Didee DiapeRS

OF BOYS

AND

DIAPERS

A Truthful Account on

How a Diaper

Seduced his

Bedwetting Boy

into Pooping and More!

PART FOUR

Chapters 10, 11, 12

The Diaper Revolutions - II

Daniel’s sleepovers at Baby-Bro’s house had become a habit over the last two years and every Friday afternoon his brother and he would drive to the diapered boy’s place to spend the weekend. In a sense he was luckier than Ethan, as he could sleep in the same room with Baby-Bro, while his brother had to sleep on his own in the guest’s room, well after two months of official engagement to Baby-Bro’s sister! But on the other hand he felt unhappy, as every morning he would have to take his diaper off out of fear of his brother seeing him like that.

“Why don’t you tell him!” would ask him Baby-Bro’s sister, “He seems to be alright with my brother wearing diapers all the time, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind seeing you doing the same.”

“But he is my brother! I bet he would be so disappointed! I really want to show him I wanna be like him!” would come Danny’s reply, “And then what about Brian? He knows Baby-Bro has to wear diapers, and accepts it, but with me… he would think I went nuts!”

Brian was Daniel’s best classmate, the red-haired nerd of the school whom everybody named ‘Brian the (nutty) brain’ for his love for mathematics and science. He was at first very recalcitrant at the idea of meeting a boy of his age still in diapers, but he felt very much in debt to Daniel, as he was the first boy in the class accepting him, becoming his best friend and protecting him from the bullying of the lesser intellectually endowed and envious kids. And as time went by, he had to admit that that diaper boy was not stupid either! He quite liked him, actually – in a way he was an outcast, like him, a member of a very tiny minority the rest of the boys were not really comfortable with. And the boy did not show any sign of growing! That was so fascinating! Danny told him he had not changed since the beginning of their friendship, and Danny was ten then! Indeed both he and Danny were now taller than the diaper boy, while one could see pictures of Danny clearly shorter than him taken two years ago! How did he do that? Did the diapers have anything to do with that?

Brian’s questions were shared by an increasing number of adults, from his parents to the latest professor visiting their house and asking to take the boy to a laboratory to perform some tests. Baby-Bro was becoming used to this attention. He actually even liked it, as it allowed him to meet more and more people and, most importantly, boys. And after his first (of many) appearance in the Larry King Show, he began to feature in several other TV shows. He received many letters and emails from boys wearing diapers like him (though mostly ‘just’ night-wetters), expressing their gratitude for making them feel less lonely and accepting their diapers ‘as friends’, as he used to say during the shows. Of course, there were from time to time angry, insulting or even threatening messages too – “I think you more debil and retarded I ever seen before!” or “You sick purvert! I sware I gonna kill ya one day!” The most astonishing letters, however, were those coming from the sales department of corporations like Procter & Gamble or Kimberley-Clark, sending him products to be tested and inviting him to their head offices to discuss marketing strategies aimed at selling more diapers for boys of all ages!

Daniel, who had just turned thirteen, and Baby-Bro would test the products and spend their nights discussing the improvements to be made – Danny would measure the new diapers sent by the corporations and suggest Baby-Bro what to tell them at his next meeting with their R&D managers. Probably the fact that Daniel could not wear diapers all the time was what made him more sensitive to which basic features of a diaper could make a boy happier. And one could be sure that each of Danny’s suggestions lead to an increase of the sales – maintaining the shape and proportions (like the crotch width) of all diapers similar to those of real baby diapers, the increase in thickness of the fabrics (he suggested the creation of a thickness factor to be added to all series of diapers, so you could now find Pampers size 7, 8, 9 and 10 in thickness 1, 2, 3 or even 4!), the strengthening of the elastic bands, both on legs and waist, the creation of embossed PVC plastics to reproduce the feeling of traditional plastic pants. And it was precisely on the night in which he tried a size 10, thickness 4, with embossed thick plastics that he overcame his hesitations in letting Ethan know about his diaper passion.

“Geez! This diaper is really great!” he said, after patting it for the thousandth time.

“You are really good at this, you know that?” replied Baby-Bro stroking his own diaper.

“I owe it all to you, Baby-Bro!” said Danny, clearly in a very emotional state of mind, “I cannot imagine what my life would have been had I not met you!”

“Come in my crib, then!” said Baby-Bro, “I want to make you a happy baby!”

And the 12-year-old had not even finished the sentence, that one could see Danny climbing the bars of the crib already.

“You look soooo good in them, Danny!” exclaimed Baby-Bro as he watched the thickly diapered 13-year-old standing in the crib, his long legs converging toward the white bulge.

“I wish I could wear them all the time, as you do…” sighed the diaper-expert as he lay down at the side of his mentor.

“What’s stopping you?” asked Baby-Bro.

“O, you know what!” said Danny, “My brother! My parents! Brian! Everybody but you and you sister!”

“Hold it right there!” said Baby-Bro, “I wanna show you something!”

And he got up and out of the crib, taking the hand of the diaper fashion designer and leading him in front of the mirror, and said:

“I want you to take a real good look at that boy in the mirror… what do you see?”

Danny had never actually looked at his own diapered image for more than two seconds. He found it difficult and would usually prefer to look at Baby-Bro instead. He didn’t like what he saw in the mirror – a clumsy teenager donning the most ridiculous bulk around his crotch and hips! He looked away, frightened, and started to cry.

“No, no, noo!” reproached him Baby-Bro, “This is your creation! I want you to look at it and tell me what you really see, not what you think others would say if they saw you! Besides, what do you think when you look at me, huh?”

“But you are different, Baby-Bro” sniffed the teen-ager, “You look so natural in diapers, I could not imagine you wearing anything else!”

“Look at how natural you look!” said the 12-year-old, keeping a firm grip on Danny’s hips so that he could not turn away from the mirror, “I have never seen a more beautiful 13-year-old wearing diapers like that! Look at how they enhance the shape of your long legs, your slim waist, your tummy and chest muscles! Every girl will think ‘That stunning lad must hide quite a nice big pecker behind that bulk!’ and believe me, every one of them will want to change your didee to see and touch what you’ve got down there!”

Danny could actually begin to see now the things Baby-Bro was telling about him, but there was still a huge, heavy doubt hovering about his mind:

“The girls might not be the problem, but sure the boys will! My brother!” he said, wanting to move away from the mirror. But Baby-Bro kept him on the same spot and said:

“Baby, don’t you think he knows already?”

“What?!” said Danny’s heart peeking through his throat.

“You are always saying you don’t want to disappoint him, Danny, but – Geez! – wouldn’t you be really disappointed at him, if he proved to be as naïve as you think he is?”

Danny collapsed on the floor in front of the mirror and buried his face in his hands:

“I bet you told him!” he said angry, “Or maybe your sister did!”

“You are being unfair” said the hurt voice of the 12-year-old, “There was no need of telling him! Don’t you think he wondered about your wanting to spend every week-end with me?”

“Well, he’s my brother, you dork! He may well think I want to stay with him every week-end, no?”

“Yeah, sure” said Baby-Bro, sitting down at Danny’s side and switching to a more patient tone of voice, “But believe me, I caught him so many times looking at you while you were stealing glances at my diapered butty! And while you thought nobody was looking at you… he smiled!”

“O, God!” sobbed Danny, burying his face even further into his hands.

“Danny! Danny baby!” said the 12-year-old laying his hand on the head of the scared teen, “Nothing in that smile meant anything bad! Quite the contrary! I could see all the warmth of a boy looking at his little brother! O, I envy you so much, Danny! I’ve always missed having an older brother, someone protecting me from the evils of the world! And he must love you soooo much!”

“I love him, tooooo!” cried Danny, surrendering to Baby-Bro’s embrace, “He’s my big brother, waah!, I don’t want him to think I’m a loser! Wahhh!”

“He doesn’t, he doesn’t, he doesn’t, Danny!” reassured him Baby-Bro, “I can feel it! I know it! I know he is so proud of you! You are such a great boy to be with! You knew you were taking risks with your friends in becoming my friend, and yet you did it! Can’t you see how bold you are?”

“O, help me! Help me! What am I going to do? What am I going to do?” asked the teen, and one could hear a scary mixture of anxiety and confusion in his heavy breathing.

“First, we go back to the crib” said the 12-year-old in a very determined voice, as if compensating for the teen’s lack of clarity, and he actually pushed the big boy back into the crib, switched the light off and lied down beside him, pulling the cover on them both. Danny embraced him so tight, that Baby-Bro thought he would choke him!

“Easy! Easy, baby boy!” he said tenderly, “You don’t wanna kill your buddy here!”

But Danny wasn’t in for any laugh and kept shaking, clinging to Baby-Bro as if he were a raft in the middle of the ocean.

