Didee DiapeRS

OF BOYS

AND

DIAPERS

A Truthful Account on

How a Diaper

Seduced his

Bedwetting Boy

into Pooping and More!

PART THREE

Chapters 7, 8, 9

Bicentennial Boys

My God! They saw him! He was watching them from the window, while they were playing in the garden, wearing only their diapers and… they saw him! They even beckoned him! Shit! That crazy retarded boy still in diapers, at twelve!, and that other smaller kid. Why couldn’t he just watch them from behind the safe curtain of his room? Why did he have to move that bloody curtain? ‘Just an inch’, he thought, to see better. And that’s when they saw him. F***! He ran away from the window, leaving the curtain moving back to its normal position, underlining by that very motion what he had just done. He was stupid! Stupid! Stupid! He sat on his bed, thinking about those two silly diaper-pissers. Why was he watching them, anyway? Now they knew! They knew a stupid curious 8-year-old couldn’t mind his own business and had to watch them play in the garden! Anton didn’t want to have anything to do with those two. And yet, he was now part of their lives! They knew he existed! He swore to himself he would never again approach the window to spy on them. He would carefully choose when to go out, so that he would not have a chance to see them, he thought, tormenting his swinging milk tooth about to fall. Hey! It would be soon tooth-fairy time again! Another coin, or probably a banknote…, to put into his savings! Of course he knew by then it was his mother putting the money under his pillow, but still that cool skateboard he was dreaming of was getting nearer…

The two boys slept soundly in the crib, their bodies lying on their sides, facing the same direction, snuggling one another, the younger one holding his cousin’s hand on his chest. Their legs reproduced the same pose – the lower leg stretched out, the upper leg folded, the boy’s legs right behind those of the kid. The 12-year-old had his nostrils right on the kid’s nape, anaesthetized by the sweet baby scent coming from his hair. One could see from time to time the toes of the younger boy stretching out, looking for the reassuring presence of their counterparts of his cousin’s feet underneath them. Their immaculate diapers were like shiny glaciers melting around the sleeping beauties’ central summits, adorning the smooth skin of their bodies, protecting their most precious, eternal fountains of baby youth.

As Anton went to bed, he gave a last try at the tooth, but it was still hanging. ‘Not yet!’, he thought. The thought of the skateboard tempted him into trying to tear off the dangling tooth, but the pain, however tiny, was piercing enough to make him desist. ‘Damn! This tooth sucks!’ Even though he knew how ridiculous he was going to look, once the tooth would eventually fall, leaving behind a funny gap like those of his grand-grandpa, he couldn’t wait for the money to materialise under his pillow. Couldn’t the “tooth-fairy” make a little exception and pay in advance? He slipped his hand below the pillow… Nope! No money there! All right, all right! But she better put a nice banknote the night that damn tooth will eventually hide in there!

Those two stupid diaper boys… Why was he thinking about them? Did one of them pat his own diapered bottom when looking at him? Yeah, the big one, the retarded! Why did he do that? Stupid pisser!

Two huge, swollen white magnolia petals wrapped around the boys’ lower trunks. That’s what the two thick diapers looked like while lightly rubbing against each another, as if cuddling one another, engaging in the sweetest communion of abiding love, exchanging messages in a mysterious, lost language, absorbing the two boys’ wetness at the same time, feeling in unison the same steady pressure filling their bulk behind the boys’ cute bums, inducing synchronous erections in their young guests. The diapers were obviously pivoting the sleepy choreography of the boys, as their bodies responded elegantly to the sensual gestures of the bulky instructors – it was the diapers turning which made the trunks and legs follow, not the other way round!

Anton would never forget the bizarre feeling he had when waking up the following morning… in a wet bed! At first he felt funny – the cold sheets, almost sticking to his legs. What could that be? And then… F***! He jumped out in shock. What will mum say! ‘I must get rid of those sheets at once!’ But how? As if she wouldn’t notice that! He never changed his bed in his life! He had to think, quick, quick, quick! ‘Mom, it was an accident…’ yeah, that was it! It was an accident, that was what he would tell her. After all it was the truth…

As he left for school, he saw the retarded smiling at him from the garden on the other side of the street. Stupid dork! What did he want from him? And why wasn’t he going to school, anyway? He didn’t know about his wet bed, did he?

“Are we there yet?” said the cousin as he woke up, ready to jump out of the crib.

“Where…” replied the boy still half-asleep, embracing tighter his baby cousin to make him stay a bit more in the crib.

“Diaper world. We’ve been travelling for weeks!” the kid replied in louder voice, but yielding to his cousin’s embrace.

“We’ll get there… Soon… Don’t worry... Baby cousin...” he said, alternating words with little kisses on his cousin’s nape. The younger boy signalled his appreciation by tucking his cousin’s thumb into his mouth. For a while the two boys enjoyed in silence their waking up ritual, until the 12-year-old suddenly stuck the tip of his tongue into the kid’s ear, lapping vigorously its inside. “Ha, ha, ha! Stop! Ha, ha!! Stop it! Please! Ha, ha, ha!” shouted the kid, giggling like a baby.

That afternoon Anton had Bill doing ‘homework’ with him in his room. Actually, the two boys were pretending to do some homework together, as there was no way to make that never ending series of arithmetical operations anything interesting. Every excuse was good to interrupt their work, every sound would get into their ears amplified and distract them. And one sound in particular was turning their attempts to concentrate into forlorn hopes – the voices of two boys playing outside. Anton thought of something he knew he would regret later, but he couldn’t help it!

“Hey! You wanna see something really weird?” he said to Bill.

“What’s that?”

“Look!” he said, beckoning Bill to the window, “But don’t move the curtain!”

“F***!” was all Bill could come up with after spotting the diapered boys playing in the garden opposite Anton’s house.

“What did I tell you? Weird, huh?”

“Man! I’m not even sure ‘weird’ is the right word for that!” and he burst out laughing.

“Hush!” shouted Anton putting his hand on Bill’s mouth, “Don’t spoil it!”

“Where are they?” said Bill, after he gained control of himself again.

“Don’t know, maybe they went inside…” said Anton, “Maybe they’ve heard us”.

“Geez! We gotta do something about that!” said Bill, barely containing his enthusiasm for the idea his was coming up with, “I mean, they are sick! Don’t you feel like burying them with a trash can? Who are they, anyway?”

“The big one lives there, the other one must be his cousin. I think they are sick in their head. Mum says the big one was a bed wetter who eventually lost all control because he was wearing very thick diapers. But the small one never wore any underwear – he’s been in diapers all his life!”

“Well, maybe they are sick in their head, but they are disgusting! I mean, how can they run around in diapers like that?”

“Yeah…” said Anton, more to distract his friend from any possible action than out of conviction, “I think they…”.

A growing commotion coming from the house of the retarded broke their conversation. They could hear shouting and crying from the open window of the living room.

“You will come here and have your diaper changed now!” shouted a young woman, “I don’t want your stinking butt leaking any poop on the carpet!”

“No!” said the voice of a boy, probably the younger one. And there he was! Running in front of the window to disappear immediately afterwards, followed by the woman.

“Who is she?” whispered Bill.

“The sister of the retarded” replied Anton in an even lower whisper. And again the younger diaper kid appeared in front of the window, but this time he moved toward the centre of the room, well in sight of the two boys, whose interest in the ‘show’ grew with every second.

“Gotcha!” shouted triumphantly the sister as she grabbed both arms of the young pest.

“Let me go! Let me go! Let me gooooo!” shouted the boy.

“Not before we’ve changed that poopy diaper, young man!”

“No! Noo! Nooo!” he cried, trying to free himself from the girl’s hands.

Anton and Bill were now at each side of the curtain, slowly taking it back to see more.

“An 8-year-old baby, that’s what you are!”

The two boys felt a shiver running down their spine as they heard the age of the diapered kid. He was as old as they were! They exchanged a quick glance, but said nothing. This was becoming too personal!

“An 8-year-old baby who needs his poopy diaper changed!”

“Noo! I dooon’t… neeeed… a neeew dia-per!” he whined.

“Yes you do! And whether you like it or not I’m going to put a new diaper on you and you will behave like a good baby boy!”

“Waahh! Waaaaaaahhh! Waaaaaah!” the diapered boy whined louder and louder, but ceased to resist.

“Now lie down on the floor and don’t you move till I come back!”

The two boys behind the curtain saw the woman disappear for a moment, until she came back with a box of baby wipes.

“Good morning, babies! Are we ready for a new didee?” said the two girls as they entered the boys’ cabin.

“Yeah…” said Baby-Bro, leaving his cousin’s ear in peace.

“Yep!” added Baby-Cuz.

“Computer, lower the crib bars!” said one of the girls, and the bars of the crib started their descent, while the bed got higher and the sheet covering the mat changed its texture from cloth to plastic, thus turning the whole into a changing station.

“Computer, two diapers, size 8 and 9, thickness 4, baby wipes and two milk bottles, lukewarm!” ordered the other girl and the ‘merchandise’ appeared in the replicator.

As the two boys laid on their back, the girls handed a milk bottle each and proceeded to remove their diapers.

Anton and Bill stood silent, worlds apart, and yet together, as if the living room of the retarded boy’s house had become so big to engulf them and everything around them. They were in there, the boy’s whining pulling them closer and closer. And as the young woman knelt on the floor beside the whining boy and opened the swollen diaper, they both thought they could smell the poop.

“Look at that!” whispered Bill, more to himself that to Anton, as if trying desperately to maintain the attitude of a normal schoolboy faced with those unheard-of events. But Anton was speechless, his heart beating faster and faster, almost on the brink of crying together with the now naked cousin of the retarded boy. He looked so defenceless, vulnerable as the feisty girl grabbed his little ankles with one hand and raised them in the air and started to wipe off the blobs of poop from his butt. She proceeded with energy, unsympathetic to the boy’s monotonous whimper.

“Wah! Waah!” he would whine less and less loud, less and less often, as if acting a part out of duty, but getting tired of it.

“Baby-Bro! Bring one of your cousin’s diapers, the cream and the baby powder!”

“Now you’ll get what you deserve, you little pooping brat!” sneered Bill as the retarded boy appeared holding a folded diaper. Anton was shocked by Bill’s comment – he couldn’t believe one could not feel sorry for the ‘baby’! But he said “Yeah…”, not wanting to give away his real feelings.

