Best Friends Share More Than Toys

Chapter two- The Next Weekend

The following week went by pretty slowly, and I was excited about going to Martin’s house for the weekend! Despite its slowness, however, the week was fairly good. I was glad that I had absolutely no homework for the whole entire weekend, so I would be able to hang out with Martin without having to worry about it. Zach, Rob, and Jordan had all been given in-school suspension for the whole week, so Martin and I almost never saw them except for at lunch and occasionally in the halls, and they never even said a word to us, but we still got the usual taunting from some of our other peers. In addition to being non-athletic, Martin was also a well-known pants wetter, and occasionally a pants-pooper, and that didn’t help anything for him. I felt really sorry for him to have to deal with all of it, but he seemed used to it all. I got to witness one of his pooping accidents that Wednesday, when he mentioned his stomach was acting up again. He went to the bathroom several times that day, and didn’t make it more than half the time. He ended up going home at lunch when he pooped a lot and his pants got dirty from it, and he also received a lot of taunting (more than usual) that day.

Despite my anxiousness, I was able to survive the whole week. I went home with Martin and his sister Danielle on Friday afternoon, and I would be spending the night Friday and leaving Saturday afternoon. I was somewhat surprised to see that Danielle had her own car, and would be the one driving us home, but then I remembered that Martin said she was sixteen and had her license, so it didn’t seem as weird. Martin also mentioned that his mom worked in the afternoon, so she couldn’t pick us up. It felt odd not going to the buses like normal, but I just shrugged the feeling off. About halfway through the car ride I watched Martin fidget as he looked like he was about to pee himself.

“Danielle, are we almost home? I gotta pee really badly!!” he whined.

“We’re about halfway there. Can you hold it?” Danielle asked her brother.

“I guess I can,” Martin said, although he was still fidgeting.

“You could always just go in your diaper, you know,” Danielle remarked.

“But it’ll leak!” Martin whined again.

We were all quiet for the next few minutes. After about five minutes, Martin stopped fidgeting and he had an embarrassed look on his face. I could actually hear his piss stream hissing faintly as he let it out into his ‘pull-up’. I saw a dark wet patch start to form on his beige pants, and I saw that it had leaked.

“Aww man! It leaked again!” he whined.

“At least the seats are leather…” Danielle muttered to herself, although I could still hear her as I was sitting right behind her.

We soon got to Martin’s house, and he went inside. Martin led me to his room where he pulled the door to and started to remove his pants. The whole inside of the legs from the crotch down to his knees was soaked, and his ‘pull-up’ was dripping slightly. The front of it was also very yellow.

“Um, do you want me to leave while you change?” I asked. I felt my erection pushing up in my pants as I enjoyed the sight of Martin’s ‘diaper’. I didn’t want to leave, but I respected Martin’s privacy, and would if he wanted me to.

“Nah, you can stay, I don’t mind,” he said flatly. I was secretly happy with this response, and discretely undid the button and zipper on my jeans to give my boner some room.

I slowly rubbed my front with my hand inside my pants, over my briefs as I sat on the bed and watched Martin strip off the soaked pair of ‘pull-ups’ and throw them into the basket. His dick was as erect as mine was as he used a baby wipe to wipe his penis and balls, and then sprinkled a tiny bit of powder on them and rubbed it in. He finally took not one, but two pairs of underwear, as well as a pair of plastic pants from his dresser.

“Why are you wearing all of those? Don’t you normally only wear one?” I asked.

“Yeah, at school I only wear one. I know it kinda sounds odd, but I don’t use the toilet at home. I only do at school because I don’t want to smell as much at school, and also my mom says I should use the toilet at school and in public,” he said as he stepped into the first pair and pulled it up, and then did the same with the second pair and the plastic pants.

“Aren’t you going to put some pants on?” I asked, not that I wanted him to. I enjoyed seeing him in his diapers, especially as they were so thick.