“You love your big brother, don’t you?” whispered delicately the 12-year-old, caressing his wet cheeks. Danny nodded. “How would you think your brother would feel if you kept your inner-baby, a part which has become so important for you and that you are finally accepting to the fullest, hidden from him?” Daniel kept silent. “Danny, if you really love him, you have to tell him! Otherwise he might think you do not trust him. Even worse! He might think you do not trust his love for you! How do you think he would feel if he found out that in the most difficult moment of your life you had not turned to him for help?”

Images of a 10-year-old Ethan picking him up in his arms when he was a toddler kept running through Danny’s mind. He couldn’t believe the stories of his first grade school mates on their relationships to their bigger brothers – always fighting, always belittled and mistreated by them! His fights with Ethan were so rare, that they both never knew whether to take them seriously or not, because they would never know if the other brother was joking or not! And then his Ethan had never, never hurt him in any way! On the contrary! Ethan encouraged him so much in following his interests! Nothing, not even his parents’ advice, mattered more to him than Ethan’s approval to know if something was right or wrong.

“O!” Danny cried, clinging even more to Baby-Bro, “He would feel so betrayed!”

“You see?” replied calmly the 12-year-old, “You know that. You must let him know, Danny! It is time!”

Danny nodded several times and kissed Baby-Bro on his cheek: “Will you be there with me?”

“Sure, baby, that’s what friends are there for.”

The following morning Baby-Bro’s sister changed for the first time both boys, putting them in the same kind of diaper they had on during the night. It was Baby-Bro’s suggestion, as he thought that the thicker the diaper Ethan saw on his brother, the sooner both brothers would get accustomed to the new situation.

“Ethan” shouted the girl, “Why don’t you come to the boys’ room to say good morning to them?”

“I’ll be there in a minute!” he gurgled while brushing his teeth.

Danny could feel his heart beats increasing every minute, though the reassuring presence of Baby-Bro and his sister at his sides, holding his hands, made him feel stronger in all this.

Baby-Bro knew right from the start that Danny’s fears had no reasons to be – how could a guy like Ethan be anything other than nice? And as he saw the killing smile of his beautiful future brother-in-law appearing at the doorstep, he gave a strong pat on Danny’s heavily diapered bum, as if to say ‘See? I told you there was nothing to worry about!’

“Morning boys, you slept alright?” said Ethan, kissing Baby-Bro and taking his quite big eight-years-younger-than-him brother in his arms.

“O! Ethan! I thought you were going to be mad at me!” Danny almost cried.

“Me?! Mad at my little brother!? Whoever heard of anything like that!” he said kissing him.

“You don’t think I’d go steady with a boy for three years if he turned out to be a monster capable of rejecting his own brother, do you?” told Danny Baby-Bro’s sister with a firm, but soothing voice.

“I could kill for you, Danny! You know that?” whispered Ethan, “You could have told me a long time ago, you know that?”

Baby-Bro and his sister left the room, leaving the two brothers strengthening their mutual bonds of brotherly love.

“So,” said Baby-Bro, catching Ethan on his own later in the garden, “How do you like your brother in diapers?”

“Hi, Baby!” replied the smiling beauty raising his head from a book, “You wanna know something? In my mind, in my heart, Danny never got out of diapers.”

“Meaning?” asked the 12-year-old.

“Meaning, that’s how I’ve always pictured him in my mind! Do you know what it means to take a diapered little boy in your arms? A little boy clinging to you, smiling, trusting you totally? I was ten at that time, but I swear to you, that image has never abandoned me! After something like that you know you will love and take care of that baby for the rest of your life.”

“Danny is lucky to have a brother like you, Ethan!” said Baby-Bro with passion.

“O, no! No, no, no, Baby!” replied Ethan, “I, I am the lucky one! I’ve seen Danny growing, laughing, crying, becoming the wonderful person he is now! He is such a brilliant boy, but he is because he has managed not to lose the qualities he had when I was holding him in my arms eleven years ago. He has nothing of the sad cynicism affecting so many boys of his age nowadays… Ok, I had to ‘encourage’ him with some money the first few times he came here…”

“You WHAT?!” exclaimed Baby-Bro.

“...but he came of his own will pretty soon, believe me, he really likes you, Baby!”

“Why did you do that? To buy my sister’s love? Or what?” said a very angry 12-year-old.

“Well, if you must know, I did it for you…”

“ME?” Baby-Bro could not understand where all this was going.

“Yes! And Danny. I saw two great kids, one of them my wonderful brother, the other one the cute, witty brother of my girlfriend. Two great, great kids, but so lonely, I wanted to do something for them, I wanted them to meet. I had to use the money-trick with Danny, otherwise he would have never come here in the first place! Was that so wrong?”

Baby-Bro looked away from Ethan’s blue-eyed stare. Actually, only a very naïve person could have thought that a ‘normal’ 10-year-old would have come to his house without any… ‘incentives’. But he knew also that Danny was sincere when he told him the night before “I owe it all to you”.

“I know you meant well…” said Baby-Bro in an almost apologetic tone of voice, “You actually did well, I like Danny very much…”

“And he loves you too, Baby!” said the blue eyes, “And I love you too, very, very much… You remind me of Danny a great deal and when I saw him in diapers this morning…” Was there a tear coming out of those blue, blue eyes? “When I saw him like that, I knew the baby I used to hold in my arms had come back! No! I knew he had never left me! O, Baby, have you any idea how thankful I am to you for that?”

“I only gave a little push…” said cheekily Baby-Bro, “After all, you brother seems to need a little push from time to time…” referring to Ethan’s bribing Danny to become his friend.

“You cheeky… you!” laughed Ethan, “You are something, you know that?”

The two boys remained in silence for few minutes, looking at each other from time to time, smiling. Baby-Bro felt the irresistible urge to say something to Danny’s brother, but each time he was going to open his mouth he looked away, blushing.

“What is it, Baby?” asked Ethan, smiling, “Are you chewing a gum or do you want to tell me something?”

“O, Ethan, I wished you were my brother too! I love you!” There, he said it, no coming back now! The 21-one-year-old took his hands in his own:

“Do you think I would have ever trusted my little brother to a boy I did not love as much as I love you? Besides, I’m your brother-in-law to be – take the ‘in-law’ part away, that makes us brothers, right?”

“Right!” shouted Baby-Bro jumping at his neck.

“So” said Ethan kissing the boy’s cheek, “Will you tell me your name now that we’re brothers?”

“O, you know the answer to that!” replied the cheeky diaper boy.

A couple of months later, Brian’s reaction to a diapered Danny was even more astonishing than Ethan’s:

“So, I guess I’m the next on the line, huh?” causing in Baby-Bro and Danny the most hysteric laughter. Brian did not actually even try to wear a diaper for the following months, “I might like them too much!” he would say, but Baby-Bro managed to involve him in the biggest challenge his famous brain ever came across: Turning all the boys of Earth into hopeless wetters and poopers. Brian the brain married the cause and, being the serious scientist he was already, he tried all methods he would come up with on himself! One could have not imagined a happier 14-year-old, the day he barged into Baby-Bro’s room shouting “I wet the bed! I wet the bed! I wet my f***ing beeeed!”, taking the boys and dancing with them in circles, celebrating one of his greatest successes: the pee-pill, a powerful mixture of melathonine, diphenhydramine, baclofen, diuretic hormone and a very tiny bit of clozapine (the pee-pill had not to be used for more than a couple of weeks). He had already written, with the help of the other two boys, some of the best hypnotic scripts ever, though their distribution was quite problematic – even if they found a movie producer allowing the hypnotic text to be added subliminally to the soundtrack, it was impossible to find a way of inducing boys to go to see the same movie for days and days. Besides, the text might have worked on girls, too! But the pee-pill had the advantage of working faster, much faster! But how could you have all the boys, and only the boys, taking it? Not to mention that P&G and K-C would have been too scared by the side effects of clozapine to take the risk of investing into further research.

“Boys, you are putting too much energy into looking at one side of the coin only!” said Baby-Cuz while on visit one day. The three older boys were still debating on how to get the pee-pills in the water supply of the football training camp, a place where one could be sure the majority of those who drank water were boys. What should be the ideal dosage? For how long?

“How do you mean, Cuz?” said Baby-Bro.

“Turning all boys of the world into wetting and pooping babies is not just about the boys of your age now. There is a generation of baby boys growing up in this very moment and what you want is to convince their parents never to potty-train them! In that way you won’t need any chemicals or hypnotic CDs or anything else. I mean, look at me! I never got out of diapers and that’s all it took to make me incontinent. Think about it!”

Baby-Cuz was right, of course. The three older boys exchanged looks and Brian said:

“Maybe if we concentrate for a while on what your cousin has just said, we will be able to come back in a few months to our present problems with teens and pre-teens with a fresher perspective.”

“Yeah, Cuz is right!” agreed Danny, rubbing the 8-year-old’s hair and prompting him to fake a fight with him.

