Good In Diapers

Chapter 11

The front door lock clicked and the handle turned. Diana pushed open the door and was startled.

“What do you think you’re doing, embarrassing me and yourself like that, young man?” screamed Mrs Flatley. “Get out of my way, Diana! Come here, Timothy! If you want to be a baby, you will be treated like a baby! Now it’s bedtime for you, after your hiding!”

Diana stood firm. “Leave him alone!”

But Mrs Flatley only pushed her daughter aside as she took to Timothy’s backside with the wooden rod she had in her hand. Timothy couldn’t feel much, though. His diaper acted as a good shield. Diana tried to pull her brother away. “I said leave him alone!”

“Diana, don’t make me turn to you with this thing! You’re as much to blame in this!”

When Mrs Flatley had finished expounding energy on Timmy’s diaper, she sent him up to his room. “And Diana, give me those diapers and other things that he ‘won’. If he wants to be a baby, I will treat him like a baby, twenty-four hours a day!”

But Diana refused. “No, mom. First of all, we won them. And secondly, he’s my baby boy.”

“Well, Missy! I think you can just got to your room!”

Chapter 12

Hazel Flatley made a makeshift wooden cot for Timothy and put him in it, after loosely binding his hands and ankles. “There! Now you can’t go anywhere, so you have to wet your diaper! But there’s going to be no-one to change you!” And she stormed out of the bedroom.

Timmy woke up at one o’clock in the morning. He could feel that he needed to go real bad. He had a huge wee on. After all, his mom had sent him to sleep without allowing him to go to the toilet at all. “As far as you’re concerned, from now until the day that you leave this house, the toilet does not exist,” she had said. “If I find you in there, there will be trouble.” I must teach myself to wet while I’m sleeping, he thought. But then he heard his name whispered and thought that maybe he had woken up for a different reason. “Timmy,” whispered his sister again. “Shhh. It’s one o’clock in the morning. We’re getting out of here.” She quickly untied his hands and feet.

She picked him up, wrapping him in the blanket she had brought with her. “Listen,” she whispered. “There’s a cab waiting downstairs for us. We’re getting out of here. Just you, me, your diapers and stuff, and your school uniform for next week. Quiet.” She put her finger to her lips.

The cab rolled away with the two of them inside it, making Diana feel a little like a fugitive. But what could she do? This was her baby boy, and he needed to be protected at all costs. The excitement of the whole affair had caused Timmy to wet himself real good, which made him feel oh so comfortable. When his sister realised, she said to him “That’s a good baby boy, Timmy,” and stroked his fringe. “We’ll change you later.”

Timmy smiled, happy in his wet diaper. Well, he thought, if only mom could see this. Maybe I just don’t want the toilet to exist. This is absolute Heaven.

“Where are we going, Diana.”

“Safehouse.”

“What’s a…”

“Safehouse? It just means that no-one will be able to find us.”

Timmy was thoughtful. “But what about the school uniform. I will have to go to school, and then people will know. Besides, I’m now a cewe, cebebi…”

“Celebrity?” asked Diana. “That’s right, Timmy. If we can just look after you until school starts, you should be safe. And guess what? I’ve even managed to find a place with a TV.”

The door of a house in what seemed a run-down part of town creaked open seven hours later. It was dark and musty inside, but Diana resolved the first of those problems by putting on the light. With the light on, the place didn’t look too bad at all. Yes, it was small, but there were two beds with clean linen. Diana was inwardly very happy. “I know I can always rely on Chester,” she said.

Chester, or Chet, as she sometimes called him, was a very good friend who always went out of his way to make people feel comfortable.

The wet Timothy looked at his sister. “Is this Chester’s place?”

“Well, not exactly, no.”

Timothy didn’t push it further. After four hours on the road, three and a half of which he had spent

Wet, Timothy was tired. He was carried over to one of the beds by his sister and laid down. Then Diana put a pacifier in his mouth and started the process of changing his diaper. “You’re a fine wet one, Timothy. That’s a very good boy. More of that and you’ll make a proper baby. Maybe you’ll even be able to wet yourself while you are sleeping.” Timmy smiled. He liked that prospect.

When she had finished diapering him, Diana pulled a chocolate slab out of her trouser pocket. Timmy started getting excited, but Diana said, “Not before your food.”

She exposed one of her breasts and closed in on Timothy, who was very excited. “Drink. Be a good baby,” she said softly, as she pressed her breast softly against Timothy’s open mouth and then gave her nipple a squeeze. Timothy really enjoyed the warmth of the breast milk and the chocolate afterwards. “There’s a good boy,” she said, rubbing his chest. “Now you need some sleep.”