“They don’t fit over two pairs,” he said. I just nodded.

I suddenly realized that I needed to pee, but I really didn’t want to get up and go to the bathroom. I thought about asking Martin if I could use one of his ‘diapers’, but I wasn’t sure how he would react, so I just resigned with going to the toilet. I asked Martin where their bathroom was and he pointed down the hall, and I went to go take my piss. I sighed to myself as I thought of how I could have possibly gotten my hands on a ‘diaper’ and used it instead, but I chickened out at the last minute!

Just as I was leaving the bathroom I heard the door open, and I saw Martin’s little brother Freddy come in. He saw me and came up to me and said hi.

“You’re Martin’s friend. Um… Uhh… Daniel, right?” Freddy stuttered.

“Drew, but Daniel was close enough,” I corrected.

“Oh. I’m Freddy, just in case you don’t know that,” Freddy said, pushing his round-framed glasses up on his nose. I thought he was pretty cute with his bowl-cut blond hair, and he looked like a younger Martin plus glasses and minus braces. I secretly looked at his pants to see if he wore diapers like Martin, but I couldn’t tell.

Freddy went down the hall and to Martin’s (and apparently his) room. I followed him and watched as he set his book bag down and began taking off his pants. He revealed a pair of white briefs underneath, and I was a little sad to see that he didn’t wear diapers. However, I was also curious about why he was changing.

“Does Freddy wet, too?” I whispered to Martin.

“I don’t,” Freddy commented, apparently having heard me. He pulled his pants down and fully revealed his white briefs, which had some brown skid marks embedded in the seat that indicated poor butt wiping skills. “I just like wearing the diapers at home. I saw Martin wearing them and I wanted to wear them, so Mom let me.” He mentioned. I was surprised at how open he was about this.

Freddy pulled down his underwear and stepped out of it. His penis, despite being at least two years away from puberty, was just as erect as Martin’s was when he changed. Freddy took the bottle of baby powder and sprinkled some on his crotch area and rubbed it in, then finally took out two smaller-sized ‘diapers’ and plastic pants and put them on. I was starting to feel jealous as I was now the only boy without a ‘diaper’ on, but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t have to, anyways, because what Freddy said next pretty much covered it.

“Now it’s Drew’s turn!” he said, seeing that I was the only one still wearing normal underwear.

“Uhh, what?” I stuttered, feeling my erection return.

“Come on, it’ll be fun! The diapers are in the closet!” Freddy persuaded.

“I guess… if… everyone’s doing it then it’s okay,” I resigned. I was really pretty thrilled at his offer, although I didn’t show it.

I got up and went to the closet to get some diapers in Martin’s size, then started taking off my pants and underwear and powdered myself up like Freddy and Martin did. In no time I was diapered up just like they were, and I loved it! I rubbed my hands all over my front and felt the texture of my plastic pants. I also pulled the innermost diaper up on me, and smiled contently as it rubbed against my penis. I was hard as ever, and I really wanted to have a full masturbation session, but I was afraid to with Martin, and especially Freddy, present. Martin must have noticed what I was doing, because he commented, “Don’t worry, we do that, too, right Freddy?”

“Yeah, I do!” Freddy said, “Except I can’t shoot yet.”

“Oh… Uhh… Can you, Martin?” I asked Martin. I was starting to realize that Martin was like a totally different person outside of school, but then again I guess a lot of people are.

“You bet,” he said, “Do you want to, you know… Do it now?” Martin asked me.

I nodded, so Martin, Freddy, and I sat in a circle on Martin and Freddy’s bunk bed on Martin’s bottom bunk. We each looked around at each other in our ‘diapers’ and took in the scene as we were slowly rubbing our fronts. My erection was throbbing under my ‘diapers’, and after a few minutes I felt some pre leak out of the tip of my penis. I moaned a bit as I felt the sperm-infested liquid trickle down the underside of my boner and go down into my diapers where the thick cloth absorbed it all. It only took about two more minutes for me to release my load into my diapers with a pleased grunt. I was now sweating and panting as I removed my shirt to try to cool off. Soon Martin did the same, and Freddy, although he couldn’t ejaculate, apparently decided to stop there.