“Ok” said Baby-Bro, “But if we want to convince parents to leave their toddlers in diapers for ever, we need a lot of help… ehm… we have to prove that for a boy being in diapers is better than being potty trained. But it must be real proof, not just a clever advertising campaign, though that will have to come too, and I’m sure the corporations will help with that. By the way, I want the three of you to meet these people – it is not fair for me to take all the merits of what we’ve done until now. I’m gonna arrange an appointment for the four of us, our parents and a few lawyers with the CEOs of those two companies! Danny, how is Ethan doing with his social science studies?”

“O, he loves that stuff so much he couldn’t be anything but the best! Especially the statistics!”

“Good, we will need his help!”

Baby-Bro was a born organiser and leader. He had managed to convince even Brian’s most doubtful parents – the prospects of the money to be made was simply too mind-boggling and sending Brian to the best university of the country would become a certainty instead of a dream. The deal agreed with both corporations, which were about to merge into one in the following months, left the corporate accountants crying like babies, though Danny would prove soon after the huge amount of money they were worth by designing the ‘sky-pooper’, a diaper portraying a blue sky scattered with a few white fluffy clouds sold under the trade name of “Sky Dreamers”. It was the swimmer version of the diaper which made it so popular among boys of all ages (they even made size 11!). The increase of its sales by 117% in two months was enough for the four boys to get their own apartment-offices right below those of the two companies CEOs. But Brian did not stay hands in hand either – and a couple of months after the signature of the deal, he produced ‘The’ baby-cream, an amazing ointment whose incredibly sweet smell was addictive for children and adults alike. It came in two versions, one for girls and one for boys and the skin-protecting properties of the latter were matched only by its slightly de-sensitizing effects on the skin nerve receptors, making sure the boy wouldn’t be able to tell whether he was dry, wet or pooped – the first real blow against any attempt of successful potty-training for boys!

Ethan’s involvement in the adventure, meant weeks of data collection, analysis and correlation. Interestingly enough, someone else was doing the same kind of research at the same time and the results made more that one person very, very worried, if not downright unhappy… The statistics of the last eighteen months – i.e. since Baby-Bro’s first appearance on TV – showed a number of trends which, however unrelated at a first glance, were nonetheless evolving in parallel or opposite direction. An increase in the sales of diapers for older boys was a pretty obvious thing to expect. But a corresponding decrease in the sales of knives and guns or in drug consumption! And the declining slope in the crime rate! And the reduction in the number of hours spent in front of a TV set or a computer together with an improvement in the school marks in those areas where the diapers sold the most! The drop in ADHD cases! Ethan was so affected by these first tentative analyses that he even tried simulations on the computer at his college, with amazing results! Now that was real evidence that diapers had positive effects on boys! He could already imagine school authorities, women’s right movements, parents associations, MDs and maybe even churches building an alliance fighting against potty-training for boys all over the world!

However, his own enthusiasm notwithstanding, he did his best to keep the four boys with their feet on the ground – he was a serious researcher and knew perfectly well that eighteen months of data was not enough to build the strongest case for keeping boys in diapers all their life. Three years of data, very circumstantiated, area by area, should have been the very minimum for that.

“Show this to the corporations, but only for planning purposes. It is still too early to come out publicly with that!” was his piece of advice to the boys.

As often is the case in life, however, something unforeseen forces you to play in advance the cards you were sparing for the future. Not long after the boys went to P&G and K-C with the most precious information, one could read an article sponsored by the National Gun Association in the main national newspapers: ‘Is someone trying to raise a nation of people unable to defend themselves?’ read the title. ‘There might be corporations out there wanting you to believe that keeping your boys in diapers lowers their chances to become violent people. But can one seriously think for a moment that a diapered boy is the best raw material for making future husbands capable of protecting their families or soldiers defending their country?’

“The die is cast, Ethan” said an adumbrated Baby-Bro, “The next time I’m going to feature on a TV show, someone is bound to ask me these questions and I must have believable answers ready.”

“I know” sighed Ethan, while driving the boy home, “We’ll have to make with what we have in the most convincing way. They must have conducted the same research, the NGA and who knows who else. I can see this whole thing turning into something very, very nasty. You sure you wanna go ahead? The interests you are touching are huge! People are ready to kill for much, much less!”

And for the first time since his pact with Didee, the 12-year-old had the feeling his eternally young appearance was just an optical illusion. Inside he felt older, much older.

“Don’t mention any of this conversation to the other boys, certainly not to Cuzzy” he said to Ethan while getting off the car, “I need to talk to someone.”

“Baby-Bro!” said his sister opening the front door, “Guess who has come to spend the night with us…”

A Time to Love and a Time to Diaper

“Baby-Sir!” shouted the cousins as the diaper prince and a woman materialised in Ethan’s and Danny’s apartment.

“Hi, everybody!” said Baby-Sir, “This is Reena, my new personal… ehm… assistant”

“Look at those cutie baby-friends of yours, ha, ha!” laughed a black woman in her thirties. She was so big! And taller than Cirroc!

“Looks like our Baby-Sir went for a real mama…” whispered Ethan to Baby-Bro, who fell in love with Baby-Sir’s new ‘assistant’ instantly.

“Nice to meet you, ma’am!” shouted Baby-Cuz, who shared his cousin’s impression about the lady, “I’m Baby-Cuz!”

“O!” she said approaching the 8-year-old boy and taking him in her big arms, “So, you are the famous Baby-Cuzzy? Who would have said that the model of those statues was such a cute baby boy, ha, ha!”

“And what do we have here?” she said turning to Danny and Ethan, but still keeping Cuzzy in her arms, “Two babies who think they are big, big boys, but still need a very thi-cky didee on their butties, huh? Ha, ha!”

“Yes, ma’am, you got the picture right. I’m Ethan” smiled the 24-year-old, quickly raising his eyebrows a couple of times in his irresistible way.

“Oooo!” she said, “I can see hoards of crazy little mommies pushin’ each other out of the way and hopin’ to be the first to change your wet didee, huh? Ha, ha, ha!!”

“He is a killer, ma’am!” said Danny, “I’m his brother, Danny!”

“O!” she cooed, kissing Cuzzy and putting him down on the floor, “Danny baby! Ha, ha! Well, your brother might be a lady-killer, but I can tell you are the one makin’ all boys happy with this new diaper of yours! How do you call it?”

“It’s called…” said Danny blushing, “p… poop-eater”

The fat woman almost fell out of laughter: “Pooooooooop-eeeeaaaaaaaaater?! Ha, ha, ha!”

Her laughter was simply too contagious and all the boys found themselves crying their eyes out and holding their aching tummies.

“O, Danny baby!” she said, finally recovering her breath, “You know babies better than a big fat mama like myself! Ha, ha, ha!”

“Hi…” said Baby-Bro, shyly, “I’m…”

The huge woman lowered herself to have her own face at the height of the 12-year-old’s.

“I know who you are, little Baby-Bro” she said with such a sweet and cooing voice, that Baby-Bro thought he could cry of joy, “That black mama’s baby over there never stops talkin’ about you whenever I change his poopy didee…”

“He doesn’t?” asked Baby-Bro smiling at him. One could tell by the embarrassed look of Cirroc’s face, that all he wished was to be beamed back up to the ship again!

“By the way, baby boy!” she said to Cirroc in a voice which wouldn’t take ‘No’ for an answer, “Take off that fancy little-boy space-pyjama of yours! There is no need to pretend you are a big boy here! All your baby friends are wearin’ just their didees and you don’t wanna be impolite!”

Baby-Sir looked at the ceiling, sighing, but proceeded as his mama commanded. Looking at that big boy behaving like a young foal on the line between rebellion and obedience was a show Baby-Bro and the other boys would have not missed for the world! He looked so irresistibly cute! Baby-Bro could not stop wondering why the diaper-prince had changed his tastes for girls so dramatically. Did he have enough of young sex-bombs swallowing his banana or riding it? Was he looking for something touching deeper chords of his soul? And suddenly Baby-Bro had this very neat mental image of this big beautiful boy, always in charge on the ship, always on duty, nestling on this big mama’s lap after a diaper change and sucking one of her huge tits! Poor Baby-Sir! The responsibility of a ship on his shoulders, all those young girls wanting him to be a stud, the two cousins looking for protection at the sides of his tall body… ‘How selfish of me!’ thought Baby-Bro, ‘How could I not see that Cirroc is a baby no less than Cuz or me! How could I be so blind and ignore his need for someone taking care of him, someone making him feel loved and protected like the cute little baby he is!’

“Why, Danny baby!” exclaimed Reena, “Let’s have one of those, ha, ha!, poop-eaters for my baby boy to try!”

“You won’t recognise him, ma’am!” said Danny full of pride, “You can go to my room to change him.”

“Since when do babies have to be changed in private rooms on Diaper world? Is this a new regulation or somethin’?” said Reena as if someone had just told her the most absurd thing.

“O…” hesitated Danny, “I just thought that since he is… the ship commander…”

“Well, baby, he might command a ship, but I’m the one who commands when and where his diapered butty needs some cleanin’!”

