    BABY KENNY

    Chapter 1

    	Every since I can remember, I've enjoyed diapers,
    wetting and pooping. Let's start back as far as I can
    remember.........
    	"Peepee mommy, I gotta peepee," three year old Kenny
    implored for the fourth time. He still received little
    notice from his mother as she pulled him by the hand
    through the busy store while she shopped.
    	"I can't hold it no more, mommy," and with that, he
    stood still while the warm pee rapidly soaked his training
    pants, spread across the front of his shorts, ran down his
    legs, into his shoes and onto the floor.
    	"That's the second time you've done that today, young
    man!" His mother said in a voice that sounded almost
    pleased to little Kenny.
    	"Now you've used all your training pants I brought
    with us and that was your only other pair of shoes. All you
    have left is your diapers and rubber pants, so come on,
    I'll have to put you back into a diaper."
    	She took him by the hand again and led him to the
    dressing room where women try on clothes. They didn't have
    changing stations back then, and that was the most private
    place she could find. She took Kenny into one of the rooms,
    and after making sure there were no straight pins on the
    floor, laid him down and took off his wet shoes, socks,
    shorts, and training pants. Then she took a prefolded cloth
    diaper out of his diaper bag.
    	"Good thing I brought this," She said to Kenny, and
    slipped it under his bottom.
    	Before pinning it, she powdered his diaper area
    thoroughly and spread it on his soft skin. She finished the
    job by pulling a pair of blue plastic pants over his
    diaper. She stood him up and looked at her little boy
    standing there with nothing to wear but the diaper and
    plastic pants. It reminded her of when he was two.
    	"There, now," she said. "You're a dry baby, but you're
    kinda big for a baby. You're almost four, you know."
    	Kenny didn't care. He liked his diapers and rubber
    pants. He loved the softness of the cloth and the wonderful
    feeling of mommy rubbing in the baby powder, and the
    smell.... That was a most pleasant smell. He loved the
    rubber sheet under his flannel sheet in his crib. He didn't
    like having to hold in his peepee. He enjoyed the warm
    feeling of his diaper as he peed and it spread under and up
    the back of the diaper. And if he couldn't have a diaper
    on, he was almost as content with the feeling of wetting
    his pants. His mommy said she wanted him to tell her when
    he had to go, but often ignored his notices till he wet
    himself. Anyway, when she did respond and set him on the
    potty, Kenny would do his best to hold it till she took him
    off and he had his pants back on. Then he would wet his
    pants. He always liked the way it felt as the pee soaked
    his pants and ran down his legs. All of this usually
    resulted in his being diapered after several wet pants'
    episodes.
    	 They were back home again and she was holding him
    close to her, sitting in the big chair that reclined and
    rocked.
    	"So, what am I going to do with you, Kenny?" His
    mother asked softly.
    	His head lay on her shoulder while she gently rocked
    back and forth, alternatingly patting him on his back with
    her left hand and on his bottom with her right hand.
    	"You like being a baby, don't you, sweetheart?" She
    was almost whispering; she was talking so softly.
    	Kenny slowly nodded his head, still resting on her
    shoulder and began to suck his thumb.
    	"It's O.K., baby," his mommy said, kissing him softly
    on the cheek. "I think I want you to be my baby as long as
    possible, sweetie. You can just stay a baby for now, O.K.?"
    	Kenny softly nodded his understanding again.
    	After a short while, Kenny took his thumb from his
    mouth and whispered, "I gotta poopoo, mommy."
    	"Shhhh, darling, you're a baby again remember? You can
    peepee and poopoo your diaper whenever you want to."
    	Having been given permission, Kenny relaxed his bowel
    and began to go. It felt good, the way it slowly came out.
    As it pushed back against the diaper, he had to push to get
    it out and he began to pee at the same time. With his head
    still laying on mommy's shoulder, he was enjoying this dual
    sensation with quiet delight. His mother had stopped
    rocking and just held him tighter while he did this. Just
    as he finished, she gently pushed on his diapered bottom.
    The warm poop squished across his butt and between his
    legs. Kenny liked this feeling as much as wetting his
    diaper.
    	Quietly, his mommy got up, still holding him and laid
    him on the couch.
    	"I'll be right back, honey," she said and walked into
    the kitchen.
    	Soon she came back carrying a baby bottle she had
    filled with warm milk.
    	Kenny smiled as she picked him up and sat back in the
    easy-chair holding him across her lap and gave him the
    bottle. He began to suck on it and closed his eyes,
    enjoying all the sensations of the last few hours. Kenny
    was very happy and contented to be a baby again with his
    mother's blessing.
    	"For now," his mommy said, "I'll just tell people you
    have a bladder problem and that's why your not potty
    trained, OK baby? Also, baaba's are only for before naps
    and bedtime so you can suck your thumb in public like you
    always have and use a pacifier at home. Do you want me to
    change your diaper now, or wait till after your nap?"
    	"After nap..." Kenny replied, half asleep already, and
    drifted into full sleep as his mommy continued to rock and
    hum a lullaby.