After Timothy had dropped off to sleep, Diana tried to get some herself. She lay down and started wondering what her mother would do. She would be awake by now and, finding her children missing wouldn’t be the greatest thing in the world. Diana realised that she had to find a public phone and reassure her mom that they were, in fact, safe. Just then, she heard the sound of a police siren in the distance and wondered if her mom had actually phoned the police.

Diana left the room and went to the corner of the road, where there were public phones. “Hi Mom. I just thought you should know that Timmy and I went on an outing for two days. We’ll be back tomorrow… No, I’m sorry we couldn’t. We had to leave early.”

Diana realised that now that she had made that promise, she would have to keep it. They couldn’t keep running, but at least now her mom would know that they are serious.

Timothy woke up five hours later, at half past seven in the evening. Diana was by his side. “We have to go somewhere for supper. Pull on this pair of pants.”

Timothy had been wearing nothing but a diaper for the last twenty-four hours, and the idea of wearing adult clothes on top of it was foreign to him, but he did it anyway.

The local diner was mainly a burger place and Timmy was a big fan of beef burgers with cheese and onion. After they had ordered and received their cokes, Diana gave Timothy two pills. “Drink this.”

Timothy looked at her questioningly. Diana smiled at him. “Laxative. You wanted to go toilet in your sleep. We’re going to make your dream come true.” Timothy enthusiastically took the pills and swallowed them down. Not long after, their burgers arrived. It was then that the television in the diner showed a premier advertisement for “Good In Diapers”.

“This coming Saturday, SABC1 will host the second semi-final of “Good In Diapers”. The five finalists will be the five top-scoring semi-finalists out of the two semi’s. Will Timothy Flatley, the show’s first big baby, be able to outlast the competition? SABC1 invites entrants for the next season of ‘Good In Diapers’, scheduled for a month’s time. The producers are specifically looking for other babies like Timmy, so if you’re a big baby and you want to be famous, phone now.” The screen was showing a picture of Timothy wearing his extra large diapers, and heads in the diner turned to the table where they were sitting. Diana tried to ignore the attention and directed Timmy to do the same. But a waiter came over to the table.

“Excuse me, but that was you, wasn’t it?” the waiter asked Timmy. Timothy merely nodded.

The waiter continued. “May I have your autograph, please? It’s not often you get an autograph of a baby.” Timmy took the pen and wrote his name on the paper provided.

Diana did not like the situation. “That,” she paused, “was close.”

Back at their room, Diana tucked Timmy in and kissed him goodnight.

Chapter 13

Timmy woke up ecstatic. He had a large bulk in between his legs and it was neither the bulk of the diaper or wet. He gave a shriek of delight, which woke his sister up.

“Timmy! What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I did it! I went toilet in my sleep.” By now, Timmy was dancing around the room and Diana had no choice but to get up.

She used two fingers to check the back of her brother’s diaper. “Ooh,” she said dreamily. “You have been a good boy,” she said, putting emphasis on the word have. She again stroked her brother’s fringe.

Diana checked their supplies and made them a small breakfast. “Breaky before diaper change,” she said, indicating that her brother should sit down. But Timothy had a bulk in his diaper. How could he sit down? “I said sit,” laughed Diana, as she pushed him lightly and he fell on his butt. Timothy winced as he felt the poo squish all over his backside.

After breakfast, Diana set about changing him, making all kinds of baby noises. Timothy was getting used to this routine. He loved the attention. He loved his sister changing him. He loved diapers. And he loved being a baby. He instinctively put his legs up in the air, waiting for his change. HIs sister put a bottle of warm milk into his mouth and he drank contently.

Chapter 14

“Mr Flatley,” began Pam. “We have had an enormous response from other, er, big babies. We might have to make the next season a lot bigger and a lot longer. You will not believe how many boys and girls aged ten and over want to be on the show. it would appear that they were either shy or just felt the show wasn’t initially catered towards them.”

“It wasn’t,” Michael pointed out.

“We could have a serious problem accommodating all of them if we are to include small babies as well,” continued Pam.”We may have to run the show for the whole year.”

“And that would be a bad thing, why? All the advertising that this show has attracted is enough to ensure its continuation. And the ratings are through the roof, especially since,” he paused, “my son started showing up on the show. In fact, viewer figures for last week were amazing. You know, my wife had a problem accepting it for a while. To tell you the truth, so did I. Still, it’s his life, and his sister doesn’t seem to mind looking after him. In fact, it was she who helped him get on the show.”

Cyril and Stephen came into the office and indicated with their fingers that they wanted Michael to come and look at something.

“We were thinking,” started Cyril, “of doing the final differently somehow. Yes, I know it’s still an episode away, but if we can make it a more glamorous show somehow, maybe it’ll attract sponsorship.”

