    THE BRADY BUNCHES OF DIAPERS

    EPISODE ONE-- "The Wedding"

    	Mike and Carol's wedding day had finally come. It was
    not your typical marriage. Carol had three girls who looked
    just like her pretty much. Cindy and Jan were both little
    blonde cuties and the oldest, Marcia, was a brunette. They
    had been without males in their life, so it was going to be
    quite a shock welcoming four into the family as Mike had
    three sons as well. They all resembled their dad with dark
    hair. The kids ages were very similar across the board.
    Greg, the oldest boy, was 12,while Marcia was 11. Both
    Peter and Jan were 9 and Bobby was 7 and Cindy was 6. With
    a family now consisting of six children they would be
    affectionately called the Brady Bunch, which was a play on
    their last name.
    	Mike made a very good living for the family and had
    hired a housekeeper named Alice to take care of the boys
    after his wife died. Since three girls would be all that
    Carol could manage anyway, he decided that it would be a
    good idea if she continued working for them. She was a very
    loving and patient woman and all the kids loved her. She
    was in her mid 40's and the boys loved her because she was
    more than willing to play boy games with them even if her
    body was not as accommodating as her mind.
    	Alice was also a rare housekeeper/babysitter that
    didn't mind changing diapers. Although others might not
    mind changing kids' diapers that were up to three or four
    years old, this was a unique situation other than the
    situation already described. Peter and Bobby were full time
    diaper wearers. This was almost unheard of, having a 9 and
    7 year old in diapers full time. For bedwetting maybe, but
    not 24/7. Peter and Bobby were not always like this. They
    were well on their way to being your typical boys who wore
    underwear until their mom died. Bobby had just turned 4 and
    had only been out of diapers three months when it happened.
    Peter, who was the most sensitive little boy of the three
    seemed to take it the worst. He had just started first
    grade and it first started with him wetting the bed from
    terrible nightmares. While Peter was still somewhat of a
    bedwetter anyway, he got to where he woke up wet every
    morning. So much effort was put into helping Peter deal
    with the loss, Bobby's potty training was short-lived as
    accidents became rather frequent with him as well. For
    Bobby he was not only just peeing but had returned to
    pooping in his underwear where he did have that down. Under
    the circumstances Mike and Alice decided it would just be
    easier to let Bobby return to diapers and then try again
    when they could put a better effort into the situation.
    	Something had to be done for poor little Peter. He
    just couldn't get uninterrupted sleep during the night due
    to waking up in a cold wet pajamas and sheets. Peter began
    wetting his pants at school due to this and Mike was being
    called away from his very busy work to take clean
    underpants and clothes so he could be changed on such
    occurrences. Mike's boss was getting impatient with him
    because he was their top architect and multi-million dollar
    contracts were hanging in the balance. Alice couldn't drive
    a car to take care of that and he couldn't just get anyone
    to take care of Peter's wet beds and now Bobby's return to
    cloth diapers and plastic panties. Peter's teacher really
    sympathized with Peter's problem. She knew that the little
    kid just couldn't get over the loss of his mom and it was
    either accidental or regression.
    	The kids took no pity on poor Peter. To them it was
    funny and something to be laughed at when a puddle formed.
    Everyone would point and laugh, and although the teacher
    was kind and scolded the others for demonstrating this in
    her presence she couldn't be with him all the time at lunch
    and at the playground. Peter now had a great fear of having
    these accidental wettings and his school work was suffering
    because so much of his concentration had become pre-
    occupied on the task of staying dry. The next time Peter
    wet his pants at school he just broke down crying as all
    the kids laughed. Once again Peter was taken to the school
    nurse as they phoned his dad at work. When the teacher
    explained that he needed to bring more clothes, Mike in an
    aggravated tone snapped: "NOT AGAIN! What's wrong with him?
    Do you think he is doing this on purpose?"
    	Mrs. Blum was now upset. She had hoped it would work
    it's way out for Peter, but someone had to say something in
    poor Peter's behalf. When Mike got to the school they
    changed Peter and instead of sending him back to class to
    face even more ridicule, she told Peter to stay there while
    she talked to his dad alone. Poor Peter began to cry. He
    just knew he was in trouble. More than likely he would get
    a paddling not to mention what awaited him at home.
    	Mrs. Blum explained that something had to be done. She
    showed Mike what his grades really looked like and that she
    had been making them look better than they were because she
    understood the situation and knew he was otherwise a very
    bright caring boy. She told him all the kids were now
    laughing at him because of this and calling him names. As a
    temporary solution she suggested diapers and a child
    psychologist. Mike explained to her that six year old boys
    don't wear diapers and that would make it worse on him. She
    assured Mike that the school nurse could take care of him
    as long as he supplied the very necessary diapers and that
    most kids wouldn't notice. Then they went to get Peter and
    talk with him.
    	Peter just knew he was in trouble. It was only a
    matter of time 'til he would be paddled, he thought.
    Instead, the teacher hugged him and said she talked with
    his dad and they thought that it would be a good idea if he
    started wearing diapers to school and that he would get to
    go to a doctor that helps boys quit wetting.
    	"Is that OK Peter?" asked his dad.
    	Peter looked up and smiled and said, "Sure, I thought
    I was in real big trouble."
    	Mrs. Blum hugged peter and told him it was alright and
    Mike put his hand on Peter's black hair and ruffled it up.
    Then they left school and went shopping. Mike expected
    Peter to raise a fuss about diapers and was real glad he
    took it as well as he did. They went to a department store
    to find what they needed. Peter asked his dad if the sales
    woman would think they were for him because he was
    embarrassed. Mike said that, "most likely they would think
    they are for your little brother, and even if they did many
    six year old boys wear diapers at night for bedwetting."
    	Peter smiled and said, "You think I can wear them at
    night too?" His Dad replied, Sure son, that is a good idea,
    boy you are smart and I know Alice won't mind."
    	Peter's eyes really sparkled. Mike hadn't seen his son
    this happy since before the tragedy. Anything that made a
    boy this happy couldn't be a bad thing. They picked up 24
    cloth diapers and the largest size of plastic panties they
    had. Peter opened them up in the station wagon and was
    surprised to see that they looked like they were too big if
    anything.
    	Mike said, "See son, they make them for boys your
    size, so you're not the only one. I bet half your friends
    wear them at night."
    	Peter could hardly wait to get home and be diapered.
    When they got home Alice was there with Bobby and he was
    following her around in his diapers.
    	"Your home early, Mr. Brady. Is Peter alright?" she
    asked.
    	"He's just fine Alice. I'll explain in a few minutes,"
    he responded. With that they went up to the boys room and
    Mike helped Peter out of his pants and underwear. Then he
    folded 3 cloth baby diapers together up under the little
    six year old and pulled them snugly between his legs and
    pinned each side with the yellow ducky pins he picked out.
    Then he had Peter stand up as he inserted the bunched up
    panties over his feet and pulled them up over his son's
    diaper, tucking everything in place. Peter kept looking at
    himself in the mirror and Mike kneeled down and kissed
    Peter and told him how cute he looked. Peter smiled and
    threw his little arms around his dad's neck and said,
    "Thank you, daddy."
    	Then Mike said, Let's go show you off to Bobby and
    Alice after we get your shoes back on." Peter was an
    absolute doll in his diapers. They looked so cute against
    his light blue dress shirt with bold black horizontal
    stripes with red trim. His plastic panties really bulged
    out in behind as his shirt only came to the top. Then he
    presented Peter and told Alice that Peter had decided to
    help her out on laundry by going back to diapers.
    	Alice said, "Peter, you are the cutest sight I have
    ever seen, just look at you." Bobby ran up to Peter and
    pulled at Peter's plastic panties to see if they were
    really like his.
    	"You get to wear diapers like me," he exclaimed.
    	"That's right Bobby, now your not the only baby boy in
    town," his dad assured him. Bobby hugged his big brother
    and their plastic panties touched. After they broke
    embraces Bobby announced that he had just gone pee pee.
    Alice said she would take care of it but, Mr. Brady told
    her he wanted to take care of it and laid Bobby on the
    kitchen floor and removed his waterproof panties and
    unpinned his soggy diapers.
    	"You're awful wet for someone who just went pee pee
    Bobby. Have you been walking around in wet dipees all
    morning, tiger?"
    	"Yes daddy," as he grinned. Mr. Brady realized that he
    now had two happy little diaper boys on his hand, but at
    least they were happy and that was all that mattered.