    Chapter 2

    	Kenny was glad they were going to the mall. He always
    got to get a toy from the Toy Store.
    	"You're getting big, Kenny," his mommy said. "Since
    it's your fifth birthday tomorrow, I've decided we should
    get you some new sleepers and maybe some bigger pants. The
    ones you have now hardly fit over your diapers! Then we'll
    go over and get you a special toy for you to play with."
    	Kenny jumped up and down with delight.
    	"Now lay down here and let me change your diaper
    before we leave. As a extra special treat, you can have a
    bottle of Kool-Aid to drink on the way. And, you can ride
    in the stroller the whole time we're at the mall if you
    want!"
    	Kenny could hardly wait. He hurried over to his mother
    and lay down on the floor, ready to be changed.
    	The mall was fairly crowded and Kenny enjoyed watching
    other babies as their mommies pushed them by in strollers
    or carried them as they shopped. Of course, they were all
    smaller and younger than Kenny, but he was glad to be
    treated just like them. He was happy sitting in his
    stroller, sucking his thumb.
    	His mommy guided the stroller into the department
    store and went straight to the children's department. Soon
    she had found some cute, one-piece sleeper outfits complete
    with padded feet in them and the zipper up the front. These
    were Kenny's favorite kind of pajamas. They spent more time
    than Kenny wanted to trying on pants and stuff and he
    constantly reminded his mommy about going to the toy store.
    Mommy finally bought two of the sleepers and three pair of
    elastic waist trousers big enough to fit over the bulk of
    his diapers.
    	The lady helping them had been curious and finally
    asked why a child of Kenny's size would be wearing diapers.
    His mommy said he had a bladder problem. The lady went on
    to say she could understand that, because her boy still wet
    the bed even though he was twelve. Maybe she would put
    diapers on him, just to keep the bed dry. Kenny's mommy
    told her that might be a good idea and gave the lady her
    phone number.
    	"Give me a call if you decide to put him in diapers, I
    might be of some help to you."
    	As she pushed Kenny's stroller out of the store, she
    was somewhat amused that the lady didn't seem to really
    notice that Kenny was in a stroller and sucking his thumb
    as they left.
    	They headed for the toy store at the other end of the
    building. During the drive to the mall, Kenny had pleased
    himself by soaking his freshly changed diaper and now he
    was happily straining to go poopoo, feeling it smush
    against his bottom. As they approached the toy store, his
    mommy made exaggerated sniffing sounds.
    	"Smells like someone needs a change," Kenny's mommy
    said with a smile, looking lovingly down at her baby.
    	"I only brought one change for you, sweetheart, so you
    can wait till after we pick out your new toy."
    	Kenny didn't mind at all, he liked the way the poop
    squished around in his wet diaper as he walked through the
    toy shop aisles eagerly looking for that 'special toy.' It
    wasn't easy to choose, but he finally settled on a new
    Tonka Dump Truck he could use in his sand box.
    	As they left the store his mommy said they needed to
    find a place to change his poopy diaper and steered toward
    a long bench next to a small planter area. She stopped the
    stroller and sat down at one end of the bench. Just as she
    started to reach for Kenny, a man sat down at the other
    end, leaving just a short, open space between himself and
    her. The man seemed to be just watching the people go by.
    He showed no inclination toward leaving so she could lay
    Kenny down on the whole bench to change his diaper.
    	"Excuse me, but do you mind if I lay my little boy
    down on the bench space between us so I can change his
    messy diaper?" Kenny's mommy asked the man with somewhat of
    an apologetic voice.
    	"Ah, no, not at all; go ahead, I don't mind at all,"
    He replied with a warm smile.
    	He watched as she had Kenny get out of the stroller
    and had him lie down on the bench. Kenny's head was right
    next to the man's lap.
    	Kenny looked up at the man and immediately started
    talking to him. "My name's Kenny, what's your name, mister?
    I pooped my diapers!" Kenny said with a big smile.
    	"I see you did, Kenny," The man smiled back at him.
    	"My name's Bob, glad to meet you, Kenny."
    	He reached over and slightly tickled Kenny's tummy.
    Kenny giggled and continued to talk to his new friend as
    his mommy pulled down his pants and his plastic baby pants,
    then unpinned the diaper. He was telling Bob about his
    truck and how much sand it should hold while his mommy
    gently wiped his soiled diaper area with parts of the
    diaper that were not soiled. When she had removed what she
    could with diaper, she rolled it up and placed it in a sack
    in the diaper bag. Then she took a wet washcloth from a
    plastic bag that was in the diaper bag's side pocket and
    began to finish cleaning the last of what was a very big
    mess. Kenny had worn this diaper full for quite a long time
    and it had spread to almost all of his diaper area. She
    took another washcloth and did a final wash of his bare
    diaper area. Next, she slipped a fresh diaper under him and
    shook baby powder all over his bottom and genitals, then
    gently rubbed the powder to spread it evenly.
    	As she was pulling the elastic waisted pants up on
    Kenny, he looked up at Bob and very honestly asked, "Did
    you poopoo your diaper too?"
    	"KENNY!" His mommy exclaimed, "You don't ask adults
    questions like that!"
    	The two adults looked at each other and blushed. Bob
    had also been talking to Kenny's mommy while he was
    watching Kenny being changed. She had introduced herself as
    Mary, and explained her husband had tragically died in an
    auto accident before Kenny had been born. He had enough
    insurance to pay off the house and give her enough of an
    income to allow her to stay at home and raise Kenny.
    	"Gee, I'm sorry to hear that about your husband,
    Mary," Bob had said, "At least he saw to it you would be
    taken care of financially."
    	There had been a lag in the dialog as Mary finished
    cleaning Kenny and slipped a diaper under him.
    	Bob changed the subject. "Oh, I see your not one of
    those people who have switched to those new disposable
    Pampers they came out with. Cloth will always be the best
    way to diaper a baby. It's more natural and softer, and it
    has to be more comfortable for the baby. If you don't mind
    my saying so, Kenny must be at least five, does he have a
    medical problem to still be in diapers?"
    	Mary paused, having just pulled a pair of natural
    rubber baby pants over Kenny's diapers, and looked up at
    Bob. She was going to tell him Kenny did indeed have a
    medical problem, but there was something about Bob...an
    understanding look in his eye maybe...that caused her to
    tell him the truth.
    	"No, nothing like that. Kenny will be five tomorrow
    and so far, I just haven't been able to bring myself to
    potty train him. He's the only baby I will have. I started
    to potty train him about a year and a half ago, but he
    didn't seem to want to have anything to do with the potty.
    In fact, he told me he liked being a baby. I guess I was
    secretly pleased and told him that it was O.K. to stay my
    baby. As you can see, he still is, and is quite happy. Oh,
    dear, I can't believe I told you all that, I hope you
    understand and don't think too badly of me."
    	This was the point at which Kenny chose to ask his
    question.
    	After a short silence, Bob looked at Kenny, who had
    sat up and was waiting for his answer, then looked at Mary.
    "To be as honest with you, as you have with me; yes, I'm
    wearing a diaper and yes, I've pooped in it. I'm also very
    wet," Bob said slowly.
    	He expected an outrage, a comment of disgust, or at
    least a shocked outcry, but Mary just looked at him with
    just the slightest hint of a smile on her face.
    	"I see," She said "Do you have a medical problem?"
    	Mary didn't give him time to answer.
    	"Kenny really seems to like you (Kenny took this as an
    opportunity and hugged Bob around the waist to show he did
    indeed like Bob), and I must admit there is something about
    you."
    	Mary hesitated for a moment then continued.
    	"I haven't invited a man over to my house since my
    husband died, so I don't suggest this lightly. Why don't
    you come over to my house and I'll change your diaper for
    you if you like. That is, if it wouldn't be too
    embarrassing for you."
    	Bob just sat there for a few moments.
    	"Um, ah, yeah...I would like that."
    	Kenny got down from the bench after saying how happy
    he was Bob could come visit, and began playing with his
    truck while the adults worked out the logistics of dealing
    with the two cars while wanting to ride together in one
    car. They decided to take her car and come get his later.
    	Kenny was in a squatting position, pushing his truck
    around when he stopped and looked up at his mommy with that
    impish grin only children can get.
    	"I'm peeing again, mommy," Kenny announced.
    	His mommy looked at Bob who traded smiles with her.
    Then she looked down at her baby and laughed.
    	"You knew I used the only diaper we brought to change
    you a few minutes ago, silly goose! You'll have to wait
    till we get home and then I'll change you and Bob, both!"
    	Mary liked being the mommy and now it looked like she
    would have two babies.