A sudden change in the ambience of the living room occurred, however, as the dirty diaper loaded with used baby wipes was being folded – the noisy chaos of a minute before disappeared, like magic, as if the bulky packet of the used diaper had managed to suck in all previous untidiness, casting peace on all participants of the drama. The young boy stopped whining and was now sucking his thumb with loud babyish gulps, while his butt was becoming white with cream and powder.

The boys watched their own reflections being changed in the ceiling-mirror. They could see the back of the girls leaning on them, their black leather thongs marking the curves of their buttocks through the transparent, light pink blouses they were wearing.

“Computer, change the angle of the ceiling-mirror!” said Baby-Bro.

“You are a perv, Baby!” said Baby-Cuz laughing, “You really are!”

And the mirror would now show their hairless crotches, their soft pee-pees behaving like obedient schoolboys while being creamed and powdered. Baby-Bro was proud of his self-control – he had worked so hard – no pun intended! – during all those years to keep his wee-wee soft during diaper changes. And he never touched it! He had decided to keep the erections only for his diaper. And his cousin. He knew he was claiming a form privacy he wasn’t originally entitled to, but he knew also he had the eternal gratitude of Didee for the huge number of ‘conversions’ he had managed to realise in the last two hundred years. Having erections only for his cousin to feel them through a thick diaper wasn’t asking too much, was it? And as his cousin did the same for him, he knew the kid loved him back with the same intensity he did.

“Unfold the diaper so that I can put it under your cousin’s bum” said the girl in a softer tone the two boys couldn’t believe she was capable of. They heard it crinkle as if it were in their very room. They held their breath as the diaper sneaked under the boy’s butt and jumped on his belly. They noticed the feet plants of the boy pressing each other as he opened his thighs to the maximum width, as if following the diaper’s commands. The boy looked tamed, overpowered by the thick diaper bulging between his legs and in that moment, in that very moment they realised the retarded was looking at them! Smiling! Probably been doing so for the last minutes!

“Shit!” said Bill as he retreated from the curtain, though Anton only released the curtain, but did not move. Couldn’t move. He didn’t want Bill to see his wet pants.

“Baby-Cuz?” said the 12-year-old as the new diaper proudly rose between his thighs.

“Yeah?” said his cousin going through the same stage of the diaper change.

“Do you remember the name of the first boy we got?”

“You mean Anton! Yeah, our first shot!”, said Baby-Cuz full of pride, “How could you forget his name? You’re getting old?” and both boys laughed their head off, knowing that the ability of the telomeres of their chromosomes to reconstruct themselves after each mitosis guaranteed their eternal youth by avoiding the degradation of their DNA.

“No, no, I was just thinking about him. The face he must have had when he discovered that the tooth-fairy brought him a diaper instead of money!” and he laughed so strongly, that he could see the diaper on his belly bouncing up and down while being sealed.

“Yeah!” laughed Baby-Cuz, “Do you remember when Didee said that that very night he went to his mom holding the diaper in his hands and said shyly ‘Mommy, I need help with this’?”

Baby-Bro laughed so much that no sound came out of his mouth, while patting violently his cousin’s diaper.

The girls placed the two used diapers in the replicator, where they disintegrated in a pale yellowish mist.

“Finish your milk, boys!” said the young women before leaving the cabin. The boys obeyed, though resuming their conversation between one suck and the other.

“O, you played your part so well that day with Anton and the other boy watching from the window!”, said Baby-Bro, “Even my sister thought you were throwing a real tantrum about your poopy diaper!”

“I was good, wasn’t I?” said Baby-Cuz with pride, “After all that’s the way I got you in the first place…”

“What do you mean?” said the older cousin in disbelief.

“Do you remember the first time my mommy put a diaper on me by force after a bath?”

“But you were so small! How could you have faked something like that then!”

“I’m not saying I was playing a part. It was all real, the crying, the forlorn rebellion… What I’m saying is that by doing that, though unconsciously, I got you hooked to diapers. I mean take any boy between four and ten and he is bound to be affected by a scene like that!”

“Yeah, yeah, of course – good ol’ mirror-neurons! The boys feel involved right from the beginning, they cannot but identify with a baby throwing a tantrum about diapers!” agreed Baby-Bro, “I remember feeling so small, hiding myself, avoiding to be seen or heard by your mum because I was afraid I would get the same treatment!”

“And what about the magic words?” said the younger boy with an almost malicious tone.

“Man! They make me shiver even now, after all these... centuries! ‘There is no use in behaving like that, young man, all babies must wear diapers. And whether you like it or not I am going to put this diaper on you and you will behave like a good baby boy wearing his diaper!’ Boy!!”

“Cool, huh?” said Baby-Cuz with gusto.

“The greatest spell of all! Whoever invented it?” asked Baby-Bro.

“Didee, who else!” said the kid.

“Of course, only he could come up with something like that” admitted the boy, “but to convince all women of the world to use it, it’s been perhaps an even greater masterpiece!”

“You’re right about that!” agreed Baby-Cuz.

“He was a stunning beauty, though, wasn’t he? I mean Anton,” said Baby-Bro, “especially in diapers. I mean, I can still see that blond, blue-eyed cutie romping around with that size 7, and even with that black gap in his teeth he looked just beautiful…”

“Yep. I think our choice was conditioned by his beauty” said the kid, “You were like obsessed by the idea of wanting to make the first boy a very special gift for Didee, and you said the first had to be very beautiful.”

“The other one, Bill, was a tougher cookie, do you remember?”

“Yeah, it took us ages to get him into that damn diaper. He thought he was a Tarzan, a Superman, a big boy and would not yield! I think we even had to use drugs on him to make him flood that stupid bed of his!”

“But when he finally got to wear one, man! I couldn’t believe that rascal could turn into the sweetest baby so quick, in a second!”

“Yeah! I remember we had to put a hand on his mouth because he was tearing down the whole house with his loud babbling!” said Baby-Cuz, “Wa-wa-wa-wa! Goo-goo-goo-goo-goo!” imitating Bill’s reaction to the diaper shock, and both boys laughed their head off again.

“What happened to him? And to Anton? Are they still around?” asked Baby-Bro.

“I’m not sure. Years later Anton went though a strong purge crisis, whereas Bill ended in an institution. I’ve never heard of them again. If Anton didn’t change his mind, he must be dead by now…”

“What a shame that would be! Once all this mess is finished let’s find out what happened to him! And Bill!” proposed the boy.

“Yeah!” approved his cousin.

“Come in!” said Baby-Bro reacting to the door buzz.

A very tall 14-year-old boy entered the room.

“Baby-Sir!” said the two boys in unison – Cirroc was the ship’s commander, but their reaction to his entry was more linked to the fact that he was their very own special boy, their ‘little’ brother. He had been with them since then, when they had Baby-Bro’s sister convincing Cirroc’s mother to put him back in diapers at age three. “I don’t know why my boy is so restless. He’s become such a pest!” “Have you tried putting him back to diapers?” “Diapers? But he’s three!” “Yeah, but trust me – you won’t recognise him if you have him diapered again. Take my brother and my cousin – never complaining, always obedient, happy!” And indeed Cirroc turned into the sweetest angel once diapered again. Her mother’s gratitude for Baby-Bro’s sister was eternal, and Baby-Bro and Baby-Cuz became the steady playmates of Cirroc (whom they named ‘Baby-Sir’), often sleeping at his place. The two cousins asked Didee to grant eternal youth to Cirroc too, which he got, but only later, as Didee explained it had to be his well-informed choice, something one could not expect from a 3-year-old toddler. Cirroc then joined the two cousins in their enterprise, at age fourteen.

“Hi, Baby-Bro, hi, Baby-Cuz” said Cirroc with a smile. And as the door closed behind his back, he took off his shiny silver uniform. Like the two boys, wanting their erections only in diapers, he also had a personal privilege gained after so many ‘conversions’ – he could keep the sight of his diaper only for himself and the two wonderful cousins. And the girls changing him, of course. He would wear his silver uniform on duty and when around people, leaving only a telling bulge for everyone to know he was wearing a diaper. But when in the company of the cousins he would join them in the ‘open’ diaperhood they had enjoyed since their first days together. The silver boots would come off, the uniform would drop to the floor revealing the shiniest white diaper building the most enticing contrast to the dark velvet of his skin. When the cousins looked at him, they knew it had been worth waiting for his fourteenth birthday before his entry into eternal youth – he was 5’ 11” (180 cm) tall, a giant compared to Baby-Bro’s 5’ (153 cm) and Baby-Cuz’ 4’ 3” (130 cm). His weight was 115 lbs (52 kg), so slim he still wore size 9 diapers like Baby-Bro, who weighed 91 lbs (42 kg) – while Baby-Cuz weighed 58 lbs (26 kg). His head had the most beautiful shape, enhanced by the shortest haircut, and his most sensual lips could produce a smile which could knock you down in a second! He looked so stunning in his diaper, especially when he touched it now and then to adjust his pecker – he looked so cool, so confident, so superb! That’s why they chose the name ‘Baby-Sir’, not only because of the obvious assonance with the first syllable of his real name, but also because even as a toddler he had a special noble attitude in wearing his diaper. O, they were so proud of him! And so glad they had managed to save him from the insults of time.

“You want a bottle?” offered Baby-Bro.

“Sure!” said Baby-Sir as he sat on the floor.

“Three baby bottles, chocolate, lukewarm!” ordered Baby-Bro in front of the replicator, and as soon as the three goodies materialised, he joined his cousin and Cirroc on the floor.

“So, what’s the situation like?” asked Baby-Bro.

“When will we get to Diaper world?” echoed Baby-Cuz.

“We should be there in less than a week.”

“So long?” said Baby-Cuz, not hiding his disappointment.

“I had to take several detours, the toilet-mafia is on our tracks, their sensors are more sophisticated than we thought.”

“Damn toilet-mafia! We had all the boys of the Earth in diapers until ten years ago and now we are fleeing like rabbits!” said Baby-bro, barely containing his anger.

“Why couldn’t those silly toilets be happy with the girls? Wasn’t half of the population enough for them?” added Baby-Cuz.

“No, those hookers can’t live without seeing jewels like those of Baby-sir here” said Baby-Bro grabbing Cirroc’s diapered willy.

“Well, you can’t blame them, can you?” said Baby-Sir with a cheeky smile. “Ouch!” he added as Baby-Bro squeezed his nice tool.

“You naughty baby!” said teasingly Baby-Bro, then resuming a more serious tone of voice: “We must take away those pee-hoses from them whores and divert those billions of gallons of pee to where they belong!”

“In diapers!” shouted Baby-Cuz enthusiastically.