“Mama… ehm, Reena!” pleaded an over-embarrassed Cirroc.

“You lie down on that table right now, young man! While Danny here brings one of his nice new diapers!”

Raising objections to whatever Reena said was simply impossible, particularly if you were a boy standing in front of her wearing just a wet diaper. And all the boys were certain by then, that Baby-Sir was only the first one in the row…

“Danny baby!” called Reena while the 16-year-old was in his room, “You may as well bring four more diapers – I don’t wanna my boy be the only one wearin’ a clean didee around here!”

Danny came back with five diapers and a box of wipes, rightly taking into account that Baby-Sir’s replicated diaper could not possibly have absorbed the boy’s poop, and a blushing diaper-prince prepared for a diaper change in front of four boys – it was the first time after centuries!

How many diaper changes had the boys experienced in their lives? Half a million? Less? More? And yet as Baby-Sir’s mama opened his diaper the four diapered spectators thought they would die!

“Geez, Sirry!” exclaimed Cuz pinching his own nose, “That’s a weapon of mass destruction!”

“O” cooed the fat mama, “It’s that replicated food my baby has been eatin’ for all these months! But here we will have some real veggies and good food, won’t we, little baby?”

She lifted the boy’s legs with one hand as if they weighed hundred grams each and began to wipe off the appalling mess on his bum. One could tell Baby-Sir was at least relieved to have his long legs covering his face, while a horrified crowd watched the detestable mixture of stool pieces suspended in a dark brown gooey, almost runny stuff leaking along his crack. Danny held the bin in which Reena dropped the wipes as if it were a nuclear waste container. And yet, little by little, the firm buttocks of the young prince began to shine in their splendour again, revealing the most beautiful elongated, powerful hole at their centre, a hole so nice and cheeky at the same time that they all could imagine it saying ‘What you are looking at, boys?’.

“Who would have said that there was a cute little baby bum under all that mess!” cooed Reena. As a matter of fact, especially after the horrible bin with its toxic waste had disappeared, all boys had to admit that Baby-Sir’s beauty could drive crazy girls and boys alike, particularly when looking at his proud boyhood ready to take off like a rocket! Baby-Sir himself was happy to be at the centre of the general attention thanks to his amazing companion rather than to his most offensive poop. He lied with his hands behind his nape, enjoying the electrical glances the other boys stole at his big, but slender friend, knowing the violence they had to use on themselves to resist touching it in front of his mama.

“Here comes the didee for my baby!” cooed Reena, lifting Cirroc’s legs once more and laying the diaper underneath him. The sudden softness below his buttock made him jerk.

“Wow!” he said, “Danny, they were…were…” his voice sounded younger and younger, “wight ‘bout yo… goo, goo, goo! Di-deeee!” As mama sealed the diaper on him (in female hands the poop-eater was usually less prone to automatic folding and sealing), he began to babble like a very, very little baby. He rocked back and forth, keeping his legs high, his feet plants against each other, patting and caressing the amazingly soft and smooth diaper, and as the poop-eater responded by tightening its bulky grip on him, he wailed like a newborn.

The boys knew exactly what he was going through and took their revenge on his being in control of their desire to touch his boyhood before. Now it was them – or at least, that’s what they liked to think – in control of his diaper delight.

“O! Baby! Come here, come!” said Reena offering her breast to the little baby who began to suck greedily, moaning and gulping softly at the same time.

The four boys watched the live performance of a Madonna con il Bambino in a state of trance, the cousins with their thumbs in their mouth, the brothers behind them, embracing them, resting their head on their shoulders.

“Danny baby!” she interrupted the magical silence, beckoning the diaper inventor who approached the sacred scene, “I’ve never seen my baby like this! Thank you!” and kissed Danny on his cheek.

Baby-Bro looked at the happy diaper-prince who had found his babyhood again. He was so happy for him and so irritated with himself! Ok, two-hundred years may justify forgetting about a thing or two… But how could he have forgotten in all that time that Baby-Sir was the 3-year-old playing with him and Cuz at the very beginning of this incredible adventure? A restless little boy who found his happiness again when put back to diapers – that was what Cirroc was, his present 5’ 11” notwithstanding! ‘Do you know what it means to take a diapered little boy in your arms?’ Ethan asked him once. Yes! He knew, thanks to Cirroc! He remembered now vividly the night Cirroc’s mother left her boy at their house, because her sister was at the hospital. It was such a difficult moment of his life, the first real challenge to Didee’s project of turning all the boys of the world into diaper babies, the National Gun Association obviously aware of the project and ready to use every possible mean to stop it! He came back home and as his sister opened the door, Baby-Sir ran toward him shouting his name. Taking that happy 5-year-old in his arms made him forget all the bitterness in an instant! The baby smell of his beautiful skin! That was the sign that Didee walked with the little boy, in the same way he did with Cuzzy! The boy who never wore underwear and the boy who spent only a month without diapers, both blessed by Didee’s infinite grace! Cirroc was no doubt worthy of entering the dome, though he had never asked him to do so.

Baby-Bro approached mama and her baby and caressed his head.

“Look who has come to see you!” cooed Reena softly to Baby-Sir.

The diaper baby prince opened his eyes and inserted his fingers between Baby-Bro’s fingers, in exactly the same way he did while the two were sleeping together in the 12-year-old’s crib that incredible night two-hundred years ago! He could feel Didee’s presence in the boy now as he did that night. He remembered vividly the 5-year-old Cirroc’s baby smell filling the room, his sleeping smile conveying a luminescent aura to the crib and every object in the room, his immaculate diaper glowing benevolently… He kissed the sleeping angel on his little nape and shoulders, so delicately, so lightly, to let him sleep further, but also to let him know, nonetheless, how honoured, lucky and happy beyond reason he felt for his trusting him with his precious baby sleep!

Isn’t this something worth fighting for? said Didee.

Baby-Bro nodded, holding the 5-year-old slightly tighter, kissing his hair.

Can you imagine what a world of angels would look like?

“O! Didee! Why can’t they?” whispered the 12-year-old.

O, don’t let them fool you! They can! Only they don’t like it…

“But why? Why?” asked Baby-Bro, almost weeping.

Do you remember when I mentioned the toilets the night of our deal?

The guardian of the angel nodded.

Well, I’m afraid it is much more than that. They are only a part of the problem, and not even a big one, if I have to be honest. After all, one can eventually make a deal with them. No, no. The problem is elsewhere, but you had not sufficient elements to understand this at that time. Do you remember when I said I was an idea?

The boy nodded once more.

Well, I am not the only one, of course. And we are all competing for resources, attention. And unfortunately in this fierce competition some ideas try to get rid of others, they have too! In my case, I have several competitors, but two of them are particularly nasty – violence and power! And believe you me they need a really messy world to strive on, a world of people fighting each other, a world of frustrated people ready to embrace their fatal cause! And how do you frustrate so many people? By taking away from them the most precious thing they have ever had – their innocent, beautiful, happy babyhood. By making them believe that life cannot be but unfair and that you can only survive at the expenses of others. ‘Well, if fierce competition is true for ideas, why shouldn’t it be for people?’ you might wonder. That’s an acute observation, of course. But, you see, there is one very, very important difference between ideas and people: the former don’t die. Ideas, as I said many times, are like viruses, maybe you think you have killed one, but you actually got rid only of one of its many, many copies…

This is why, even if I’d love to see some ideas disappear once and for ever, I know they won’t, I can only hope to contain them. And if I can’t see ideas die, you should not see people die, no matter how much you might want that one day… because should you ever kill one person, the violent idea inhabiting that person will pass automatically on to you, so your killing would turn out to be totally useless, wouldn’t it?

Baby-Bro nodded.

Besides, don’t forget that behind every person, even the most detestable one, even the most mean one, even the most ugly… once was a baby exactly like the one you are holding in your arms now… I know, it is difficult to believe, but that baby is still there somewhere in them, maybe he is scared and hiding, maybe he is unhappy and throwing tantrums whose consequences he does not even realise, but he is there and your task is to get him out.

“How?” asked the 12-year-old.

Work on and with the babies and boys surrounding that person – it is in them that he still sees the projection of his own childhood, especially when he is alone with them.

“What if he doesn’t have any children of his own?”

Then you’ll provide one for him. Create the appropriate circumstances, the rest will come. You see, children have a natural sense of justice and equality. Have you ever noticed how a little boy reproached for doing something an adult normally does, like speaking while others speak, replies exactly by pointing out that contradiction? Give enough time to a child to spend with an adult alone, and it will be the latter who learns from the former.

“That’s all very true and interesting what you are saying. But how do I face the NGA concretely?” asked Baby-Bro.

Baby! Wearing diapers and using them doesn’t mean you have to be dumb! I told you exactly what you need to know! Use it!

“Alright! Alright! No need to get upset with me!” said the 12-year-old almost scared.

