    Four Little Boys with Lots of Diapers
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    	Hi, my name is Jamie Fisher. Now that I'm old enough
    to write a story about my childhood experiences with
    diapers, I'd like to share this one with you.

    Many weekends ago....

    	It was always so much easier for me to get out of bed
    on the weekends. I wasn't finding grade three all that
    pleasant so my Saturdays meant a lot. I would do my best to
    avoid any chores my parents could come up with, and I'd
    spend a considerable amount of time watching cartoons and
    eating Froot Loops, or some other kind of extremely sugary
    breakfast cereal. Hyperactivity was the name of the game
    here. My parents drank coffee, I ate sugary cereal. Little
    did I know that this particular weekend would have a strong
    influence on the rest of my life.
    	I yawned and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. My black
    and white 'Snoopy' alarm clock said that it was just after
    seven AM. My parents probably wouldn't be up for another
    hour or so. I could get an early start on my cartoons and
    cereal! I moved to get out of bed. Then I felt the familiar
    sensation of wet soggy sheets. My pajamas clung to my
    thighs with the heavy wetting they had received sometime
    during the night. The air felt cold as I pushed my sheets
    aside. My parents had decided a month ago that I should do
    my own cleanup if I wet during the night. And changing my
    sheets was so much of a chore that my room was starting to
    take on a very distinctive odor. My feet touched down on
    soft pile carpet and I slid my wet pajamas off. I walked
    over to my hamper and carefully stuffed my PJ's down to the
    bottom where they would hopefully not be discovered for a
    little while. I pulled on some brand new white underwear,
    then some jeans and my favorite blue sweatshirt. I looked
    at the dark spot on my blue sheets. A large dark blue
    circle that mocked my inability to control my bladder. I
    chose to ignore it. I straightened my sheets and comforter,
    hoping that it would be dry by bedtime. I opened my bedroom
    door and walked quietly down the hallway, past my parents'
    room and into the kitchen.
    	While pouring milk into my Froot Loops I noticed that
    there was rain and thunder going on outside. Powerful gusts
    of wind sent large raindrops pelting against the windows. I
    stood over the heat register by the sliding glass doors,
    eating my cereal. Warm air blew up my pant legs as I
    watched the storm rage on outside. I was thinking of a time
    just a couple of years before, when I woke up in the
    morning with a diaper on. My bed was dry. All my wet and
    mess safely contained inside my cozy diapers. I remembered
    all the extra attention I would receive because of them. I
    was thinking it would be really nice if I could still wear
    diapers to bed, but I would never ask my parents to get me
    some. Too embarrassing!
    	I was pondering these thoughts when my dad walked into
    the kitchen. Yawning and groaning, he set about the task of
    making morning coffee. I slurped the remnants of sugary
    milk in my bowl and dropped it into the kitchen sink. Dad
    came up behind me, put his arms around my stomach and
    chest. And squeezed me in a big bear hug till my giggling
    almost suffocated me.
    	"How's my little tiger doing this morning, huh?" He
    said, squeezing hard and rubbing his sandpaper whiskers on
    my cheek.
    	"Fine, Dad!" I said, breaking his grip and spinning
    around I jumped on his back, ready to wrestle.
    	"Ohh no! Not this early...let go."
    	"Aww... come on.." I pleaded as he carefully lowered
    me to the floor.
    	"Not right now. But here, why don't you take this to
    your Mom?" He handed me a large mug of steaming coffee. I
    took it from him and walked carefully down the hall to my
    parents room.
    	"Hi Jamie....Oh thank you!" She said as I walked in
    and set the cup down on her bedside table.
    	"Come here for a sec. I want to talk to you about this
    weekend." She patted the bed, motioning for me to sit
    beside her. I bounced up on there king-size featherbed and
    snuggled close as she put her arm around me and stroked my
    hair. I loved the feeling of her long fingernails running
    through my hair, and encouraged her to continue whenever
    she stopped, like a puppy begging to be pet.