“In diapers!” repeated the other two boys.

“But we must put our hands first on the pee-maker, the device Baby-Brain is working on in Diaper City” said Baby-Bro, “Any news on his progress?”

“Well the first tests are encouraging” said Cirroc, “He aimed the device at hundred continent boys and fifty-two of them peed immediately, while the others wet their bed the following night!”

“That’s good news! So he’s ready!” said Baby-Bro.

“Not quite…” countered Baby-Sir.

“Why? Why?” asked Baby-Cuz.

“The effect lasts only a few hours, than vanishes”

“So? Can’t we put a device at every street corner and have it shoot on a regular basis?” wondered the 12-year-old.

“There is also another problem…” said the teen-ager, “it works on girls too”

“Damn! We certainly don’t want that!”, said Baby-Bro, “Didee is right about keeping girls out of diapers – we don’t want the changers to become the changed ones, boys might think they can change diapers too and lose half of the attraction of being in diapers and maybe, eventually, getting even bored by diapers altogether! No, no, noo! We must find the right way of doing this!”

“But how?” asked Baby-Cuz.

“What is Baby-Brain doing to make the device work only for boys?” the 12-year-old asked.

“If I understood correctly” said Cirroc, “he is trying to identify a brain wave only boys produce, for the pee-maker to shoot only when resonating to it and only on the subject irradiating it.”

“It sounds like an interesting approach” remarked Baby-Bro, “The problem is: How long will it take?”

“And how are we going to put those pee-makers on the streets without the toilet-mafia sabotaging them!” added Baby-Cuz, “Hey! I got it! Maybe we could have those devices work on girls too for a short while, to convince the toilet-mafia that if we don’t reach an agreement the whole world will end up in diapers one way or the other!”

“Not bad!” said Baby-Sir.

“Nah!”, countered Baby-Bro, “That’s too damn risky – even a month of chaos on Earth might produce the unwanted effects I mentioned earlier. I agree that finding a deal with the toilets is the only way – after all we can’t leave the girls peeing on the streets! – but we must do it while sticking to our fundamental law…”

“Panties for girls, diapers for boys – the perfect balance of all joys!” shouted in one voice the three boys, who immediately after released the loudest burps of milk-satisfaction, laughing at each other’s performance.

“I gotta go boys!” said Cirroc standing up to resume his giant-status.

“Will you come by tonight for a round of diaper-eavesdropping?” asked eagerly Baby-Bro.

“Well…” said the cute diaper-prince while getting back into his uniform, “I was actually going to see someone…”

“A girl? A new one? O, please, please, tell her you’ll be late, it’ll be only for half an hour, I promise!” pleaded the 12-year-old, “It’s been such a long time since you last played with us!”

“Er… Ok, I’ll do that, but only half-hour” he said, knowing perfectly well that he would end up spending the whole night with the boys.

“Yuppie!” shouted the cousins.

He left their cabin, thinking of an excuse for Sheila, his recently acquired new personal changer. They were supposed to celebrate their first month together with a dinner and a very, very long diaper change… She would be mad at him, probably sulking for the following week. But he couldn’t say ‘No’ to the boys. Though he felt more mature than them –even if they considered him their little ‘brother’, he was actually more right in considering them his little brothers – he was genuinely grateful for all they had done for him. He still remembered those two big boys in diapers playing with him when he was four and treating him like a peer, with a respect he couldn’t believe big boys would consider him worthy of. And then the pact with Didee, and the enterprise of turning all the boys of the planet into diaper-wearers. They went through so many things together, they shared triumphs and defeats. They shared intimacy. He felt a special tenderness for these two kids who were so interested, like all pre-teens, in his big boyhood. He could see in his mind already what was going to happen that evening – lively hands caressing his crotch and big eyes watching his animal grow underneath the thickness of the diaper until its head would eventually peek out to great them, causing them to shriek! They called the game ‘here-comes-the-monster’ and they could play it for hours on end, at times touching the wonderful tip with a finger, caressing it like a cat. And he would let them do. After all, none of them could touch their own wee-wee and it was more than natural for all of them to want to touch those of other boys, particularly those of the teens (this was particularly true for Baby-Bro and Baby-Cuz, who were frozen for ever in their respective pre-teen ages). He knew also they would snuggle along his body, looking for protection, which he would provide, of course. Baby-Bro was particularly fond of that – as he felt protective toward his cousin, he felt the need for someone bigger than him to do the same for him from time to time. And Baby-Bro would melt into Cirroc’s arms, especially when they would be alone. It had not occurred for a while, but there was a time – hundred years ago? – while Baby-Cuz was busy organising things in Asia, when Baby-Bro and Cirroc would sleep together every night. The big boy would then cuddle Baby-Bro like a real baby, making him feel safe and loved. He felt it was a privilege, an honour for him to see his mentor and the leader of the revolution like that – totally vulnerable, needing cuddles, sweet innocent kisses and many rounds of ‘here-comes-the-monster’! “But is that a good monster or a bad one?” would ask Baby-Sir. “A good one! He’s my friend, like you!” would answer Baby-Bro, embracing his diapered hips, or “It’s not a monster, it’s a paci!” or “It’s not a monster, it’s a baby bottle!”. Cirroc would then watch the happy baby and caress lightly his head resting on his tummy. He knew Baby-Bro had never played that game with any other boy since then, not even with Ethan, and felt so loved and honoured at the same time for that.

Diaper World

“Baby-Bro!” shouted his brother’s girlfriend to the stairs, “Could you come down, please, there’s someone I’d like you to meet!”

Daniel froze as he saw a boy wearing only a diaper and a t-shirt appearing at the top of the stairs. His brother had told him the boy wore diapers, but he didn’t say he wore only diapers!

“Hi!” said the abnormal baby coming down the stairs, exhibiting a smile which made him look even weirder! Why did he let his brother talk him into this! For twenty lousy bucks, on top of that! But this was three, four, five times worth that sum!

“Daniel, this is my brother. Baby-Bro, this is Ethan’s brother, Daniel!” said the girl obviously trying to make the best out of a painful situation for the newcomer.

‘Baby-Bro?!’ he thought, ‘How on Earth did Ethan manage to get involved with such a crazy family!’

“Baby-Bro is only two years older than you, so you should get along well!” said Ethan, trying to rescue his girlfriend.

‘Two years older?! More like two-years-old! Full stop!’ he sneered in his mind.

“Won’t you say hello and shake hands?” said his brother, cheekily patting his hand on the pocket where Daniel knew the money was. ‘F***!’, he thought and stretched his hand out to the monstrous baby.

“…H-hi” he said, quickly shaking hands with the creature.

“Hi!” repeated the 12-year-old, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. But Daniel simply could not look at him for more than a second at a time.

“Why don’t you boys go upstairs while Ethan and I go out and fetch some ice-cream?”

‘What?! That wasn’t the deal!! They were supposed to stay with me at all times!’ He looked angrily at his brother and mouthed ‘T-r-a-i-t-o-r’, but Ethan patted his pocket even stronger and said: “All right, off we go!”

And as the two left, Daniel followed Baby-Bro upstairs, like a dead-man-walking taking his last steps before the old-sparky. He couldn’t help watching the boy’s butt in front of him, though. Man! That diaper was soooo thick! The boy waddled up the stairs like a stupid duck! Could he smell something? Pee? O, for God’s sake!

“This is my room!” said Baby-Bro, not realizing – or pretending not to – the shock it would cause in the 10-year-old a room arranged like that, with the crib, the changing station and all.

‘I WANT MY MONEY!!!’ shouted in his head the poor boy, ‘When is this nightmare going to end?’ But was it just greed? Or fear of his brother’s reaction had he ran away from that crazy house? Or was there something else keeping him in there?

“Come, I’ll show you something!” beckoned him the diaper boy.

‘What now!’ he thought. And as the boy opened a drawer he couldn’t believe his eyes – tens and tens of plastic pants, of various shapes and colours. He couldn’t believe there were factories out there making all those things! And in that size! He was so confused that the question came out of his mouth without deliberation:

“But why do you wear… those?”

“My sister puts them on my diapers, to be sure I don’t leak” giggled Baby-Bro.

“No, no, I mean, why do you wear…”

“Diapers?” helped out the diaper boy, “Hasn’t your brother told you about me? My story?”

“Well… sort of… he said you wet the bed and one day you… you…” hesitated Daniel.

“Reverted to a baby?”

“Yeah, he used exactly the same words, though I’m not sure I understood. What happened to you? And why do they call you ‘Baby-Bro’? What’s your real name?” The more Daniel talked, the more comfortable he felt. Strangely enough, talking straight away about diapers and the condition of the 12-year-old, avoiding painful dissimulations, made him feel better, more at ease. He was now less scared by the situation and more genuinely interested in finding out what happened to that boy.

“Baby-Bro” explained the diaper boy, “is short for ‘Baby-Brother’. My sister started calling me that.”

“So, what’s your real name?” asked Daniel, barely containing his curiosity.

“My name is your name” said Baby-Bro.

“You Daniel too? Cool!” exclaimed Daniel, failing to understand the deeper implications of what the diaper boy had just said.

“And yes, I wet the bed and as I wore thick diapers for that, one day I got DSS”

“DSS?”

“Diaper shock syndrome”

“Geez! What does it do? Can you get it from others?” said Dan, shivering.

“You get it from diapers! The thicker, the easier! And you find yourself reduced to a baby just like that! And then you have to relearn everything, but not all you knew how to do comes back…”

“How do you mean?” asked intrigued the 10-year-old.

“It means… potty-training gone forever!”

“No shit!”

“No shit.”

“I didn’t know diapers could do things like that!” said Dan.

“Don’t tell me!” said Baby-Bro.

“I mean, just wearing it? How can that be? All babies would stay babies forever, wouldn’t they?”

“I don’t know what to say, but trust me, diapers did this to me!”

“But why you keep wearing them? Aren’t you afraid of another diaper shock?”

“Don’t you get it? I need them! And then you can only go once through a diaper shock.”

“But why show’em off like that, the whole world is gonna tease you!”

“What would be the point of hiding them? Besides, do you really think one can hide diapers as bulky as these? And I have my family and friends, I don’t care about the others… would you like to be my friend?”

“Approaching Diaper world!” shouted Cirroc’s voice on the intercom.

“At last!” exclaimed Baby-Cuz, “’t was about time!”

“You just can’t wait to see what the fashion is like this year, can you?” teased him Baby-Bro, “My Ba-by cou-sin wan’ a new big thi-cky, thi-cky didee on his butty!”