“Wow, that’s the first time I’ve ever gotten to do that with someone else… Besides Freddy, of course,” Martin mentioned.

“Me too,” I said, “but it felt good…”

Suddenly the door creaked open, and Danielle came in to ask us if we wanted snack. She noticed me in the diapers, and asked me if I normally wore them.

“Uhh, no…” I mentioned, then adding quickly, “but I saw Martin and Freddy in them, and I kinda wanted to wear them, too, so Martin let me…”

Danielle nodded. “I expected that… Must be a boys’ thing…” she muttered to herself.

“Anyways,” she added, “I popped some popcorn for you guys, so if you want it come and get it.”

We all got up and walked to the living room where the bowl of popcorn had been placed on a TV tray along with three cans of Coke, “I hope you drink Coke Drew,” Danielle mentioned.

“I do, don’t worry,” I said, nodding as I got myself a fistful of popcorn. Danielle turned the TV on for us so we could watch cartoons, but I wanted to talk to Martin, and neither of us really paid attention to it much.

“So, um, do you know anybody else in school who wears diapers?” I asked Martin.

“I know one sixth grader that wears them,” he mentioned, “he wears actual diapers, too, not pull-ups like the ones I wear, and they’re disposable instead of cloth.”

“Really? Who is it?” I asked.

“Do you know Antonio Dallas?” Martin asked me. I nodded, and he mentioned that it’s him.

“He’s my sister’s friend’s older brother. I don’t see him very often, and I’ve only talked to him like once, but whenever I did he always had a bulge in his pants. I guess at least now I know why,” I mentioned, eating another handful of popcorn.

“I also have two friends who wear diapers,” Freddy said, having been quiet for a few minutes, “they’re twins, and they both have encorpresis, which means they poop their pants a lot. Their mom finally got tired of dealing with poopy underwear, so she got diapers for them. They actually wear cloth diapers like me and Martin do at night, and they wear, like, five diapers at once, and that’s just at school!”

I smiled as I heard Freddy talk about his diaper friends, and I wondered if my sisters knew them. They were in the same class as Freddy, so it was possible that they did. My thoughts were soon interrupted by the pressure in my bladder, indicating that I had to pee again. I was excited that I finally got a chance to use the diapers, but when I tried to pee I just couldn’t! I guess my bladder just was used to going to the actual toilet, and not in diapers like a baby. I tried thinking of water and other things to help me pee, but it was still no use, and I was getting frustrated!

“Something wrong, Drew?” Martin asked me after a moment.

“Um, I need to pee, but it’s not coming out! I can’t do it in these diapers for some reason!” I said.

“Your bladder’s used to using the toilet, that’s why. Maybe if you go stand in front of the toilet as if you really were peeing in the toilet your bladder will think you’re gonna pee in the toilet, or something,” Freddy suggested.

I nodded, agreeing that that would probably work. I got up from the couch and went to the bathroom as if I were going to use the toilet for real. Martin and Freddy also followed me, probably to see if it worked. I stood in front of the toilet and imagined myself peeing into it like I normally do. I held my hands in front of my diaper like I would if I were holding my penis to pee into the toilet. While I was doing this, Freddy turned on the sink.

“Here’s a little help,” he said.

Finally, after about two minutes, I felt my pee rushing out of my penis and into my diapers. The thick cotton of the innermost diaper soaked up my urine as I released it, and I sighed with relief. Soon I was letting out my last few drops of piss into my diaper as the tip of my penis still had a tiny bit of pee in it. “I did it,” I said quietly.

“I just went pee-pee in my diaper, too!” Freddy said, giggling. Martin and I also laughed at that, and Martin mentioned that he’d been wet for a while.