Michael looked at him quizzically. “Have you come up with anything?”

“Well, I’ve secured a guaranteed getaway for each contestant in the final. Bootcamp Enterprises is also willing to offer every show winner aged ten and over a weekend away free.”

“That’s great.” Michael paused. “What is Bootcamp Enterprises?”

Stephen took up the running. “Bootcamp Enterprises comes up with enterprising camp ideas for teenagers. In the past, they’ve done Safari weekends, Desert Storm weekends and Diving weekends. They’ve now got a concept for a Diaper Boy Meets Diaper Girl weekend.”

Chapter 15

The second semi-final of “Good In Diapers” was to follow a slightly different format to the preliminary rounds. As Timmy and his sister waited backstage, Timmy’s butt beautifully covered in a diaper, Wilma was on stage, going through the format of the show with the viewers.

“Each of our five finalists are going to receive a weekend away hosted by Bootcamp Enterprises, in whom we have found a wonderful new sponsor. Bootcamp Enterprises is formulating a Diaper Weekend camp, which will be catered towards preteens and teenagers. We thank them for coming on board. Of course, with one semi-final already gone, each of the babies in the first semi-final still have a chance of winning this weekend. However, all of our five babies on the show today will also be standing in line and wanting to win. So let’s remind you of what they are up against. The end scores of the first semi-final were: Christina Riley – 22 points, Rebecca De Vos, Donna West and Henry Thurwell – tied with 21 points and Eugene Klopper with 19 points. With three currently tied in third, there is the event of there needing to be a knockout round. We will tell you how that works, later.”

The stage was decked in balloons and other baby toys and there was music and nursery rhymes playing. Wilma continued. “Let’s meet today’s contestants. First, the most popular by far this season, Timmy Flatley. Come out as we call your names. David Barker. Mary Eastwick. Avril Katz. And finally, Bridget Black. Could their accompanying parents please come here?”

The interviews conducted were over how the parents felt about their babies making the semi-final, as well as what they thought their chances were of winning their way through to the final.

“No, Timmy. You can’t go and answer the questions. You’re the baby, remember?” said Diana, as she held her brother back.

“Well,” she started when asked. “It was Timmy who initially wanted to come on to the show, and it thrills both of us to see how far we have come. In terms of the final, we are pretty confident. We don’t know if we’ll be able to win again today, but we’re certainly going to give it our best.”

Wilma turned to Timmy. “Come here, Timmy. I’d like to have a word with you, as the only baby contestant that will be able to answer questions. What made you want to be a baby again?”

Timothy didn’t know if he was at liberty to tell them that it was in rebellion to his parents fighting and that he was just trying to get some attention. My word, had he found attention!

“I just like wearing diapers.”

Wilma took it up. “Well, there you have it! Timmy just likes wearing diapers! If you are a big baby or little baby and want to be in the next season’s competition, please get in touch now. But right now, we have a semi-final to handle. You know by now how the first round works. All the babies get put into this playpen together and it’s a round of interaction.”

At the end of the five minutes it was time for the judges to score the contestants.

Wilma introduced the judges once more and then the scores were handed out.

“In the lead after round one are Avril Katz and Bridget Black, both with 6 points. The judges seem to be scoring very conservatively today. Mary Eastwick scored 5 points on this round. David Barker and Timmy Flatley both score 4 points. So it looks like our most favourite celebrity baby is once again bringing up the rear.”

Just then, the judges and everyone else on the show found out that others had learnt from Timmy’s last appearance. Mary and Avril both soiled themselves.

“And now for the round in which Timmy obviously has a great advantage. You will remember how Timmy won the baby race by a long way last time. Assistants, please put your baby on the right of the stage, and then go and stand on the left hand side of the stage behind the yellow lines. On my mark, call your babies to you. Points are awarded, I remind you, in descending denominations of 2 for each successive place. That means ten points for first and two points for last. Are you ready? And go!”

She blew the whistle. Timmy took two seconds again, flinging himself into his sister’s waiting arms and smiling.

Wilma excitedly commented. “And once again, and perhaps a little expectedly, Timmy gets ten points! Is there anyone out there; any baby, who can take Timmy on? If you want to enter your baby in our show, don’t hesitate to call 555-8790. Anyway, we are busy with a baby race here. I hope you can hear my commentary over the calls of moms in the studio here. And it looks like David Barker is in the running for second place, with the leader after round one of the show in third place. That’s right. Mary seems to be coming in third place, but, no, wait; she has fallen over and now it looks like Avril is catching up. Bridget is however, in last place.”

Avril overtook Mary and held third. Bridget also overtook and also held on, which meant that, whereas Mary could have jumped up to eleven points, she only moved to seven.