    EPISODE TWO-- "The Honeymoon"

    	It was now time for the wedding to take place. Carol
    and Mike hadn't been dating very long and this was a
    surprise to all six kids involved, considering they had
    only found out days in advance. Everyone was very nervous.
    Peter and Bobby were very nervous about having three
    sisters added to the family. They just knew that they would
    probably tease them unmercifully if they found out about
    their diapers. Keeping their diapers from them would be
    virtually impossible. Greg assured them that everything
    would be alright and that they needed to quit acting like
    babies.
    	"You don't see me going around and acting like a baby
    about this, do you?" he asked.
    	Then as he looked at his younger brothers getting
    dressed for the wedding he could not help but chuckle as to
    what he had just said. The thick white diapers encapsulated
    each of their butts totally as they extended high onto
    their backs.
    	"You guys think you got enough diapers on?" Greg
    stated with a bit of sarcasm.
    	"Dad told Alice to put on at least four since it was
    going to be a long day and bathrooms might be scarce and he
    didn't want the guests to be distracted by us.
    	"So don't you guys need your waterproof pants also?"
    he stated. Right on cue Alice entered with brand new ones
    still in the pack. They were a size larger than the ones
    they normally wore to accompany the thickness surrounding
    their little bubble butts. They pulled them on like regular
    underpants as they continued readying themselves. Then they
    were each given their Sunday best shirts by Alice. The
    tails draped down over their thick diapers while standing
    but exposed the diapers beneath when Bobby and Peter bent
    over to put on their new dress slacks. Both of their suits
    had been tailor made with extra room in the seat so that
    their diapers would not be pressed tightly and leak. They
    both looked more like they were two or three years old,
    than elementary grade school kids. Greg just shook his
    head.
    	The girls were just as worried as they prepared for
    their new family. The youngest Cindy was worried that the
    boys might play rough and hurt her or her dolls that she
    liked to play with. Jan shared her feelings as well, as she
    expressed that her mom didn't know enough about their soon-
    to-be dad to get married.
    	"I thought she loved us," a teary-eyed Cindy uttered.
    Marcia told Cindy that she still loved them and it would be
    alright as she hugged her little sister. They continued
    getting dressed as they tried to make everything look
    perfect.
    	"I hear they have a dog, too," Jan complained. "Dogs
    are smelly and it better not mess with our cat or else," as
    she threatened.
    	"Might as well get used to it Jan, because boys can
    smell, too, since they hate taking baths," Marcia teased.
    	"You mean boys don't have to take baths?" Cindy
    quizzed.
    	"Of course they do, silly, but they don't like getting
    wet for some reason and fight it all the way."
    	Carol then came in the room and the girls explained
    their concerns. She told them everything would be alright
    once they got to know the boys.
    	Both groups finally arrived at the wedding, which was
    outdoors, and took their seats. They leaned across to look
    at each other and Bobby stuck out his tongue and Cindy
    returned the favor. Carol took notice of her daughter's
    behavior and gave her a firm look.
    	"What's up with Bobby's and Peter's butts?" Jan asked
    Marcia.
    	"What do you mean by that?" her older sister replied.
    	"They look like they are wearing diapers the way their
    butts are all poofed out" Jan stated.
    	Marcia laughed and cupped her hands over her mouth at
    that suggestion.
    	"I'm quite sure they have been potty trained by now,
    silly," Marcia replied to that suggestion, as she had not
    noticed anything other than the cute faces of her soon-to-
    be baby brothers.
    	The exchanging of Mike's and Carol's vows occupied
    everyone's attention for the next several minutes until a
    huge disturbance occurred. Tiger, the boys' dog got loose
    and started chasing the girls' cat that they had sneaked to
    the wedding. The kitty ran across tables that held a feast
    of food and desert for the party to follow. Women in fancy
    dresses screamed as the large clumsy dog left a trail of
    destruction in his wake. Mike screamed at the boys to get
    Tiger, but it was too late and he was moving very fast in
    an effort to catch the quicker cat he was after. The girls
    immediately tried to save their cat from the grips of the
    beast and the situation had declined into total chaos.
    Carol and Mike then rushed to regain control of everything
    before it was too late. Just as the wedding cake was next
    in the path of the furry tornado, Mike lunged and saved it,
    only to be knocked over and having it smash all over his
    face.
    	Peter had gotten his pants ripped on a corner of a
    chair during the chase and his plastic panties were
    exposed. His pants were too big to accompany his diapers
    and they were torn completely off his leg on the left side.
    Bobby had become entangled as his pants had slid down to
    his ankles during the chase. The slickness of the youngest
    boy's baby pants had caused this and the loose fit didn't
    help matters, either. Cindy was looking down on him spread
    out in a prone position saying, "Hey mommie, Bobby wears
    diapers just like my doll!!"
    	Bobby was crying like a baby, too, as he kicked his