We went back into Martin and Freddy’s bedroom, and they decided to show me what their nighttime cloth diapers looked like, so they went into the closet and dug out a big box that was overstuffed with diapers, and a similar one with plastic pants. I was stunned by how thick the diapers were, and even more so when Martin mentioned that they wear at least six of them at a time.

“Six diapers?” I asked, “Why so many? You only wear them for, what, maybe ten hours, so I doubt you could pee *that* much in them.”

“You’ve seen how I wet, Drew,” Martin mentioned, “and besides, I like them thick, and that’s how Danielle puts them on us anyways.”

“Danielle changes your diapers?” I asked, my voice cracking out of surprise.

“Yeah, she does!” Freddy said, “Our mom doesn’t like us handling pins, and she doesn’t want to do it all the time, so Danielle does it. She actually likes to change us! I guess she likes having control over us in a way.”

I just nodded slowly, taking in all the information. I began to imagine having Danielle put diapers on me, and I got hard again. I had to admit, Danielle was pretty good-looking. Her dirty-blond hair went all the way down to her butt, and her eyes were, pardon the simile, as blue as the daytime sky. She was also rather large, and had boobs that resembled grape fruits in size. She was just the kind of girl I liked!

Just then I heard the door open, and Freddy got up and went out to the living room. Martin mentioned that his mom was home now, and he and I also went to go greet her. She smiled and hugged Martin and Freddy, and said hi to me.

“I see you wear diapers like my sons,” she mentioned.

“Uhh, not normally… I just kinda wanted to… I hope you don’t mind,” I mentioned shyly. She said it was okay, and then went to go make dinner.

Not much else happened for the rest of the evening. Freddy, Martin, and I played computer games most of the time, as well as some GameCube games. We were sent to bed at ten o’clock that night, and Danielle came in to put Martin and Freddy’s night diapers on them. Freddy was first, and he got down on a mat in the corner of the room and waited for Danielle to change him.

“Do you want to wear regular diapers, Drew?” She asked me as she removed Freddy’s plastic pants and pull-up diapers. I noticed that his butt was a stinking, poopy, mess, and Danielle commented on this, “Phew! You’re stinky, little boy!” Freddy just giggled at this.

“Um, I don’t really… Know…” I thought aloud.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she mentioned, “but I think you’d look cute in diapers!”

I blushed at this comment, and didn’t say anything for a moment. Finally, though, I agreed to wear diapers that night. Danielle wiped up Freddy’s poopy butt, then took out about six cloth diapers and started pinning them on his butt. I saw that not only did she use a lot of diapers, but she had to be using at least a dozen pins in each side! I assumed that this was just something Martin and Freddy liked, so I didn’t question it, but it was still a little odd to me. Finally, Danielle slid a pair of plastic pants over his diapers. I didn’t think that was odd… until what she did next. She took a key from a box, and after pulling the drawstring on Freddy’s plastic pants tight, she stuck the key in the side of them and was apparently locking them.

“Whoa! What’s that?” I asked, confused.

“My brothers wear locking plastic pants with their cloth diapers,” Danielle explained, “it just ensures us that they won’t be taking their diapers off, not that they want to. We use to do it with Freddy when he first started wearing them because he tried to take them off a few times. Now he likes his locking plastic pants, and so does Martin.”

I just nodded again. Freddy was soon dismissed from the table, and Martin took his turn. Danielle went through the same process as she did with Freddy, and was soon done with Martin. Lastly, it was my turn. I was the only one of us who hadn’t pooped, but Danielle still changed me anyways. As she was pinning the diapers on, I did the math to find how many diaper pins were in my diapers. There were about twelve in each side, so that meant about twenty-four per diaper, and that times six diapers was one-hundred and forty-four pins! So, if my calculations were correct, I had over a hundred pins in my diapers, as did the other boys and between the three of us over four-hundred pins were used! I relayed this information to the others, who smiled in amusement.