“And the scoring after the baby race,” continued Wilma, “are: we just wait for the scores to go up on the scoreboard at the back of the stage. Timmy Flatley with fourteen points. David Barker, who was tied with Timmy at the end of the last round moves up to twelve points. Avril Katz has come third in two consecutive rounds, which means that she now moves to twelve points in a tie for second. Bridget Black has now got ten points, and as there are only two points available for last, Mary Eastwick is now on seven points. So Timmy has shown his strength in a round in which he inevitably catches up on the competition. Next is the beauty pageant. We’ll be back after the advertisement break.”

Timmy knew he was in the lead, a luxury that none of the other babies could have had. But he was determined to do well in the next round as well. The problem was that it was the round, which relied on the judges’ scores.

Wilma continued. “The judges will be paired to the babies now at random by our computer. And the computer has assigned Mildred to judge Timmy, Megan to judge Mary, Meredith to judge Avril, Natalie to judge David and Emily to judge Bridget.”

Timmy was not happy. He knew he was at a disadvantage. Mildred had a history of giving low scores. He has to think quickly. Thus he wet himself, threw his hands around his sister and closed his eyes, while searching for a breast. He could only hope that Mildred would be impressed and not think that he was deliberately trying to do too much.

Wilma spoke after the show came back from advertisements. “And we are back. The babies are now in the judges’ hands, so to speak, as the judges give them a score out of ten on how babyish they look in their diapers. And let me now tell you about the babies’ attire. The cameras will focus on each baby as their names are individually mentioned, so that you can see exactly what the judges will be judging. We have Avril Katz wearing a soiled Pampers. Bridget has also soiled herself earlier in the show and is in Huggies today. Mary and David are both comfortably wrapped in Cuddles today, and Timmy is, once again in his extra large Baby Dreams. And he is wet, ladies and gentlemen. Judges, please allocate your scores now.”

Even though Timmy had wet himself, he only received five points from Mildred. Avril, Bridget and David scored six points each. And Mary scored seven. Wilma went through the total scores.

“The leader after the last round, Timmy, has now moved to nineteen points. Mary has received eight points and shoots up to fifteen points. Avril gets six points, moving her to eighteen points. And six points for Bridget puts her on sixteen. And David gets nine!” Wilma exclaimed as she spoke. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is the highest score in a long time in this category, but still. David moves from twelve points all the way up to twenty-one! And we have a new leader! David leads Timmy Flatley in the semi-final by two points at the moment. And now it is time for you to phone in and vote. First twenty votes received will count, and anything can happen between now and the end of the show.”

The votes received were in the following denominations: Timmy got four votes, David got six votes, Mary got three votes, Bridget got three votes and Avril got the remaining four votes. Well, well. The way the scoring works in the case of a tie is this: first place gets ten points. If there is a tie between first and second, the points get added together and divided, which means that in that case each baby would get nine. Now, ladies and gentlemen, the scoring today shows a tie for second and third, and a tie for fourth and fifth. This means that David Barker gets his full ten points. Timmy Flatley and Avril Katz share fourteen points, giving both of them seven, and Bridget Black and Mary Eastwick share six, meaning they both get three votes. And let’s have a look how that effects the scoring.”

The scoreboard flashed up the total scores and the studio audience made a big noise. There were some cheers and some boos and just a lot of whispering as people turned to each other and discussed the points.

# Timothy Flatley | 26
# David Barker | 31
# Avril Katz | 25
# Mary Eastwick | 18
# Bridget Black | 19

“So that means that Timmy has finished second today. But you will remember we told you last time that only the top five scores from the two semi-finals combined will go through to the final. So all the contestants from the first semi-final have had to wait with bated breath. Let us have a look at the scores from the first semi-final now. They will appear on the screen now.”

# Christina Riley | 22
# Rebecca Vos | 21
# Donna West | 21
# Henry Thurwell | 21
Eugene Klopper | 19

“Now let’s look at those scores together.”

David Barker | 31
Timothy Flatley | 26
Avril Katz | 25
Christina Riley | 22
Rebecca Vos | 21
Donna West | 21
Henry Thurwell | 21
Eugene Klopper | 19
Bridget Black | 19
Mary Eastwick | 18

Wilma was excited. “So we have a three-way tie for fifth place. Now, in the case of a tie; and we do have a three-way tie, the babies will come back now and participate in a tie-breaker. We have those babies backstage. So please come out for participation in the tie-breaker. Ladies and gentlemen, we remind you of how the tie-breaker works. It’s a diaper-change race which will be judged in three categories. The race will be worth two points. Co-operation on the part of the baby counts three, and participation in which both will be judged is worth five. Now, Rebecca and Donna are both wearing Huggies and Henry is wearing Cuddles. The babies will be changed into a impartial diaper. And that diaper make today is Baby Dream. So, contestants, get ready for the diaper change. Your diapers have been provided.” The whistle blew, and the babies started having their diapers changed on live television.