“Blah, blah, blah!” chanted back his cousin, “I bet you too are dying to test the new poop-eaters everyone’s being talking about!”

“Diaper world in sight!” announced Baby-Sir.

“On screen!” shouted both boys. The sight of the white-blue planet would always make them awe with wonder. The clouds, the ice caps, the salty deserts, the endless prairies of ever-blossoming, fluffy cotton-like panakia made the albedo of the planet similar to that of Venus, except for the luminescent blue of the oceans. Didee had no doubt chosen a world worthy of him and his projects, would think the boys each time they admired the planet.

“Ready to beam you down whenever you like” said Cirroc’s voice.

“Coming to the helm!” they said before jumping into the nearest turbolift.

“So, did you survive?” asked Ethan as he drove his brother home.

“Yeah…” said Daniel pretending to look out of the window.

“Would you like to go back tomorrow?” he added, “I’m sure Baby-Bro would love that...”

“His name’s Daniel. Like me” said Dan.

“Really?! I thought it was Ethan, like me!”

“He told me his name was my name.”

“He told me the same thing! I better ask his sister. Anyway, are you going to see him again?”

“Another twenty bucks?” asked tentatively the 10-year-old.

“Boy, you are going to rip me off if you expect a twenty for every visit! Let’s make another deal, you get ten every week if you go at least twice a week. How about that? If you do, it’s still a lot of money for a kid like you, think of all the things you could buy!”

“All right…” said almost unwillingly Daniel.

“Deal?”

“Deal.”

Despite what his bribing attitude toward his brother might have suggested, Ethan acted more out of affection for the diaper boy than to please his sister (who was completely unaware of the trade between Ethan and Dan). He was growing fond of that boy, so lonely, so vulnerable and yet, except for his diapers and baby whims, a perfectly healthy 12-year-old, even cute! He reminded him of his girlfriend – one could tell they were siblings – but also of his own little brother, shy, a bit introverted, but clever.

Diaper City! O, how they missed the playful activity of that place! Diapered boys swarming everywhere, smiling, laughing, happy! One could see diaper changes taking place everywhere, every minute! Squads of frisky girls chasing their preys on board of restless transports loaded with fresh and used diapers. They said in Diaper City you could end up having your diaper changed twenty times a day if you weren’t careful! And as matter of fact, a minute after they materialised in the proximity of Diaper palace, the two boys were stopped by four stern blue angels – as they called the girls here – enquiring about the status of their diapers.

“Hey, you two! Come here! Diaper inspection!” said a blond girl in her twenties. Her black boots and the big leather belt around her hips would take no ‘No’ for an answer. The two boys obeyed, half amused, half genuinely terrorised by the dominant girl.

“We just got changed…” was saying Baby-Bro, immediately interrupted by the blue angel:

“Yeah! That’s what all pissers like you say when they see us!” and she inserted a finger between his diaper and his thigh, skilfully running it along the inner side of the crotch.

“You think I’m stupid!?” shouted the girl in his ear, “Get in the transport and have that pissy diaper changed NOW!”.

For the first time after decades, Baby-Bro got a face as red as a pepper and started stammering:

“You… you… d-don’t know who I… I… am!”

“You are a pissing brat! That’s what you are! MOVE!” she shouted at the top of her voice and took him by his ear.

Baby-Bro and Baby-Cuz where so under shock that they obeyed instantly – that wasn’t exactly the welcoming committee they had expected!

Once in the transport they were placed on a row of adjacent changing tables, where other boys of all ages were being changed with quick and rough gestures by a squad of unsympathetic young ladies, whose severity was matched only by their sexy appearance.

“Do you have the poop-eaters?” couldn’t resist to ask Baby-Cuz.

“O! The poopy brat is going sophisticated, uh?” sneered at him the plump girl changing him, “Hey girls, did you hear that? This poopy mama-boy has just arrived from Earth and wants to know if we have the poop-eaters!”

Baby-Cuz wanted to faint and vanish under the changing table, until the girl said:

“Of course we have the poop-eaters! Where do you think you are? In some lousy Salvation Army infirmary? This is Diaper world! The only place in the universe where walking crap-machines like you are taken care of properly!”

And as the girl ended praising the virtues of Diaper world, Baby-Cuz felt the softest fluffy bulk impose itself between his thighs and conquer his belly. It seemed to embrace him tighter at every second, though maintaining his softness! ‘How can that be?’ he wondered before plunging into baby heaven and joining the outrageous choir of boys babbling like babies gone crazy! The whole row of changing tables was occupied with boys raising their legs, joining their feet plants, rocking back and forth, caressing the super-smooth outer surface of the diapers, a bizarre mixture of plastics and silk which worked like baby-skin. But when they started patting the bulge, gently yielding to their hands, only to become more puffy afterwards, they all went wailing like newborn puppies! The girls had to take them out by force, because they were incapable of moving!

Daniel’s visits took a steady course, and as their frequency increased, they became ‘free of charge’. The boy would go now every day, after school, playing with Baby-Bro. He was completely accustomed to seeing him in just his diapers and was even thinking – but only thinking! – of bringing along one of his school-friends one day. He did not dare watch his sister changing him, though, but he certainly could hear all the sounds associated with the job. He would sit at the computer, trying vainly to concentrate on a game, while the ripping sounds of the tapes coming off would pierce his ears and the brutal swishes of the plastic pants would make him shiver. Even worse were the clapping of the feet plants and the diaper boy’s babyish gulps! His heart would beat like a mad butterfly! He really had to fight the temptation of running away from there, to return to a normal world. Yet he was paralyzed on that chair, and even more so well long after the diaper change was finished, because he didn’t want anyone to see the crazy boner tensing his shorts.

“How do you like the poop-eaters?” said a voice waking them up in Plastic Pants park.

“Danny!” said Baby-Bro, “Geez! We must have fallen asleep after that diaper change!”

“They are GREEEAAAT!” shouted Baby-Cuz patting them again, “Did you make them?”

“One of my best inventions, I believe” said Baby-Dan, “At least, this is what every one says around here. I can’t wait to send them to Earth.”

“You can bet we’ll knock down the toilet-mafia with these and the pee-makers!” shouted enthusiastically Baby-Cuz, “We’ll have all the boys of Earth back in diapers again!”

“I knew you would come up with something this great!” added proudly Baby-Bro, “Since the first day I met you, I knew you had a real talent for diapers, even if you were totally unaware of it at that time.”

“I was a late-bloomer, wasn’t I?” said Danny with a smile.

“You?? No way. Your brother was” replied Baby-Bro, “No, you were slow, perhaps, but I could see the passion of an artist for his muse growing more and more, every day! And now… this!” he said caressing the diaper, “Had we had something like this back then, we would have conquered the world in a minute!” He got carried away by the diaper amazingly soft elastic bulge for a few moments… and then asked:

“By the way, how’s Ethan? Is he here?”

“Yeah, more chased by blue-angels than ever!” he laughed, “He comes back home in the evening exhausted, ‘Won’t they let me at least dribble a bit of pee in a diaper before changing one?’ he says”

“Well, I must say my sister had very good taste when it came to boys” said Baby-Bro, sighing deeply, “I wish she could have seen all this. What a blue-angel she would have made!”

Baby-Cuz reached his cousin from the back and embraced him.

“She was a very special girl. You look very much like her” said Danny trying to comfort him.

“I do?” he smiled, while Baby-Cuz’ fingers gently removed the tears from his cheeks, “Thank you!”, he told both.

“Let me take you to the palace, ‘He’ is waiting for you” said Danny, leading the way.

The three boys walked in silence, as the mention of Baby-Bro’s sister brought special memories for each of them. Danny went back to his first sleepover at Baby-Bro’s house. Was he nervous? Not really, more… excited. It was still difficult for him to understand if the unexpected twist of that magic evening was something he had hoped for or had been afraid of.

Maybe both? At any rate, no one could doubt that that evening had been his moment of truth, the defining moment of his existence! And as very often is the case in matters like these, it was a slight change in the program, a tiny deviation from a consolidated pattern of habits, which unfolded the following events like an avalanche. He remembered how he sat in front of the computer to avoid seeing the diaper change before bed time, but as Baby-Bro was taken for his evening bath, he ended up waiting and waiting and eventually decided – ‘great idea!’ he thought then – to take off his clothes and sneak into the guest’s bed, right beside the changing station! He smiled at his own naivety – only a 10-year-old could think that that was the best position and strategy to avoid seeing a diaper change! And as Baby-Bro and his sister came back from the bath, he was lying in bed, almost pretending to sleep.

“Good boy!” said his brother’s girlfriend, “You see, Baby-Bro? Danny is in bed already, like a good boy, not making stories like you!”

“O, I’m just tired, that’s all!” he said, trying to rescue Baby-Bro, “At times I go to sleep later”

“You do? And what does your mommy say?” asked the sister, putting his brother on the changing table.

“O, she’s cool” he lied.

“Mh… I’m not sure about that…” she said, “Anyway, I’ll change Baby-Bro so you can turn off the light and sleep, ok?”

“Ok” he answered and turned his face to the wall.

“You don’t need to do that, you know? Baby-Bro doesn’t mind”, she said, rubbing the towel wrapping her brother to make him dry.

“You can watch all right, Danny!” said Baby-Bro almost enthusiastically.

“Er… I don’t know…” he hesitated.

“But you’re his friend, don’t worry,” she insisted, “After all you’ve been in this room so many times when I changed him, what difference does it make? Besides you might wanna learn in case one day I’m not here, so that you can help him.”

“You are my friend!” said the diaper boy. Baby-Bro looked so happy, that he didn’t want to seem rude or offend him, or make him feel unaccepted. He sat on the bed, crossed his legs under the cover and prepared himself for the ‘show’. And as Baby-Bro lied down and his sister removed the towel, he really imagined himself in a theatre, the white big towel being the curtain and the changing table the stage.

It was the first time he saw Baby-Bro naked. Well, to be more precise, it was the first time he saw another boy naked! Baby-Bro looked just like him ‘down there’, only… bigger. He was only inches away from that half-erect birdie. So it wasn’t just him! It happened to Baby-Bro as well! The diaper boy and his sister performed the ritual with even more commitment than usual, almost eager to show to the guest how good they were in what they were doing. She opened a drawer in the changing table and took out a pair of plastic pants and handed them to him!