“That just shows how much I love pinning diapers up!” Danielle replied.

“To be honest, I don’t think I’d settle for any less. I love my diaper pins!” Martin said.

“Me, too!” Freddy echoed.

Danielle just smiled and finished diapering me. She even used a pair of Martin’s locking plastic pants on me! All three of us diaper boys hopped into bed. I rolled out my sleeping bag on the floor and slept on that. Danielle said goodnight to us, turned a nightlight on, and left the room.

I looked at the clock. It read twelve thirty, over two hours since we had been sent to bed. Martin and Freddy were both sound asleep in their beds, and I was for half the night, but a familiar pressure in my bowels woke me up. I had a bad need to shit, and I knew it wouldn’t wait. I tried to clench my buttocks like I normally did in school when I couldn’t use the bathrooms for pooping, but the thickness of the diapers made it impossible. I was literally locked in my diapers, and there was no way I’d be able to take them off and use the bathroom. I knew I’d have to shit my diapers eventually, so I decided to go ahead and get it over with. I turned over onto my stomach so that it would be easier and started pushing. First I let out a long fart that lasted an entire three seconds, but after a moment I was able to start my load. It was slightly runny, probably from the chili I had eaten, and there was quite a bit of it. I did eventually finish, though, and was left to sleep in stinky, smelly diapers. I turned back on my back, feeling the mud-like poop squishing up against my butt as I lay down on my sleeping bag. It took a moment, but finally I fell asleep.

The light shined through the window in the bedroom and made its way to my eyes. I first tried to wave it away as if it was a feather, but then I realized it was morning. I groggily sat up, feeling the disgusting mess press up against my butt, and looked at the digital clock on the table on the other side of the bunk beds. It read eight forty-six, and I decided to stay awake. I sat up and thought about the previous night, wearing diapers with Martin and his brother Freddy, and I wished that I could wear them all the time. I started feeling jealous of them because their mom let them wear diapers, but my mom would most likely never agree to something like that. It then occurred to me that I knew where their diapers were kept. I knew that stealing was wrong, but I really wanted some diapers of my own, and that was the only way I knew how to get them. I peeked up onto the beds and saw that both Freddy and Martin were fast asleep, so I had some time to do this. I got up and went to the closet, and decided to take a few pairs of ‘pull-ups’ since my mom probably wouldn’t detect them as well as she would the regular diapers. I reached into Martin’s box and pulled out four briefs, which I thought would probably be enough, as well as a pair of plastic pants, then sneaked them over to my bag and put them in. I put them behind my binders for school so they wouldn’t be detected as easily, then zipped my backpack up and sat down on my sleeping bag. I was lucky to have finished when I did, too, because I heard Freddy sit up. He looked down at me and said good morning.

“Is Martin awake yet?” he asked sleepily.

“Yes, I am awake,” came Martin’s muffled voice. Martin was on his stomach with his face buried in the pillow.

We were silent for a few moments as everyone was trying to wake up. Martin finally sat up on his bed and yawned, “Ugghh… I think I’m about to shit my diapers…” he muttered. I heard him fart, and it sounded like his poop was really watery.

“I already did,” Freddy giggled, “what about you, Drew?”

“Um, just wet…” I said shyly, realizing that my diapers were even wetter than I remembered them being the previous night.

“Wanna play a game until Danielle comes and changes us? It’ll be a while since she usually sleeps really late on weekends,” Freddy said. Martin and I agreed that that was a good idea, so we hooked up the GameCube. We decided to play Super Smash Brothers Melee. I played as Link while Martin was Mario and Freddy was Yoshi. We weren’t keeping track of how many games we played, or who won however many; we were just playing for fun. It was about an hour later that Danielle finally came in to change us.

“I smell some poopy butts!” she sang in a sing-song voice as she entered the room.