“I no’ upse’ wee you…” said the 5-year-old sleeping Cirroc turning to him, kissing him on his chest.

“I know that, Baby-Sir!” whispered Baby-Bro, embracing him tighter and kissing his baby hair, “I know that. Go back to sleep now, baby. Your Baby-Bro is here to take care of you, sweet baby angel… hush!”

“Ok, babies!” said Reena, bringing Baby-Bro and everyone else to the present and with their feet on the ground, “Who is next for a diaper change? You don’t wanna spend the rest of the night around this table! It’s beddy time already!”

“I’ll be next and then Cuzzy, so we can go straight to beddy!” said Danny.

“But I want to sleep with Baby-Bro too!” protested the 8-year-old.

“Boys!” said Reena, “No need to quarrel! I think it’s such a rare opportunity for the five of you to be together that you wanna sleep all in the same bed, how about that?”

“Cooool!” shouted the five babies in unison.

Reena changed the remaining four boys in a few minutes and after a round at the toothbrush, the five ended in Ethan’s big bed – the 24-year-old in the middle, Baby-Bro straddling between Ethan and Cirroc, and Cuz straddling between Ethan and Danny.

“Nightie night, sugar cubes!”

“Night, mama!” replied the happy five and happiness itself became a physical entity in that bed, as every boy knew the four boys he loved most where right there, though for a while none of them seemed to want to admit that to the others – they were still boys! Diaper wearing little Tarzans not willing to show any of the weaknesses typical of girls! And so they spent half an hour making jokes about each other’s smelly diapers, making silly faces and pinching their noses, chuckling at each other’s farts and burps while making a competition out of it or pinching each other’s diapered pee-pee to see who had wet already. But as minutes went by, the rowdy and joking atmosphere gradually subsided, while the fist-fight on one side of the bed became a pair of hands holding each other and the playful wrestling on the other side of the bed turned into the most tender embrace. And as Danny had Cuzzy’s head resting on his chest, he could feel his brother’s arm around his shoulders, while the 8-year-old felt the reassuring arm of his cousin on his back. Baby-Bro and Ethan took care of Cirroc, covering him with sweet little kisses… Suddenly every body was aware that there was no need to be a ‘big’ boy anymore, and the greatest sense of baby freedom took possession of them all, while boy voices turned into baby sounds – yearning little moans or happy prattles – and five cumbersome diapers took care of their respective baby boys…

I am Love! said Didee’s voice in their dream. Five boys and five diapers in one bed of love. Dreaming the same sweet, wet, poopy dream… No jealousy, no divisions, no rivalries. Only the infinite power of shared loving. Babying while being babied. Babies babying babies. Thumbs filling yearning mouths, toes cuddling happy toes, legs snuggling along joyful legs. Thick diapers colliding their fluffy bulge with a dull rumble, their plastic skins screeching languidly, like ice floes in springtime, melting in a see of sweaty smooth skin, diluting their content for the whole world to savour. Five boys, five cousins, five puppies, five brothers, five babies… a clumsy, sleepy cosiness made of faltering hugs, sweet baby kisses, curious fingers playing with soft, adorable earlobes, little hands landing on baby cheeks, cute knees bumping into smooth and soft plastic pants, puffy diapers stumbling on each other like polar bear cubs staging a playful fight, infant bodies overwhelmed by the stupefied affection which marks the discovery of love. Five boys, five diapers. One love. Was it electricity? Chemistry? What? Was it… sex? What an inadequate – if not downright misleading – concept to describe the events occurring within and without those diapers that endless night!

First, the diapers never came off and none of their happy guests peeked out – mama Reena had diapered all the boys so tight, that the lively bulge of the poop-eaters between their thighs overpowered them beyond recovery, inducing them more and more in a state of unyielding babyhood in which hands touched diapers only for short moments of playful curiosity or sleepy distraction.

Second, we will never find out whether any boy juice was released or not, because the following the day the five boys celebrated their very own, private version of the Boypee festival and the crystal clear waters of the blessed river washed away for ever the precious content of their sacred diapers.

Third, how could a word, any word possibly describe the entire universe collapsing in on a cosy bed crowded with happiness? Was that joyous island adrift in the ocean of time worth the creation of the universe, the beauty of nature, the depth of the ocean, the silence of the desert, the rise and fall of the finest civilisations, the pyramids, the hanging gardens of Babylon, Granada’s Alhambra, the achievements of art and science, Leonardo’s Gioconda, Bach’s fugues, Beethoven’s last quartets, the discovery of electricity, the invention of the plane, the theory of relativity, the atrocities of history, the whips and scornes of time, the oppressors wrong, the poor man’s contumely, the pangs of dispraised love, the law’s delay, the insolence of office, and the spurnes that patient merit of the unworthy takes as the Bard of Avon famously put it?

O, you bet it was! And in the deep recesses of their minds they knew it too and savoured every nanosecond of that night, as if sensing that soon, very soon they would part, without knowing if another opportunity for the five of them to be together would present itself again. As the dramatic events of part V will show, they were only too right about their assumptions…

The Grapes of Humiliation

“Baby-Bro? Are you actually happy to wear diapers? Do you consider yourself physically challenged or a normal boy?” asked the anchorman.

“I consider myself a normal boy who needs to wear diapers. I wasn’t happy at the beginning, but I’ve come to fully accept them as part of my clothing. They are not my enemies – on the contrary, they are there to help, like a pair of glasses for a short-sighted boy”

“Yet you don’t get teased if your wear glasses…”

“O, you know, they used to tease boys wearing glasses once, but now that many boys wear them that’s no longer a big deal.”

“What are you saying? That more boys should wear diapers for those like you not to be teased?”

“There are already many boys who wear diapers, only you don’t know that because they hide it. 20% of five-year-old boys, 12% of eight-year-old ones, 7.5% of eleven-year-olds and 5.4% of thirteen-year-olds wet their bed and wear diapers for that. Have you any idea how many boys that makes? I’m not talking only about our country. Think of the world, where the young share of the population is much larger than here. There are two billions kids with less than fifteen years on this planet!”

“Yes, but they are not all wetting their beds nor wearing diapers, are they?”

“Of course not, but still, we’re talking of hundreds of millions who do and who wear diapers or would do if only their parents could afford them…”

“Ha, ha! I can hear the environmentalists crying out already! Imagine hundreds of millions of diapers changed every day on our planet – I mean, I’m not even sure there are landfills or incinerators enough for all that! And what about global warming?”

“I guess either we’ll gradually move back to the old cloth diapers and plastic pants…” said Baby-Bro, “or we’ll find some other form of reusable diapers”

“Are you actually working on that? We know you are an advisor to the corporation which resulted from the recent merger of Procter & Gamble and Kimberley – Clark, er… what’s it called?”

“It’s called ‘Big Boy Diapers’ and, yes, we are working on a new kind of diaper, more friendly to the environment…”

“Any promising results yet?”

“I cannot tell you… yet” said Baby-Bro, smiling.

“Baby-Bro, many people are surprised by your self-confidence… You said you consider yourself a normal boy who needs diapers, but when listening to you one wonders if boys in diapers have something special… is that so?”

“I don’t know what you mean by special and you’ll certainly never hear me say that diaper boys are superior or stupid stuff like that… however there are interesting studies which seem to show that boys in diapers are less aggressive or prone to violence and more willing to follow their parents advice and less distracted by – can I say this on telly? – sex, because… ehm… the source of their distraction is – if I can say so – out of… reach. As a consequence they study more and have more time to help out at home.”

“Well, if that is indeed the case, I’m sure many parents might be having ideas right now while their boys will hate you for that! Ha, ha!” laughed the anchorman, “Ok! We’ll leave you for a couple of minutes, then we’ll take a few calls from home for Baby-Bro!”

I used to wake up in a cold bed every morning… said an 11-year-old boy face.

My mum was sick of washing my dirty undies… said a 7-year old boy face.

I was teased at school for peeing my shorts… said a 9-year-old boy face.

And you thought wearing diapers was embarrassing? smiled a 13-year-old boy, the camera stepping back to show a thick, blu-sky-and-white-clouds diaper on an athletic body.

With Sky Dreamers my bed is always dry! said the 11-year-old jumping on his bed in just his diaper.

My mom loves Sky Dreamers! smiled the 7-year-old while being served a piece of cake while wearing just his diaper.

My school mates say Sky Dreamers are cool! said the diaper wearing 9-year-old surrounded by a group of smiling boys in the changing room.

Sky Dreamers… and your dreams come true! said the 13-year-old, while being awarded a gold medal on a podium.

Sky Dreamers – said a voice while the camera showed four packages portraying the four boys wearing their diapers – come in size 7, 8, 9 and 10 in thickness 1, 2, 3 and… 4! For those heavy wetting champions! Forget about wet beds and dirty underwear! Let Sky Dreamers make your dreams come true! Sky Dreamer – a Big Boy Diaper!

Now also swimmer and size 11! Shouted a beautiful 16-year-old before diving in a swimming-pool.