Henry finished first, assuring himself of two points, and indeed, of the remaining place in the final after the scores had been tallied.

“So we have a mega-final lined up for next week! David! Timothy! Avril! Chrstina! And Henry! And remember, if you think your baby looks good in diapers, phone the number on your screen and enter him or her in the show. we’ll contact you and let you know when to be here. And then you too, could have your baby become a finalist in the next season of “Good In Diapers”, which starts in four weeks time. So get dialling!”

Chapter 16

“What time did you tell Warren to be home?” asked Mrs Wall.

“Ten thirty,” said her husband, looking at his watch, which read ten to eleven.

“This is a school night,” said Mrs Wall. “I think we’ll have to talk to him when he gets back.”

“Yes, definitely.”

At half past eleven, the latch in the front door turned. Martha and Samuel Wall were lying in bed with the light off, but not talking, not even to each other. Their tensions were running high.

They listened as their son walked up the stairs to the first floor, and lay very still while they listened to him start running the bath. They waited until he had closed the bathroom door and gone inside before switching their small bedside lights on.

“All right,” whispered Martha. “We’ll do this just as discussed. We’ll wait for him outside the bathroom door.”

Twenty minutes later, Warren opened the bathroom door and came out, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. He was met by his very angry and determined mother, who had taken all of her night-clothes off and was standing there naked. “What time do you call this? What time did we tell you to be home? It’s now almost midnight! You are in big trouble, young man!”

With that, fifteen year old Warren suffered the embarrassment of having his mom pull the towel off him, leaving him standing bewildered for a few seconds, before he realised what was going on. He really was in trouble, and he was suddenly scared of his mom, who started slapping his backside with her bare hand. As much as he tried to writhe away, she followed him, slapping him all the more. Warren started to scream and cry, but stopped screaming when he realised it was only going to make the situation worse. Very soon, his butt started to feel hot and was indeed going red with the shape of his mom’s hand imprinted on it. The slapping went on and on as Warren ran for his life, his mom following him all the time. After a while, she had him cornered and suddenly became docile, which took Warren, as it were, by surprise.

Then he felt his dad putting a diaper on him from behind. “No!” he screamed, but it was no good. The diaper was sitting tight. His dad gave him a stern warning. “And if you even try to take it off… Heaven help you.”

Warren looked at his dad with a degree of respect for the first time, and as he was concentrating on that, he felt his mom sit down next to him. She pushed her breast to his mouth. “Drink!”

Warren was confused. “I’m not going to…”

“Drink!” she shouted at him, making eye contact so that it scared him.

“Suck my…”

Warren’s dad gave him three swift and hard smacks on the back of his diaper. “You don’t talk to your mother like that. Now do as she says.”

Martha grabbed her son’s jaw and he squealed because it hurt. “If you don’t know how, I will be happy to show you!” And she pushed his mouth onto her breast. “Now drink!”

Still Warren resisted. Warren was a strong-willed, independent boy who had no intention of being treated like a baby. If only he had had any idea of what was in store for him, he may have never had come home.

Warren kicked and tried to push his way away from his mom. If only he could make it the few meters to the open door, maybe he could get away. Of course, then he would still have to make it past his father, and he didn’t know if he had the strength. He didn’t care about the diaper on his butt which everyone who happened to be walking in the street would see. He would just have to get away as fast and as far as he could.

But his mom managed to hold him down, and better than that, she thought, she actually managed to level him into the corner. Now her son was, indeed, helpless and weakened. Martha Wall thrust her weight onto him, sitting on his legs so that he would stop struggling. “You are one very bad baby!” she said statically.

“I am not a baby!” shouted a very exhausted Warren.

“And he doesn’t even know what’s best for him,” said Warren’s father. “That means that we do have to make decisions for you. What time did we tell you to be home? You know you are going to get punished if you are late, especially without phoning. Now,” he paused, “oh, boy, are you going to experience what it feels like to be, how could we put it, told what to do. Maybe then we’ll be able to get you to grow up!”

Martha thrust her breast against her son’s mouth again. “Drink!” she said, taking hold of her weakened son’s jaw and holding it in place against her. Then she squeezed her nipple a little, so that milk came out. Warren frowned and pulled away. He now had something else to worry about.