“Could you hold them for a moment until Baby-Bro’s diaper is ready?” she said with a sweet intonation of her voice. He was so surprised that he took them in his hands and kept them stupidly open. He had never touched anything like that before… they were so smooth and big! He never realised how big they were when they were on Baby-Bro. Indeed he was glad they were that big, because the lower hanging hem covered discreetly his exploding erection the bed sheets couldn’t hide.

In the meantime she opened two more drawers and took out a new disposable diaper and a cloth soaker. Baby-Bro would raise his legs to leave enough space on the table for his sister to unfold the diaper and place the cloth soaker on it.

“Thank you!” she chirped taking back the plastic pants. His face must have turned all tones of red, even though the girl did not seem to notice at all his pulsating boner. She was so professional! She slipped the plastic pants under the diaper, and then pushed with one hand Baby-Bro’s ankles high and back, revealing his bum in every detail. With the other hand she pushed the diaper under her brother’s loins. He could feel the show was approaching its climax, while in the room there was total silence. As she spread the baby cream around her brother’s bum, he widened his nostrils for the sweet scent to inebriate him. He could not imagine something smelling nicer than that cream! And as Baby-Bro’s butt landed on the thick bulk, he could see how his boyhood was fully erect too. He didn’t know what facial expression was the most appropriate for such a vision. All he knew was that his eyes were getting bigger and bigger, devouring every photon coming from that changing table! He couldn’t believe he had missed so many opportunities to watch what he was watching now. He knew now that what he had felt for the boy since the first day of their friendship was… envy! How cool it must have been going through something like that every day, more times a day! He could see Baby-Bro’s willy jumping up and down on his belly while being snowed with baby powder, as if saying ‘Yes! Yes! More! More! More!’, and he could feel his own willy too, jumping up and down below the cover, pleading for ‘More! More! More!’

And ‘More’ it was – as the girl pulled the front hem of the magnificent diaper through the 12-year-old’s thighs, he felt his heart jumping to his throat. Involuntarily, he had to widen his thighs too, in the same way the boy on the table was forced to do due to the thickness of the diaper. As a reaction, Baby-Bro joined his feet plants, and so did he. ‘Help! Help! Help!’ he imagined Baby-Bro’s boyhood shouting while performing the last sit-ups before falling prey to the diaper. He fully believed now that diapers could do things to boys! No wonder Baby-Bro got DSS! He felt shivers down the spine as the tapes sealed his friend’s destiny. And then he saw for the first time the source of the most terrible sounds of all – the plastic pants hissing through his legs and gobbling up the whole diaper, like a snake eating a huge egg!

“Ready!” announced triumphantly the sister, while Baby-Bro marked his happiness by clapping his feet plants.

“It wasn’t so terrible, was it?” she asked the astonished spectator.

“Er… no… er…” was all he could say.

“You wanna try?” she flashed him.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! His heart went mad, while his jaw dropped.

“Come” she said, taking his hand, while Baby-Bro got down from the table. He was completely lost, incapable of any reaction, and followed the girl’s pull on his hand as if it were the only certainty in a world bereft of any reference point. His hand in her hand, he stood up on the bed to climb to the changing table. As he laid down he thought he would faint. All he could say, in a feeble voice, was “Don’t tell my brother. Don’t tell my brother. Don’t tell my bro-ther!”

The three boys ended their crossing of the huge square in front of Diaper palace. They could see an endless theory of diaper transports flying to and fro around the highest building of the compound.

“The old man has been busy!” said Baby-Bro.

“You have no idea!” agreed Baby-Dan, “The preparation for the reconquest have been at the centre of his work for the last ten years. There are five planets fully covered with panakia plantations now and four space stations producing millions of poop-eaters every week!”

“Millions?” exclaimed Baby-Bro, “Will there be enough?”

“Don’t worry baby!” laughed Danny, “We have two processing plants for used diapers already, one is that very building over there. Poop-eaters are virtually eternal – well, we guarantee them for twenty years – and can be processed after every use almost indefinitely, each time looking as new as their first day! Actually, we are considering turning three of the production plants into processing ones, once there will be enough diapers around for every happy boy on Earth and in the colonies.”

“But how do they actually work?” asked a fascinated Baby-Cuz, while the three were crossing the bridge over the artificial river separating the outer ring of the palace from the inner one.

“The poop-eaters? Well,” explained the inventor, as he stopped for a moment on the summit of the bridge, “Imagine a nice organic diaper and its millions of tiny panakia fibres, associate clusters of those fibres to artificial neurons connecting to each other and sensing the wetness and the poop, controlling the nanorobots which we’ve inserted into the fabrics and which reproduce the behaviour of our muscle-cells …”

“You mean they are ALIVE?” said the stupefied 8-year-old, and he could actually feel the diaper bulge adjusting all the time around his lower trunk, constantly contracting and releasing by way of very light spasms, like a huge, flexible muscle.

“You bet they are!” said proudly Danny, “though they are more like cyborgs than animals – there is quite a lot of technology in there.”

“Wow!” exclaimed Baby-Bro, “But how do they live! I mean, on what?”

“Why do you think they are called poop-eaters? Your nice baby pee and poop, of course!” said like chanting the diaper genius, “The metabolism of the neurons is programmed to get the nourishment it needs from your poop, while your pee provides the water. The muscle-nanorobots get the energy they need from the heat of your body. Of course, the neurons accumulate their own waste products in turn, which is why we have to reprocess the diaper after each use, though – but this is a secret – you could actually wear a poop-eater for days before needing a change! But we don’t want to give up our frequent diaper changes, do we?” he added laughing.

“But how do you reprocess them?” asked Baby-Bro.

“They soak in a physiological solution for a few hours, to get rid of the pee and poop they didn’t assume, and of their own waste products, of course. Then they are left hanging in a warm air stream to dry, though they must never dry out completely or the neurons would die. And finally they go through a scanning machine which detects broken panakia fibres, dead nanorobots or damaged skin-polymers and replaces them.”

“Yeah, the… skin you mentioned!” asked Baby-Cuz in a rapture which was both scientific and personal, “How did you make it? It’s soooo smooth!”

“I knew you’d like that. In fact, every boy does. It’s a polymer we get from the panakia leaves. That plant was a real blessing! When oil finished on Earth, nobody knew what to use to make plastics until someone discovered this wonderful Gossypium shrub, remotely related to our cotton, on Windelius-IV. The first thing we began to use were the leaves to get the plastics, as a matter of fact. It was only weeks later, when the plants exploded into huge white fluffy blossoms that we realised they would make also for perfect diaper fabrics too!”

“But we know this already” said Baby-Bro, “I think what my cousin wants to know is what is so special about the polymers you use to make the plastics of the poop-eaters…”

“Quite right, of course” replied Danny, “I can get carried away easily when I talk about panakia! Now, the polymers we use for the poop-eaters’ skin are the same good polymers we knew already, only improved through the latest nanotechnology! We can actually build them into endless chains of macro-molecules, make them fold at certain precise places along the chain, so that they form a perfectly homogenous, elastic surface. That’s why they are so smooth and soft, though the layer is actually thicker than in the traditional plastic pants! And, what is more, gases can pass through them, while there is no chance that a single H2O water molecule ever will, because their ionised structure works as a huge grid of magnets for the positive charged hydrogen atoms! Not a single boy has suffered diaper rashes here on Diaper world since the launch of the poop-eaters! Besides, their light electrical charge also explains the capacity of their hems to stick on each other without solution of continuity. One cannot actually see where one hem begins and the other ends once the diaper is sealed on you! And all this with no need of tapes nor buttons.”

“That’s impressive, boy!”, said Baby-Bro, caressing the manifold plies of the smooth diaper-skin – it actually looked like a pair of pull-on plastic pants, but so much sturdier and softer at the same time!

“Yeah!”, agreed Baby-Cuz.

“Have you actually pooped in them already?” asked Danny with a smile.

“I don’t know! Have you, Baby-Bro?” said the 8-year-old who couldn’t tell whether his own diaper was pooped or not!

“Neither do I!”, said a bewildered 12-year-old.

The two boys kept palpating their diapered butts to find out whether there was poop or not.

“Let me show you a trick…” said Danny and he gave five vigorous pats to each boy, right behind their anuses. The boys stood silent for a few moments, feeling the diapers becoming tighter and tighter, while a tingling pressure grew steadily on their sphincters …

“This can’t be happening!” exclaimed Baby-Bro.

“You are so sick, Danny” shrieked Baby-Cuz before laughing his head off.

The boys felt the inner layer of their diapers sticking around their anuses, while the diaper bulge underneath was pulsating, making the sphincter muscles yield to the pressure and open wide. “Geez!” shrieked Baby-Bro, as the diaper fabrics formed a vacuum right in front of his anus, sucking the poop out of his rectum, “It’s sucking out my poop!”. Baby-Cuz stopped laughing, he never felt anything like that – it was terrifying and gorgeous at the same time! They could feel the inner layer of their diapers opening in the middle and leading the poop into the depth of the fabrics through powerful spasms, imitating the peristaltic jolts of the intestine. It was like having a mouth gobbling up the poop right behind your ass!

“Now, this is why you call them poop-eaters!” shouted Baby-Bro re-emerging from the most incredible experience of his not short existence, “Let Baby-Sir have’em on and he won’t give a damn about girls for the rest of his life!”

“Baby-Dan, I don’t know if you’re the greatest genius or the greatest pervert of all times!” said Baby-Cuz laughing.

“Make sure no girl will ever try them! Not even baby girls! The whole system would collapse!” said Baby-Bro, genuinely worried about the consequences of girls going through the same kind of delirious diaper pleasure he had the minute before.

“Don’t worry, these diapers are for boys only and only for 3-year-olds or older – forcing like that the excretory physiological mechanism of a newborn or a toddler could be dangerous. You have to go now, Didee is waiting…”

“Will you wait for us?” asked Baby-Cuz.

“No, I got to inspect the processing plant. But why don’t you come to stay with Ethan and me while you are in Diaper City?”

“Deal!!” shouted the cousins.

“See you at dinner, then!” said Danny, before descending the bridge in the opposite direction taken by the other two boys.