“Welcome back. Where are you calling from?”

“I’m Jay from Pannolino, New Jersey. Baby-Bro, don’t you think that by encouraging boys to wear diapers you will make them less willing to try really hard to cure their bed wetting?”

“Hi, Jay” said Baby-Bro, “you speak as if wetting the bed were an illness”

“It isn’t?” interrupted a stupefied anchorman.

“No, it’s not. Bed wetting, or peeing your pants or having accidents for that matter, is a condition, not an illness. Think about it! Do you feel pain for wetting your bed? Do you feel sick or anything like that? Can anyone honestly say that being incontinent is harmful to the health of your body? Of course not! We are all incontinent at birth and babies don’t get ill because of that, do they? So it is a social thing, not an illness! If people did not laugh at you, there wouldn’t be anything special about wearing diapers, would it? So, it’s people who must change, see things from a different perspective, possibly the same perspective of a diaper wearing boy. There is nothing wrong with you, kids! If you wet your bed or pants, wearing a diaper is the most logical thing! Don’t trust those who say they are your friends and then laugh at you when they find out. I mean, what kind of ‘friends’ are they?”

“There is another caller for Baby-Bro. Hi, could you tell us your name and where you call from?” said the anchorman.

“Hi, I’m Sarah and I’m calling from Dicke Windel, Indiana. Baby-Bro I really like you very much and agree with the things you say. I’ve been watching you for two years now and… well what’s your secret? You don’t seem to get any older! Do diapers have anything to do with that? Please, please, tell us!”

“Well, you seem to have a great fan of yours in Indiana!” exclaimed the anchorman, “And I’m sure her question is on the mouth of many, many people! Baby-Bro, what’s your secret?”

“People don’t believe me when I say this, but I don’t really know!” lied the eternal 12-year-old, “I’ve been going through so many tests and every time the scientists investigating my ‘age-stasis” – as they call it – seem to be more and more puzzled! Though some of them seem to understand better now what actually happens to me. You know they say that your cells get replaced all your life by new ones, and that whenever they divide – they call it mitosis – a tiny fragment at the end of their chromosomes, called telomere, gets shorter and shorter, until it disappears completely and from then on your DNA starts to lose pieces, so to speak, at each division. This is why people get old, because the DNA of their cells loses in quality after each division and in the end the cells it contributes to build are less and less functional. Well, in my case this does not seem to happen, but they don’t know why… Is it the diapers? Who knows, but I certainly like to think so.”

“But then” said the anchorman, “how do you explain old people getting older despite their wearing diapers?”

“O, I don’t know” said Baby-Bro, “It’s just a fantasy of mine, take it for what it is, though the idea of staying forever a boy by just wearing diapers is quite tempting, don’t you think?”

“Well, we’ll see if our next caller has something to say on that!”

“Hello, my name is Jonathan and I call from Mucho-Panales, New Mexico. What do you think of those people on the net who wear diapers without needing them? I don’t wanna even say their name because I think they are sick disgusting perverts.”

“Hi, Jonathan” answered Baby-Bro, “You know? I’ve never really thought about them. Let me go through this with you right now. Say I can’t walk and need a wheelchair – would I feel offended if I found out that there were people using wheelchairs even if they can walk? Mhh, I guess yes, if it turned out they were doing this to mock me and others like me. But I guess not, if they had a reason of their own for wanting to use a wheelchair. It’s a free country! So I think the answer to your question depends on the intention of each of those persons considered individually.”

“My name is Rod and I’m calling from La-Couche, Louisiana. Is our nation simply going crazy? Who will protect our families the day the Commies or the terrorists will strike us once more? A bunch of sick old babies? You make me puke!”

“Have you any idea!” shouted Baby-Bro, “How many people who served our country came back from field battles having to wear diapers because of the wounds they suffered? Do you really believe that if they were given the chance to protect our country again they wouldn’t do so? Shame on you!”

“Well said!” said the anchorman, surprising himself.

“You were sooooooo GREAT last night!” said Ethan appearing on the doorstep of his office-apartment in the new Big Boy Diapers Building.

“Ethan! Come in!” smiled Baby-Bro. Ethan was wearing a new pair of sport-trousers, slightly bigger than his size.

“You know my parents were simply astonished by the way you replied to that bastard. They applauded!” said the 22-year-old approaching Baby-Bro’s desk, “And Danny! He ran toward the TV-set, embraced it and said ‘This is my best friend!’. O, he is so proud of you, Baby! I mean, we all are!”

“I owe it to you, Ethan. The amazing work you’ve done, the statistics…”

“O, but the examples were your own! It is thanks to them that you brought those statistics to life! The guys in the Social Sciences Faculty were amazed! They all want to meet you!”

“Well, I prepared myself a little, I tried my best to imagine the kind of questions they were going to ask me, and luckily those were exactly the questions I expected…”

The two boys exchanged a short glance, then looked away from each other. Were they feeling uncomfortable?

“You know one of the senators I wrote to has answered?” said Ethan, trying to break an invisible ice.

“Who is he?” replied the 12-year-old, agreeing to Ethan’s attempt.

“Senator Todd Lure, California. He said he was impressed by the statistics and the projections. He would like to meet you!”

“Wow! Well done, Ethan! When do you think I can see him? Should I go to Washington or is he willing to come here?”

“I would think he would feel more at ease if the first meeting took place here… you know, discretion and all that…”

“Of course… should I hide the changing table when he comes here?” said Baby-Bro and both boys laughed for a moment. Then silence fell again between them. Shy, quick glances. What was going on?

“What is it, Ethan?” said the 12-year-old, resolved to go to the heart of the matter.

“Sorry?” said the youth.

“What is happening here? Why do we have so many difficulties in talking naturally?” looked at him Baby-Bro.

“I… I… don’t know” said Ethan. Baby-Bro had never seen him that shy before! “You are quite a personality now, Baby-Bro… I mean, you are famous! Maybe one day soon you’ll just get tired of us, of people like me!” Ethan voice quivered.

“I thought we were brothers!” exclaimed the 12-year-old, “What is this all about?”

“You don’t have to feel obliged for what you said once” said Ethan, shaking, “Things change. You are so important now that I could only understand if you wanted to…”

“To?” asked Baby-Bro, as if trying to take words out of Ethan’s mouth with a corkscrew.

“You might want a better husband now for your sister…” Ethan was on the brink of crying.

“Let’s sit on the floor NOW! Before you add any more crap to what you’re saying, brother! Letting a desk staying between us is the biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my life. Come on! On the floor!”

Ethan followed Baby-Bro’s instruction and the 12-year-old sat down right in front of him, looking up to him.

“Try to repeat the stupid things you were babbling before and see if you succeed…” challenged him the 12-year-old with a cheeky smile. Ethan saw again the boy he knew, his girlfriend’s brother, his brother’s best buddy. Above all, he saw his wet diapers. For the first time in his life, he touched Baby-Bro right there.

“You wet…” he said shyly.

“After all the crap you said it’s a wonder I’m just wet!” laughed the boy.

“O, Baby!” embraced him Ethan, taking him in his lap, “I’m sorry! I don’t know what got into me! But I really admire you so much!”

“But we are all together in this, Ethan! Can’t you see?”

“I guess so…” sighed the 22-year-old.

“You guess so?” said an amused Baby-Bro, “I want you to repeat after me ‘I am together with Baby-Bro and the boys in this’!”

“I… I’m together with Baby-Bro and the boys in this…” hesitated Ethan.

“You can do better than that, brother!”

“I am together with Baby-Bro and the boys in this.”

“I want you to believe it and show to me that you believe it!”

“I AM TOGETHER WITH BABY-BRO AND THE BOYS IN THIS!” shouted the youth.

“Now, that’s my brother!” said Baby-Bro relieved, “So, why don’t you start by showing me what you are hiding under those fancy sport-trousers…”

Ethan blushed beyond recognition: “Er… er…”

“There’s no doubt you and Danny are siblings!” laughed the 12-year-old, sitting back on the floor again, “Come on, brother, stand up and show me!”

Ethan stood up and began to lower the trouser as far as his thighs. He looked at Baby-Bro with a silly smile, like a little boy caught steeling sweets: “They… they don’t look as pretty as yours…” he said revealing a very plain adult diaper.

“It’s a start, Ethan, it’s a start…” said the 12-year-old, scanning the diaper whose main bulk was the result of Ethan’s big resting cock.

“You look so great in diapers that I wanted to see what it was like to…” said Ethan with a quivering voice.

“O,” said the 12-year-old standing up and running his hand on the youth’s diaper, “I can see a baby boy now, a big baby boy who’s been waiting all these years before deciding to wear what you’ve always wanted to wear all along, eh?”

“It was enough to see them on Danny or to imagine him wearing them until…” said Ethan, shaking slightly.

“Until?” encouraged him Baby-Bro.

“Until I met you…”

“Does my sister know?”