    legs up and down, calling full attention to his diapered
    rear end. The fall had caused him to wet his diaper and he
    was too embarrassed to stand up. A cake-covered Mike and
    Carol rushed to pick up their youngest son and see what was
    the matter. Peter ran off to the family station wagon so
    his diapers would not be noticed anymore than they already
    were. Greg then ran after him to see where he was going.
    	Jan said, "See, Marcia, they really were wearing
    diapers!!!"
    	Marcia didn't know what to do but laugh at the
    situation, making Jan even madder.
    	"What will everyone think of us having diaperboys for
    brothers at school?" she asked her older sister.
    	Marcia said, "I don't know but if you ask me, I think
    they're kinda cute in diapers."
    	The focus then turned to Bobby as the crowd gathered
    around hoping that the little dark-haired boy wasn't hurt
    too bad. Mike quickly picked the 6 year old up and hugged
    him while asking, "What was wrong?" After continuing to sob
    for awhile, Bobby revealed that he had wet his diaper to
    his very concerned father and new mother.
    	"Oh, is that all, Bobby? Everything will be OK," as
    she wiped the tears from his eyes. Several of their friends
    and relatives wanted to know if everything was OK as they
    didn't hear Bobby's low muttered confession. Mike quickly
    told them that he had just peed in his pants and that was
    all. The crowd chuckled as they were happy that no broken
    bones had resulted in the tiny fellow. A fresh diaper was
    all that was needed.
    	"He can have one of my baby's diapers," Cindy offered,
    feeling pity for her youngest brother who was also her age.
    Carol laughed and said that wouldn't be necessary for now
    as their relatives laughed as well to the cuteness and
    kindness of the little blonde haired girl's suggestion.
    	Back at the car Greg and Peter were talking about how
    much trouble they would be in for not making sure Tiger was
    tied up properly. All this made poor Peter's stomach churn.
    	"What's wrong now?", Greg demanded as he saw that
    Peter's face was grimaced. Peter revealed that his tummy
    was out of sorts.
    	"Oh great," Greg announced disgustedly. "Let's get you
    to a bathroom," but Peter did not want to go across the
    lawn with his plastic panties in plain view. Greg tugged at
    his arm but it was too late. Peter stood with legs spread
    out like a little boy as his loose bowel movement invaded
    the white diapers beneath his panties. This was followed by
    a muffled fart. Greg realized Peter had just filled his
    diapers good and the smell then confirmed it to boot. A
    flood of pee pee then streamed in causing a hissing sound
    against the inside shell of his waterproof panties.
    	Soon the others returned to the car and the group
    proceeded home. Luckily it was a warm southern California
    day and they went with the windows rolled down to keep
    everyone from gagging at Peter's very dirty diaper. As
    Peter sat in the back seat on the hot vinyl seats of the
    station wagon he would have to raise up from time to time
    to keep the back of his legs from burning. The vinyl of his
    baby pants tried to stay adhered to the seat causing the
    load in his diapers to ooze up and down and mash all over
    the inside and outside of his buttocks. Marcia sat next to
    him and told him that everything would be OK and not to
    worry. Jan rolled her eyes as she thought boys in diapers
    was awful and could not believe that Marcia and Cindy was
    taking pity on their plight.
    	At home Mike changed Peter's diaper, while Carol
    volunteered to handle Bobby's. Mike didn't think it would
    be fair to let her do Peter's since the condition of his
    diaper was about as messy as they come. All four diapers
    that were pulled from under Peter were stained brown not to
    mention the leg holes of his plastic panties. Luckily the
    vinyl seating of the car was easily cleaned up.
    	Carol had not diapered one of her girls in over four
    years. Cindy was the last one to wear them and she was out
    of them shortly after turning two. Mike revealed that the
    boys were trained pretty early too, considering that they
    were boys. Peter was the only one that wore them after his
    third birthday. Carol said, "Well now that they have a mom
    again maybe we can get them potty-trained again before too
    long."
    	"Such a shame though because they really are very cute
    in diapers." Bobby and Peter just lay there smiling at each
    other and all the wonderful attention that they were
    receiving.
    	After getting the boys diapered and leaving
    instructions for Alice they left for their honeymoon. Once
    on their honeymoon though, both parents started really
    missing the kids. Carol was hoping that the girls were OK
    with the boys, especially Peter and Bobby. They finally
    decided to return home and bring them all along. So in the
    middle of the night they awakened all 6 sleeping angels.
    Several started to get dressed, but were quickly informed
    that there wasn't time for that. So in the motel all six
    kids made their ways up the stairs to the Honeymoon Sweet
    following their crazy parents. Peter and Bobby lagged
    behind. Both had already wet their diapers in their sleep.
    Both boys' plastic panties drooped. While the other four
    had pajama bottoms on these two only wore the tops since
    being put back into diapers. The man at the front desk
    could not believe he was watching two pre-teen boys toddle
    up the stairs in diapers.