    Chapter 3

    	As they rode in the car on the way to his house, Kenny
    sat on Bob's lap. He was laid back in Bob's arms, drinking
    a baby bottle. Bob had filled it with milk he had gotten
    from a vending machine. Kenny sucked on the nipple quietly,
    listening to the adults talk.
    	"So, how long have you worn diapers?" Mary asked as
    she drove along. Her mind was going a thousand miles an
    hour. She wondered why she was accepting this stranger so
    easily. There was just such an instant rapport, a feeling
    of ease, she had with him and she could tell he felt the
    same way. Was this 'love at first sight'? It certainly was
    the case with Kenny. Mary could see he was already very
    much attached to Bob. She liked the way the two hit it
    off.. Kenny had always been very shy towards other adults;
    especially men. He had opened up to Bob right away. Maybe
    it was because Bob could understand Kenny's baby side as
    well as his slightly more grown-up side.
    	In any case, here she was, headed home with a man who
    was wearing a wet, messy, diaper. A guy she just met, and
    she was actually looking forward to changing his diaper
    when they got there! She came out of her thoughts as he
    answered.
    	"All my life, actually," Bob spoke the answer as if it
    was a normal response to a normal question asked by a woman
    he had just met. He was amazed at how at ease he felt.
    Sitting there in her car in a wet, poopy diaper, holding
    her five year old son, who was sucking on a baby bottle and
    wearing a wet diaper himself; he really and truly felt
    comfortable and relaxed.
    	Bob felt his diaper warm and knew he was wetting
    again. Kenny realized it, too. He stopped sucking his
    bottle and looked up at him with a smile.
    	Kenny interrupted the conversation by reaching up with
    his bottle and putting the nipple up to Bob's lips. Bob
    sucked on it a few moments. The cold milk tasted good. Bob
    stopped sucking and pulled his head back to get the nipple
    out of his mouth.
    	"I'll have mine later, Kenny." He said, with a happy
    grin. He gave Kenny a little hug by gently squeezing him in
    his arms, pulling Kenny against him. Kenny hugged back,
    then started drinking his bottle again.
    	"When I was a child, I had a number of bladder
    infections," Bob continued. "As a result my mother always
    kept me in diapers. I started in a regular school, but was
    teased so much when they discovered I wore diapers. I was
    soon transferred into a special school where other kids had
    various problems that required them to wear diapers too.
    About the time I was ten, I stopped getting bladder
    infections. By then I was so used to wearing a diaper, I
    would often wet without realizing it. My mother, like you
    with Kenny here, liked me being her baby and never tried to
    potty train me. Even as I grew up she diapered me, fed me
    baby bottles, and often dressed me in little boy and baby
    clothes she made herself. I still wear the last pair of
    pants she made before she passed away. They are light blue
    corduroy baby pants, elastic waist, with little bears
    printed on them and they have snaps on the inside of the
    legs to make diaper changing easier."
    	"You're not going to believe this," Mary interjected
    joyfully. "I just made Kenny a pair of pants that sounds
    just like those!"
    	Mary thought for a moment, then asked; "So that
    explains why you wet your diaper, but what about the other?
    You know, pooping your pants?"
    	Bob chuckled. "I guess since I was already wearing a
    diaper, it was just natural to poop in them, too. It seemed
    like a normal thing to do."
    	"Isn't that right, Kenny?" Bob asked as he glanced at
    Kenny.
    	Kenny laughed and shook his head yes.
    	Mary found herself laughing, too. "I guess you're
    right, I never gave a second thought to Kenny messing in
    his diaper, either."
    	"I'm completely incontinent at this point, and to tell
    you the truth, I really have no desire to even try to go
    through what would be a long and hard potty training
    ordeal. I'm happy and content to wear diapers the rest of
    my life." Bob's tone of voice was quite serious.
    	"That's O.K. by me. Mary answered, "I don't think I
    would mind a bit if that's what you want."
    	Bob looked at Kenny. He had fallen asleep in his arms,
    still sucking on his bottle. Just then, Bob felt Kenny's
    diaper grow hot through the rubber pants. By now they were
    both very, very wet. Thank goodness, the car seats were
    vinyl, because Bob noticed his diaper was so wet, it had
    leaked quite a bit and even his pants were noticeably wet.
    Mary noticed at the same time.
    	"My, my, your soaked aren't you, Bob?"
    	"Yea, I guess I am. I usually don't go this long
    without a diaper change. I didn't bring a change of clothes
    in my diaper bag." Bob said with a trace of anxiety in his
    voice.
    	"It's going to be all right, Mommy will take care of
    everything." Mary said in her maternal voice.
    	She was smiling ear to ear. "We'll be home in just a
    few minutes."
    	Bob wasn't even conscious of the fact he had started
    sucking his thumb. He just knew he was the happiest he had
    been in years.