“No!” almost sobbed the scared youth, “This is the first one I’ve ever worn! I swear!”

“Ethan! Relax!” said Baby-Bro taking his big hands, “I was just asking out of curiosity! Besides, I can bet all you want that this is not the first diaper you’ve ever worn!”

“Hi, hi, hi! You are right…” giggled sheepishly the big boy.

“And I don’t think my sister would turn you down for that… She thinks all boys should stay in diapers because they simply cannot stay clean… you would only make her happy by proving that she is right!”

“But she considers me a man!” replied anxiously Ethan, “I bet she sees me as the father of her future children, not like one of them!”

“All I know is that she sees the piece of flesh every male carries between his legs as a perennial leaking pee-hose, a ‘hopeless dribbler’ as she calls it. She would never want one for herself, but of course she is not stupid and knows very well it takes one of those hopeless dribblers to get pregnant. I bet she quite likes to play with one as big as yours every now and then, but, tell me, have you ever noticed her look when she picks up from the floor one of your used undies? Handling it as if it was some sort of infectious piece of cloth?”

Ethan burst out laughing, realising how well the boy knew his sister, and than stopped suddenly – ‘That’s why she never takes it in her mouth without me begging her on my knees!’ he thought, seeing one big piece of a puzzle falling into the right place.

“Can’t you see how she is just waiting to put one more hopeless dribbler in a thick diaper, so that she can really feel she has the control on it and prevent the mess it causes from contaminating the tidy world she lives in?” said the 12-year-old.

“You mean…” asked Ethan, “I should let her change me?”

“Baby, you’ll have to!” explained Baby-Bro, “And be prepared – her changing your didees will create a greater link between the two of you, but you’ll be just a boy after that! If you think of yourself as the one who has the lead in the couple… well forget about it! A boy standing in front of a woman wearing just his wet diaper – not to mention a poopy one! – is practically powerless. You may have arguments with her on all subjects you like, but in the end you will be doing exactly what she says. If you ever end up having children with her, you can be sure you will be their eldest brother, not their father! She’ll be changing your diapers in front of them, immediately after she’s changed theirs, you get the picture?”

Ethan stood silent, his head bent down, like a little kid. Was he really sure he wanted all the things Baby-Bro had just mentioned? Was that 12-year-old in diapers worth all this?

“You think she’ll let me change my children’s diapers?” he asked suddenly.

“Why would you want to do that?” inquired Baby-Bro.

“I changed Danny’s diapers, both when he was a baby and in the last year…” said shyly Ethan, “He likes it when I’m changing him, I think I am good at that…”

“You do, huh? Ehm… we’ll see…” said Baby-Bro, in an almost secretive way, “However, my sister will never accept that in her presence, though she might tolerate it in her absence. Do what you like when she is not home, but don’t bring up the subject with her. Your life will change Ethan, do you understand that?”

“Y… yes…”, lied Ethan.

“And don’t think she will put you in the kind of diapers you are wearing now… she’ll put you into real thick ones, do you understand?”

“O, can’t I keep these ones?” almost pleaded the youth, “I’m in college, I have to be discreet…”

“There is nothing discreet about being a baby in diapers, don’t you get that?” replied a less and less patient Baby-Bro, as if confronted with a really dumb pupil.

“But I’m twenty-two!” said Ethan, as if recovering the last bit of manly pride.

“Yeah, twenty-two months!” replied Baby-Bro, looking at him straight in the eyes, “That’s how you have to consider yourself from now on, Ethan – a baby. And believe me, the sooner you start, the better. Besides, you might be even more convincing in your analyses once you wear really thick big baby diapers, no?”

‘God! That boy is such a cunning bastard! He’s got an answer for everything!’ thought Ethan.

“Shall I call a changing girl now?” asked Baby-Bro, though both knew he meant ‘I will get a changing girl now!’.

“What… what would your sister say if she knew another girl had changed me before she did?” said a worried 22-year-old.

“Don’t worry, baby.” smiled cheekily the 12-year-old, “My sister is never going to be jealous of the ‘girl’ I’m calling now… Mrs Jones!” he said, pressing the intercom button, “Could you please join me in my studio with one size 9 and a size 11? Both thickness 4, please!”

‘That’s it!’ thought Ethan, ‘I’m f***ed! You wanted to have that stupid diaper and now there is no way of going back! Baby-Bro! You better love me the same way I do or I’ll kill ya!’

“You may as well take off your trousers, you know? There is no point in pretending with Mrs Jones. A boy wearing a diaper in front of a woman, remember? She’ll read you through like a flipping book!”

“Ok, ok, I get it!” said Ethan irritated, “There is no need to scare me off more than I am already!”

And as soon as he got his trousers off a plump little lady in her fifties appeared at the doorstep.

‘My God!’ shouted Ethan in his mind, ‘She could be my mother!’

“Please, come in, Mrs Jones” exclaimed Baby-Bro.

“Good afternoon, Mr Baby-Bro. I did not know if you preferred the Sky Dreamers or the new Brighties Mr Danny has created, so I brought a pair of both!” said the lady in a very kind voice.

“Mrs Jones! You are the best! I’m sure my brother here would be delighted to try the Brighties!”

“Why, Mr Baby-Bro” wondered the lady, “I didn’t know you had a brother…”

“This is my brother-in-law-to-be, he’s actually Danny’s big brother, Ethan.”

“How do you d…” was going to say a red-pepper-faced Ethan, but Mrs Jones didn’t even leave him the time to finish and said “Hi, sweetheart!”, as if talking to a boy of the same age as Baby-Bro’s or even younger! “Shall I change you first?”

“Er… er…” mumbled the paralysed college student.

“Come on, Ethan” said the 12-year-old, almost pushing him on the changing table opposite the desk, “You need to get over this.”

Ethan was like in a state of trance and as soon as he lied down on the changing table, he began to see everything like through a veil of mist, while the voices of Mrs Jones and Baby-Bro reached his ears like a distant echo.

“Ethan studies Social Science at college, he’s of great help in here!” said Baby-Bro.

“O, he’s such a big boy? But he still wets his pants and bed and needs diapers like a little baby, uh?” almost cooed the lady to him, while unfastening the tapes of his plain and still dry diaper. “And this diaper is too small for a big wee-wee boy like yourself, Nathan!”

“My name’s Ethan…” said the 22-year-old slowly recovering from his trance.

“You know only big thick didees” continued the lady, ignoring his remark, “can take care of all the pee your wee-wee makes, don’t you?”

“How are your children, Mrs Jones?” said Baby-Bro, “Ethan, you know Mrs Jones has two boys and two girls, and the eldest boy is as old as you, while the young boy is…”

“Fourteen, Andy” completed the sentence the lady while opening Ethan’s diaper and taking it away, “O, Mr Baby-Bro, they are well, now! You cannot imagine how grateful I am to you!”

“You know, Ethan” explained the 12-year-old, “Mrs Jones’ eldest boy, Nathan, was… ehm…”

“Obsessed with his ‘toy’!” said anxiously the lady, pushing Ethan’s legs high and back and wiping his bum, “At sixteen he began to play with it more and more often, ignoring his duties and homework…” The lady was now looking at the 22-year-old straight in his eyes. “Watching dirty movies on the net!”, she added in a scolding manner and Ethan had now the unpleasant feeling that she was talking to him as if he were her son.

“But when at eighteen…” she said as if suppressing a furious surge of rage, while almost slapping the baby cream on the student’s buttocks, “…he found out he could put it in his own mouth! Huh? Didn’t you, Nathan!” Ethan was sure now that she talked to him firmly believing that he was her son. ‘I am ETHAN!’ he wanted to shout, but the scary resemblance of Mrs Jones’ voice to that of his mother made it impossible for him to do that.

She lowered his legs with a violent push and began to wipe his crotch. “Why did you that, Nathan? Why? Why?” He did not know whether he felt more embarrassed or frightened by that woman whose face was capable of turning from the sweetest expression into the sternest mask within seconds, in exactly the same way he knew his own mother was capable of.

“Have you any idea of how disappointing all this is? After all we’ve done for you?” she shouted. Ethan was so scared now that his big willy shrank to unbelievably small proportions. “I mean!” she said, turning to Baby-Bro for a moment, “He spent the whole of the day and the night on his bed! Bent on his back, with his thing in his mouth! You know for a while when I heard all those sloppy sounds behind that door I thought he was sucking a lolly-pop! How stupid of me!” She began to cream Ethan’s shaft almost absentmindedly, moving her hand back and forth with rough movements, accompanying her words. “Where-do-they… get-such-ideas… huh?... The-internet?... Huh?...”