    EPISODE THREE-- "Dear Libby"

    	Everyone at the Brady household was now getting used
    to one another. The girls had really accepted their new
    brothers quite well. Jan was envious of her brothers'
    attention, but seeing how she was a middle child she always
    felt a little left out as she did got get to enjoy being
    the oldest or the baby. Marcia and Cindy thought that their
    two youngest brothers, Peter and Bobby were absolutely
    adorable. Since they both were still wearing diapers it
    made them both seem much younger than their true age. Cindy
    was at the stage where she just loved to play doll and she
    was always pestering Bobby to be the doll. Cindy always
    loved the dolls that wet much more than the others and
    having a real life brother like this was even better. Some
    of the time Bobby played along and would wet his diaper in
    front of Cindy as they played, while at other times he
    didn't want Greg and Peter to see him playing such a game
    with a girl even if it was only his sister. Marcia showed
    Peter more attention than Bobby though it was hardly
    noticeable.
    	Mike and Carol were really pleased everything had gone
    so well. Mike was worried that he would have to get Bobby
    and Peter into training pants soon after they became a
    family, but since no one was complaining there didn't seem
    to be a rush. The happy family would sit around at night
    watching TV with Peter and Bobby wearing just diapers and a
    T-shirt but no one thought it weird. The only time that
    diapers even raised an eyebrow was when Cindy would
    announce that she could smell a diaper change coming in a
    prissy kind of tone. This gave Cindy the air that she was
    definitely not the baby of the family. Shortly thereafter
    Jan or Marcia would confirm Cindy's sense of smell was once
    again correct. As all eyes would turn to Bobby he would be
    like "What?" as if he did not know what was going on, but
    usually the devilish little grin would widen and he would
    give his self away every time.
    	Peter was a little more reluctant to go potty in his
    pants while the whole group was together, but when he did
    they showered him with lots of attention and praise for
    being such a good little boy. There was no shortage of
    volunteers for changing diapers. Carol took care of it most
    of the time, unless Marcia or Alice insisted on giving her
    a break. Cindy was not allowed to change the boys diapers
    though she wanted to desperately. Her job was to let her
    mom know when the boys needed a fresh diaper and she did it
    well. The little blonde girl was always following her
    brothers around watching for a saggy diaper in behind or
    one where their cute waterproof pants was adhering to their
    diaper in front due to it being wet. While Cindy was not
    allowed to change Bobby's diapers she did love using his
    diapers on her baby dolls. After she saw Alice finish
    drying the boys' diapers she would usually get several and
    pin them on her dolls. Then she would get Bobby's baby
    pants to make the diapering job complete. She would often
    run and show her mom what a good job she did on her dolls.
    If her mom wasn't around she would sometimes run up to
    Bobby and say, "my baby looks just like you in its diapers
    and plastic panties."
    	Bobby tried early on to remind his sister that he wore
    plastic *pants* instead, but it was useless. Now he just
    rolled his eyes at that statement. While Bobby did
    everything to maintain the fact that he was a red-blooded
    boy he liked playing with her doll and changing its diapers
    which was really his and Peter's, anyway. While most dad's
    would freak at such a site Mike knew that it was OK and
    merely a part of growing up.
    	Just when everything seemed perfect Marcia read
    something in the newspaper that really bothered her. It was
    in the "Dear Libby" advice column. This was the letter:

    I recently got married to a man that has three sons. I have
    three daughters. We have a unique problem because his two
    youngest boys are still in diapers. I don't mean like they
    are 3 and 4, because I know that is really not all that
    unusual. These kids are already in school and it is really
    causing a problem. They won't have anything to do with
    being potty trained and my husband couldn't care less.
    While he thinks it is perfectly fine for otherwise healthy
    boys to run around with their diapered tails for all to
    see, he expects me and my oldest girl to change all their
    diapers and the extra laundry that goes with it. He makes
    real good money to support all of us, but he is a miser. We
    put the boys in Pampers for school, but at home he insists
    that I use cloth diapers and plastic panties on the boys. I
    am afraid if something don't change, and I don't mean
    diapers, our relationship might end up in the toilet.