    Chapter 4

    	Kenny woke up early. He lay in bed for some time
    trying to decide if he felt any older. Today is my eighth
    birthday he thought to himself. His mind wandered to the
    events of the last year. So much had happened. His mommy
    had married Bob just three months ago. That made him very
    happy. He loved Bob very much and he was a good daddy.
    Kenny had thought of Bob as his daddy very soon after they
    had first met, but now he was his daddy for real. Kenny's
    eyes wandered around the room looking at the many drawings
    and paintings his daddy had given him and made for him. His
    daddy was an artist and a good one too! Kenny knew Bob was
    the best artist in the whole wide world. His daddy was also
    his teacher. Daddy knows almost everything, Kenny thought.
    Since he worked at home, Bob had began to home school
    Kenny. Kenny enjoys "school time" and is an eager leaner.
    	Just then, Kenny's thoughts were interrupted when he
    realized he had to go pee. Kenny held still for a minute
    and then released his bladder. The warm pee was quickly
    soaked up by the soft cloth diapers. He could feel it
    spread out and also run down between his legs, soaking his
    bottom. He reached down and felt the warmth through his
    plastic pants. He peed for a long time since he hadn't wet
    at all during the night. This sure feels good, he thought
    to himself. It had been a full year since he had worn a
    diaper at all. He had been potty trained for most of that
    time and was not allowed to wet or poop his pants. His mind
    drifted to his potty training.
    	"Kenny," his mommy said, after sitting him down on the
    big arm chair and herself sitting on the sofa next to Bob.
    "You're getting to be a big boy now. Bob and I think it
    would be a good idea if you were potty trained."
    	Kenny was not ready for that. His mouth turned down
    and he quietly began to cry, big tears running down his
    face as he listened to his mommy. She went on.
    	"You know that Bob wears diapers all the time and even
    as big as he is still wets and poops in his diapers, don't
    you sweetheart? Well, he didn't really have a choice about
    wearing diapers. His mommy just made him wear them without
    giving him the O.K. not to wear diapers. We think it should
    be up to you, Kenny, to decide if you want to wear diapers
    or not."
    	Kenny started to say that he really did want to wear
    diapers, but his mommy kept on talking.
    	"So, I think that the only way you can really decide
    is if you were potty trained like most other kids your age
    and used the toilet instead of your pants. Starting today,
    you will not wear diapers any more. You will wear big boy
    underwear and you will not wet or poop in them. You will
    wear regular pajamas to bed and you can't wet the bed."
    	Kenny was crying hard by now and ran over and embraced
    Bob for comfort. Bob wrapped his arms around the little boy
    and spoke softly to him. "Now, now. It's O.K. Kenny. Mommy
    and I are not punishing you, little buddy. You just need to
    know what it feels like to be dry for a long time before
    you can decide about wearing diapers. I'll tell you what,
    sport. You do this for us until your next birthday, until
    you're eight, and if you want to wear diapers again, you
    can, OK?"
    	Kenny got control of himself again and reluctantly
    agreed. It took a whole month before Kenny stopped having
    accidents in his pants and bed since he was so used to
    wearing diapers and relieving himself whenever he wanted.
    However, Kenny wanted to please Bob and his mommy, so he
    tried real hard and the accidents stopped after awhile. He
    was completely potty trained. Kenny hated it. He missed his
    soft diapers and his plastic pants. He missed the special
    attention he got when he was getting his diaper changed,
    and the wonderful smell of the baby powder. He didn't like
    having to stop playing when he had to go potty and go in
    the house to the bathroom. He missed the warm feeling of
    wetting his diaper and the way the poopoo felt in his
    diaper. He was a good boy and obeyed his mommy and daddy.
    The night before his eighth birthday his mommy and daddy
    sat him down again for another talk.
    	"Well, Kenny," Bob began. "You have been very good and
    stayed dry ever since you were potty trained. Now that you
    know what it is like not to wear diapers, what do you
    think?"
    	Kenny did not even hesitate. "I want to wear diapers
    again!" He ran into the bedroom closet and got some diapers
    and a pair of plastic pants out of the boxes they had been
    stored in. He grabbed some diaper pins out of another box
    and ran in to have his mommy put the diapers on him. He
    tossed everything into his mommy's lap and took off his
    pants and underwear. He was about to lay down when he
    remembered something and ran to his daddy's dresser to get
    the baby powder. Then he ran back and laid down for his
    mommy to diaper him for the first time in almost a year.
    His mother was laughing as he rushed beck and forth.
    	"OK, sweetheart," she said as she began to diaper her
    little 'baby'. I'll diaper you, but you can't use this
    diaper until tomorrow because you won't be eight until
    then." Kenny was fine with that, he was going to bed real
    soon and it wouldn't be long till morning. For now he
    savored the smells, feelings and softness of the diapers
    and the attention that went with it........................
    	"Kenny!," his mommy said as she walked into his room.
    "Happy Birthday!" Kenny shifted his thoughts back to the
    present. Kenny's mommy handed him a bottle full of apple
    juice. "Thanks mommy!" Kenny said. His mommy sat down on
    his bed and gave him a big birthday hug and checked his
    diaper.
    	"I see you've started being a baby again, your diaper
    is wet already." Kenny's mommy smiled at him as she said
    it. "I'm glad you want to stay my baby sweetheart. I know
    you have wanted to go back to diapers all along, but may
    least now you know the difference. Did you wet in your
    sleep?" She took him in her arms and cradled him while he
    drank his bottle.
    	Kenny took the bottle out of his mouth long enough to
    answer. "No mommy, I went peepee after I woke up." He
    returned the smile as he spoke and then went back to his
    bottle and enjoying being held in his mommie's arms.
    	"You lay down a few more minutes, baby. Mommy is going
    to fix breakfast for her little baby boy while he figures
    out what we might do today for his birthday."
    	"O.K. Mommy." Kenny said with a mouth full of nipple.
    He lay down and continued to suck his first bottle since he
    had been forced off of them. He was wonderfully happy and
    started thinking of all kinds of things to do for his
    birthday.
    	"Time to get up Kenny!" His mother called from the
    kitchen. "I'm fixing the birthday boy a big, special
    breakfast! Come on in to the kitchen, sweetheart! Happy
    birthday!"
    	Kenny got out of bed and put his slippers on. They
    looked like little kittens and even meowed when he walked.
    Just as he reached the bedroom door, he felt he had to
    peepee, so he immediately relaxed and wet in his diaper,
    enjoying the warm feeling all over again. He then followed
    the smell of his favorite breakfast into the kitchen. As he
    entered the doorway to the kitchen, his mommy smiled at
    seeing him standing there in a wet, saggy diaper, plastic
    pants, and kitten slippers.
    	"Happy birthday, baby!" His mommy finished sliding the
    ham and cheese omelet onto a plate. She put two slices of
    freshly buttered toast on the plate and sat the plate down
    where Kenny always sat. There was a toddler's sipper cup of
    fresh, strained orange juice already at the place. Kenny
    sat down in the high chair ( Bob had made him a new, bigger
    one ) in front of the table and his mommy fastened the tray
    to the arms of the chair. She sat down next to Kenny,
    fastened a bib around his neck and began to hand-feed Kenny
    his birthday breakfast. Just then, Bob came into the
    kitchen carrying a big box all wrapped up in paper with
    clowns and balloons on it and a large blue bow.
    	"Hi daddy!, Kenny shouted out. "Mommy's feeding me my
    favorite breakfast! What did you get me daddy? Can I open
    it now?"
    	"Woah, tiger!" Bob laughed. "Happy birthday! You can
    open the present after breakfast." Bob went over and kissed
    his son on the forehead and then checked to see if he was
    wet. "Then mommy can change both our diapers. Your soaked
    and so am I." Then Bob noticed Kenny's face turning red and
    a certain look Kenny had that Bob hadn't seen in almost a
    year. "Your going poopoo, aren't you Kenny?", Bob said with
    a knowing grin.
    	Kenny smiled back and nodded yes, but didn't say
    anything. It was taking a little effort since it had been
    so long since he had pooped in his pants. Never-the-less,
    Kenny was glad he didn't have to wait till after breakfast
    and was enjoying the feeling as the soft poop filled his
    diaper.
    	After he was done, Kenny hurriedly finished his
    breakfast as fast as his mommy could feed it to him.
    "Hurry, mommy, take the tray off!", Kenny said with excited
    anticipation. As soon as she did, Kenny leaped down and
    started ripping the paper from the box. Kenny was so
    excited, he peed his diaper again! Before half the paper
    was off the box, Kenny could tell what it was.
    	"I LOVE IT!" Kenny shouted. "I always wanted a
    sleeping bag! Does that mean we're going camping?"
    	"Yes, it does, sweetheart!" Mary said to her son.
    "We're going tomorrow morning! Now, you two need to come
    with me and I'll change your diapers. Then we'll plan our
    camping trip!"
    	Kenny couldn't be happier! He was back in his beloved
    diapers, wet, messy, and about to be changed by his mommy.
    He was also going to get to go camping for his very first
    time! He could hardly wait!