He had not taken a wee before his bath, which had been very warm. He was now struggling against both his mum, although he was very much weakened on that account, which allowed him more time to concentrate on contracting the muscles, which controlled the release of urine. But unfortunately for Warren, his mom seemed to know what he was thinking. And she started to push gently on the area just above his bladder with her free hand. “Let’s see if you have anything there for mummy. Do you want to give mummy a present?”

Warren was exhausted and finally gave in. As his diaper filled with urine, he grabbed hold of his mother’s breast and pushed as he sucked harder and harder against his mom’s breast.

Martha relaxed. “There’s a good boy. That’s better,” she said reassuringly as she held the back of his head in place.

She held his head until he went to sleep on her breast, and eventually she fell asleep as well.

Chapter 17

Richard Hooper was fourteen when his brother, Kevin, aged eleven, saw the diapers in his cupboard. Kevin turned to face his brother. “What are there diapers in your cupboard for?”

“It’s actually a secret. You weren’t meant to see those.”

“Well, I think I’ll just tell mom and dad.”

Richard got flustered. “No! You can’t do that!”

“Watch me,” said Kevin adamantly as he turned to walk towards the bedroom hallway.

“Wait! What do you want? I’ll give you anything. Just don’t tell.”

Kevin turned and smiled. Hmm. He was being offered the chance to blackmail his brother. “Okay, are you ready? I want to be able to borrow your bike whenever I want.”

“Done! Anything else?”

Kevin nodded. “Yeah. That cricket Playstation game of yours.”

That was a hard bargain, but Richard was helpless. “All right.”

“And one more thing.”

“Name it.”

Kevin pointed to the cellular telephone in his brother’s room.

“What? You want my telephone? But you already have one!”

“No,” said Kevin dismissively. “Pick it up.”

Richard picked up the phone.

“Dial. 555-8790. I want you to enter that TV show. I think you might just look good in diapers.”

Chapter 18

Please note that this part contains material that would otherwise be deemed wholly unfit for the theme of this web site. For the sake of the continuity and the structure of this story, I have allowed for this exception strictly out of courtesy towards its author. Since this is an exception being made under such special circumstances, please understand that it does not in any way imply that Deeker’s Diaper Page is rescinding or relaxing its long-standing policy against allowing stories with girls wearing diapers to be posted.

Amanda Short was fifteen years old and had been in diapers twenty-four hours a day since her thirteenth birthday. She was absolutely taken with the TV show “Good In Diapers” and was a huge fan of Timothy Flatley. Unfortunately, however, living on the other side of the country in East London, did not make it easy for her to express how much of a Timmy-fan she was. She had even written in to newspapers asking for a fan-club address, but it had never been provided.

She was thrilled with the idea that had been given to her on the show. The idea that she could be an entrant in the next series of the show was an absolute dream come true.

Amanda had been offered the chance to get back into diapers by her parents, who came to her on her thirteenth birthday with a large present, in addition to the others she had already received. As she unwrapped the large present, a large pack of thirty extra large Huggies diapers started to reveal itself. Her mother had said to her that she didn’t have to accept the present, that they were just giving her the option of wearing diapers again.

“Are you kidding?” Amanda had one-third shouted, one-third spoken and one-third screamed with excitement. “Put it on me now!”

That was just over two years ago now, and Amanda was as happy as ever as she negotiated the position in which she sat watching TV, the huge bulk of poo in between her legs. She was still in extra-large Huggies and loving every second of it. The pain of the diaper-rash that she had to cope with on occasion was offset by the wonderful cool cream that her dad would rub on her every night. Amanda’s parents were out of the house and she was watching cartoons. She looked cautiously at the clock on the wall, watching the minute hand edge ever closer to four o’clock.

Her mother would be back from work within half an hour and would then be able to change her. Although Amanda was obviously old enough from a capability point of view to change her own diaper, she was really moved by the close emotional exchange with her parents that she experienced when they changed her.

An only child, Amanda had drawn her own boundaries as a baby and was very strict on herself to follow them very closely. She didn’t allow herself to go outside of the house unless she had an adult with her. She didn’t allow herself to watch anything on TV except children’s programmes. She didn’t allow herself to use the telephone, because babies weren’t meant to have the fine-motor control required to dial numbers. She took a laxative every night before going to bed.

Seeing as their daughter was their only child, Trevor and Camilla Short spoiled her a lot, and, because they didn’t have any other child to give love to, they were free to give Amanda whatever she wanted. And seeing as she wanted so much to stay in diapers, they just kept on buying her baby paraphernalia.

But Amanda was about to break her own rules. For once in her life, she was going to allow herself to make major decisions. She picked up the phone.

“Hello? My name is Amanda Short and I am fifteen years old. I would like to be on your TV show.”

“Amanda, do you wear diapers?”

“I have worn diapers every minute of the last two years. So, do I qualify for your show?”