    	Marcia was in shock because the woman that wrote it
    had to be their mom from the description. Then Marcia read
    "Dear Libby's" reply.

    I am afraid that you need to confront your husband with
    your feelings or be ready to flush. There is no excuse for
    boys such as you described to not be potty trained unless
    the reasons are physical. It sounds like your husband has a
    lot of growing up to do himself. Buy the boys regular
    underpants like every other boy and make them wear them. Be
    willing to use a firm hand if needed since their father is
    obviously neglecting his duty. Underpants cost less than
    Pampers, so he should be happy. You did not state how old
    your daughters are but the only diapers they need to change
    is that of a real baby. Just remember your vows did not
    include for wetter or dirtier.

    	Marcia quickly showed the letter to Jan. She believed
    that it was written by their mom as well.
    	"See I told you all along that this was not good," Jan
    said in a "ha ha" tone.
    	"What are we going to do?", quizzed Marcia. All the
    talking awoke Cindy and she was very curious as to what was
    happening. After making Cindy promise to not tell anyone
    they let her in on the news.
    	"But I think Bobby and Peter are cute in diapers!!"
    she stated. Jan reminded her younger sister that diapers
    are for dolls and babies and not kids their age. Marcia
    realized that Jan was right and something had to change if
    they were going to keep the family together. Marcia took it
    upon herself to make sure that they got the boys potty-
    trained before their mom's patience ended. Jan agreed to
    help potty-train Bobby and Peter, but wasn't cleaning up
    after them when they had accidents.
    	The next day after school Marcia and Jan went shopping
    for training pants. After several stores they discovered
    that this was no easy task because no thick training pants
    existed for boys the size of Peter and Bobby. This also
    reaffirmed that the letter was indeed from their mom. Jan
    suggested that maybe they could buy several packages and
    make them wear several pair of underpants until they got
    the hang of using the potty again. Marcia and Jan had to
    spend some of their hard-earned savings to buy the
    underpants, but they agreed that it was worth it if it
    meant saving their parents' newly formed marriage.
    	As soon as they got home they ripped into the packages
    of boys briefs, twelve briefs per package. They were not
    anything like the comparatively smaller and skimpier
    panties that they wore. They came up high in the back, the
    crotch was wider, and they were all white and the only
    other color was two thin blue stripes along the waistband,
    which was much wider and made of stronger elastic than the
    waistbands that appeared on any of the girls' underpants.
    They also had a second layer of fabric in the seat, a
    feature the girls had never seen on any of their panties
    before.
    	"Why do they have two layers in the butt?" Cindy asked
    Marcia.
    	"Probably because boys don't know how to wipe, that
    is, when they use the toilet in the first place, unlike our
    two younger brothers," Marcia answered in a disgusted tone.
    	"Boys also have a lot of accidents from what I am
    told," Jan added.
    	"I'm sure glad I'm a girl," Cindy said. "I'd sure hate
    to be a boy and have to wear those. They look kind of like
    diapers."
    	"They will once we get Bobby and Peter in them,"
    Marcia commented.
    	"What's that in front?" Jan asked pointing to the cut
    out area. Marcia giggled, that was the first time she saw
    boys' underpants completely and told Jan that must be for
    their you-know-what when they go pee pee standing up.
    	"You mean boys use the bathroom standing up?" asked
    Cindy. "All I ever seen Bobby do was sit down," she said in
    another inquisitive remark.
    	"Yeah, that's because he likes pooping in his pants
    and that's all you have seen," stated Jan, half-disgusted
    at the thought.
    	"OK Cindy, go and tell Peter and Bobby that we have a
    surprise for them," Marcia instructed.
    	Peter and Bobby came in the room within minutes.
    	"What you want?" asked Peter in a sheepish voice. Both
    Peter and Bobby were dressed only in their quadruple-thick
    diapers with plastic pants. Both were wearing dress shirts.
    Peter's had blue stripes and Bobby's was solid red. The
    dark-haired youngsters were the picture of cuteness.
    	"Time for your diaper change, OK," instructed Marcia.
    	"Yeah, but I'm still dry," insisted Bobby in a cocky
    attitude, "but Peter needs one since he just messed in
    his."
    	"Shut up Bobby!!" demanded the older boy.
    	"What's a matter, did Peter go poopy in his dipee?"
    teased Jan. "OK Peter, I guess I'll have to take care of
    you first."
    	Peter lay down on the carpet just as he was told and
    Marsh slid a changing pad from beneath her bed and he
    lifted himself upon it, while being careful not to smear
    the contents inside his diapers. Peter asked that the other
    two girls leave and they did once their older sister told
    them. Bobby started to leave as well since their was no
    reason to change his diapers. Jan grabbed Bobby by the rear
    of his waterproof pants and as Bobby's legs kept churning
    the plastic stretched about a foot and exposed the bright
    white very thick cotton diapers beneath it.
    	"Where do you think you're going, mister?" she
    demanded as she whipped the smaller child around and
    pointed him back into the room after giving him a firm
    smack to his well-diapered behind. In the room Marcia was
    handling the diaper change with all the kindness as usual.
    	"Ooh, you really did make a mess," she stated as she
    put one hand over her nose. Bobby laughed as his older
    sister then folded up the used didees and cleaned Peter up
    good. The only thing better than having his diapers changed
    was watching his brother get his changed, Bobby thought to
    himself.
    	Marcia then showed the boys the underwear that they