    Chapter 5

    	Kenny went to his room and started playing a video
    game while he waited for his mommy to finish changing his
    daddy and then come to change him. He didn't play too long
    before it was his turn. His mommy came in and motioned for
    him to hop up on the changing table. As she set him up on
    the table, he could feel his poopoo spread over his bottom.
    Kenny loved that feeling and grinned as his mommy started
    to change him.
    	"Someone smells verrry stinky!" Kenny's mommy said as
    she smiled back at his grin. She laid him back and pulled
    his plastic pants down to his ankles. As she unpinned his
    diaper, she made a funny face to show Kenny how stinky she
    thought he was. She started pretending to choke and holding
    her breath, puffing her cheeks out and crossing her eyes
    from the smell as she held his ankles, lifted his bottom
    into the air, and took the dirty diaper off of him. Kenny
    laughed at her antics then began to suck his thumb. Still
    holding his legs up, Mary then wiped off his bottom with
    baby wipes until he was clean. She then slid a clean, dry
    diaper under him and lowered his bottom onto it. Kenny's
    mommy always used lots of baby powder that she gently
    rubbed in all around his diaper area. This was one of
    Kenny's favorite parts of his diaper changes. Once the
    powder was done, she brought the diaper up between his legs
    and pinned it on both sides, making sure it was very snug.
    Mary decided to change his plastic pants too so she slid
    the dirty ones off his ankles and slid a clean pair up over
    his diaper. Next, Kenny's mommy got his favorite white
    onesie from his drawer. She sat him up, slipped it over his
    head and arms, laid him back down, then fastened the snaps
    in the crotch and the two on his shoulder. All of this was
    done in almost total silence, with Kenny sucking his thumb
    and lovingly watching his mommy's face.
    	"OK, birthday baby, what would you like me to dress
    you in today? Do you want to wear your baby clothes or 'big
    boy' clothes?" Kenny's mommy stroked his hair and kissed
    him on the forehead while she waited for him to decide.
    "Baby!" Kenny said, his words slightly slurred by his
    thumb. "Baby it is!" Kenny's mommy said as she got his
    little sailor suit from the closet and proceeded to dress
    him in it. He looks so cute in this outfit, she thought to
    herself. She loved how his diaper caused his white sailor
    slacks to bulge. She finished by putting his socks and
    shoes on him and as she picked him up to set him on the
    floor, gave him a big hug and kiss. Kenny gave his mommy a
    kiss back and then he went to watch some cartoons while his
    mommy got herself and daddy ready for the day.
    	"He sure loves being a baby," Mary said as she came
    into her bedroom and saw Bob sitting there in just his
    diapers and plastic pants. "Of course, I know someone else
    that loves that too," Mary said as she kissed her big baby
    husband. "So, what is the plan for this camping trip
    tomorrow?" Mary slipped her finger under the leg opening of
    Bob's plastic pants. She wasn't surprised to find out he
    needed changing again, and began to change him while he
    told her about the trip plans.
    	"First off," said Bob as he lay down on the bed and
    lifted his bottom so Mary could pull down his plastic
    pants, "I rented a good sized camper-trailer for us. We'll
    have a tent too so Kenny can sleep in that if he wants to.
    And I plan on at least one night of us sleeping totally
    outside the camper and 'under the stars'. The camper will
    be useful in giving us a more private place to change
    diapers and a more comfortable place the two of us to sleep
    in. I like camping, but I don't want to spend every night
    sleeping on the hard ground and the rocks. Guess I'm just
    too citified!" Bob and Mary laughed at the comment. Bob
    lifted his bottom up again so Mary could slip the wet
    diaper out and slip a clean, dry one back under him. AS he
    lowered his butt back onto the diaper he continued. "I
    reserved a place way up above the valley at Yosemite Park
    last year just for this occasion. It is still accessible
    for the camper but it is more secluded than most of the
    camping spots there. I'm sure Kenny will have a great
    time"! Mary had already powdered and fastened the diaper on
    Bob and was slipping the plastic pants up his legs. Again,
    Bob lifted while she brought them up into place. "There are
    lots of things to do to get ready for this trip as well as
    making sure Kenny has a fun day for his birthday today."
    "Well, I guess I will have to dress you fast then," Mary
    said as she slipped Bob's pants up his legs. Bob said he
    could dress himself, but Mary told him her babies needed
    their mommy to dress them and not to argue. Bob never
    argued with her when she was being the mommy. She got him
    dressed in record speed and they set about the many tasks
    of the day.
    	The day flew by. Kenny had some friends from the
    neighborhood come over and they had an impromptu party with
    ice cream and cake. Bob had to go get the camper and spent
    most of his time loading it with all the things they needed
    for the trip. Mary was so busy with the surprise party (it
    was a surprise to her) and getting food ready for the
    camping trip she didn't even think to change Kenny until
    she saw he was leaking. Mary took him to his nursery and
    changed his diaper and his baby clothes. She put a pair of
    shorts and a T-shirt on him for the rest of the day. The
    other kids had seen his wet sailor suit too but they didn't
    say anything because they had known Kenny wore diapers
    already. They had been told Kenny had been on a medication
    for a year so he wouldn't have to wear diapers but now the
    medication didn't work anymore. His best friend David knew
    the real reason he wasn't in diapers for that year and that
    Kenny had chosen to go back into diapers and be a baby, but
    that didn't matter to David. Kenny was his friend. Besides,
    David was a bedwetter himself and when he slept over at
    Kenny's he was diapered at night. He didn't get to wear
    diapers at home and he liked them much better than a wet
    bed, so he kind of knew how Kenny felt.
    	All of a sudden, it was 9:00 PM and Kenny's bedtime.
    Mary diapered him for bed in diapers so thick he could
    hardly walk and then put his Pooh night-time onesie on him.
    She carried him into the family room and his daddy hugged
    and kissed him goodnight, then she carried him to the
    nursery. Mary put him in his crib and gave him a bottle of
    warmed milk. As he started sucking on his bottle, Kenny
    felt his diaper warm with pee. He was already back to
    wetting without thinking about it. Kenny was so happy! He
    had had a great birthday and was excited about the camping
    trip tomorrow, but he was also exhausted. Kenny fell asleep
    as his mommy sang a lullaby and he sucked on his bottle.

    Chapter 6

    	Kenny woke up sucking his thumb. This was the day! He
    was going to get to go camping! The side was down on his
    crib, so it was easy to climb out. As he slid over the
    lowered railing, he realized with a smile how wet his
    diapers were. They hung down low with his onesie, barely
    able to hold them up. He toddled down the hall and into his
    parents bedroom.
    	"Mommy, daddy! Time to get up so we can go camping!"
    Kenny jumped up into their bed and cuddled next to his
    mommy. She instinctively put her arm around Kenny, and
    pulled him close. Still half asleep, she looked over at her
    clock.
    	"Kenny, for Pete's sake, it's only 4:30 in the
    morning!" Mary whispered, amused he would be so eager.
    "You're going to have to go back to sleep for a little
    while. Mommy and daddy were up late getting ready for
    camping so we're real sleepy." Kenny didn't think he could
    go back to sleep, but he closed his eyes and tried. While
    he was laying there, trying to be a good boy and go to
    sleep, he felt the need to poopoo. Kenny relaxed and let it
    come out. He was enjoying the feeling as his mommy was very
    softly patting him on his diaper and telling him he was
    such a good baby boy. Somewhere after that, he must have
    drifted back to sleep.
    	"Wake up baby boy!" Kenny's eyes opened and focused on
    his daddy's face. Bob was standing next to the bed, bending
    over to give his little boy a kiss on the forehead. "I love
    you, sweetheart, it's time to get your diaper changed and
    get you dressed so we can start our trip." Kenny was up and
    in his daddy's arms before he could say anything else.
    	"Whoa!" "You're getting to be a pretty big baby," Bob
    laughed as he changed his footing to keep himself and Kenny
    from falling backwards. Kenny hugged his daddy who carried
    him back to Kenny's own bedroom for a very needed diaper
    change and then to dress him for the day's events.
    	Bob soon had Kenny all cleaned up and was dressing him
    in a T-shirt and shortalls when Mary called to them to come
    and eat breakfast. Both baby boys were very hungry and
    quickly arrived in the kitchen. Bob helped Kenny into his
    highchair, tied his bib around his neck and then let Kenny
    tie a bib on his daddy before sitting down next to his son.
    	"Well, as soon as we finish eating, we'll jump in the
    camper and take off," Bob announced with a smile. Mary
    looked over at him and laughed! Bob looked back at her with
    a little surprise in his face. "How come you're laughing,
    Mary? You've seen me with a bib on lots of times." Mary
    laughed even louder! She finally composed herself and said,
    "I'm used to you in a bib and diapers, my love, but I don't
    think other people will understand your walking around in
    just diapers and baby-print plastic pants with no trousers
    on!" Marry started laughing again as Bob looked down to see
    his diapers and bare legs. "I guess I better get some pants
    on before we go," Bob said as he started to laugh, too.
    Everyone then went about the business of enjoying a big
    breakfast. Kenny capped his off by sucking on a baba of
    cold milk.
    	Bob finished his breakfast and went in to get some
    pants on. Mary followed him because it was obvious to her
    that he needed a diaper change. She called back to Kenny as
    they left the kitchen. "Stay in your high-chair and finish
    your baba, sweetie, I'll be back in a few minutes to get
    you and change your diaper. If your daddy's that wet, I'm
    sure you are, too." Kenny smiled from behind his bottle. He
    was very wet indeed.
    	After diaper changes there was a flurry of activity as
    everyone made final preparations for the trip. Last-minute
    details were attended to and finally everyone loaded into
    the camper. "WE'RE OFF!," Bob and Kenny said in unison as
    they backed out of the driveway and headed down the street.