“Do you know where our studios are? Are you available next weekend?”

“I’ll be there. Somehow.”

Chapter 19

Christopher Sitter was sitting in a wet diaper watching “Good In Diapers” when the call had been made for contestants. He had been considering entering ever since. His best friend, Lance Dipper, had introduced him to diapers just two weeks before while they were playing computer games together at Lance’s house. That was the good thing about diapers. If you were busy playing computer games and you needed to go you could just do it right there, without interrupting your attempt to get a new highest score.

They had been playing “Pac-Man” in two-player mode in the room next door, when the invitation came over the television. Lance had taken the initiative in pausing the game.

Christopher had been horrified. “What are you doing? I was enjoying that!”

“There’s something I want to check on TV.”

Lance and Christopher walked into the television room to hear the words: “And remember, if you think your baby looks good in diapers, phone the number on your screen and enter him or her in the show. We’ll contact you and let you know when to be here. And then you too, could have your baby become a finalist in the next season of “Good In Diapers”, which starts in four weeks time. So get dialling!”

“You wanted to watch this?” queried Christopher.

“Just wait a minute,” said Lance as he finished scribbling down the number at the bottom of the television screen. Lance’s parents turned to see what he was doing. They saw him with the piece of paper and then turned back to the television.

“I’m going to enter this show,” said Lance as he and Christopher again sat down at the computer.

“What?”

“Oh, bugger this game. We can play later. Come to my room. I want to show you something.”

Lance had pulled down his pants in the bedroom. Christopher almost freaked out when his best friend started to do that, but relaxed as much as he could. Five seconds later, Christopher was staring at Lance, feeling an awkward acceptance. Lance was standing there, covered in the most beautiful shiny white diaper Christopher had ever seen. Christopher managed to break the silence what seemed like an eternity later. “You wear diapers?”

“Hmm, mmm. Love them to death. Some people have suggested to me that maybe I’m just scared to try what they call ‘big-boy pants’, but I have no interest. I have been in diapers my whole life. My parents never took me out of them, and I’m cool with that.”

“Don’t people look at you funny?”

“Firstly, why would they know? How would they know? You didn’t know until I showed you, and that was only because you’re my best friend.”

“Good point.” Christopher was thoughtful a minute as Lance stood there looking at him, pondering what his best friend thought of him now. “Lance?”

“What?”

“Can I try one?”

“Sure,” exuberated Lance, walking over to his cupboard and taking out a diaper. He held it out to Christopher, but Christopher was motionless.

“I wouldn’t know what to do with it.”

“Do you want me to put it on you?” asked Lance.

So Christopher had been in diapers twenty-four hours a day for two weeks now, but the days events had not ended there.

Lance had picked up the telephone and dialled 555-8790. “Hello? My name is Lance. Me and my friend want to enter your TV show.”

“No, wait, Lance!”

But it was pointless protesting. This was going to be a joint entry, a best friend effort.

# Chapter 20

The final of “Good In Diapers” was a huge affair. When the Saturday morning came all the finalists were ecstatic and very excited. Or should I say all the contestants’ parents? Of course, Timothy Flatley was over the moon that he had been accepted so readily as a baby, and it was he alone among the babies who had any comprehension of the magnitude of the show. “Diana? Thank you for loving me enough to go all the way through this show with me.”

Wilma walked onto the stage. “Good morning, South Africa! Well, we have reached the final of this season of “Good In Diapers”, but don’t worry. The show will be back live on your TV screens in just three short weeks, as we will once again allow you a look into the lives of babies all across the country. And have we got a great second season coming up. But right now we have a final to deal with. Let me remind you how we got here.”

# Timothy Flatley | 26
# David Barker | 31
# Avril Katz | 25
# Mary Eastwick | 18
# Bridget Black | 19

# Christina Riley | 22
# Rebecca Vos | 21
# Donna West | 21
# Henry Thurwell | 21
Eugene Klopper | 19

David Barker | 31
Timothy Flatley | 26
Avril Katz | 25
Christina Riley | 22
Rebecca Vos | 21
Donna West | 21
Henry Thurwell | 21
Eugene Klopper | 19
Bridget Black | 19
Mary Eastwick | 18

“On the screen you can see the scores that the semi-finalists scored in their respective semi-finals. And now you can see all those scores together, because, although we had two semi-finals with five contestants each, we could still only have a final consisting of five contestants. This meant that those in the second semi-final would be at a distinct advantage, knowing how many points they would have to score to get into the final. Now let’s go back and see how the show developed. Proving what a wonderful effect a first impression can make is Avril, who was on our very first show. And she is right here, ladies and gentlemen, backstage, waiting for the final to commence. The shows went on and on with regularity until Timmy showed up.”