“Me and Martin are stinky boys!” Freddy said in a toddler-like voice.

“What about Drew?” Danielle asked.

“I’m only wet,” I said. Despite us having told her the conditions of our diapers, she still came over and checked us anyways. She felt our butts and stuck a finger in our plastic pants, then said we each need a change.

“Mom says that Aunt Veronica is coming over today, so Martin will have to wear only one pull-up, and you’ll wanna try to use the toilet. Unfortunately, Freddy and Drew have to go back to underwear,” Danielle said as Martin laid down on the mat for a change. She unlocked his plastic pants, and then proceeded to unpin his diapers.

“Aww man! I know Mom doesn’t want us saying things like this, but I hate Aunt Veronica!” Freddy whined.

“Does she not like you being in diapers?” I asked.

“Nope, she doesn’t. She just barely accepts the fact that Martin wears those pull-ups. She doesn’t like me being in them though ‘cause I don’t need them, and she absolutely *hates* us being in diapers. One time we had to stay at her house and she wouldn’t let me wear any of my diapers, and she only let Martin wear one pair of pull-ups at once. He kept peeing his pants and he got spanked a few times,” Freddy said.

“Don’t remind me,” Martin muttered.

“Don’t worry little boys, she’ll only be here for a little while,” Danielle reassured us.

“She’s been coming here a lot this past year because she and our Uncle Tom got a divorce last year and our family’s the closest to her,” Freddy also stated.

Nothing much was said for a little while. Danielle helped Martin into his underwear (pull-up) and changed Freddy and I, and we all put pants on. I was sad that I had to wear real underwear, but then I thought about how I had some pull-ups I could wear. I promised myself to put one on as soon as I got home. We all went into the kitchen and ate a simple breakfast of eggs, bacon, and biscuits, then brushed our teeth. For the first time that weekend we each also stood around the toilet together to take a piss.

“I wish I didn’t have to use a toilet…” Freddy muttered.

“Me, too… You have it easy, Martin,” I said.

“Not really, I still have to use the toilet too you know,” he mentioned.

We finished up in the bathroom, and then went back to the bedroom to play more video games. About halfway through our fifth game Freddy wet his pants. “Oh no!” he said, jumping up in shock. There was a solid wet patch on the front of his jeans, as well as a puddle on the floor.

“Uh-oh,” Martin muttered.

“I didn’t know I had to go that bad! I thought it was just a little!” Freddy said.

“Well, you’d better change,” I said.

Freddy went into the closet and got out another pair of jeans, as well as a pair of underwear. He took the wet ones off, leaving them lying carelessly on the floor, then put the dry ones on and resumed playing.

A few minutes later, Martin and Freddy’s mom came in and told us that their aunt had called and said she had the flu and couldn’t make it. Martin and Freddy were both pissed that it was a false alarm, and really they didn’t have a reason to not be wearing diapers. Their mom apologized and said that they could change into diapers if they wanted to. She looked around the room for a moment, and apparently saw Freddy’s pants and underwear lying on the floor.

“Freddy, are those your pants?” she asked, walking over to them.

“Umm… Y-yeah…” Freddy stuttered.

“They’re wet. Did you have an accident?” she asked him.

“Um… Yeah… I did… Mom, I kinda think maybe I should wear pull-ups all the time like Martin does since I think wearing them at home is making me become sorta incontinent…” Freddy replied.

His mom just nodded and said that if that was what he wanted to do, he could. He got up and hugged her, then immediately went to the closet and put *three* pull-ups on plus *two* pairs of plastic pants! Martin also got up and thickened his diapers up, but as for me, as much as I wanted to, I knew my mom would be picking me up soon, and I didn’t want her catching me wearing them.

Martin, Freddy, and I continued playing video games until lunch time and almost right after lunch my mom came to pick me up. I said goodbye to Martin, Freddy, and Danielle before heading out to the car and back home with my mom. I couldn’t wait to put the pull-up on!