    Chapter 7

    	Kenny was so excited! He kept running up and down the
    length of the big camper. It was the type that was like a
    big bus and he would run up to where his daddy was driving
    and run back to where mommy was laying in the little
    bedroom. Finally, Kenny's mommy grabbed him and pulled him
    next to her in the bed to get him to settle down. He got
    the hint and snuggled next to her, happily sucking his
    thumb. Kenny had a tendency to fall asleep during long
    trips and this was no exception. He woke up to his mommy
    changing his diapers. She had slipped a changing pad under
    him and already had the legs of his shortalls unsnapped and
    his plastic pants off. She was just unpinning his diaper as
    he woke.
    	"Hi precious," his mommy said. "I'm glad you woke up,
    you've been asleep for two hours already! We're almost to
    where we're going to eat lunch, so I'm going to change your
    diaper and put a Pampers on you. I know you don't like
    disposables as much as the cloth diapers, but it will be
    too hard to do laundry and a week is too long to store wet
    cloth diapers. I'm sure glad they make these size 6
    Pampers, they fit you great."
    	Kenny really didn't care what kind of diaper he was
    put into at the moment, he was starving! It was a very hot
    day, so his mommy just left him in his T-shirt and his
    Pampers. Soon, they reached the Howard Johnson's they were
    going to eat at. After they found a parking area for the
    camper, Bob went back to the little bedroom so Mary could
    change him, too. As usual, he was soaked. Mary put her
    husband into a Molicare diaper and put him into shorts and
    a T-shirt. If someone was observant, they could tell he had
    a diaper on under his shorts. Once Mary was done, she and
    her two babies exited the camper and went into the
    restaurant. They were seated right away. The hostess
    noticed Kenny was in just a T-shirt and a diaper and asked
    Mary if the baby needed a high chair. Mary told her yes and
    one was brought to were they were seated. The busboy who
    brought the highchair picked Kenny up to place him in the
    seat.
    	"My, what a big baby!" he said as he lifted Kenny.
    Everyone just smiled. As soon as Kenny was seated, the
    busboy left and the waitress brought the water.
    	"Can I get you something else to drink or would you
    like to order an appetizer?" she asked. As she was
    speaking, she was looking at Kenny and thinking he was kind
    of old to be in diapers and in a highchair, but she kept
    her opinion to herself.
    	"Would you like me to fill a bottle for your son?" She
    gestured toward the empty bottle in the diaper bag Mary
    carried.
    	"That would be great," Mary answered. "He's very
    thirsty, I'm sure."
    	Mary handed the bottle to her as Bob told her they
    would all like milk. The waitress took the bottle and
    returned in a few minutes with the bottle, two glasses of
    milk and took their order. Lunch was great and they joked
    and talked the whole time. Right before they were done,
    Kenny filled his diaper. Bob was the first to catch the
    tell-tale odor.
    	"I think someone needs a change before we go! I'll
    change him in the restroom here so that there is at least
    one less smelly diaper in the camper's trash can."
    	With that, Bob undid the tray on the highchair, picked
    up the diaper bag, and carried him into the men's room.
    There was a baby changing station there and Bob sat Kenny
    on the fold-down platform. Kenny was a little big for it,
    but still could lie on it for the diaper change. Bob
    proceeded to undo the tapes on the diaper and clean Kenny's
    bottom with several baby wipes. Being very practiced, Bob
    quickly got Kenny cleaned up and into a fresh diaper. He
    picked Kenny up and carried him back to the table. When
    they got back, Mary made a sniffing sound and said, "It
    doesn't smell like you got him changed. What were you doing
    in there?"
    	Bob laughed and whispered to his wife, "While I was
    changing Kenny, I filled my own diaper."
    	Mary chuckled and asked if he though he could fit on
    the changing station in the bathroom. Bob said he thought
    he might be a little too big so they paid the check and
    everyone went back to the camper. Mary took Bob to the back
    and changed him before they headed back down the road.
    	Kenny sat on the bench seat of the table near the
    front of the camper and drank his second baba for lunch. Of
    course. he soon fell asleep. Kenny woke up near the end of
    the trip and just watched the scenery go by while his mommy
    talked with his daddy up in the front.

