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    The Diaper Dudes: More Adventures
    Chapter 1

    	Well, the Diaper Dudes made it through their first year as a
    club that summer and to celebrate our Anniversary, our Dads took
    us on a Diaper Camp-out. There were a lot of woods where we lived
    and we knew of several good spots where several Diapered Daniel
    Boone types would be undisturbed by raised eyebrows. Our Dads all
    wore clothes, of course. Steve's Dad would have rather just worn
    diapers, but he was shy about it in front of the others, so he
    settled for wearing diapers underneath his clothes. All of us
    boys wore nothing but diapers on the whole trip. We did miss
    having the girls there to change us, but it worked out okay
    because we learned to change each other. It was pretty funny
    really because we had never done that before.
    	"Oh, man, Tommy, " I said. That is the grossest, stinkiest
    diaper in the whole world!"
    	"What about yours?" Tommy replied. "I thought I was going to
    pass out before I got it off of you! Yechhhh!"
    	We all started arguing over who had the most disgusting
    diaper, and pretty soon we were all wrestling on the ground and
    tickling each other and pretty much of a muddy mess. But what are
    camp-outs for, if not to get dirty? We cooked over our campfire
    and told stories of ghosts who were not allowed to wear diapers
    as boys and therefore had to wear them in their afterlife. They
    haunted diaper aisles in stores and tried to scare boys away so
    they could keep the diapers for themselves. If you wake up in the
    middle of the night and smell a weird smell, and it isn't you, it
    just might be one of these poor Diaper Ghosts! Anyway, we all had
    a great time. I thought back over the year and it was hard to
    imagine a time when we hadn't been the Diaper Dudes.
    	I was eight years old now and pretty soon I would be
    starting third grade! I wondered how my new class would react to
    my diaper wearing. I realized that by this time I had become
    truly incontinent. Everything just came out automatically, no
    matter where I was. If I just got out of the shower, I had to be
    careful because I would start to pee without any warning at all.
    I asked Tommy if the same thing had happened to him and he said
    that it had. He just peed all the time and his poop just kind of
    pushed itself out . My Mom said not to worry about it. All babies
    were like that before they were toilet-trained, she said , and if
    I every wanted to stop wearing diapers I would just have to be
    toilet-trained all over again. I couldn't imagine ever wanting to
    stop wearing diapers though. I kind of liked being un-toilet-
    trained. Sometimes at night I would put my thumb in my mouth and
    imagine being a baby again. It was a good feeling. I just felt
    really lucky to have a Mom and Dad who understood me.
    	Aunt Trudy visited us in August for a weekend with her two
    sons, Benjy, now four years old and Toby, now three. Her husband
    Ray was home from a job overseas and it was good to see him.
    "Benjy and Toby are both out of diapers now," she said. "I
    see that Robby is still wearing them!"
    	"Yes, Trudy," my Mom said. "He is quite happy wearing
    diapers."
    	"Hasn't it occurred to you that by allowing him to wear
    diapers now, you may be condemning him to a lifetime of
    incontinence?"
    	"I don't think we are 'condemning' him to anything,
    Gertrude," my Dad said icily. We are simply allowing him to be
    himself.
    	Meanwhile, I had been looking at Benjy and Toby. They sure
    did LOOK like they were wearing diapers, and as a confirmed
    diaper wearer I should know. I was tempted to pat one of them on
    the butt to check, but I restrained myself. Suddenly a big wet
    spot appeared on the front of Benjy's pants.
    	"Benjy, you bad boy!" Aunt Trudy said. "Why didn't you tell
    Mommy you had to go potty?"
    	Benjy just started to cry. Toby started to cry, too, and
    then wet HIS pants.
    	"After all those underpants I put on you!" Aunt Trudy said.
    "How could you both embarrass me like this?"
    	"Now Trudy," Ray said, "They are just little boys. Why make
    them feel bad?"
    	"Don't question me in front of the boys," she said. "You are
    gallivanting around the world half the time and leave me to raise
    them all alone!"
    	Aunt Trudy dragged her two boys upstairs and when they came
    back they looked even more padded than before.
    	"Mommy put twelve pairs of underpants on us!" Toby said.
    "She keeps doing that, but we keep leaking," he said giggling.
    	"Why can't we just wear diapers like Robby?" Benjy asked.
    	"I don't care what Robby does," Aunt Trudy said to Benjy.
    "You are not going to Kindergarten in diapers!"
    	During lunch I sat next to Benjy and Toby and I know at
    least one of them pooped in their pants. I hoped that Aunt Trudy
    had brought a truckload of underwear with her!
    	"How can I toilet train my boys, when Robby, whom they look
    up to, persists in wearing diapers at the age of eight?" Aunt
    Trudy said at one point. "I may just have to stop visiting you!"
    	"Gertrude," my Dad said, "Why don't you just stop making it
    a power struggle and wait until your boys WANT to be toilet
    trained?"
    	"But what if they never do want to be trained?" Aunt Trudy
    asked. "What will people think of me if my sons aren't toilet
    trained?"
    	My Dad just smiled at her tolerantly and didn't say
    anything.
    	That kept up all weekend and I know that at least two washer
    loads of underwear were washed in two days! I felt sorry for
    Benjy and Toby, but I felt sorry for my Aunt Trudy too. She was
    depriving herself of the pleasure of letting her boys wear
    diapers. All of them would be miserable until either the boys
    gave in to her wishes or she decided to let them have their own
    timetable.