    	"Now you do remember that your father and I are going
    for a little holiday this weekend, right?"
    	I thought carefully for a moment then sheepishly came
    up with an appropriate response.
    	"Oh, happy anniversary, Mom!" I tipped my head back to
    give her a peck on the cheek and she continued.
    	"So you're going to stay over at Michael's, just like
    we talked about before. We'll be back to pick you up
    tomorrow evening O.K.?"
    	Michael was a friend I had meet at swimming lessons.
    He was one year younger than me. Striking blue eyes and
    sandy blond hair that was cut to a rim just over his
    eyebrows. He also had two younger brothers. Matthew, age
    four, and Jonathan, age six. They often came to our swim
    meets along with there parents, Jeff and Tamara. Last
    Wednesday my parents had arranged for me to stay over at
    their house for the weekend. Both Michael and I thought
    this would be a lot of fun, but I was worried. I had always
    avoided sleepovers in the past, this would be my first one.
    What if I wet the bed while I was there? What would
    everybody think? These thoughts troubled me as I gave a
    rather despondent "yes" to my mother's question. She put
    her hand on my forehead and pulled back forcing me to look
    directly into her eyes.
    	"You do want to go there, don't you?"
    	"Yes, Yes, I do!" I said with extra enthusiasm so she
    wouldn't push for an explanation to my sultry response.
    	"O.K. well you need to get your stuff together because
    we are leaving at ten." She looked at her bedside clock
    "That gives you a little over an hour and a half to get
    ready, alright?"
    	"Yup," I said, rolling over till I fell off the far
    side of the bed.
    	"Go on, get going!" She said. making shooing motions
    with her hands. "And tell your Dad to come in here."
    	I left the room in search of my father, who I was sure
    would be in the living room reading the morning paper.
    	"Dad, Mom wants you," I said, walking over to the
    television and flicking in search of cartoons. Saturday
    morning cartoons were a great way to ignore your troubles,
    and everything else it seems as I wound up delaying our 10
    o'clock departure for an extra half an hour. I just totally
    lost track of the time. I tried to blame my unpreparedness
    to the great quality of cartoons these days, but my parents
    wouldn't have it.
    	The rain continued to pour down as we joined the
    highway traffic out of town. I was surprised just how far
    out of town Michael's place really was. I had never been
    there before. Instead of buildings and endless houses the
    landscape was now mainly trees and mountainsides. We turned
    off the highway, and after a maze of smaller roads we found
    ourselves winding up a single lane road for what seemed a
    very long time until finally Dad exclaimed. "3589...There
    it is!" We pulled into a long gravel driveway which wound
    its way through a small orchard.
    	"Wow cool!" I said, pointing at the large house at the
    end of the drive.
    	"Oh my, its beautiful!" Mom said as we drove closer.
    It was a very large double A-frame style home with log
    construction and a cedar shake roof. Very cute on a
    hillside in the country, even in this terrible weather."
    	Dad pulled the car up to the front door and I kissed
    them both as I grabbed my pack and stepped out to the
    gravel drive. Michael was already at the front door. Tamara
    also came to the door, opened it wide, and stepped out on
    the porch. My Mom rolled down her window and said, "Sorry
    we can't come in but we're already way behind schedule."
    	"Oh that's all right, go on, have a good time." Tamara
    said a she came down the front steps and put an arm around
    my shoulder. We waved and I exchanged blown kisses with my
    Mother as they turned around and drove back down the long
    gravel drive.
    	"Well, you made it! C'mon, lets get out of the rain!"
    We ran up the front steps and stood on the porch.
    	"Uh huh," I said, feeling a little uncomfortable in my
    strange new surroundings. She kneeled beside me and looked
    into my eyes, then gave a little nod and told Michael to
    take my pack and put it in his room. The front door opened
    to a beautiful dark wood interior. A strong gust of warm
    air smelling of freshly baked cookies enticed me forward.