    would be wearing from now on and they gasped. It had been
    awhile since they had to wear those horrid things. In fact,
    pretty much since their mom died, and the sight of
    underpants brought tears to both their eyes. Marcia
    explained that she loved seeing them in diapers and didn't
    mind changing them but it was for their own good if they
    didn't want something bad to happen. Marcia put the first
    pair on the middle brother and he tried to stand up but
    Marcia had him lay back down on the changing pad. Before it
    was over Peter had twelve pairs of underpants on. She was
    going to stop at eight pairs, but then she figured the
    remaining four pairs of underpants still sitting in the
    opened package would better serve their purpose on Peter's
    behind. Marcia didn't want to take any chances, at least
    while Peter was still at ground zero when it came to his
    potty training. She wanted to rip open the second package
    she had bought for him and use these, too, but she could
    barely get the twelfth pair to fit in spite of her efforts
    to pull it up to its maximum height well above Peter's
    cotton-enshrouded buttocks.
    	"I wish I had thought to buy some underwear in the
    next size," Marcia thought to herself. Doing some quick
    math, she figured twelve pairs, times two layers in each of
    the double-seated underpants made for twenty-four layers,
    enough to handle just about anything that might come out of
    Peter's butt. Marcia was satisfied as she took a look at
    the bulging, solid plies of fabric amply adorning Peter's
    posterior.
    	"There, how does that feel?" she asked as she
    playfully snapped at his topmost waistband, unable to
    resist the urge to do so.
    	"Kinda weird," Peter expressed.
    	"OK, those will be your training pants until we get
    you back to using the potty like a big boy."
    	Peter didn't say anything and looked real sad.
    	"OK Bobby, it's your turn," Marcia informed him. Bobby
    told her that he was going to tell dad on her because they
    are supposed to wear real diapers. Marcia begged him not to
    do that because it would ruin everything and they wouldn't
    be a family anymore. Bobby wanted to know why but Marcia
    would not tell him. Soon he was in as many underpants as
    his brother. Both little boys were now on their way to
    being trained as the thickness of underpants in the crotch
    reminded them of that with each step.
    	A little while later Jan grabbed Peter and Bobby by
    the arm and told them that boys don't go around in just
    their underpants. She led them up to their room to make
    them put on shorts to cover up their makeshift training
    pants. Their shorts barely fit over all the thickness. From
    the outside they looked like they were wearing their usual
    diapers except these were not as comfortable and didn't
    make that crinkling sound. Peter and Bobby looked really
    sad.
    	"Now when you are about to go potty, you are to come
    and get me or Marcia to take you."
    	"But how are we supposed to take all these underpants
    off first?" Bobby asked.
    	"That'll teach you control and force you to hold it
    longer," Marcia said.
    	"You better not bother mom or Alice because they have
    had it with you guys", Jan instructed in a matter of fact
    tone.
    	A few hours passed and Marcia told Jan that maybe they
    needed to check on their brothers to see if they needed to
    go potty since they had not come to them. Outside they were
    both playing and the two older girls went to check on them.
    Marcia checked on Peter and found him still dry. She kissed
    him and told him what a big boy he was for being out of
    diapers. While Marcia was showering Peter with attention a
    scream of "Bobby Brady!!!!!!", rang out. Jan found her
    younger brother wet and messy. His light blue shorts were
    soaked in front and he smelled like he had done number two
    as well. It was hard to tell since he had on so many
    underpants. Bobby was smiling and it was apparent to Jan
    that he didn't mind that condition in his pants. Up to the
    girls' room he went as Jan got Marcia to take care of the
    cleanup. Marcia had quite a task on her hands as she peeled
    off Bobby's double seated underpants one at a time. The
    last pair was really poopy while the others were just urine
    soaked. The second pair had traces of skid marks from where
    it went through the first pair, the double seats helping to
    absorb much of the liquefied fecal matter.
    	"Bobby, you are going to have to do better than that!"
    Jan demanded, but Marcia told her to lay off because babies
    don't quite get it right off the bat. Bobby stuck his
    tongue out at Jan while Marcia's attention was more
    focussed on Jan.
    	Peter liked Marcia's encouragement and was somewhat
    scared of Jan so he potty trained quite well except for a
    couple of wettings. Bobby was just plain defiant. He
    refused to go potty even once and Marcia was getting tired
    of the extra work involved with using underwear on a boy
    that treated them like diapers. His sisters tried
    everything. They bragged on Peter in front of him. Marcia
    begged him because of what she thought was at stake if he
    didn't train like every other boy his age.
    	Marcia just finally told Jan it was useless and
    decided that it was best to put Bobby back into diapers and
    plastic panties. At least Peter was on his way to being
    trained and soon they had him down to three pair.
    	Marcia was becoming quite desperate and decided that
    it was time for her to write "Dear Libby" and see if she
    could help with the problem:

    Dear Libby,

    I think my mom wrote you about us and I am desperate. I am
    the oldest sister and recently our mom married a man that
    has three boys, of which two were in diapers. I am trying
    to save their marriage by potty training them but it's not
    working. The youngest refuses to go potty while the middle
    boy is now out of diapers, thanks to the help of my sister.
    Can you please tell us how to potty train our little
    brother so we can remain a family.