The Night of the Living Diapers

As the two cousins entered the inner section of Diaper palace, more and more boys and girls recognised them for whom they were. “Baby-Broooo!” “Baby-Cuz!” they heard more and more, and tens of boys and girls would wave their hands, some of them would even approach them for an autograph or just to express their happiness for seeing them in the palace. What a nice feeling being recognised again after the restoring anonymity they enjoyed earlier! They really nourished warm feelings for those young admirers, ready to join them in the reconquest of Earth. They were trying to picture in their minds which of those boys would become their lieutenants in that glorious adventure. “That one’s cuuuute!” said Baby-Bro. “You need them to be able to do things, not just sit in your lap and suck your thumb!” reproached him Baby-Cuz, who after many decades had finally managed to overcome his jealousy for the boys Baby-Bro chased and turn it into humour, “What will you do when you find out that in the most difficult moment, your ‘cutie’ turns out to be completely frightened by a ruthless toilet-dealer and all he can do is to fill his diaper with the runs?” “O, I wouldn’t mind!” he joked, getting a spank on his puffy butt by a mad Baby-Cuz. “Hey, hey!” Baby-Bro laughed, “stop or you’ll make the diaper suck more poop out of me!”

The dome in the most inner court of the palace had the shape of – you would never guess! – a huge diaper with the empty leg openings facing upwards. “One can’t say Didee’s architects were eager to show any originality!” said ironically Baby-Bro. “I don’t find it that bad!” said his cousin, “As a matter of fact I quite like it!”. “I’m not saying it’s bad, just pretty obvious!” replied the 12-year-old. “Have you ever seen the lights coming out of the leg openings at night?” said the kid, “They are cool! They alternate between yellow, white and brown, to symbolise the boy products Didee is so fond of!” “A brown light?!” said Baby-bro in disbelief, “Whoever heard of something like that!”. “I swear! You’ll see!”, said his enthusiastic cousin.

Entering the dome was the less pleasant part, at least for Baby-Bro, who had such bad memories with the procedure. As there were no doors nor gates, they had to push themselves through the plastics of the gigantic diaper. “O, couldn’t we ask Cirroc to beam us in there, instead of going through this!” whined the twelve-year-old. “You know it doesn’t work like that. Be a good boy now!” said his cousin, who took his hand to encourage him, “I am right here with you!”

Resigned, Baby-Bro took a long breath and followed his cousin. Both boys started to push their way into the dome soft plastics, for what seemed ages to Baby-Bro, until they ended up in the inner side, where they tumbled down along a fluffy slope leading them exactly at the centre of the cavity below the top dome and reproducing a huge empty diaper with the leg openings facing downwards. And as in his first revealing dream two hundred years earlier, both he and his cousin found themselves naked at the presence of Didee, though to define what Didee’s ‘presence’ meant was something difficult to explain with words.

First, because Didee was everywhere, in a certain sense – in the mind of every boy wearing a diaper (and even of those who didn’t!), in the head of every mom or woman changing a baby or an older boy, and, of course!, in every diaper, as all children knew. Little boys and little girls between two and six, i.e. preoperational thinking children in Piaget’s terminology, live in fact in a world populated by living things, pretty much like people of ancient civilisations before the advent of polytheism or monotheism. After all, it is not unusual even for an adult to curse his computer or her car because it’s not working! So of course Didee was in every diaper! and all diapers of the world were in communication, exchanging messages, comparing their boys – ‘My boy has a beautiful pee-pee!’ ‘Mine makes the strongest poop!’ ‘Mine is a real peeing champion!’, billions of diapers proudly gossiping about their boys! And Didee, well, he was the sum of all those diapers, a form of superior collective intelligence emerging from the endless choir of all those voices whose breath smelled like pee and poop.

Second, because thanks to Baby-Bro, Baby-Cuz and the other diaper boys, Didee had managed to expand his thinking capacities by orders of magnitude, supported by vast networks of computers hosting his thoughts in the form of programs running on them. The bulk – no pun intended! – of those computers was of course on Diaper world itself. So Didee now really was a superior entity, almost a god, whose thinking patterns and powers were no longer easy, if not utterly impossible, to grasp for the boys, especially for those who had not been around as long as Baby-Bro and Baby-Cuz.

But even for the two cousins Didee was now difficult to understand. Baby-Bro had had more and more difficulties in conversing with Didee as he used to do in his very early days and he eventually stopped even trying to engage in a conversation with him. He missed those talks so much, particularly now that he was considered to be, by everybody, Didee’s voice in the world. Wasn’t that ironic? Not that Didee wasn’t aware of all this, but he knew that in the boy’s best interest it was better to have few official occasions, like the present one, to communicate and exchange clear messages, rather than overload the eternally pre-teen mind of the boy. And after all, the two did not need spoken language to express their reciprocal love!

What was interesting, was the fact that Didee would choose a different way to appear before Baby-Bro each time they met during those official occasions, either to accommodate to the boy’s ability of understanding or to make his message more clear. One time it could have been through a keyboard and a screen, another time he would take the appearance of Cirroc or Ethan, or his sister! More often, however, Didee would choose the appearance of Baby-Cuz, the boy who had never worn underwear nor peed in anything else than a diaper, which was also the reason explaining why the 8-year-old was the only one allowed to accompany Baby-Bro in his visits to the dome. Baby-Cuz knew Didee used his appearance – because Baby-Bro would tell him later – and was so proud of it! As a matter of fact, both cousins were the heroes of billions of boys on Earth, where they were affectionately referred to as the ‘diapered twenty’ because of the sum of their ages, and in the colonies, where some people would even make statues portraying them cuddling each other and worship them! Baby-Bro did not condone such extreme practices, but he did not really know how to eradicate them without turning those people against him, his cousin or even Didee.

Have you missed me?

He was lying on his bed on Earth two hundred years ago! Before the DSS! He had just pooped for the first time in his thick night diaper and was watching the magnificent bulk on his crotch.

“Didee! I am so glad to be here! And how nice of you to choose this moment of my life! We… we were so… so close then!” he said, almost on the brink of crying.

Aren’t we close anymore? You’ve been wearing me for two hundred years…

“That’s not what I meant, you know that. I miss our talks so much!”

Suddenly he found himself sucking the sweet tip of Baby-Sir’s ‘paci’, he could feel his beautiful hand caressing his hair…

You know I love you… said Didee with Cirroc’s voice.

“I know” he said raising his face from Baby-Sir’s dark, soft tummy, “but I don’t feel you are with me like you were at that time!”

You don’t? said ‘his sister’ changing him the night of his first orgasm.

“No!” he said, almost sulking.

Can’t you see? said ‘his cousin’ caressing his diapered erection.

“What!” he said.

I’m in all this! said ‘Ethan’ taking him in his arms and kissing him on the lips.

“What do you mean?” he said, exasperated by Didee’s riddles.

It means, like two hundred years ago, I’m much more than you think…

He was back in his bed of the bedwetting days.

“I know you’ve changed a lot! You are too difficult for me to understand now!”

But what I’m now is not different from what I was, it’s only… more!

“So what ARE you now?” said the boy, annoyed beyond any limit.

Don’t you get it? I’m LOVE! shouted the Diaper.

“O… why didn’t you say so right at the beginning!” said the boy in an amazing recovery of his sense of humour.

That’s my baby boy! laughed Didee.

“So,” said Baby-Bro in a serious tone, “How are we going to take the Earth back?”

You know about my two recent gifts to all the boys of the world… the rest will follow…

“Which gifts? The pee-maker and the poop-eater? I thought it was Baby-Brain and Danny who made them…”

Do you remember? My name is your name… said ‘Ethan’ and ‘Danny’ in unison.

“O, I get it!” said Baby-Bro, understanding what Didee meant. “Didee?” he asked.

Yes…

“What if the fight gets really tough? I mean, will we have to… kill people?”

Did you need to do that when you turned all the boys into babies the first time?

“No… but now is so different! I mean, you should see those toilet-dealers! They are very, very nasty pieces of work!”

Don’t you think I know? But blood and diapers don’t belong together. Pee? Yes! Poop? Of course! Boy juice? With pleasure! But… blood? Never, never, never! You only reap what you have sown. Don’t take that road – it will only bring disgrace on both of us, on everybody! Use your imagination, your sense of humour! You are such a charming baby boy, who could resist you?

“O-kay” said Baby-Bro using his unbeatable ‘good-boy’ voice.

See what I mean? Go, now. You have a great endeavour ahead of you – restore happiness for all the boys and the girls of the Earth. Love and you’ll be loved.

“Is a baby waking up on my sofa?” said a stunning 24-year-old youth.

“Ethan!” said Baby-Bro, “But I was in the dome and…”

“‘Was’ is the correct tense!” joked Baby-Cuz, “You fainted. I had to take you out from there! Would you believe it? All by myself!”, he said like the little proud boy he was.

“Yeah, your little cousin here has quite some muscles!” said Danny, tickling Baby-Cuz until he fell on the carpet pleading mercy.

“How are you?” asked Ethan caressing his hair. O, Ethan, Ethan, Ethan! Did someone award his parents with the Nobel prize for making such a beautiful boy? Tall as Cirroc, 172 lbs (78 kg) of athletic built, dark blond hair, blue-eyes, the perfect proportions for a male face, the cutest chin one could imagine and a smile which caused waves of hysteria even among the harshest blue-angels!

“I’m all right, now!” said an adoring Baby-Bro, “O, Ethan! How long has it been?”

“Does it really matter?” replied the cheeky youth, quickly raising his eyebrows a couple of times, in a way he knew to be the top of his seductive crafts, “After all, we’ve got eternity ahead of us!”

“O, you know what I mean!” said Baby-Bro in his complaining childish tone. He was so in love with Ethan, that whenever he saw him he couldn’t believe he had managed to be without his company for such a long time. O, he loved Baby-Cuz and Cirroc immensely, but Ethan stroke a chord none of the other two could – not only was he the most direct link to the memory of his sister, he was also the first big boy of his life, a big beautiful boy taking interest in him even if he wore diapers (or maybe… because of that?), he was his hero! Had he not chosen to stay a 12-year-old forever, he would have definitely opted to be someone like Ethan – strong, independent, free!

On top of that, and what was even more, he knew Ethan loved him too – he had worn his ‘first’ diaper at age 22 for him! And joined him in the enterprise to be with him, forever! Despite knowing his girlfriend would not be able to follow him… Maybe the common sense of guilt they both felt toward his sister was what made their love for each other so strong, unbreakable, almighty! And then they shared a terrifying secret…

“Uh, oh… I got the feeling someone is going to propose we exchange night partners tonight…” whispered Danny to Baby-Cuz.

“O, I don’t mind!” said Baby Cuz, lighting up his face. That amazing little kid was so wise to know when it was best to let his cousin sleep with someone else. He knew Ethan made Baby-Bro feel very safe and protected and he knew that was exactly what his cousin needed before plunging into the reconquest of Earth. Besides he liked Ethan too (who wouldn’t?), and Danny! He was looking forward already to his night with the 16-year-old genius who invented the poop-eater! He had so many questions left to ask! And were there other tricks like the five strong pats on the butty?