    Hardwood floors stretched to the far side of the house
    where I could see a large picture window and a blazing wood
    fireplace. Michael zipped down one of the many hallways to
    the left and after taking my coat Tamara ushered me off to
    the right into a large kitchen. She pat one of the barstool
    chairs that surrounded the granite-topped island in the
    middle of the room.
    	"Come here and sit your little butt down on this
    chair, we are just going to eat some lunch."
    	I eagerly obliged as my stomach was starting to growl
    and scrambled up on the stool. Tamara was in her late
    twenties, long blond hair and motherly hips. She moved with
    a graceful efficiency, putting out four place settings and
    pouring milk into each glass. Michael raced into the room
    closely followed by Mathew and Jonathan. They all wore
    loose fitting sweat pants and tops except Matthew who was
    wearing just a thick disposable diaper and a T-shirt.
    	"Hi Jamie! You gotta see this new game I'm playing,
    its so cool, you can select all kinds of different weapons.
    Two people can play at the same time, I just got it
    yesterday."
    	I thought I could hear the crinkling of plastic as he
    moved but dismissed the sound as coming from Mathew who was
    still scrambling to get up on his stool.
    	"Awesome!" I said, caught up in his enthusiasm. "What
    kind of weapons?"
    	Our conversation continued along these lines through
    our lunch of tomato soup, grilled cheese, and a cookie.
    When finished we all thanked Michael's Mom and I jumped
    down off my stool to follow the three boys out of the
    kitchen and to the gaming room. I walked directly behind
    Mathew. For some reason I really liked to look at his
    diaper. It gave him a very distinctive waddle and made a
    fascinating crinkly noise with every movement. On the way
    upstairs I suddenly had the urge to touch Matthew's diaper.
    Pretending that I wanted him to move faster I put my hand
    on his diapered butt and pushed him along. The slick
    plastic felt so good, I reached down closer to his crotch
    and noticed that he was wet. I pulled my hand away as we
    entered the room. Michael already had the Big screen T.V.
    fired up.
    	"Come on, sit down. Here's your joystick."
    	I crossed the room and jumped into an open space on
    the sofa. We were totally absorbed in the game within
    minutes. Jonathan and I would trade up once in a while so
    he wouldn't feel left out. Mathew soon realized he wasn't
    going to be able to play with us and went of in search of
    other entertainment, pouting as he walked out of the room.
    	"Damn it!" Michael exclaimed as he got up and reset
    the machine. I definitely heard something when he moved
    this time. And when he crouched down to hit the reset
    button I saw thick white plastic diapers sticking out of
    the top of his sweatpants. Michael stood up quickly and
    pulled his shirt down over his rather puffy butt. He gave
    me a sideways glance to check if I had noticed. I looked
    away quickly, not sure what to think. In a way I felt
    relieved because I wouldn't have to worry about the
    impression my bedwetting would make. Michael and I were
    about the same size, maybe I could get a diaper, too. These
    thoughts raced through my head as Michael sat back down
    beside me, his diaper extra loud in my ears.
    	"I'll be back in a sec," I said, passing my joystick
    to Jonathan. I was embarrassed and excited at the same
    time, my best friend wore diapers, this was going to take a
    moment to get a handle on. I walked down the thick carpeted
    hallway looking for a bathroom. There it was. I opened the
    door and flicked the light switch on the wall. My eyes
    popped open with what I saw. I closed the door behind me
    and took it all in. It was a large room with a built-in
    change table that took up most of the right wall. On it
    were all sorts of baby ointments, powders, bottles and
    diapers. There was even a sink at one end. The left side of
    the room contained a large Jacuzzi bathtub and a toilet. To
    my immediate left was three large shelves filled with all
    kinds of diapers in many sizes, even adult sizes. Pampers,
    Pull-Ups, Goodnights, and other diapers I hadn't heard of
    before. I couldn't believe how excited I was about this
    diaper discovery. I was shaking with anticipation as I
    pulled a larger disposable free of its packaging. Its crisp
    folds crackled as I opened it wide. The plastic felt creamy
    smooth on my cheek and a wonderful scent filled the air.
    This looked like it might fit...