    	"How come your Mommy lets you wear diapers when you are
    eight years old?" Benjy asked.
    	"Well, I think she just saw that it meant a lot to me to be
    allowed to wear them," I said.
    	Benjy just looked at me as if trying to take that in. I
    wondered what would happen with his and Toby's potty training.
    	A few days later my Mom and Dad took me shopping for school
    clothes. Naturally I wore a lot of diapers so I would get a pair
    of pants and gym shorts that were big enough. Actually I wore
    four diapers instead of three so that I would have some room for
    growing. I no longer worried about my diapers showing, though. I
    had become a more secure boy since I started wearing diapers. I
    had come to realize that what other people thought was their
    problem.
    	I saw Tommy in the store with his Mom and Maureen.
    	"Those are neat pants," Maureen said. "I am trying to talk
    Tommy into getting some much bigger ones so I can put at least
    four diapers on him. I think he looks cute when he is diapered up
    really thick!"
    	"Aw, c'mon!" Tommy said. "These pants here are plenty big! I
    will have to wear at least three diapers just to keep them from
    falling off!"
    	I wanted to tell Maureen that she could put four or more
    diapers on me any time she wanted, but that didn't seem like a
    good time!
    	The Diaper Dudes tried to have at least one meeting a week
    when everybody in the club could come, so the next day we all met
    down in Tommy's basement, which had pretty much become our
    clubhouse. Billy, David, Steve, Joey, Tommy and me were all
    there.
    	"I see Dennis is still in diapers," said Joey.
    	"Yes, but Vinny told me he thinks Dennis is really healed
    but is faking it so he can keep wearing diapers. Vinny says that
    Dennis shares his diapers with him when they read stories."
    	"What would you do, Joey, if they suddenly fixed your wiener
    so you didn't need diapers anymore?" I asked.
    	"You know, I've thought about that and I think I would do
    the same as Dennis, and pretend I still needed them," Joey said.
    	That was about enough serious talk for us so we went down to
    the woods and played Grab (the diaper) Football until we were all
    badly in need of a diaper change. Maureen, Carol and Becky were
    at Tommy's and were glad to oblige. In anticipation of getting to
    change and baby all of us, they had fixed baby bottles for us
    with chocolate milk, and had vanilla pudding for "baby food." I
    don't know why this was so exciting, but it always made my wiener
    get really big, not only when I was having my diaper changed but
    when I was being "nursed" and fed like a baby. I could tell that
    it was the same for the other boys.
    	Well, we all caught the bus for school on Monday. I had a
    teacher that I didn't know and I was a little nervous about how
    he would react to my diaper wearing. I had an excuse from my Mom
    to allow me to go to the nurse at any time and to be late getting
    back from lunch if necessary to get my diapers changed. I handed
    my note to Mr. Gilmore, my new teacher and he read it and kind of
    grimaced but didn't say anything. When class started he started
    reviewing what we had learned in second grade. I kept raising my
    hand because I knew the answers to his questions but he didn't
    call on me. At about 10:00 he paused and said to me,
    	"Er, Robby, do you need to go You Know Where?"
    	"No, Mr. Gilmore," I said. "I'm fine."
    	"I think you had better go," he said. "Peter, would you take
    Robby to the nurse's office?"
    	I was really embarrassed. He must have thought that I had a
    mental handicap and needed an escort to find the nurse's office.
    Anyway, I had no choice but to go with Peter even though my
    diaper was only a little wet. Peter knew me and just looked at me
    and shrugged. He was cool about it. When we got back to class Mr.
    Gilmore was reviewing fractions.
    	"How much is 7/8ths plus 128/64ths?" he asked.
    	I didn't wait for him to call on someone. I just said,"2 and
    7/8ths."
    	I did the same thing after his next two questions. Then he
    said,
    	"Robby, please raise your hand and wait until you are called
    on."
    	I just raised my hand after that, and he did call on me a
    couple of times. I hoped that he had gotten the idea that just
    because I wore diapers didn't mean I was dumb.
    	I went to the nurse at lunch even though I really didn't
    need another change yet. I just wanted to see the other kids.
    Boy! There were more kids in there this year. In addition to the
    six Diaper Dudes there were four other boys about my age who had
    bags with them that looked like diaper bags. I knew a couple of
    them from my gym class.
    	"Hey, Freddie," I said. "Are you wearing diapers now?"
    	"Yeah," he said. "After seeing you I got kind of turned on
    by the idea and I started using towels and stuff. My Mom caught
    me and decided to punish me by making me wear diapers! Some
    punishment! That was what I wanted all along!"
    	The other boys had their own stories to tell, but they were
    pretty similar. They had either seen or heard about us boys
    wearing diapers and wanted to try it themselves. Anyway, that
    made ten boys for Nurse Williams to change in an hour!
    	A few weeks passed and Mr. Gilmore finally realized that I
    could take care of myself and didn't need an escort to the Nurse,
    and he started treating me like just any other student. It was
    weird but about once a week or so a new student would show up for
    a diaper change. Finally there were fifteen of us and some of us
    would always be late back to class. The next day Nurse Williams
    gave each of us a note to our parents.
    	"This wasn't my idea," she said. "It is the new Principal's
    idea. He wants to try to get most of you out of diapers."
    	When I got home I gave the note to my Mom. She read it to
    me, and it said:

    Dear Parent:

    I have become alarmed over the increasing abundance of boys
    wearing diapers to school. Please be advised that we are not a
    Day Care Center. If your boy has a legitimate medical reason for
    needing diapers we sympathize and will do all we can to
    accommodate him. Otherwise, please make an appointment with our
    Guidance Department so that they may help you to toilet-train
    your child. If your boy is in need of psychological help they
    will be happy to refer you to some competent specialists.
    Furthermore, in the future, all boys who must wear diapers will
    be required to wear and provide disposables. This is in the
    interest of sanitation and aesthetics in the school environment.

    Sincerely,
    Victor E. Hobart,
    Principal

    	"Gee Mom, "I said, "Does that mean I can't wear diapers to
    school?"
    	"Of course not," she said. "As far as I'm concerned you have
    a "legitimate medical reason" for wearing diapers, and I am sure
    that if necessary Dr. Brock will attest to that."
    	Just to be sure, my Mom made an appointment for me with Dr.
    Brock.
    	"So, Robby," he said. "Still wearing diapers I see."
    	"Yes, " I said. "I have been wearing them all the time for
    over a year now."
    	My Mom explained about the new school principal and how she
    wanted to be sure that Robby could give a medical excuse if
    necessary.
    	"Robby, I'll tell you what," he said. "I want you to go get
    a large coke from the machine and drink the whole thing. Then I
    want you to get another and drink that, but first I want you to
    take off your diapers. Go sit in the waiting room and see if you
    can keep from peeing for one hour. Don't worry if you have an
    accident."
    	I did as Dr. Brock told me and within 20 minutes I had
    already wet my pants. I couldn't help it.
    	"I will write you a letter stating that Robby is totally
    incontinent and must wear diapers at all times," he said. "That
    should keep the principal off your back."
    	After leaving the Doctor's office we stopped at the medical
    supply store to buy some disposable diapers. Tommy was there with
    Maureen and his Mom. They had already gotten the information on
    which was the best kind, as well as the advice that they worked
    better with plastic pants.
    	None of the Diaper Dudes was deterred by the principal's
    letter. Our parents were all comfortable with our diaper wearing.
    A few of the other kids didn't show up at the nurse's office the
    next day though. I felt sorry for them and hoped that they would
    find a way to wear their diapers. All of us preferred our cloth
    diapers and could hardly wait to get home and change into them.
    The disposables were good ones and worked fairly well, but we
    missed the nice feeling of the cotton and the secure feeling of
    the bulk of our cloth diapers.
    	That night my Aunt Trudy called. She said that they were
    threatening to throw Benjy out of Kindergarten because he kept
    wetting and pooping in his pants at school. They said that he
    could stay if he wore diapers.
    	"What should I do?" she asked. "I could take him out of
    school and wait until he is potty-trained, but what if he is like
    Robby and NEVER gets potty-trained?"
    	"I can't tell you what to do, Trudy," my Mom said. "Does
    Benjy LIKE Kindergarten?"
    	"Well, yes! He loves Kindergarten. I think I see what you
    are getting at. I guess I will just let him wear the diapers.
    Toby will want to wear them too, of course! I wish they hadn't
    seen Robby wearing diapers! It would have been much easier to
    potty-train them."
    	"Well, that may be true, Trudy, but Robby has some very good
    traits that make him an excellent example for your two boys."
    	"I know that," Trudy said. I just don't want everyone to
    think I am a bad parent!"
    	I didn't hear the rest of the conversation because my Dad
    came in and said we should go play catch for a while. It looked
    good for Benjy and Toby, diaper-wise, though!

    The Diaper Dudes: Further Adventures
    Chapter 2

    	In early November, my Mom had a phone call from our Cousin
    Arlene who lived near Los Angeles. I was to be in for a surprise!
    	"Robby, how would you like to go to Disneyland?" my Mom
    asked when I came into the house.
    	"Go to WHERE?" I asked.
    	"Disneyland," my Mom repeated.
    	"Your cousin Arlene and her husband would like you to spend
    several days out in California where they are living now. They
    are thinking about adopting a child, but before they start
    looking they wanted to get a feeling for what it is like to have
    a child in the house. You would be sort of a "Test Case"!
    	"Wow, Mom! Disneyland! Won't it cost a lot?"
    	"Well it does cost a lot to fly to California, but they have
    offered to pay your way, and they can well afford it. So what do
    you say?"
    	"Do they know about my diapers, Mom? I don't think I have
    seen Cousin Arlene since I was maybe four years old," I said.
    	"Oh sure, Robby" she said. " I told your Aunt Trudy to tell
    them when she went there for a visit last year."
    	"Well, in that case, when can I go?"

    	I had a week of vacation coming up so the arrangements were
    made. I packed one duffle bag full of clothes and on big one full
    of diapers, both cloth and disposable. My Mom put four diapers on
    me before I left the house.
    	"Remember, " she said, "If you need a change on the plane,
    just ask one of the flight attendants. We are going to give them
    a note at the airport about that, as well as instructions about
    who is picking you up in L.A.
    	This was my first time on a plane! The flight attendants
    were really nice to me! I got to go up to see the cockpit and
    they gave me a set of wings. They brought me games and all the
    soda I could drink. After several hours, one of them came up and
    asked if I needed a change.
    	I still felt pretty good, but just to be on the safe side I
    said yes. She took me to the restroom and skillfully changed my
    diapers. She must have had experience because she got them pinned
    on nice and tight! Boy, was my little thing standing at attention
    then! She put the sodden diapers in a doubled plastic bag, and
    sealed it well for me.

