    The Little Boy Who Couldn't

    Summary: A young boy of eleven years old by the name of Corey, has a
    growing attraction to diapers. He decides to wear one under his regular
    clothes and have fun with his friends, his mom finds out later, and I
    guess... you'll have to read to find out the rest.

    This story is a fictional work of art, and it’s my first. The state
    where I live is accurate, but the rest is fictional. If you would like
    to contact me, my email address is “Shk_Louch@Yahoo.com”. I hope you
    enjoy the story, and please leave feedback for me. I am a young male of
    16 years old, looking for some feedback; thanks, and enjoy.

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    As a young boy of eleven years old, I had a growing urge to wear
    diapers. I lived in a family consisting of just my mother and my little
    brother whom was only one at the time. My father had died several years
    before in a car accident. My mother received an extra $200 a month for
    clothing, food, and shelter from the Government. My mother worked one
    career with 2 side jobs for extra money so we could have fun with extra
    things to do. We lived in a one-family house in a decent neighborhood.
    Our house consisted of four bedrooms, one kitchen, a rather large
    living area, and a dining room. We lived in a nice area in the state of
    Massachusetts where families weren't rich, weren't poor, but just had
    enough for everyone to have their own bedroom, a decent car. Some
    people had pools. We all had nice bikes, and good clothes to wear.

    Anyways, to move forward in the story, I always wanted to see what it
    was like to wear a diaper. One day my mother was out back doing some
    gardening and I decided to go in my baby brother’s room. I decided to
    try on a diaper. Me only being 75 pounds, it fit me just fine. I
    thought it was somewhat comfortable and I continued to wear it. I just
    threw my boxer shorts over it and put my shorts back on. I went outside
    and I rode my bike with a few friends until dinnertime when my mother
    called me in. She asked me to go wash my hands, and as I was walking to
    wash my hands she asked for me to turn around and give her a hug. So I
    did, and when I did she hugged me and gave me a pat on the butt and
    then told me to wash up.

    I went to dinner and we had a decent meal of pork chops, mashed
    potatoes, sweet corn and apple sauce. Before we began to eat, my mother
    put my brother in his highchair then cut up my food in little pieces,
    then we started eating. While we ate, my mother brought up the topic of
    why I was wearing a diaper. I just thought, "Oh crap, she knows." Then
    I replied and said, "I don’t know." So she said, "Have you been having
    potty problems?" and I replied, "No." So she asked, "Why are you
    wearing a diaper then?" And I told her, "Mom, I am trying to eat, can
    we talk about this later!?" She said "Fine," and we ate in silence for
    the rest of the meal. When we were done she gave me a few cookies and
    then she said it was time to go take a bath. I went and took a bath and
    was thinking to myself, "Why was I so stupid? What have I done? What
    will she do?" My mind was racing with thoughts so when I was done I
    threw out the old diaper, and wrapped a towel around me, when I walked
    out of the bathroom my mom said to follow her and I did a little
    nervously.

    We stopped in front of my baby brother’s room and she told me to go
    ahead in, and I asked "Why?" and she gave me that look that mothers
    give you usually just before they say your full name. So I thought I
    was in trouble and just walked in. She picked me up onto the diaper
    table and removed my towel. I immediately covered my privates and she
    said my full name and told me to move my hands off of there because it
    was nothing she’s never seen. I moved my hands slowly and she started
    to put a new diaper on me. I told her I didn’t need to wear diapers and
    she said that it wasn't up to me because she was the parent and I was
    the kid. Then I told her I didn't want to wear a diaper, and she told
    me that I shouldn't have worn one earlier then. So she had me in my
    little brother’s Pampers and picked me off the table and told me to
    tell her when I needed to go "potty". I walked away wanting to take it
    off, but knew if I did I'd be in deep crap. So I watched TV until I
    went to sleep. I awoke in the morning, and it was Saturday. My mom came
    in and carried me to my little brother’s room and put me in a new
    diaper, and then put my regular clothes back on me. She told me to go
    play with my friends and I said I did not want to go outside in a
    diaper. She said "You did yesterday, and you didn't seem to mind." I
    did not know how to reply to that and I just went out and rode my bike.
    My friend Max came over and asked why I was riding my bike in circles
    instead of in the park with everyone else, and I said I didn't know
    why. Max was my best friend and he just knew when something was wrong
    so I asked him if he could keep a secret, and he replied, "I've kept
    all your secrets, Like the girl you like at school, That you like to
    sing a certain nursery rhyme and all the other crap that most people
    don’t know or do." I was like, "okay... well I... I..." Max was like,
    "you what?" I told him "I am... I'm wearing a diaper!" Max gave me a
    funny face and he raised his right eye brow really high, which always
    made me giggle a little, And he said "That’s weird... new... kind of
    strange... But a secret is a secret, and I promise not to tell anyone."
    I said "Thanks, Max." So he asked me how come I was wearing one, and I
    told him, "I wore one yesterday because I was curious and some how my
    mom knew, and then later on she made me wear it, and then I slept in
    one, and I woke up and she made me wear another one... And now I don't
    know if I will ever get out of it!" He asked what it felt like, and I
    told him it was really comfortable, But I didn’t want to have to wear
    them, I only wanted to wear them when I wanted to... And then he was
    like "Don’t let it bother you, Corey. Let’s just go ride bikes and have
    some fun!" I said, "I guess so..." and we went to the park...

    To be continued.