The four boys dined on the terrace of the two brothers, which offered the most magnificent view on the Boypee, the crystal-clear river cutting Diaper city in two parts. The origin of the river’s name was actually quite disputed – there were those who said it came from the fact that the first settlers used to rinse their diapers in it, while others said it came from the rumbling sound of its numerous rafts and falls which could turn any continent boy into a hopeless wetter in a matter of hours!

“When is the Boypee Festival falling this year?” asked Baby-Bro.

“You couldn’t see them because you were unconscious when you got here, but there are actually four diapers hanging at the door…” said Ethan, “It’s in four days!”

“Wow! You said four diapers, you mean you counted Cuz and I in?” asked the elated 12-year-old.

“Yep”, said Danny, “and you better go kiss them diapers right now!”

Baby-Bro left the table to kiss the hanging diapers, as the custom of Diaper world demanded during the week before and after the festival. It was the way in which the boys celebrated their being part of the community and their common submission to Didee. On the day of the festival one could see thousands of diapered boys of all ages running into the river and splashing each other for hours on end. They had to wear the diaper hanging on the door and it had to be worn inside out for their pee to flow in the river, while the water of the river, mixed with the pees of all the boys, would soak their diapers fabrics. The same diaper, once soaked, had to hang at the door for another week, to be kissed by everyone living in the house or paying a visit.

As Baby-Bro came back to the terrace, the light show from the diaper dome had just started. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he actually saw brown lights too! “I told you!” said triumphantly his little cousin.

“Shall I call the blue-angels before we go to bed?” asked Danny at the end of the evening.

“Mh… I don’t know” said Baby-Bro, who had other plans, “After all these weeks wearing only replicated diapers, I’d really like to keep this one on till the morning…”

“Yeah!” exclaimed Baby-Cuz, “I wanna see how much it can take too!”

“All right then, let’s go to beddy” said Ethan and with a cheek smile to Danny he added “Each brother takes the cousin half his age in his arms.”

“That’s so… witty!” exclaimed Baby-Cuz.

“Yeah, yeah” said Danny taking the little kid in his arms. He might have given the impression he followed his brother’s instructions just to please him, but in reality he was as eager as the 8-year-old to spend the night together – kids of that age made wonderful scientists, they were so curious, thirsty of knowledge and great, great fun to be with – it was impossible to resist their contagious love for life!

The two cousins looked like little monkeys with their legs wrapped around the brother’s waists and their arms around their necks. O, one could tell they loved it! Feeling one strong arm behind their back and the other one supporting their diapered butts. Nothing, nothing bad could happen to them up there! They both kissed their big heroes on their cheeks, while their diapered crotches seemed to do the same to their white partners taking care of the big boys. Male bonding! Was that how they called it? At any rate, it was great! A boys’ thing! Like diapers!

“Nightie night!” said Ethan before entering his room with Baby-Bro.

“Good night, Danny! Good night, Baby Cuzzy!” said Baby-Bro with the toddler voice he got whenever in Ethan’s arms.

“Good night, boys” said Danny.

“Good night, boys!” said Baby-Cuz imitating his hero.

Ethan and Baby-Bro lied in bed, chuckling at Baby-Cuz’ endless high-pitched chattering coming from the other room. The little boy was tormenting poor Danny with hundreds of questions and comments! He was so sweet though, and they could hear Danny’s beautiful, deep voice patiently lulling the kid into sleep, answering all his questions, praising him for his comments. Baby-Bro was so glad Ethan had a brother who could take care of his little cousin like that – he didn’t feel any sense of guilt at all for not sleeping with him when Danny was around. And the 16-year-old had a gift for little kids matched only by his mind-boggling talent in diaper engineering. It was no coincidence, of course – in a sense, in both fields, he knew exactly what little boys liked and wanted, and was able to give it to them.

Eventually all chattering ceased, and Ethan and Baby-Bro felt now freer in their intimacy. The blue-eyed hero started, as usual, by exploring the boy’s face with his finger, caressing his eyebrows, his nose and lips with a tenderness one would have never suspected in such a strong young man – he could have ripped books in a second with those big hands! But there he was, handling his baby with infinite delicacy.

“Are you my little monkey?” he said in the lowest possible voice, and kissed him on his forehead.

Baby-Bro nodded like a really little boy and nestled his head even deeper on Ethan’s shoulder.

“Are you my little puppy?” said Ethan, kissing his cheek.

The boy nodded even stronger, melting on the athlete’s chest.

“Are you my little baby?” said the 24-year-old kissing him on his lips. And the boy replied by moving his body on top of Ethan, letting his weight drop on the youth, feeling his chest below his own, his diaper on his flat tummy, his thighs on Ethan’s diaper…

For a while they exchanged quick kisses on the lips, until Ethan turned on his side, making the boy end up with his back on the bed. Baby-Bro opened his mouth like a little chick waiting for his mom to pour food in his beak. And Ethan’s tongue landed in his mouth, exploring it, filling it, feeding the yearning boy, whose entire being was depending on that very tongue. It was only when Ethan raised his head, that Baby-Bro became aware of his hero’s hand tickling the inner side of his thighs and patting his diapered crotch. He lied like that for a minute, widening his thighs, letting his folded arms lying at his sides, the palms of his hands facing up, at the height of his shoulder, offering his whole body to Ethan, like his dog used to do with him.

And then he became aware of the most bizarre effect of Ethan’s massage on his wet diaper! It was as if his erection had pierced through the inner layer of the diaper and was now fully surrounded by the fabrics. Could that be? And the fabrics was now producing waves of pressure from the tip of his boyhood toward the base of the shaft! It was so wet! It really felt like that changing girl who took it in her mouth a long time ago!

He started laughing.

“What’s up?” said Ethan with a smile.

“You know what?”

“What?”

“This diaper… SUCKS!” said the witty boy, chuckling, “Your brother is something! How does he come up with things like these!”

“He is only doing what we all do” said Ethan with a mysterious smile, “following the path Didee has laid ahead of us…”.

But Baby-Bro was in no condition to be witty anymore. He could feel a nice tingle slowly building up, while Ethan grabbed his ankles and pulled them up and back and surprised him with… five super-strong spanks on his butt!

“Ethan!” he said, “Why did you… ah… ah… aah…”

Baby-Bro started moaning, at first languidly, as if experiencing a well known pleasure with the intensity of the very first time. But then the moaning sounded more and more ambiguous, almost alien. ‘Does he like that or what?’ wondered Ethan, until the moaning turned gradually to a very uncomfortable squealing. “Hush! Hush! Baby! That’s not nice what you are doing there. If it’s a game, you should stop it right now! Hush!” said a worried 24-year-old. But the boy began instead to jerk restlessly on the bed. He seemed so in pain now, that Ethan got frightened.

“Baby? Baby! What is it? I’m here, I’m here!” trying to hush the boy gone berserk. He had to mount on the boy’s belly and hold both his wrists with one hand and cover his mouth with the other. But as the unsympathetic diaper proceeded with its outrageous double rape, all one could hear were the boy’s suffocated moans growing louder and louder:

“Mh… mh… mhh…. MHHH… MMMHHHH!!!”

The boy juice and the poop flowed out at exactly the same time, sucked into the depths of Danny’s creature gone out of control.

“Geez, Ethan!” said Danny entering the room, “You gotta be careful with the poop-eaters, they are not like the other diapers!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” said the terrorised 24-year-old, “Baby-Bro! Baby! Answer me! Answer me!” He patted the cheeks of the unconscious boy, first lightly, then stronger and stronger, and then shook his shoulders.

“Baby-Bro?” said the voice of the little cousin at the doorstep, “Baby-Bro?”

“It’s alright, Baby-Cuz” said Danny, “Your cousin has only fainted. Ethan and I are going to take care of him. Go back to bed”

“What happened?” said the scared kid, refusing to leave the scene and approaching the bed instead, “Baby-Bro? Baby-Broo!”

“Baby-Brooo! Wah!”, cried the little boy embracing his cousin on the bed, “Baby-Broo! Ba-by-Brooooo!”

“I…. I’m… alright, Cuzzy…” said feebly the 12-year-old, “I just… fainted”

“You certainly scared the shit out of us, boy!” said Danny with a sigh of relief.

“You’ll never appreciate the meaning of what you’ve just said the way I do…” replied the old witty diaper revolution leader.

“Are you ok, now? You should get out of that diaper, I’m gonna call the angels” said Danny.

“No, no, leave it. I’m fine. Really” said Baby-Bro, “Go back to sleep, no need to worry about me”

“You sure?” asked Danny.

“I’ll stay with you, Baby-Bro!” said his cousin.

“No, Cuzzy, you go right to bed with Danny, Ethan is here with me”

“Let’s go, Baby-Cuz, I think your cousin is going to be fine” said Danny leading the little boy out of the room.

Ethan was shattered. He had not said a word since he had tried to reanimate Baby-Bro. He felt so guilty and ashamed, he couldn’t forgive himself. He went back to bed and approached his baby with extreme care, as if fearing to break him just by being near him. He finally found the courage to utter a few words:

“O, Baby!, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know it could go like that! Are you really ok now?”

“Don’t ever do that with an older boy” said Baby-Bro, half jokingly, half serious, “He might get a heart-attack!”

Ethan burst out crying, taking the boy in his arms, lulling him. Geez! Baby-Bro hadn’t seen him like that since his sister’s death! “I thought I’d killed you! I thought I’d killed you!” sobbed the young man. How funny it was to see a big boy behaving like that! He looked so vulnerable, so defenceless! He could imagine him like a bigger version of Cuzzy, with a deep voice, muscles, and all that, but nevertheless… a baby needing protection. A big, big baby wearing a big, big diaper.

“No… no…” comforted him Baby-Bro, “Maybe the diaper tried to kill me. But he has given me two-hundred great, great baby-boy years, two hundred years with you, Cuzzy and Cirroc. How could I ever feel scared or ungrateful, if one day he eventually decides to take my life back?”

Ethan was shocked by the boy’s wisdom. He was really sharing his bed with the leader of the revolution now! And he had this funny feeling, like he had always known that the 12-year-old he meet two centuries before was destined to great things. He felt the hand of the boy wiping his tears off his cheeks. Baby-Bro looked at him in the eyes, with a smile so reassuring, so soothing, that for the first time in his life Ethan felt like wanting to be babied by him! He rested his head on the boy’s chest, while making himself smaller, folding his legs and arms, nestling to the side of the boy’s body. Nothing, nothing was more believable than the tenderness with which Baby-Bro kissed lightly his forehead and caressed his hair – he was his baby’s baby!