    	Several days passed and the girls read the newspaper
    without an answer. Carol was curious as to what was going
    on because Marcia was always volunteering to take care of
    the boys. Finally, a knock on the door came and it was
    "Dear Libby" in person. Marcia and the girls gathered
    around to hear the advice on potty training. Instead they
    were informed that the letter that ran in her column did
    not originate at the Brady household though the description
    was the same.
    	"So you mean mom and dad ain't going to get a
    divorce?", Marcia asked.
    	"No I guess not. At least your parents anyway," Libby
    explained. As further proof, she showed the girls pictures
    of the boys in diapers that came from the other mom in
    another state. Both of those boys were brown-headed as
    opposed to their darker-haired brothers. Cindy gazed the
    pictures over and said, "They have diapers on just like our
    brothers!" as she pointed to the baby pants each was
    wearing.
    	Libby then left. Peter then peeked from the top of the
    stairs and asked the girls who just left. Marcia said,
    "Never mind, Peter. How would you like to get put back in
    diapers like Bobby?"
    	Peter smiled and said, "Boy would I!"
    	Soon Peter and Bobby were playing with their diapers
    exposed once again. Bobby soon asked his new mom to change
    him after the girls told him it would be OK. Cindy and
    Marcia smiled with delight as they watched Bobby get his
    plastic pants pulled down and thick cloth diapers unpinned
    by their mother. Everything was back to normal once again.