The studio audience went absolutely wild screaming when Timmy’s picture was shown on the screen.

Wilma continued.

“We then got to a situation where we had ten semi-finalists, with Timmy having won the hearts of the nation. The semi-finals were conducted in exactly the same way as the other shows, but only five could advance to the final. So the scores from the first semi-final were tallied and left you tantalisingly glued to your screen for the second semi-final. Let’s look at those first semi-final scores again.”

# Christina Riley | 22
# Rebecca Vos | 21
# Donna West | 21
# Henry Thurwell | 21
Eugene Klopper | 19

“As you can see in comparison to the scores achieved in the other semi-final, these scores were pretty moderate. Still, it was Christina that was in the lead and that would benefit first in the case of scores in the other semi-final not being good enough. Then we had the second semi-final…”

the scores from the second semi-final flashed up on the screen again.

# Timothy Flatley | 26
# David Barker | 31
# Avril Katz | 25
# Mary Eastwick | 18
# Bridget Black | 19

“And we found Timmy only finishing second in that semi-final. Thankfully for Timmy, however, the scores from the second semi-final were, on the whole, much higher than those achieved in the first semi-final. And we found a baby that can take Timmy on! David Barker came out of absolutely nowhere to beat Timmy in the semi-final by a whopping five points!. That’s an average of more than one point per round! So the scores were put together and only the top five would make it through. And we had the following situation. Let’s look at those scores together.”

David Barker | 31
Timothy Flatley | 26
Avril Katz | 25
Christina Riley | 22
Rebecca Vos | 21
Donna West | 21
Henry Thurwell | 21
Eugene Klopper | 19
Bridget Black | 19
Mary Eastwick | 18

“We had three babies tied for fifth place. So Rebecca Vos, Donna West and Henry Thurwell had to participate in a tiebreaker right here on stage at the end of the second semi-final. Let’s have a look at how that tie-breaker unfolded.” Wilma turned to the screen.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we remind you of how the tie-breaker works. It’s a diaper-change race, which will be judged in three categories. The race will be worth two points. Co-operation on the part of the baby counts three, and participation in which both will be judged is worth five. Now, Rebecca and Donna are both wearing Huggies and Henry is wearing Cuddles. The babies will be changed into a impartial diaper. And that diaper make today is Baby Dream. So, contestants, get ready for the diaper change. Your diapers have been provided.” The whole of South Africa watched a reminder rerun of the tiebreaker. “And that is how Henry Thurwell made it through to the final this morning. Now let’s meet the finalists. They will come out in descending order of their semi-final scores.”

Each baby had his or her name called out and came out onto the stage, starting with David and finishing with Henry. The three boys and two girls looked right and ready to take each other on in the final, and Timmy was beaming.

Wilma continued. “Now, ladies and gentlemen. It is still a great achievement to have reached the semi-finals of this show, so Bootcamp Enterprises kindly offered each semi-finalist plus their care-giver, to a special weekend away. The babies’ care-givers will be treated to absolute luxury, while their babies get the best prize-winning treatment possible.” Timmy and Diana looked at each other and smiled.

Wilma turned to the judges. “And now, the people who are ultimately responsible for deciding whether your baby will be walking away with the prizes today. Ladies and gentlemen. South Africa. These are your judges. Let me introduce you to them once again. Mildred. Megan. Meredith. Natalie. And finally Emily.” Each judge stood up or gave a wave of their hand when her name was mentioned. “Now, the names of the finalists have been entered into box A. Box B contains the names of the judges.” Wilma pointed to the two boxes which lay on a separate table. Wilma’s assistant came onto the stage to help her with the draw. Wilma made the announcements of which baby had been paired with which judge.

“South Africa – baby number one for this final will be…” She took one of the pieces of paper out of the one box. “Avril! Ladies and gentlemen, Avril was on our very first show. And Avril will be judged by…” Wilma’s stage assistant took out the name of a judge. “Natalie!”

The judge allocation went on till each baby had received a judge. While Avril had been paired with Natalie, Timmy, who was drawn second, had been allocated to Emily. Henry was to be judged by Mildred, and Meredith was assigned to Christina, which meant that David would be judged by Megan.

“Right. Let’s get into the show. The first round lasts five minutes. We remind you that babies are put into this playpen and will be judged on interaction. The score is out of ten”

After the first round, the scores went up. “Henry is on five points. Christina managed a six. But so did Timmy and Avril. David maintains his winning form he demonstrated in the semi-final, outscoring everyone. He is on eight. Ladies and gentlemen, this is the highest score ever given in the first round and obviously leaves him with a definite advantage. We will be back after the advertisement break.”

# Chapter 21