    DIAPER BEEBE

    	This story is pure fiction written by one DL given as
    a gift to other DL's. It's purpose is only to entertain,
    give a few laughs and most of all to stimulate memory of
    childhood, those good old times when nothing but the moment
    was of any importance.

    	Mr. Beebe was a happily married man just beginning his
    40th year. He married late in life, at age 30, only because
    he had not found his Miss Right. In those last 10 years he
    busy himself with family, job in that order. One 7 year old
    boy belonged to his wife's first marriage. Later they would
    have another boy.
    	Mr. Beebe loved children more then anything else.
    Actually he felt more like a kid himself then the man with
    the heavy tool kit that drove many miles a day just to
    repair a few copiers. He would have much rather stayed home
    to romp with the kids.
    	You see, Mr. Beebe never really grew up. His body was
    a 40 year old man, his spirit was that of a 10 year old
    boy. Mr. Beebe was a DL every since he was a child himself.
    Up until he was 8 years old he had to be diapered because
    of his wetting problem, but he was continued in diapers
    until he was about 11 years old. His parents used a baby
    treatment trying to discourage him from fondling his penis.
    	He never understood just why diapers made him feel so
    wonderful. He never gave it much thought until after he was
    married.
    	Mr. Beebe's sex life was boring to both he and his new
    wife until one frightful Tuesday night. They set Tuesdays
    to relax together. Bob Beebe forgot this was the night for
    romance until he slipped in beside his wife. In fact, he
    even forgot to remove his diaper. He had just begun to
    secretly wear diapers during the day.
    	His whole life changed that night.
    	"What is this?" his wife, Kim, sat up in surprise and
    turned the light on from the night stand. She could not
    believe what she saw. "Bob!" she screamed out loud.
    	Bob jumped as if he was shot, "What is it, dear?" "Are
    you hurt, are you all right?"
    	"Bob, what are you wearing?" Kim could hardly believe
    what she thought she saw.
    	Bob turned ten colors of red, his embarrassment was
    more then he could bear. "OH! MY!" is all he could say.
    	Bob began confessing to his wife that he has been
    wearing a diaper for several months now, that he had been
    hiding the fact from her for fear she would not understand,
    even he could not explain it to himself. Half-sitting
    beside his wife he began to wonder if he was losing his
    mind, a grown man in diapers! No matter what he would say
    it seemed to come all out wrong. Surely his wife would
    think he was some kind of strange man.
    	Then he decided it was time for him to tell her about
    his childhood, how he had to wear them until he was 8 years
    old because he would always wet his pants. Then how he was
    made to continue to wear them because he could not leave
    himself alone while in bed.
    	"What do you mean by not leaving yourself alone?" His
    wife was now sitting up pondering all this new information
    about her husband.
    	Bob laid back with his eyes closed so tight his eye
    lids were paining him. "Oh my, Oh my!" He repeated over and
    over.
    	Bob really did not want to get into this subject with
    his wife, not now not ever. But each time he opened his
    mouth he got deeper and deeper till finally he realized he
    could not get out of it, he had to tell her the whole
    story.
    	Close together the two sat looking into each others
    eyes as Bob went into detail about his childhood. He felt
    some tension building up within himself as he spilled the
    long suppressed secret, the words just automatically roll
    from his mouth. Already he could feel the release soothing
    to his tormented soul.
    	Kim tried to interrupt him several times without
    success. "Bob, listen to me, Bob please let me say
    something......" Giving up she decided Bob needed to talk
    it out so she laid back putting her arm over his chest,
    patting him with tenderness.
    	 Without letting his wife get a word in edgewise Bob
    continued to make excuses for himself. Bob was not sure how
    this was going to effect his marriage.
    	"Every time I went by the adult diaper section at the
    store I would get this funny sensation like I was drawn to
    them. So one day I got courage to pick up a package. I had
    been wearing one each day while I worked, then coming home
    I would take it off for fear of ..... well, for what's
    happening right now."
    	Bob stopped only long enough to breath deeply then
    started talking again, "At first I took them off before I
    got home but then I started to wearing them until bed time,
    I was afraid you would going to touch me and find out my
    secret but I was so caught up in the pleasantness of it I
    just had to keep them on and Oh my, I am so sorry if I have
    hurt you that is the last thing I want to do." Bob
    continued to rattle on for the next few moments.
    	After his wife calmed down and was listening to her
    loving husband she reached out to him asking him to listen
    to her. "Dear, I love you and no matter what you may do I
    will always love you. I am not really upset, only
    surprised, I had no idea that you had so much problems as a
    child."
    	Bob was comforted by Kim's soft words and her gentle
    hand that was rubbing over his tightly taped Depend. He
    still felt some embarrassment but now was mixed with a
    touch of arousal as his loving wife blew lightly into his
    ear.
    	One of her hands was fondling with his hair between
    her fingers. The other hand was being playful with the
    gathers that fitted tightly around his legs.
    	Bob did not know what to think! His wife was actually
    taking advantage of the time to begin foreplay that they
    both so much desired.
    	Kim and Bob spent the next hour making the best love
    either could remember. When both were ready to call it a
    night Kim got up to go into the bathroom while bewildered
    Bob laid openly on top the bed letting the cool night air
    bring him back to room temperature.
    	Thinking about the last few hours Bob wondered what
    his wife really thought about his diapers and the fact he
    tried to keep it from her. "She did not seem too upset," he
    thought.
    	Bob decided to put the diaper back on, after all it
    was not soiled at all. Besides he wanted to feel it's bulk
    around his body. He was in much need for comfort at this
    moment. He just about to fasten the tabs when Kim appeared
    beside him with two brand new Depends. He could not believe
    what he was seeing.
    	"Honey, I had found your package hidden behind the
    things in the bathroom closet. Let me get this on you!"
    	Bob's lower jaw dropped open as his heart raced with
    excitement. "You really want to do this?" Bob was like a
    little boy getting a Christmas package.
    	Kim laid one diaper on Bob's belly throwing the other
    on her side of the bed. Pulling at his old diaper she
    released the tabs and disposed the old diaper onto the
    floor. Bob raised his butt allowing the fresh diaper to be
    placed under him. Kim pulled the front part up and over his
    limp genitals pulling the diaper tightly as she could then
    pressed the tabs sealing her husband in his security pants.
    	Bob had not yet realized the fullness of his good
    fortune. All he could do was lay still and let Kim pamper
    him.
    	"Do me now!" Kim asked as she crawled next to her
    diapered man. She handed the other diaper to Bob.
    	Bob was so excited that he could hardly keep his hands
    still. After he had finished diapering his wife he crawled
    over her, giving her a kiss from her belly button to her
    ready lips. "Thank you, darling. This means a lot to me."
    Bob rolled over to his side of the bed falling soundly
    asleep in matter of seconds.
    	This was the beginning of Kim's and Bob's relationship
    that would bind them so much closer. Sex between them
    exploded into complete freedom of expression giving both
    the release then so desperately needed.
    	Kim had custom made some special diapers that gave the
    perfect fit. Bob used real baby diaper pins, some pink and
    some blue. Some diapers were made out of material printed
    with little bunnies and a few with Mickey Mouse and Daffy
    Duck on them.
    	Bob's job involved a lot of driving over many miles
    each day as he would go from town to town in his district
    repairing copiers. No longer having to keep the secret from
    his wife he wore his diapers daily, Letting Kim change him
    into a thicker one at night. He carried extras in the trunk
    of the car just in case.