    Chapter 8

    	Kenny watched as the flat farmlands began to change to
    more and more trees. The camper had been in an uphill climb
    for some time. The trees were soon a forest and the forest
    got thicker and thicker. Eventually Kenny's daddy turned
    the big rig onto a smaller road leading off the highway.
    The smaller road became even smaller roads and there were a
    number of sharp turns. Finally, the camper came to a halt
    and was backed into a camping area.
    	"We're here!" exclaimed Bob. "Kenny, we're going to
    setup a small tent just outside the camper so you can sleep
    outside at night if you'd like to." Kenny loved the idea of
    being able to sleep out in a sleeping bag in a real tent!
    	"OK Kenny, you can go explore around a little," Mary
    said as she saw how eager Kenny was to check out the woods.
    "Just stay close enough to the camper so that if we call
    you, you will be able to hear. There are campsites in all
    directions so you can't really get lost. Do you need your
    diaper changed honey?" Mary had gotten some shortalls and,
    going over to Kenny, began to dress him. Kenny was wet, but
    he told his mommy no because he wanted to get going to
    explore. Mary decided to let him go rather than insist he
    get changed first. She finished putting the shortalls on
    him. "Go for it Kenny!" Mary had barely gotten the words
    out and Kenny was already out the door and going into the
    woods.
    	Kenny was in awe of the forest. He walked a ways into
    the trees. He was far enough from the camp he couldn't see
    his parents. He could still hear them, but it was distant
    and he could not hear what they said. In the distance in
    front of him, he could also hear the faint laughter coming
    from another camp site. This was perfect, he thought, and
    sat down on a fallen log to take in the awesome experience
    of his first encounter with the forest and the mountains.
    He was sitting at the edge of a small clearing.
    	Suddenly, he heard noises coming from the woods
    directly in front of him! There was something coming toward
    where he was sitting! He jumped up and got behind the log
    he had been sitting on and peeked around the end to see
    what was making the noise. He was scared, but he just had
    to see what it was. He readied himself to run back to the
    camp just in case whatever it was chased him. He watched
    and listened as it got closer to the clearing. Making quite
    a bit of noise, out from around a tree stepped another boy!
    Kenny was still hiding and watched him carefully. The boy
    was almost the same size as he was, maybe even a little bit
    smaller. He was skinny and had long blonde hair to his
    shoulders. He was wearing just a T-shirt, shorts and a pair
    of sandals. The boy seemed to be at ease and used to being
    in the woods. Kenny kept watching, being very quiet. The
    new kid walked a few steps into the clearing and started
    looking around. He especially seemed to be watching behind
    him. He was only about fifteen feet from Kenny, but didn't
    see him. After one more glance behind him, the boy
    squatted. He made a little noise and then Kenny saw! There
    was a definite bulging in the seat of the boy's shorts. The
    kid was pooping his pants! As Kenny watched in sheer
    fascination, the bulge got bigger, and then pee flowed from
    the shorts as well. Kenny watched the boy finish. The new
    kid stood back up and felt behind him, feeling the bulge
    the poopoo made in his shorts and smiled. Then, with his
    hand, he felt the wet front of his shorts and smiled even
    more. The kid stood there a minute, obviously enjoying what
    he had just done, then he walked toward the very log Kenny
    was hiding behind. Kenny ducked back and crouched behind
    the log trying to keep from being seen. The boy was paying
    more attention to the load in his pants than his
    surroundings and turned to sit down on the log Kenny had
    been sitting on and was now hiding behind. The kid made a
    tiny jump backwards, landing in a sitting position on the
    log. Kenny heard him make a little "Ahhhh" sound as he
    landed and his load smushed on his bum.
    	Kenny giggled. The boy jumped way up and actually
    turned in mid-air. He landed facing the log and saw Kenny
    stand up from behind it. "What the crap are you doing
    spying on me!" the kid yelled at Kenny. "I wasn't trying to
    spy" Kenny quickly replied. "I was scared when I heard
    noises and hid behind this log and then there was you and
    then you went potty in your pants and sat down and I didn't
    know who you were and, Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to
    spy!" Then there was silence. The new kid just looked at
    him and he just looked at the new kid.
    	Finally, the kid said, "You're not going to tell
    anybody I went in my pants, are you?" Kenny relaxed a
    little and replied, "No, but how come you did? I could tell
    you did it on purpose. Do you like it?" The kid seemed
    almost ready to cry. "Umm, er, ah, yeah........ but don't
    tell no one! I tell them I had an accident!" He was so
    afraid Kenny would start teasing him or run and tell on
    him.
    	Kenny thought for a second, then slipped off the
    straps to his shortalls and pulled them down enough for his
    Pampers to show. The new kid stared at them for a minute.
    "Wow," he whispered. "That is so cool! How come you wear
    diapers?" The kid never took his eyes off of Kenny's
    Pampers. Kenny smiled and said, "I want to. I wear them all
    the time. I like to be a baby and my mommy likes me to be
    her baby, so that's why." The new kid's mouth dropped open.
    He just stood there, staring at the visible top of the
    Pampers Kenny was wearing.
    	Kenny was getting a little uncomfortable with his
    diaper being stared at so close and finally spoke again.
    "My name is Kenny, what's yours?" The kid came out of his
    trance. "Danny," he said. "Hey, you got snaps in your
    shorts too, Kenny." Kenny chuckled and agreed. "Yeah,
    that's so mommy can change me easy. Ya wanta come over to
    our camp for a while?" Danny's eyes lit up for a second,
    but then a sad look came over his face and he said, "Your
    mom and dad will see I peed and pooped my pants and then
    probably take me back to where our tent is and tell my
    mommy."
    	"No, they wont tell on you Danny," Kenny said very
    seriously so Danny would know he wasn't fooling. Come on,
    follow me, they won't tease you or tell on you at all, I
    promise!" Kenny started to walk back to the camp and Danny,
    still not real sure about going, followed a little ways
    behind. Before they got all the way back, Kenny stopped and
    let his new friend catch up. When Danny got close enough,
    Kenny took his hand and led him the rest of the way.
    Danny's thoughts were filled with what was going to happen
    when they saw his shorts all wet and smelled that he was
    poopy. Even through his concern though, he was enjoying the
    feeling of his wet pants and the poop that had spread all
    the way to the front of his underwear. Whatever they did,
    he thought, it was worth it.
    	The two small boys broke through the woods into the
    clearing of the campsite where the big RV was parked.
    Kenny's parents had set it up for the stay and had already
    set up Kenny's tent with his sleeping bag inside. As the
    boys approached, Mary came out of the camper and stood next
    to Bob as he was building the campfire for later in the
    evening.
    	Mary spoke first. "Hi baby! Did you have fun
    exploring? I see you found a new friend in the woods." As
    they came up to the two adults, Mary asked, "What's your
    name sweetheart?" She of course had noticed his wet pants
    and being downwind of the two boys, knew one of them had
    full pants. Bob noticed as well.
    	Danny, looking at the ground, was afraid to look up at
    them. His reply was barely audible. "Danny," he said as he
    brought his head up just enough to see their faces for a
    second.
    	"It looks like you need to be changed, Danny," said
    Bob as he smiled reassuringly at Danny. "I can tell you
    went poopoo in your pants as well as wet them. Why don't
    you and Kenny come into the camper, and Mary will get you
    both changed into something dry and more comfortable. I
    know Kenny has to be soaked by now and needs a change as
    badly as you do. I need to finish a few things for the
    campsite and then I will join you all inside."
    	That said, Kenny took Danny's hand again and led him
    into the camper. Danny followed, somewhat stunned by the
    lack of scolding from the adults once they had realized the
    condition of his pants. Kenny's dad had even said all that
    about getting changed with a smile!
    	Mary followed them inside and put Kenny's changing pad
    on the bed. She smiled at the two boys and said, "Hop up
    here Kenny, we'll change you first so your little friend
    can see how it's done." Kenny got up on the bed and lay
    down like any good toddler would do. Danny stood and
    watched in silence. Mary hummed the tune from Sesame Street
    while she started the diaper change. She undid the snaps on
    the inside leg seams and crotch of his shortalls and pulled
    them upward till Kenny's diaper was fully exposed. He was
    soaked. She untapped the sides and rolled up the diaper as
    she was sliding it out from under him. Kenny automatically
    lifted his butt up as she did this. She threw the wet
    diaper in a trash pail that was next to her. Then she took
    a baby wipe from its container and wiped his diaper area
    completely. She did the same with another wipe to make sure
    he was clean after being in a wet diaper so long. She had
    him turn over and cleaned his bum with yet another wipe.
    While he was still on his tummy, she put a diaper rash
    cream on her hands and rubbed them together to warm up the
    cream before she spread it all over his bum, rubbing it in
    completely. She had him roll back over and rubbed more
    cream on his front diaper area, taking care to cover his
    penis and scrotum. Next, she sprinkled a large amount of
    baby powder on his diaper area and proceeded to rub that in
    too. Back on his tummy again, he was sprinkled with powder
    and that was rubbed in gently. All the while, Kenny sucked
    his thumb and kept looking over at Danny who was watching
    intently. Mary didn't say anything either, but just hummed
    happily. She loved changing her baby boy. One more rollover
    to his back and Mary slipped a fresh Pampers under Kenny.
    She brought the front of the diaper up between his legs and
    fastened each side with the tape. Finally, she pulled the
    shortall back into position and fastened the snaps. "There!
    You're a clean baby again!" Mary pulled him toward her and
    gave her baby a big kiss before letting him get down from
    the bed. She turned her attention to Danny.

