    down pissing myself the whole time. Once I was lying down and she was
    kneeling between my legs I finally stopped peeing. "I think we'd better
    wait a second to make sure that your diaper has absorbed it all. We
    don't want any leaks." After about a minute she ripped the tapes open
    and slowly pulled down the front of my diaper. She wiped my crotch with
    a couple of wet-naps, unfolded one of the Pampers from the open box and
    switched it for the wet one I was lying on. "Lift up," she asked, so
    she could clean my butt. She produced a large container of baby powder,
    "Don't want you to get a rash...," she commented as she sprinkled me
    with it. She rubbed it in before drawing the front of my diaper up
    between my legs and taped it snugly in place. "Stand up and let me see
    how it fits." I did as I was told and turned around so she could get a
    good look. "I can't believe how well these diapers fit you. You'd
    almost think that they were made for 7 year-olds." There was a full-
    length mirror nearby, so I took a good look at myself. I looked like
    your typical 7 year old from the waist up, but where my shirt stopped
    so did the image of a 7 year old. Instead of shorts or pants the
    gleaming white plastic backing of Pampers greeted my gaze. From the
    waist down I looked like a big toddler, my diaper bulged out in the
    back and the thickness of the padding prevented me from closing my legs
    and made me waddle when I walked. The sweet smell of Pampers and baby
    powder surrounded me and they crinkled loudly every time I moved. I
    loved the way they felt against my skin, I was in heaven. The only
    negative thing was having to wait until I had to pee again; I never
    wanted to pee anywhere but in my diapers again. I remember staring at
    my reflection, wishing I could wear diapers 24/7 forever. Barb gave me
    a knowing look as if she could read my mind.

    Part 2

    She helped me to my feet and told me to sit on the couch while she got
    me another bottle.

    While she was in the kitchen I could hear her talking on the phone,
    "...Oh its no problem at all I just thought you might like the night
    off. Really? That's great I'll see you on Monday, bye." Barb came in a
    moment later bottle in hand and said, "I have some great news for
    you... are you ready?" I nodded my head in agreement while she handed
    me the bottle and sat down beside me. "I just talked to your mom and
    she agreed to let you spend the whole weekend here, starting tonight.
    Tomorrow you'll go to school and afterward you get to spend the entire
    weekend here wearing diapers. Doesn't that sound great?"

    It took me a second to fully comprehend what Barb was saying but as
    soon as she said I could spend the whole weekend wearing diapers I
    decided that I had never heard such good news. I smiled around the
    nipple of my bottle and continued drinking.

    "If you're spending the weekend here we need to get some extra
    supplies..." Barb commented absent-mindedly while she headed for the
    phone. A few seconds later she was talking on the phone again, "Hi
    Trudy? It's Barb. Look I have a favor to ask you can I come over? No
    you'll understand better when we get there. OK see you in a few
    minutes." Barb came back into the living room a few seconds later with
    a big grin on her face, "Mike, how would you like to come meet a friend
    of mine?" Before I could even answer she had gathered up her purse and
    keys and was ushering me towards the door. I wasn't too keen on going
    outside with nothing on over my diaper but didn't get a chance to argue
    about it before we were both in Barb's pickup truck and were headed for
    Trudy's.

    Trudy and Barb were old friends and when Barb wasn't too busy sometimes
    she would help Trudy out. Unbeknownst to me, Trudy ran a daycare out of
    her home so I wasn't going to be too much of a shock for her.

    Barb and I pulled up into Trudy's driveway. Trudy's house was larger
    than Barb's but not as large as mine. It was a 2-story house with big
    picture windows and a large, completely fenced-off back yard. Barb
    could tell that I was hesitant about going inside and ruffled my hair
    saying, "Don't worry you have nothing to be afraid of. Trudy's a really
    nice lady I'm sure you two will get along fine." I wasn't convinced but
    I had no choice so I got out of the truck and followed Barb to the
    front door. Barb had already rung the doorbell and as soon as I was at
    her side the door slowly opened revealing a woman who wasn't much
    taller than Barb but was considerably better looking. "Trudy this is
    Mike." Barb said once we were inside, then she turned to me, "Mike,
    this is Trudy."

    Trudy offered me her hand to shake, "Its nice to meet you, Mike." She
    gestured us into the living room, "Please come in, and sit down." I
    noticed that Trudy hadn't said a word about the fact that I was wearing
    a diaper although I could tell that it hadn't escaped her attention.
    One of the first things I noticed upon entering this house was the
    unmistakable scent of baby powder and once we entered the living room I
    also spotted a playpen up against one wall and what could only be a
    changing table just beside the doorway into the kitchen. I assumed
    (incorrectly) that Trudy had a baby.

    Barb cut into my thoughts suddenly inquiring, "Mike would you like to
    come sit on the couch with me or would you prefer the playpen?" Not
    exactly sure what to say in front of this stranger or quite what was
    going on at this point I elected to stay on the couch.

    No sooner had I sat down than Trudy blurted out, "OK Barb. Tell me
    about Mike... I know he's not yours and he looks to be about 6, so
    what's with the diapers?"

    "I've told you about Marge across the street right?" Barb asked
    rhetorically. "Well, Mike is her son and this afternoon I just happened
    to bump into him just as he was approaching his house with a box of
    Pampers in his hands. I was asking him what the diapers were for when
    he started peeing in his pants. So I brought him over to my house,
    cleaned him up and put him in diapers. When he told me that he had
    bought the diapers because he liked them and wanted to wear them I
    decided that I'd call his mother and ask if I could keep him for the
    weekend."