    EPISODE FOUR: THE CLUBHOUSE

    	Peter and Bobby came home from school one day and
    their mom prepared to change them out of their diapers as
    usual. Both boys were wet which was nothing new. Carol
    first slid Peter's plastic pants down revealing his soaked
    diapers as Bobby giggled with delight.
    	"What are you laughing at, mister?" his mom turned to
    him and asked. "I bet your diaper is wet too!" she
    continued.
    	"Maybe, Maybe not!" the younger boy continued. Then
    she undid Peter's cute blue plain diaper pins as her new
    son lifted his butt in the air knowing that she would now
    slide it from beneath him. Carol spread and folded three
    more cloth diapers and sprinkled in the baby powder and
    soon the older boy's rear was on his new diapers as Carol
    began pulling them snugly between his smooth boyish legs.
    Then she inserted the diaper pins that was from Peter's
    previous diaper and he was ready to go play.
    	"OK let's check your diaper since you seem to be
    acting as if you are a big boy today," Carol said with a
    smile as she turned her attention toward her youngest son.
    In no time flat she had Bobby's waterproof pants down to
    his ankles and then all the way off his feet. It was now
    evident that the reason Bobby was giggling was that his
    diaper was not only wet but contained a lump in the rear.
    Bobby had really pooped his diaper good while he and Peter
    were walking from school.
    	"Bobby!" Carol exclaimed because this was a little out
    of the usual. "You didn't do that at school I hope!" she
    continued. Bobby assured her that he was walking home when
    it happened. Now Peter was the one giggling at his little
    brother. Carol asked Peter if he could get her a washcloth
    to take care cleaning up Bobby. Since it was solid it
    wasn't real bad, but still, Bobby's butt was stained and
    had traces of brown poop caked in. After cleaning Bobby up
    real good she put him into three fresh-smelling cloth
    diapers just like his brother. She decided that since they
    would be going outside to play their baby pants weren't
    necessary. Who cares if your diaper leaks as long as it is
    outside.
    	Bobby and Peter then ran off like little cotton tails
    on the way outside to their clubhouse. As they rushed into
    the door of their clubhouse they were met by an awful
    surprise. Cindy had set up her doll table and her dolls
    were around it as she was making them tea. Jan had a bucket
    of pink paint and was about to begin painting the inside
    walls. Marsha was putting flowers and pictures of unicorns
    up. Bobby began immediately screaming for them to get out
    because it was the boys' clubhouse. Marsha reminded her
    little brothers that it was now all of the kids' clubhouse
    since they were just as much a part of the family as the
    boys.
    	Peter joined in with Bobby and pleaded for them to
    leave as well, but Jan told him that they were there first
    and the boys could either help decorate or play after they
    got done. Bobby was becoming more steamed now as the girls
    were not about to budge from their newly claimed territory.
    	"The only reason you got here first was because we had
    to get changed," he told her.
    	"Yeah changed into your baby diapers!!!" Jan fired
    back. "Besides, baby boys need to play in sandboxes until
    they get out of diapers. Maybe then you can get your own
    clubhouse to play in like big boys."
    	Bobby then threatened the girls that he was going to
    tell dad when he got home from work and then they would be
    sorry. Marsha told him not to be such a cryboy and pushed
    him out the door and pulled it shut. Bobby started pounding
    on the door with both fists as the girls giggled from
    within. Peter then told Bobby to give it up and they would
    just go back inside. The boys then walked into the den but
    were met by their mom and told to go back outside.
    	"You can't come back in here without plastic pants,
    dears," she told her boys. Peter offered to go get them but
    Carol explained that they needed fresh air to keep from
    getting a diaper rash and insisted that they go play on the
    swings. Bobby pleaded that they wanted to play in the
    clubhouse, but his mom told them that they needed to share
    with their sisters and had to wait their turn.
    	"Everyone's against us," Bobby complained to his
    brother. The two boys played briefly on the swings but the
    sounds of girly music and giggling coming from their
    private retreat almost made them sick. They weren't allowed
    back inside and the girls wouldn't let them in their
    clubhouse. All they could do was roam around the back yard
    dressed in white cloth diapers and striped short-sleeved
    shirts. Peter thought if maybe they used their diapers then
    their mom would have to let them back inside to be changed.
    Bobby told him that he didn't feel like he could go in his
    diapers for awhile. Bobby was now wishing he hadn't been a
    little stinker and pooped his diaper on the way home from
    school.
    	Peter suggested running water to help him go pee. The
    two boys walked over to the faucet located on the outside
    wall of their house. As Peter walked he could feel a very
    faint feeling that perhaps he might be able to make poopy
    if he tried really hard. He was hoping that the running
    water could help motivate Bobby into wetting his dipee.
    Marsha looked outside the clubhouse and tried to figure out
    what the boys were up to. Jan thought they might be going
    to hook up the hose and try to flood them out of the
    clubhouse and was getting ready. Marsha said, "It looks
    like they are washing their hands." The girls continued to
    stare and soon Peter hunkered over and tried to make poopy
    in his diaper.
    	"Far out!" she exclaimed as she cupped her hands over
    her mouth as she saw what they were really up to.
    	"That's so sick!" as Jan rolled her eyes with disgust.
    Peter was able to force out a firm load into the seat of
    his diaper. This was followed by a gush of pee pee that
    dampened his diaper pretty good and began trickling down
    the inside of his leg to his bare feet.
    	"Now your turn", as he pleaded with Bobby to do the
    same.
    	"It's no use," Bobby complained.
    	"So, did Bobby poop his dipee, too?" Jan asked, having
    turned away to spreading pink paint on the walls again.
    Marsha could easily tell by the difference in color of the
    boys' diapers that he was still dry. Peter's diaper was now
    sagging heavily as he walked about with Bobby. Finally,
    Bobby was able to pee and like his brother the cloth diaper
    did it's best to contain the wetting before it was
    trickling down the inside of the younger boy's tender legs.
    The boys then went to the door and knocked. Carol came to
    the door and noticed that the boys had both used their
    diapers. She told them to wait while she went to get fresh
    diapers for them. She handed Peter six cloth diapers and
    told them that it was Marsha's turn to change them.
    	"But we want you to do it," pleaded Bobby. Their mom
    refused and told them that they still needed to stay
    outside. Marsha saw Peter with the new diapers and asked
    him if they needed to be changed. Peter began to walk
    toward the clubhouse but Bobby told him that they could
    wait awhile. Peter felt embarrassed as he could hear his
    sisters giggling at the sight of his sagging diaper. Time
    seemed to drag on as Peter and Bobby finally laid down on
    their stomachs looking at each other. Poor Peter was trying
    his best not to smear the contents of his diaper.
    	When Mr. Brady got home Bobby was the first to go up
    and complain about the girls taking over. Peter came along
    to confirm his witnessing to the situation as well. Mike
    felt that the girls were out of line.
    	"Looks like you guys need fresh diapers," as the aroma
    of pee pee and poopy caught his nose.
    	"Yeah mom won't even let us inside and is making us
    stay out here in our diapers," Peter complained.
    	Later that evening Mike talked the situation over with
    his wife. He explained that Greg, Peter and Bobby built
    that clubhouse from scratch with the help of him and he was
    afraid that what the girls were doing wasn't right. Carol
    felt like she had to defend her girls and the two adults
    were now on opposite sides of the argument as well. Finally
    after seeing Carol's disgust with the situation Mike
    suggested that the girls could create their own clubhouse.
    He would buy the materials and they could build it while
    the boys worked on getting their clubhouse painted blue and
    more boyish looking.
    	The next day Mike brought home all the materials
    necessary. He and Carol tried to help the girls but they
    were not very good at hammering nails. Just like the day
    before Bobby and Peter were dressed only in thick white
    cloth diapers that rode a good ways up their backs. They
    watched out the window and laughed at the comedy of the
    girls' construction. Greg was with them and even he was
    amused as he sat their and watched with his two younger
    diaper-wearing brothers.
    	Then something tragic almost happened. Cindy was just
    missed as a wall came crashing down just missing her by
    inches. This scared Mr. Brady really bad and he demanded
    that the girls get out of the way while the boys finish it
    for them. Bobby complained that they had to build their own
    in spite of what occurred. Mr. Brady said, "Fine. Then you
    can share yours equally with the girls." Bobby quickly
    picked up a hammer and said, "Pete what are you waiting
    on?"
    	Soon, Greg and both toddler wannabe boys were working
    away like beavers. The girls all laughed at the cuteness of
    their brothers in diapers as they bent over and got to
    work.
    	"Careful, Peter, that's to heavy for you," his mother
    pleaded as the diaper clad dark-haired lad raised the
    siding up.
    	"Yeah we don't want you to poop your diaper!" teased
    Marsha knowing it was her turn to change the boys next.
    	"That's enough, Marsha. Why don't you girls go fix
    some lemonade for our hard working boys," Mrs. Brady
    suggested.
    	The clubhouse was soon finished and Bobby's and
    Peter's diapers had managed to stay dry as well which was a
    miracle in itself. Everyone was proud of the family
    achievement. Cindy then suggested that they could now have
    a nursery for the boys. Everyone thought that was a
    wonderful idea. Cindy and Marsha then thought about how
    much fun it would be decorating their clubhouse with baby
    stuff. The idea was preciously sweet to everyone but Jan.
    That would have to be worked on a little more.