    	Now, to be honest, I was kind of nervous about this visit.
    As I said, I hadn't seen my Cousin Arlene since I was four years
    old, and I had never met her husband. The flying part didn't
    scare me, but I wondered what L.A. would be like. It looked so
    huge on the TV shows! Anyway, the plane was getting ready to
    land, so I would soon find out!
    	I was escorted off the plane by the same nice flight
    attendant who had changed me. My cousins were there and I did
    recognize Arlene, but they were still required to show I.D.'s and
    sign forms before they were allowed to take me. They seemed like
    nice people. They must have been rich because they had a fancy
    new S.U.V. We drove for a long time, and it was sure different
    from Vermont! There were houses all over the hills! They looked
    as if they might slide off! It was pretty, though and I loved the
    palm trees and the blue sea. It was warm, too! Anyway, we finally
    pulled into a long driveway, and up to a beautiful house. It even
    had a swimming pool!
    	Cousin Arlene cooked some hamburgers for us while her
    husband Bruce showed me around. He had a nice workshop in the
    cellar, and I like tools so he showed them to me. Then
    	he found a basketball and we shot baskets until Arlene
    called us. I was hungry and really enjoyed
    	the burgers. Then she gave us ice cream for dessert. Well
    after all that food, I naturally felt the need to poop, so I did.
    My diapers were getting soggy by that time again anyway. Bruce
    cleaned off the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher, and I
    kind of shyly said,
    	"Um, Cousin Arlene, I think my diaper needs changing now."
    	"Your WHAT needs WHAT?" She asked.
    	"My diaper-----I need a diaper change."
    	"Robby, um, just wait here, okay? I'll be back in just a
    minute." She looked a bit pale.
    	I heard her in the other room on the phone. I have good
    ears.
    	"No, nobody told me anything about it," she said. "WHY does
    he have to wear diapers? He is eight years old! Is he sick or
    something? Is he retarded?"
    	"No, no of course not. He is welcome to stay. I was just so
    , uh, shocked. I still don't understand. Is he normal in other
    ways?"
    	At this point I was kind of hoping for an earthquake or
    something. Finally Arlene came back in and said that she would
    change my diaper for me. I could tell that she was grossed out
    when she saw what a poopy mess I was, but she did the best she
    could. She put one cloth diaper on me. I knew it wouldn't be
    enough and I should have said something, but I was pretty
    embarrassed by this time. I put the plastic pants on myself, and
    then my shorts. I heard her talking to Bruce and knew it must be
    about me and my diapers.
    	Bruce and Arlene just tried to be nice to me as the day wore
    on, but we all felt uncomfortable. I was getting soggier and
    soggier. We ate dinner and I asked again for a diaper change
    because I could feel the pee pooling up in my plastic pants.
    	"Why not wait until bedtime," Arlene said. "Then you can go
    to bed nice and clean."
    	I should have told her I couldn't wait that long, but
    instead, I shut up. There was a football game on and I sat down
    on the carpet in front of the TV set to watch it with Bruce.
    	Soon we were both engrossed in the game. All of a sudden I
    heard Arlene come into the room and start screaming, "Robby, how
    could you? My beautiful white carpet! It's ruined!"
    	Then I saw what I had done. I hadn't noticed that I was
    leaking because the plush carpet had been acting like a second
    diaper. There was a really big yellow circle on the white rug. I
    stood up to try to stop any more damage, but the pooled up pee in
    my plastic pants started pouring our onto the already stained
    rug. Bruce made a run for the bathroom and got a towel which he
    wrapped me in while he carried me back there.
    	"Stay here until we get you cleaned up," he said and closed
    the door on me.
    	I heard them talking, but couldn't hear what they were
    saying. They sounded angry, so I guessed they were angry at me. I
    felt bad about the carpet. A long time went by and nobody came in
    to "clean me up." Finally, I took off my wet clothes and dried
    myself with the towel. Then I left the bathroom and went to my
    bedroom. I got some diapers out of my bag and pinned them on as
    best I could. I put on another pair of plastic pants and got into
    bed. I was feeling really homesick. I put my thumb in my mouth. I
    felt my pee coming out into my diaper and loved the feeling. Soon
    I was asleep.
    	The next morning I awoke to smells of pancakes and sausage.
    Arlene came in and said,
    	"Breakfast time, sleepy head."
    	"Um, Cousin Arlene, I -uh-, I'm really sorry about the
    carpet."
    	"Never mind, Robby, we got most of it out. Now come and
    eat."
    	I love pancakes and sausage, but I had this lump in my
    throat that was interfering with my eating. Finally Arlene moved
    her chair close to mine and picked up a spoon and started feeding
    me. Then she made dive bomber noises at me and finally I was
    giggling. Finally I was full and feeling better.
    	"Do you want me to change your didee now or do you need to