“Shall we go to sleep?” whispered lightly Baby-Bro, waking up Ethan from his baby trance.

“Why…” said the youth coming up with an idea, “don’t we share a baby bottle first?”

“Why don’t you change my diaper first?” replied Baby-Bro.

“Ho, ho!” said Ethan teasing him, “Is the revolution leader really willing to break the rules and let a boy change his diaper?”

“You are the only one, you know that” said Baby-Bro on the defensive.

Ethan was back to his hero-status again, his trunk towering over the lying boy, his hand caressing his head.

“And what about…” said the athletic beauty, “you changing me after?”

“Are you crazy?” whispered Baby-Bro frightened, “Didee would never condone something like that! It would be a public scandal already if people found out I got changed by a boy, but if they knew I changed another boy… they’d smash the statues of their leader in a second, offering the toilet-mafia their greatest chance ever to burn all diapers in a huge bonfire! Just because you got granted by Didee your bizarre wish to change boys it doesn’t mean you can hope for the same treatment for yourself! Besides, I hope you are keeping your changing boys very, very secret, because that was the condition for you to be able to do that!”

“Easy baby, eeeeeasy!” said a frightened Ethan, “It’s only you and me in here, no one can see…”

“Didee can…” said Baby-Bro. He was really scared by the subject, though he knew very well that there was quite a few of boys out there changing each other’s diapers. ‘Dia-pervs’. That’s what they were called. A rarely uttered word, expressing the community’s most horrified disgust for such an unspeakable vice, only matched by that of the ‘Dia-girls’, i.e. the changing girls who stole diapers from their work place to wear them at home! Not that there weren’t girls allowed to wear diapers, but it was only for strictly, genuine medical reasons and usually they would be kept in separated little communities of women only. No boy was allowed to speak about them, let alone see them!

“I dreamt of Didee last night…” said Ethan, “You wanna know what he told me? You wanna know?”

“What!” said Baby-Bro, completely uncomfortable with the way his night with Ethan was evolving.

“He said…” whispered Ethan, almost trembling, “He said… he was… love!”

“So what!” exclaimed Baby-Bro, hiding his surprise for hearing the same words Didee told him in the dome.

“But if he is love” continued Ethan with passion, “if diapers are love, indeed the greatest form of love, because that’s how a mom expresses her infinite love for her child at the very beginning of their love story, why should it be wrong for a boy in love with another boy to be wanting to use exactly the same way to express love? Isn’t taking care of a boy like a baby the greatest form of love? Isn’t being taken care of like a baby the greatest proof that someone loves you? So why should it be wrong for two boys loving one another like that?”

“Ho! Ho! Someone here is thinking he knows what Didee means better than I do, isn’t he?” sneered the 12-year-old, “So why don’t you try getting into the dome? Huh? Why? Huh? Go right ahead, please! Ha, ha, ha! They’d find you choked in the outer plastics the following morning!”

Ethan looked at him. Two blue eyes staring at him… Though more to show what lied behind their blue than to scan the arrogant 12-year-old’s conscience. Nevertheless, Baby-Bro knew he had hurt him. Deeply. How could he do something so unnecessary, so mean to him! Was that the way he ‘loved’ his big boy? And he thought he knew the meaning of Didee’s words better that Ethan? What a joke!

“E… E-than…” he blushed, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that…”

Ethan was lying on his side now, and all Baby-Bro could see of him were his broad shoulders, his nape and hair.

“I’m really, really sorry Ethan! Talk to me!” he cried, “This whole boys-changing-boys thing makes me so nervous! I don’t think the world is ready for that yet!”

“Are you?” flashed him Ethan, now staring at him again, “I changed your diapers so many times, why won’t you do the same for me once?”

Baby-Bro looked away. He was so confused! He didn’t know what to say! ‘Didee where are you? What am I supposed to do!’ he shouted in his mind. Beliefs are a strange thing: You never really know which ones you have until you ask questions about them… And a sort of cross-interrogation, including hearing of witnesses and exhibition of pieces of evidence, began to unfold in the boy’s mind.

‘One boy loving another boy like a mom loving her child?’

‘Is that what he feels for me?’

‘Why would I feel so bad if I was right?’

I’m in all this! repeated Didee-Ethan in the dome.

‘Why would Didee choose Ethan’s appearance if…’.

Love and you’ll be loved!

A piercing pain crossed his heart. He realised fully how wrong he had been, but that was nothing compared to the excruciating awareness of the wrong he had done to the big boy who – he was certain of that now – loved him so much! Sooo much! Tears began to flow as he felt that Ethan had not ceased to love him, not even after the horrible things he told him! His blue eyes were not condemning him – they just wanted him to understand, to realise what he had done… And the growing wailing that had been looking for a way out in the last minutes finally reached his mouth. An abandoned baby crying for his mom sat in the middle of the bed. The oldest cry of the world, inconsolable, the most naked exposition of the human theme of loneliness, the cry every human being recognises as his own, the only cry for help no human being worthy of this name leaves unattended, the cry a mother hears from the other side of the planet.

Ethan turned on his back and as the baby felt a rescuing hand on his back, he collapsed onto the youth’s tummy, wetting his skin with tears. Millennia of civilisation. Thoughts, pictures, music, books, computers. And yet none of these things works the soothing miracle of another human body in touch with your own. My God! Why is that?

A handkerchief appeared out of nowhere on his nose and he blew, his wailing giving way to long intermittent donkey-like sobs – E…than… E…than… E…than… Was it just an impression? What is just difficult breathing or was he trying to say something? A tiny bit of wailing got back into the sobbing to help the boy say what he wanted:

“E-than, will… youu… will you… let me change your diapeeeeeer?”

And with a jolt the big boy dragged him to his face and said: “Of course, of course, of course, Baby!”, gently pushing the head of the boy on his shoulder, cuddling him, lulling him, covering him with kisses. Both boys wept like babies, holding each other, tighter and tighter. It took a while for the two to calm down and to realize that their renewed love needed the most important confirmation by way of two reciprocal actions which had to take place with no further delay.

“Where do you keep them?” he asked Ethan.

“In that drawer, over there!” answered the happy beauty pointing his finger.

The 12-year-old got out of the bed and went to the drawer. As he opened it, he exclaimed:

“These are for really big babies! Are you sure you have one for me too?”

“Open the drawer underneath that one” said Ethan.

“Size 9!” rejoiced Baby-Bro.

“I had Danny bringing them from the production unit especially for you!” said the youth, as if speaking to a little boy opening his gift for Christmas. Actually, diapers were not that easily accessible to boys. Ethan would have been able to practice his boy changing with extreme difficulties, had he not had the unbelievable luck of being the brother of the poop-eaters designer. Dia-pervs would usually take all sorts of risks and recur to the services of very dubious people – quite often even toilet-dealers! – in order to get the diapers to put on their loving playmates.

Baby-Bro took one size 9 and one of Ethan’s diapers and went beck to bed. He could feel in his hands the two white, smooth packets coming to life. “Poop-eaters?” he asked. “Only the best!” said a very proud Ethan. He dropped the goodies on the bed and stood on his knees between Ethan’s wide open legs.

“So, what do I do?” he asked.

“Place your finger between the diaper and my waist and run it back and forth a few times” said Ethan. Baby-Bro followed the instruction and after a while he saw the hems of the diaper becoming visible.

“Cool!” he exclaimed, and proceeded to lift the lateral hems pushing them to the sides. He then took with both hands the central hem and pulled it toward himself, revealing Ethan’s fully erected beauty-beast. The youth was obviously shaving his body hair, as not only was he glabrous on his legs, trunk and armpits, but even his crotch looked very much like that of a pre-teen boy, only… bigger.

“Do you have wipes?” he asked his host.

“You don’t really need them with the poop-eaters” said Ethan, “The pee and poop get sucked in very quickly and there is air flowing through the diaper all the time.”

“Really?” said the boy in disbelief.

“Feel it!” challenged him the youth, taking his hand toward his naked crotch.

“Cool!” said once more Baby-Bro touching Ethan’s skin, balls and naughty boy. Perfectly dry! But was it smelly? He approached his nose, sniffing like a beagle all over Ethan’s diaper area. It all smelled like… Ethan! The natural scent he knew so well and was so fond of!

Ethan lifted up his legs, to expose his butt to the curious boy, while almost hitting his eye with his boner. “Hey!” chuckled Baby-Bro, “That’s gross!”

“And sniffing me up like that isn’t?” laughed the 24-year-old.

“I am conducting some serious scientific research here!” complained jokingly the boy, proceeding to smell the youth’s bum. Still all Ethan’s smell! He couldn’t believe it and took the used diaper and passed all its inner surface under his inquisitive nostrils. Now, there you could smell pee and poop, but so lightly! Danny was not lying when he said poop-eaters could be worn for days. He threw the diaper off the bed and took the new one and proceeded to open it. He hadn’t done that for at least one and a half century, since the time he would still diaper personally the most recalcitrant little boys! Though poop-eaters proved to be different even in that, as after two seconds he touched them they opened by themselves! He turned around, looking at the floor, where a motion caught his attention, and saw the used diaper folding itself!

“I’m telling you” he said to an amused Ethan, “Them diapers are scary, man! Are they gonna sneak under you as well?”

“Ha! Ha!” laughed the youth, “You should suggest it to Danny! No, no, they don’t walk, but look what happens when you put them under my bum…”

And as Baby-Bro slipped the diaper under Ethan’s firm buttocks and these landed on the fluffy surface below, the front hem raised on its own until it fell on the youth’s tummy, soon followed by the lateral hems, sealing the big happy boy into his baby heaven.

“Bligh me!” said Baby-Bro, “Haven’t the blue-angels staged a protest or a strike yet? These things might leave them without job pretty soon!”

“You are so… you!” laughed Ethan, “But…” he added with a serious voice, “think how this could make it easier for people to accept the idea of boys changing each other…”

“Mhh…” said the 12-year-old, “May-beee… but let’s keep it only for us for the time being. Ok? We’ve got a planet to claim back first.”

“Yes-sir!” saluted him Ethan, “Your turn, now!”

And after Ethan had put a new poop-eater on his baby, both boys shared a restoring baby bottle, alternating their sucks of the teat, and abandoned themselves to the sweetest sleep they had had for years.