    Chapter 9

    	"OK, sweetie, it's your turn," Mary said as she patted
    the changing pad on the bed. "Come on up here Danny, I
    promise it will be OK."
    	Danny climbed up on the bed and lay down on the pad, a
    little uncertain about how this whole thing was going. His
    own mommy would usually get mad and spank him whenever he
    peed or pooped in his pants.
    	"Oh my, you certainly are a messy little boy." Mary
    spoke softly so as not to scare Kenny's new friend. It was
    obvious to her that he wasn't used to being treated so
    casually about messing his pants. Danny seemed almost ready
    to cry and very unsure about how to act while being
    changed. Kenny had recognized the look on his new friend's
    face and already had a solution. While Danny was getting up
    on the bed, Kenny had gone to the little refrigerator and
    gotten one of his bottles. He handed the bottle to his
    mommy.
    	"You're such a good baby, Kenny! That was so nice of
    you to offer Danny one of your babas." Mary put the nipple
    of the bottle up to Danny's mouth. Danny thought he was
    dreaming! He had been wanting to drink a baby bottle ever
    since he could remember. He took the bottle in both hands
    and began to suck it, now smiling up at Mary.
    	Mary began changing Danny. Just as she did with Kenny,
    she started humming the tune from Sesame Street. She
    unfastened his pants button and slid the zipper down. She
    then worked on sliding his jeans down, being careful not to
    pull his underwear down yet. Kenny stood next to the bed
    and watched as quietly as Danny had watched him. Poop had
    worked its way out the edges of his underwear and had
    gotten all over the inside of his jeans. She placed the
    dirty jeans into a plastic bag she had put at the foot of
    the bed. Next, she pulled off his soaking wet and very
    soiled Power Rangers underwear and put them into the
    plastic bag as well. As careful as she was, there was no
    way to avoid getting poop on his legs as she removed his
    undies. Mary began cleaning his bottom and legs with baby
    wipes. Danny watched her smiling face intently as Mary
    continued cleaning his bottom. Danny was so happy right
    now. He was perfectly at ease with this stranger cleaning
    him as he sucked the bottle that was nearing empty. With
    the 12th baby wipe, Mary finally removed the last traces of
    Danny's 'accident' and then spoke to him. "I'm sorry honey,
    but I don't have any underwear for you to wear. Luckily you
    are about the same size as Kenny so you can wear a pair of
    his jeans, but I'm afraid I will have to put a diaper on
    you instead of underwear because that's all Kenny wears is
    diapers."
    	Without a moment's hesitation, Danny nodded his head
    yes and his smiled widened even more than it had been. Mary
    smiled back and sprinkled a large amount of baby powder on
    Danny's diaper area before slipping a new Pampers under the
    little, blond boy. Danny was in his own little world as
    Mary pulled the front of the diaper up between his legs and
    brought the sides up, taping them snugly into place. He was
    totally engrossed in the wonderful feeling of the soft, dry
    diaper. He reached down with one hand and felt the
    smoothness of the plastic. He loved the softness of it as
    he pushed on it. This is something he had only dreamed of
    since he had been forced out of diapers at the age of four.
    He had never wanted to give up his diapers, and now, for a
    little while at least, he was back in the diapers he loved.
    Mary watched this beautiful little boy as he explored the
    way the new diaper felt. She could tell easily that here
    was another boy that enjoyed diapers as much as her own son
    and husband enjoyed them. As she was reaching to sit Danny
    back up, Bob entered the camper announcing everything was
    ready for the campfire that evening. His entry brought
    Danny's thoughts back to the here and now. He started
    crying.
    	Mary instinctively took Danny in a hug close to her
    and the little boy wrapped himself around her as any baby
    in distress would have. Mary held him tightly for a few
    minutes, rocking him gently, as Bob tried telling Danny he
    was sorry if he scared him when he came in. No matter what
    Bob said, Danny just kept crying.
    	Finally, Kenny couldn't stand seeing his friend in
    distress. "What's wrong Danny? Did my daddy scare you? Did
    something hurt you? What's wrong?"
    	Danny quit crying enough to sob, "My mommy and daddy
    is going to 'pank me bad cause I messed in my pants and now
    I gots a diaper on, an, an I like it but mommy is going to
    'pank me cause I look like a baby an', an'." Danny started
    crying hard again. He clung firmly to Mary, crying into her
    shoulder.
    	Mary spoke in his ear using her most gentle and
    softest voice. "It's going to be OK, Danny. Bob and I will
    talk to your mommy and daddy. We'll tell them we didn't
    have anything else to put on you because our little boy,
    who is your age wears diapers all the time. We will try to
    make it OK with them Danny. I'm sure they will understand.
    It's OK, Danny." She repeated this several times until
    Danny finally stopped crying and could hear her. He laid
    with his head on her shoulder for a minute more and then
    asked, "You really think so?" He leaned back a little,
    still holding onto her neck as he searched her face for the
    answer. Mary smiled at him, reaching up to his face to wipe
    away his tears and said, "I'm sure we be able to work it
    out Danny. You let us worry about that. Why don't you and
    Kenny go out in front of the camper and play while Bob and
    I talk about what to say to your parents."
    	Danny seemed very satisfied with that and released his
    grip on Mary's neck. She stood him up on the floor and
    Kenny took his hand as they ran out the door to play.
    	"What a darling little boy," Mary said to Bob as she
    motioned to him it was his turn to lay down foe a diaper
    change. Bob, very familiar with Mary's signals, undid his
    shorts and dropped them to his ankles, and immediately laid
    down on the bed. He was overdue for a change anyway.
    	"He is very cute Mary. The second cutest little boy
    I've ever seen. Of course, Kenny is the cutest!" Bob
    chuckled and then continued as Mary was in the process of
    removing his wet diaper and wiping his diaper area clean..
    "I'd love to draw him if his parents let me. I hope they
    are understanding about his messing his pants and your
    putting him in a diaper. He seems to like wearing one very
    much."
    	"Yes, he does. Just like two other babies I know,"
    Mary said with a grin. "I hope they are understanding too.
    I'm sure by now they have begun to miss him and must be
    looking for him. If they don't come soon, we will take him
    back to their camp ourselves. I don't want them to think
    something has happened to him." Mary finished diapering her
    husband and he stood up, pulling his shorts back on.
    	Outside, Kenny and Danny were having a great time
    playing. Kenny had a few Matchbox toy cars and they were
    pretending to drive them around the camp ground. Danny was
    wearing only the diaper Mary had put on him and he kept
    feeling his diaper, thrilled with the idea he was actually
    wearing one. Kenny had decided he was hot a few minutes
    after they had started playing and had shed his shorts so
    that he too was wearing only a diaper. Danny kept looking
    at his new friend, imagining he must look like the same as
    Kenny, and Kenny looked a lot like a baby wearing just his
    diaper. As he was looking at Kenny playing, he noticed the
    front of Kenny's diaper turning a dull yellow color and
    beginning to swell. Danny knew Kenny had just peed his
    diaper although Kenny paid no attention to it as he played.
    Danny had been feeling the need to peepee himself and
    decided to use his diaper just like his new friend did.
    Danny stood up and spread his legs slightly. Not used to
    openly peeing his pants, it took a moment for Danny to let
    go, but soon he was feeling that wonderful sensation of his
    diaper getting wet and warm against his skin. Kenny's
    attention had been drawn to his friend's actions and both
    of them watched intently as Danny's diaper yellowed, and
    swelled. As Danny finished, he looked up with a huge smile
    on his face. Suddenly, his smile changed to a look of shock
    and fear! What he saw almost made him fall over backwards.
    There, right in front of them, were his mommy and daddy!
    They had watched him as he peed in his diaper!