    make poopy first?" she asked.
    	"Make poopy right now," I said in baby talk back to her.
    	Bruce kind of rolled his eyes as if this whole thing was a
    little too much for him.
    	While they were in the other room I heard him say to his
    wife,
    	"Just make sure the kid has enough diapers on when we leave
    for Disneyland. Bring extras too. I am just not ready for this
    deal. I want a nice normal kid."
    	My mood deflated a bit again. It's funny, but my feelings
    were not hurt by other kids anymore, but these adults seem to
    hurt me even without meaning to.
    	Arlene changed my diapers and I told her to put three on me,
    and to bring at least three more along. Then we left for
    Disneyland.
    	We were having a good time, and Bruce was even warming up to
    me again. He was enjoying having a boy to share things with. As
    he saw me having fun, he joined in, and soon the "diaper-
    problems" were all but forgotten. Suddenly I thought I heard
    crying.
    	"Cousin Bruce, did you hear that crying?"
    	"Heck, this is Disneyland. There are always kids crying."
    	He kept moving, but I hung back. There was something about
    that cry, that didn't sound like a kid who was afraid of a
    Headless Horseman or something. It was an "I'm lost" kind of cry.
    	I had trouble telling where it was coming from, until I
    realized that the little person it was coming from was hiding.
    Being a kid myself, I soon managed to find him though.
    	"What's wrong?" I asked. "Are you lost?"
    	"Who are you?" a little boy of around six asked.
    	"My name's Robby," I said. " What's your name and what's the
    matter?"
    	" I'm Brian and I went poopy in my pants, so I had to run
    away."
    	"Oh, I see what you mean----I mean I smell what you mean.
    But why would you have to run away from your parents over that?"
    	"They aren't my parents. They're my foster parents. They
    told me if I keep pooping in my pants I have to go back to the
    orphanage."
    	"They probably don't mean it," I said. "Do they hit you or
    anything?"
    	"They don't hit me, but they make me stand in the closet. I
    haven't been there too long.
    	They don't like me much."
    	"How do you know?" I asked.
    	"I hear them talking about bringing me back. He says they
    can get a better kid."
    	"What's it like at the orphanage?" I asked.
    	"It's no fun. They treat me really bad when I wet or poop in
    my pants. The other kids pick on me. I'm going to run away and be
    a pirate," Brian said.
    	"I don't think that works anymore," I said. "Maybe you can
    talk your foster parents into letting you wear diapers."
    	"Nobody my age wears diapers!" Brian said.
    	"Well, I wear diapers, and I'm eight!" I said.
    	"No way," Brian said. "I don't believe you."
    	I leaned over and showed him my ample padding.
    	"I belong to a club and we are all boys who wear diapers."
    	"Boy, I wish I could do that. My foster parents wouldn't let
    me though."
    	"Well, how about if I try to clean you up then and your
    foster parents won't know you pooped your pants. We can't just
    stay here or we will starve to death."
    	"Okay, I guess so," Brian said.
    	I found a restroom and took Brian into a stall. Fortunately
    his poop was solid, so I helped him clean himself up and then we
    went off to find someplace where we could find his foster parents
    and I could find my cousins.
    	I saw a place that said information on it and told the
    person there that we needed to find our families.. Soon our names
    went out on a loudspeaker and before long Arlene and Bruce showed
    up looking very frantic.
    	"Where were you? We looked everywhere! We were so worried!
    Why did you run off like that?"
    	I explained that I just needed to find out who was crying
    and told them about Brian and his foster parents and how he was
    afraid because he had pooped his pants. Soon Arlene's maternal
    instincts were turned on the poor little orphan and Brian seemed
    to be feeling better.
    	Bruce went and got hot dogs for everyone while we waited to
    see if Brian's foster parents would show up. After awhile they
    did, and they were angry.
    	"Take the kid to Disneyland, you said. The home is paying
    for it! So I take him and what happens? He sneaks off on us. This
    kid is a loser, I'm telling you. He is going back to the home
    tomorrow!"
    	The wife was fairly quiet. She looked at Brian briefly and
    then looked away. Finally she said,
    	"We just can't keep you Brian. You are too much trouble. You
    poop your pants, you get in fights, you even run away at
    Disneyland. I'm sorry."
    	Brian looked as if he had been hit. Arlene noticed and took
    her husband aside. Then she asked Brian's foster parents to give
    her his caseworker's name, and so forth. Then she told Brian that
    she would come to see him at the orphanage. He looked as if he
    didn't believe her so she hugged him and said,
    	"I promise."
    	Well, even before I left L.A., Brian was already living with
    Arlene and Bruce on a trial basis. Naturally, with a little
    persuading by me, Brian was back in diapers. I took the liberty
    of initiating him as the first member of the newly-formed
    California chapter of the Diaper Dudes!