Ethan’s terror was gradually yielding in favour of sheer shame now, as his pecker seemed to appreciate the accidental massage. He tried to think painfully of the most dull things he could imagine: his table lamp, the glove compartment in his car, an excel sheet full of data… But Mrs Jones proceeded with the involuntary mercilessness typical of all people whose thoughts are absorbed into something distant: “I-mean… I-had-to-shout… from-down-stairs… I-was-coming… to-his-room… for-him-to-wear… at-least… his-shorts! But-then.. he-didn’t… e-ven… bo-ther… a-ny-mo-re!” Ethan’s tool was so big now! It had never been that big before in his life! And it was soooo red! As if sharing his owner’s sense of unredeemable shame. He tried to go away from that changing table at least in his thoughts, but to no avail.

“But when I saw Mr Baby-Bro on telly!” said the lady with a sigh of relief, putting the thick diaper under Ethan’s loins, “I realised what I had to do to solve Nathan’s problem! He can’t do without a big pacifier? This means he is still a baby! And now he can’t reach with his mouth nor his hands the source of his troubles any longer! He’s studying again and with good marks!”, she said while pulling the hems of the diaper tight on Ethan and fastening the tapes. “Why, I decided to put the younger boy back to diapers too!” she exclaimed enthusiastically.

“But I didn’t do anything wrong, mommy!” said innocently Baby-Bro, imitating the younger brother’s protest, adding a cruel touch to Mrs Jones’ spontaneous and unintended performance.

“I know you didn’t, Andy honey, and you can be sure you never will!” she said triumphantly.

“I want to be a good boy, mommy!” said Ethan, almost crying. ‘My Gooooood! What did I say?’ he thought immediately after.

“I know you want to, sweetheart, you just need a little help, don’t you?” she cooed, patting his thickly diapered crotch, “You are still a little baby boy who doesn’t know how to behave and control himself, aren’t you? But with mommy putting you in diapers we will keep at least your beddy and your nice little clothes clean and dry, won’t we?”

Ethan could not believe a person could experience such an unbearable humiliation without dying on the spot, though in that hell of excruciating embarrassment and endless shame he saw the very cause of it all turning now almost into a merciful aide, as the impossibly cumbersome diaper managed to hide his blowing boner and the twelve rich, creamy spurts gushing out from it. And yet, that orgasm was such a shocking experience in itself! He had had no part in it! It was completely unprovoked, unsought for, uncontrolled, as the distance of his hands from the diaper proved! It reminded him of his first wet dream ever – he was eleven and he felt sure that he was going to be put back in diapers had he shown the sticky pyjama to his mom! He really thought he had become a bed wetter! O, he felt so powerless, so vulnerable! He felt his body almost like a stranger, an entity doing things the way it wanted, on which he had no control whatsoever! He was sure that was what every little baby or every bedwetting boy felt. But why, why did such an extraordinary summit of humiliation, the most cruel proof for the phony character of the manhood he believed to embody, result in such an unprecedented bliss? Ashamed and liking it? Or ashamed because he liked it? What contorted mind could possibly play a trick like that?

As he stood up from the changing table and watched Mrs Jones proceeding to change Baby-Bro’s diaper, he found himself thinking of all those millennia of women oppression by men! The sexism, the belittling, the deprivation of their rights, the beating, the killing! O he could see now all those angry little boys, desperately attempting to limit the infinite power females had over them – because they knew! All girls and women knew that, no matter what mask of hyper-masculinity one tried to put up, no matter the muscles one tried to cultivate, no matter how violently one smashed things or raised his voice, no matter how big one’s wee-wee was, there were no men at all in the whole universe! There were just little boys peeing and pooping uncontrollably and almighty women keeping them in diapers for that! Now he understood what Baby-Bro meant! And as he felt his buttocks becoming wet with pee… o, nothing like that feeling certifies better that you are still a little boy, hopelessly wetting yourself and your bed! He was sure now that his girlfriend was going to take every possible advantage of the new situation he found himself in – he could see her already, changing him in front of others, scolding him for the leaks, reminding him publicly that sitting too long in a poopy diaper is not good for a baby’s skin! And he could feel his buttocks burning already for the spanks she was going to give him if wouldn’t listen to her and be a good boy! And the more he imagined all this vividly, the more he felt his wet, sticky diaper tight on him, telling him and the whole world what a little boy he still was – no wonder he had to wear such thick didees! A boy without diaper was naughty, naughty, naughty! ‘I want to be a good boy, mommy! I will be a good boy, I promise you!” he heard his own voice shouting in his mind, again, again and again, while the diaper boy featuring on the individual package of the incredibly shining white diaper he wore now shouted his slogan directly to him – Wetting myself? I ain’t stupid, I wear Brighties! He was that boy, he was an immature, irresponsible boy only diapers and women knew how to take care of.

“Thank you, Mrs Jones!” said a happy Baby-Bro, waking him up from his daydreaming.

“It’s a pleasure and an honour, Mr Baby-Bro!” cooed the lady, “Bye, Mr Ethan! It was a pleasure changing you too!”

‘Mr Ethan?’ he thought, ‘Did she forget all the things she said before?’

“B… bye!” he said, suddenly having a taste of what the boys called ‘Diaper normality’, i.e. the feeling that wearing diapers was the most natural thing of the world.

As the lady left the room, Baby-Bro approached Ethan, patting his diaper on the front.

“Now!” said a satisfied 12-year-old, “This is what I call a diaper! What does it feel like, huh?”

“With you near me… I mean, just the two of us…” said Ethan, “It’s great, Baby! I really love it… but…”

“But?” enquired Baby-Bro, though knowing in advance what the beautiful boy was going to say.

“But I’m so scared of the rest… your sister… my friends… my parents!! O stay with me, Baby! At least these first days…” pleaded Ethan.

The 12-year-old looked at the boy who had been his hero for all these years. How vulnerable he looked! And how cute!

“I know it’s difficult, Ethan” he said with a soothing voice, “The bigger a boy is, when he’s put back to diapers, the more difficult it is… but, believe me, the more you show yourself weak, the stronger you get! Now, don’t ask me to explain that, but that’s the way it is!”

“O, please, please, Baby!” said the youth falling on his knees, fearing Baby-Bro rejecting his plead.

“Easy, easy, brother!” said the 12-year-old embracing him, “You are such a big boy! You know I watched you while Mrs Jones was changing my diaper. I know what you were thinking, diapers, boys, girls and all that. But, baby, diapers are just taking care of your willy, they are not cutting it off! You are still a big boy! These muscles” he said grabbing his biceps, “are not fake! You are not fake!”

“Stay with me! Stay with meeee!” sobbed the student, nestling his head on the boy’s shoulder.

Baby-Bro patted him on his back. He felt guilty! Had he overdone it? After all he was twelve, what did he know about big boys like Ethan? Was it right to turn them into babies too? Maybe after a certain age it was better to leave them alone? ‘Hold on a minute!’ said a voice in his mind, ‘He is the one who came here wearing a diaper in the first place!’

“Ethan?” he asked softly, “Why did you do it? Why did you say it was enough to see diapers on Danny until you met me?”

“Be… because…” said the youth, looking at him, “…I wanted to be not like you, but with you, to really be with you and I know that only if I shared this with you… I could…”

“But you’ll be my brother-in-law, no” said Baby-Bro correcting himself, “you are my brother, so you are with me already, why did you want to take it so far?”

“O Baby-Bro! I love you! Can’t you see!” exclaimed Ethan.

“But I love you too, Ethan!” explained the 12-year-old.

“You don’t understand!” said an exasperated youth, “I am in love with you!”

“You mean… like with my sister?” said a bemused Baby-Bro.

“Yes! I love you both!” he shouted.

“But… how can it be?” asked the boy, causing more exasperation in the poor athlete.

“For God’s sake, Baby-Bro! I don’t know! Do you love me or not?”

Baby-Bro looked at his blue eyes. Of course he loved that beautiful big boy! He even told him once! But what kind of love was it? Like a brother? Like his cousin? His mom? Dad? Sister? What? He didn’t really know any other love! He never had a girlfriend or things like that! Was Ethan a pervert into young boys? Was he a pervert into big boys? Why did he find him beautiful, huh? Why did he like his beauty? Was that normal? As with diapers, he did not know. But that did not stop him from loving diapers, did it? Maybe he loved him in that way after all, maybe Ethan was his first love and he had never understood that before… Was that the reason he felt so shy the first time he had told him he loved him? Could he imagine his life without Ethan? O, for God’s sake, Baby – he could hear Didee’s voice in his mind – this guy has turned himself into a baby for you! If you love him, just tell him!

“I love you, too, Ethan…” he said softly, “I mean, I really love you!” He embraced him tight, as the youth stood up holding him in his strong arms. Baby-Bro wrapped his legs around Ethan’s diaper and the boys had their first wet kiss. ‘So, this is love!’ thought the 12-year-old, ‘Coooooooool!’ Could he let his big boy going alone through what lied ahead of him? His adorable big, clumsy baby in big, big diapers?

“I’ll help you go through this!” smiled Baby-Bro, and Ethan hugged him back stronger than ever.

Unfortunately, a gunshot at their exit from the building was to change their plans for the following weeks…

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