    The Diaper Dudes: Further Adventures
    Chapter 3

    	As the months rolled by we all had a great time. Spring
    break was just starting and after dinner my Mom said,
    "Robby, your Dad and I would like to talk to you. Come into the
    living room."
    	"Did I do something wrong?" I asked.
    	"No, no. It is nothing like that. You aren't in trouble.
    Don't worry."
    	I sat down on the couch in the living room and my Dad
    started talking.
    	"Robby, your Mom and I know how much you love your diapers,
    and we wouldn't dream of taking them away from you. We have been
    talking about how your diaper-wearing now might handicap you as
    you get older. We are wondering if you are already permanently
    incontinent or if you could be re-potty trained. We think that if
    you can be toilet-trained then you should try to go without
    diapers for six hours a day, one day a week so you keep the
    reflexes you need. What do you think?" my Dad asked.
    	I was kind of in shock and didn't know what to say. The
    thought of giving up my diapers for even a few hours terrified
    me. I must have been pale because my Mom put her arm around me
    and said,
    	"You don't have to decide now, Robby. Think about it. We
    won't force this on you if it really bothers you a lot. If you
    decide to try it, you can stop the experiment any time you want.
    Why don't you sleep on it and let us know tomorrow. We love you,
    in or out of diapers," she said.
    	When I went to bed, I was more aware of my pee seeping into
    my diaper, and how good it felt. I wondered if I could hold it
    and empty it in the toilet at will. My poop just came out
    automatically now, too. I hardly even had to push it. It just
    seemed to know where it belonged!
    	It would just be for a few hours one day a week, though. If
    Mom and Dad thought I should do this , then I decided that I
    would give it a shot. If it was too rough, I could always quit,
    like my Mom said.
    	"I'll try it, " I said to my parents the next morning. "When
    should I start?"
    	"How about tomorrow?" my Mom said. That will give us time to
    get you some underwear. We better get lots so you can wear
    several pairs at once in case of accidents."
    	"Okay," I said. "I want to go tell the other "Dudes" what is
    going on. I hope they won't ostracize me!"
    	We set up a meeting of the "Diaper Dudes" and I told the
    group about my proposed "potty-training."
    	"I actually think it sounds like fun!" Tom said. You get to
    wear training pants and have accidents and stuff just like a real
    toddler!" I may join you in the test. What about the rest of
    you?"
    	Billy and David decided to try it, too, and we would each
    keep a log of how many accidents we had, and what type. We would
    also record any time we used the potty.
    	"I wonder if we CAN hold it," I said.
    	 "Well, it won't hurt to find out," Tom said. "Then we will
    know we have a choice and we can choose DIAPERS!"
    	That afternoon my Mom took me to the store to buy underwear.
    There sure were a lot of different kinds! I just wanted the plain
    white briefs, though. They were more diaper-like. My Mom bought
    me two dozen pairs!
    	"We can start with your wearing four pairs at once. If you
    need more, we have them on hand. They won't hold as much as a
    diaper and you won't be wearing plastic pants, so you will still
    have to keep conscious of what you are 'doing.'"
    	"Okay, Mom," I said. "I'll try. I just hope you won't stop
    loving me if I have an accident on the couch or something!"
    	"Robby, we would never stop loving you, no matter what
    happens," she said.
    	The next morning I felt kind of sad as I was changed out of
    my sodden diaper. I was really mostly afraid that they would take
    away my diapers for good if I succeeded in using the potty.
    Still, I was curious myself as to whether I could do it. I pulled
    on four pairs of the new underwear. It felt kind of like a
    diaper, really. I was going to have to work to remember that I
    didn't have a diaper on. I was to wear the underwear from 7AM
    until 1PM, and use the potty as necessary. At first I just
    squeezed my sphincter muscle to keep the pee inside. This was
    pretty uncomfortable, so after a while I gave up on that
    technique and after about a half hour I went to the potty, still
    dry. I pulled my underwear down after giving up on getting it
    through four flies, and tried to pee. I pushed, but nothing
    happened.. I guessed I just didn't have to go yet. No sooner had
    I got my pants up than I started to pee in my pants! I tried to
    stop it but I didn't seem to know how. It soaked the four pairs
    of underwear and wet my jeans as well. I went to my room to
    change, and my Mom saw me.
    	"Uh oh," she said. " That didn't take long. I think you had
    better put on six pairs of underwear this time. We might run out
    of jeans."
    	I did as she said, but within another hour I was soaked
    again. We should have bought more underwear! Then I felt myself
    having to go poop. I ran to the bathroom, but the poop was
    already out before I got there, and it was soft. I called my Mom
    and told her what had just happened. She wasn't mad or anything
    and just helped me clean up and brought me six more pairs of
    underwear. After that she went to the laundry room to do a wash
    so we wouldn't run out of underwear and jeans!
    	I went and logged my progress, or lack of it! I wondered how
    the others were doing.
    	Then my Mom knocked on my door.
    	"I don't want you to feel discouraged, Robby. It doesn't
    matter how this comes out. You will still have your diapers as
    long as you want them or need them. Now, I have an idea. When you
    were a baby and I first potty-trained you, I just sat you on your
    potty seat and read to you. Now you are too old for that, but I
    think you should try just sitting on the toilet and reading or
    listening to music. That might help stir up some reflexes," she
    said.
    	I did as my Mom suggested and things did start happening,
    but I had no control over them. It was sort of like wearing a big
    porcelain diaper!
    	At around noon, my Mom called me for lunch. I went in dry,
    and came out wet. As soon as I started to eat, the pee started
    coming out. I grabbed the front of my pants to try to squeeze my
    penis, but it didn't work. Even with six pairs of underwear on, I
    soaked the front of my pants.
    	 At 1:00 I was changed and re-outfitted in my nice soft,
    ABSORBENT diapers and I went down to Tom's to see how it went
    with him Billy and David. I brought my log along.
    	 Billy and David had already arrived when I got there. Their
    mother gave up for the day after David pooped loosely in his
    pants for the third time! David had only pooped once but had
    failed to stay dry at all, even for 30 minutes. In other words he
    did about as good as I did! Tom had not mentioned the experiment
    to his Mom for fear she would want to toilet train him for real.
    Instead, he had bought himself 6 briefs figuring one an hour
    would be enough. It wasn't! Now he wanted me to take his
    underwear home so his Mom didn't find out. Tom had really thought
    that he could stay dry, but as soon his mind was on something
    else, out came the pee! He hadn't pooped himself, but he hadn't
    pooped in the toilet either. We each enjoyed the stories of the
    other boys' accidents. It made the whole thing seem a lot
    funnier.
    	At dinner that night my Dad patted me on the back and said,
    	"I'm proud of you for being willing to try that Robby. Are
    you willing to do it again next week?"
    	I wanted to dump the whole idea, but agreed to do it again
    next week. That night, though I had nightmares about pooping and
    wetting myself in public. I dreamed I was in Walmart without my
    diapers, and I looked down and there was a puddle under my shoe.
    People were pointing their fingers at me and a little boy around
    two said, "Look Mommy! That big boy went potty in his pants!"
    	I woke up at about 6AM and realized I was sucking my thumb.
    I lay in bed feeling my wet diaper next to my skin. It felt good.
    Then I felt like pooping, so I did it in my diaper. It felt
    great! I closed my eyes and went back to sleep, still sucking my
    thumb.
    	Tom decided to bow out of the experiment. He was too fond of
    his diapers to take a chance on maybe being forced to give them
    up. He had found out that he liked peeing in his pants, though.
    That was something he thought he might like to do on occasion
    when he could avoid being caught.
    	Billy and David's Mom asked them if they really wanted to do
    that and they admitted they were only trying it because Robby
    was. She warned them about doing things just because a friend
    was. Sometimes that can be dangerous.
    	I kept up the "experiment" for about three more weeks, and
    had about the same results. When I developed a nervous "tick" in
    my eyes, my Mom and Dad came to me and said, "Robby, I think that
    this experiment is having a bad effect on you. You seem anxious
    and withdrawn. I think that we should stop it now before it does
    bad things to your self-esteem. Maybe you will have to wear
    diapers for the rest of your life, but a lot of good people do
    that and they have a happy life."
    	My dad handed me a package and I opened it. It was from Aunt
    Jane, and it said, "DIAPER DUDE" on the back.

    To be continued

    The Diaper Dudes: Further Adventures
    Chapter 4

    	When I opened the package from Aunt Jane, I couldn't believe
    my eyes. Inside it was a blue sleeper, just like a baby sleeper,
    and on the back in big letters it said "I'm a Diaper Dude."
    On the front it said, "Yipes, I'm in Diapers!" Also, there was a
    big stack of new fluffy white diapers. I looked at them and they
    were much bigger and thicker than my other ones. There was a note
    inside and I opened it. It said:

    I'm so glad that toilet training nonsense is over! You will
    always be my number one diaper boy! Stay just the way you are! I
    hope you like the new big diapers. You are growing you know!

    Love,
    Aunt Jane

    	As you may recall, "Aunt Jane" was not really my aunt, but
    rather a neighbor lady who had made our first diapers. She was
    really handy with a sewing machine! I admired my new baby
    sleeper. It had snaps in all the right places and of course,
    feet! There was plenty of room for lots of diapers in the butt
    area! It was great!
    	I was happy to get the bigger diapers. I was growing! I was
    eleven years old now and getting taller. My penis had grown a
    little, too. The more the better! Tom was twelve and I knew he
    was getting even more growth than me. He liked to wrestle with me
    when the other guys weren't around. I noticed that he liked to
    rub against me when he had me in a clinch. To tell the truth I
    didn't mind it either.
    	"Dad," I asked, "How does a guy know if he is gay?"
    	"Well, sometimes it takes a while for a guy to decide, but
    if he is almost always more attracted to men he is probably gay.
    Why? Do you think you are gay?"
    	"Well, I don't know. I do like the girls, so maybe I am
    straight. I'm just not sure."
    	"That is normal at your age, Robby," my Dad said. "You are
    probably starting to have more sexual feelings, and they will
    take a while to focus. Don't be anxious about it. It is okay with
    us whichever way you turn out."
    	The next day I met Tom down at our clubhouse.
    	"Have you ever wondered about being gay?" I asked.
    	"Heck no! Are you kidding? I am straight as an arrow!"
    	"I was just wondering," I said. "When we wrestle you kind of
    rub your dick against me and it gets big and hard."
    	"Hey, when you get to be my age you will understand that it
    just feels good to rub your dick against anything! The bigger it
    gets the more attention it needs!"
    	"Let me see it," I asked.
    	He pulled down his pants and diapers and showed me his now
    erect penis. It wasn't huge but it was bigger than mine. A little
    reluctantly I took off my soggy diapers and showed myself to Tom.
    	"Hey, that isn't much yet, but it's bigger than last year.
    It'll grow a lot more."
    	We pinned our diapers back on and had another "wrestling
    match." The motive was out in the open now so we rubbed against
    each other a lot longer. Finally I heard Tom groan.
    	"Are you okay?" I asked.
    	"Sure, I'm great! I just came in my diaper! Just wait until
    you are a little older!"
    	Yep, we were getting older. Next year I was going to a new
    school, since I would be in seventh grade. Tommy had started
    going there last year.
    	"It isn't so bad," Tom said. "My doctor wrote a note that
    said I had suffered an athletic injury that rendered me
    incontinent. I almost believe it myself now, and so do my
    parents! It's a lot more socially acceptable than saying I like
    to wear them for fun!"
    	My first day of Middle School was bad. I showed my note to
    my Homeroom teacher, and waited while she read it and marked
    something in her book. She gave the note back because I would
    need it for my other teachers. It said that I was totally
    incontinent, probably from a birth defect. Then I sat down at the
    only desk left. I remembered the kid sitting next to me. His name
    was Peter. I thought of him at Peter the Pain.
    	"Hey pissy pants! Still in didees?" he said.
    	I ignored him, but it didn't do any good.
    	"Hey, Poopy Butt, I'm talking to you!" He said in a louder
    voice.
    	The teacher heard him and said," Mr. White, is there
    something you wish to share with the whole class?"
    	"Just that the guy next to me wears diapers and is a
    wierdo," Peter said.
    	"Mr. White, that was uncalled for. I am writing you a pass
    to the Principal's office requesting that you be given two hours
    detention. I expect you behavior to improve."
    	Peter sulked off to the Principal's office and I heard a lot
    of snickering. I didn't know if it was about me or him. Oh well.
    It was all part of being a diaper lover.
    	There seemed to be a lot more bullies at this school,
    though. It was a bigger school with kids from a wider area. They
    probably never bothered Tom. They liked to pick on smaller kids
    like me. Anyway, word of my diaper-wearing spread fast and
    several of the guys stuck out their butts and patted them when I
    walked by.
    	"I think I need a change," they would say in an effeminate
    voice. It must have been a gang because they all did the same
    thing. Only, other guys heard them and asked what was going on
    and the abusers kept multiplying. Then I noticed the strangest
    thing. I seemed to be aroused by the humiliation. I actually had
    to go in the men's room and jerk off. This was all very
    confusing.
    	Anyway, by the end of the week they seemed to grow tired of
    the game after seeing no negative reaction on my part. Most of my
    teachers were pretty good about my situation. One of them, Mr.
    Benson, would loudly tell me to go get changed if he detected any
    untoward odor in the classroom. He was kind of a drill sergeant
    type so I did as I was told as soon as I was told!
    	I was wearing Attends to school and was perfectly capable of
    changing myself by this time. The school nurse would have none of
    it, though. She believed that I was handicapped and needed her to
    change me.
    	"Don't be silly! That's what I'm here for, Dearie," she
    said. She was nice and very liberal with the baby oil and powder.
    I always got stiff for her, but she never said a word about it.
    	 There was one boy who kept bothering me. His name was Matt
    and he was in ninth grade and really big. He got pretty physical
    about it. He would push me up against a wall and start feeling
    me.
    	"Cut it out, Matt," I said.
    	"Who's going to make me?" he said.
    	"You are just being a bully. Everybody knows bullies are
    cowards," I said.
    	"Oh yeah? Well let's take a little walk," he said.
    	 He half-pushed and half-dragged me out the door of the
    school and into a tool shed outside that was open. He shoved me
    down on my stomach and pulled down my pants and my very wet and
    soiled diaper.
    	"Wow, do you know how disgusting you are?" Matt asked.
    	"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," I said.
    	"Put it back on inside-out," Matt said, "or I will break
    your arm and pull all your hair out."
    	"Man, is that the best you can think of?" I asked.
    	"Just do it, and right now," Matt said. "I can't take the
    smell any longer."
    	He grabbed a bunch of my hair and pulled brutally. It
    actually did come out. I didn't want to be bald so I put the
    diaper on inside-out. Then I pulled up my pants, and he let me
    go. I went to the nurse's office and told her what had happened,
    but didn't tell her who did it. She looked at my soiled and wet
    trousers and said that the only thing to do was to call my mother
    and have her bring another pair. She sent a message to my teacher
    for the next period and I waited for my Mom to show up. As I
    waited, my thoughts turned to revenge. It wouldn't have done any
    good to report Matt for what he did. I needed to get even in a
    way that would make him stop bothering me.
    	After school I met with Tom and we plotted ways to humiliate
    and "tame" Matt.
    	At last we decided on a method. We would wait until Friday
    because we needed to make some preparations. Matt always came to
    school early because he played on the football team and they
    worked out before school. Tom and I waited for him and cornered
    him when he arrived.
    	"Rob tells me that you really like diapers," Tom said.
    	"Oh man, it's the other pervert," Matt said.
    	We had found a portable building that was unoccupied until
    later.
    	"Come with us," Tom said.
    	We each took one of Matt's large arms and pulled him toward
    the building. He was quite a load, but Tom knew pressure points
    and so we managed to get him over there. We went into the
    restroom and tied Matt's hands behind him. First we powdered him
    with baby powder liberally so that he would smell like a baby.
    Next we put a diaper on him. Over that we put a pair of plastic
    pants. We had Aunt Jane rig them up so that a chain went through
    the waistband and a padlock went in the back. Next we put on his
    pants, with a special locking belt and poured super glue on his
    zipper to keep it from coming down.
    	"Well, I guess you are ready for football practice now,"
    said Tom. "If you are a good boy and keep your diaper on all day,
    we will unlock you after school. Of course that is a long time to
    go without a change so try to control yourself. Meet us right
    here after school. If you get loose on your own, we have even
    worse things in mind for you!"
    	 Needless to say, Matt didn't go to football practice. He
    would have cut all his classes but he didn't know where to go. By
    sixth period his diaper had begun to leak. Worse still, he needed
    to poop. Finally he couldn't contain himself anymore and he
    filled his diaper.
    	"Did somebody step in doggie-do?" the girl on his right
    asked.
    	Matt looked at his shoes and said that it wasn't him.
    	"It sure smells like it's coming from you," said the girl.
    "Matt, did you poop your pants?"
    	"Of course not!" Matt said. "I just farted a little."
    	"It smells like you farted a whole lot," she said, "and a
    very wet fart at that!"
    	The other students were beginning to notice the fuss as well
    as the odor.
    	Finally the teacher asked what was going on. A student near
    the front said something softly to the teacher.
    	"Matt!" He said. "Come up here please."
    	Matt was leaking quite badly by this time as well as
    smelling very poopy. The students started to snicker as he made
    his way to the front in his wet pants.
    	"Matt, I think you need to go to the nurse. Get cleaned up
    and I want to see you right after school."
    	"I can't ---- that is, I have a doctor's appointment right
    after school," Matt said.
    	Matt went to the nurses office, and when she saw the
    padlocked belt she asked him what was going on.
    	"A couple of guys decided to do this to me for a joke," Matt
    said.
    	"Are they friends of yours?" she asked.
    	"No, they are just a couple of bullies," he said.
    	"Is there any reason why they picked this way to bully you?"
    she asked.
    	"Yeah, they are a couple of diaper freaks looking for new
    recruits or something."
    	"What are their names?" she asked.
    	"Oh, Rob Cunningham, and Tom something., Matt said."
    	It was clear to the nurse that I had gotten my revenge. She
    was secretly pleased.
    	"Well Matt, the only trouble is, I can't change you because
    I don't have the key. Were they going to unlock you anytime
    soon?"
    	"They said after school," Matt said. "I don't know whether
    to believe them or not though."
    	"Well, it is only one more hour. Why not wait here until
    after school and if they don't turn you loose we can go to the
    Industrial Arts room and have them cut your chains."
    	Matt would have rather died than have the Industrial Arts
    teacher see his predicament, but fortunately Tom and I were
    waiting for him.
    	"Ready for a change?" I asked.
    	"Yeah, please," Matt said.
    	We opened the locks and took off his diaper.
    	"Now put it on inside out," I said.
    	"No, please!" Matt said.
    	I thought for a minute and then said, "I'll let you off the
    hook this time, but if you bother me or anybody else again it
    will be worse for you."

    To be continued

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