    DIAPER BEEBE

    THE STAY OVER -- Chapter 2

    	Bob adopted Gary soon after they were married. This
    was his wife's son by a previous marriage. Bob became quite
    close to his adopted son, taking him along on a few
    business trips with him. Gary adored his new daddy,
    following him around like a little puppy. Bob discovered
    his son had a natural love of working with his mind and
    hands, it would be a perfect profession for him, so he
    began giving him more responsibility, teaching him how to
    work the trade.
    	Bob and Kim were celebrating Gary's 8th birthday when
    Bob's pager went off. This was supposed to one of his rare
    days off during the week, so he was concerned when he felt
    the vibration alerting him to the call.
    	The call was from his dispatcher telling him he had
    several machines down in a Government Office. This was not
    in his normal district, but being in such a need and
    because his area was under control they decided to use him
    for this special job.
    	He would have to drive a little over 100 miles, would
    have to stay at least one night, maybe two. The Corporation
    always paid extra for such jobs and would pay for his
    night's stay.
    	"Daddy, can I go too?" Bob looked over at his wife who
    was smiling with approval. "Sure, I need a good pair of
    hands, sure, son, go get a change of cloths so we can get
    on the road." After the boy ran off to his room to pack,
    Kim gave her husband a hug and kiss.
    	"Thank you, he really needs to be with you more." Kim
    was pleased Bob took such an interest in her son. Bob was
    wondering if the boy wouldn't slow him down, but agreed to
    take him. His Corporation did not encourage their repairmen
    to take riders along with them, but if he had to stay
    overnight they would allow a family member time to time.
    	"Is it my imagination or has Gary been in a mood swing
    lately?" Bob asked.
    	"Yes he has been moody lately I think he has a reason
    to be..... you'll have to talk with him about it, I'm sure
    you can help him." Kim turned to go into the boy's room to
    help him pack. She turned back towards Bob.
    	"I need to tell you something, Bob...." She hesitated,
    "I found his bed wet yesterday morning. I think something
    is really bothering him, maybe you could talk with him and
    find out what it is."
    	Bob told her he would do his best. "I use to wet the
    bed when something was bothering me, too. I often wished I
    had someone to talk to about it. Yes, I think I can help
    him."
    	Kim looked as if she wanted to say something else but
    bit her lip to silence. Bob, picking up on this behavior,
    knew something was bothering her also. "What is it?" he
    asked as he gave her one last kiss.
    	"I put him in diapers last night," Kim looked Bob into
    the eyes as she raised her eyebrows up and down. Bob broke
    out into a wide grin, "All right! Better than a wet bed.
    How did he take it?"
    	"Better then I thought, at first he looked at me as if
    I was kidding, but I convinced him that it would be better
    then sleeping in a cold, wet bed. He just said, 'Yea, but
    what will daddy think?' so I told him that you had to wear
    them at his age, too. He said "OH SURE!" as if he did not
    believe me, but he let me put them on. However, when I got
    him up this morning he had already taken them off. I found
    them on the floor between the bed and wall."
    	"Soaked?" Bob asked.
    	"Very!" she answered.
    	"Poor kid, he must feel confused about it all, I'll
    give him a hand with it." Bob gave his wife another knock
    out kiss, grabbed his overnight bag, calling to Gary,
    "Let's go buddy!"
    	Once on the highway, Bob began to talk with Gray to
    see if he would like to talk about any problems. "How do
    you like your summer vacation by now?"
    	"Great, I like summers."
    	"Me too," Bob agreed.
    	After more small talk, Bob came to the point. "Honey,
    I know you have been wetting your pants lately and mom
    tells me you are wetting the bed some nights, too."
    	Gary grew tense and tears were forming in his eyes.
    "I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I promise I will try not
    to."
    	"Sweetheart, I am not upset about it at all and you
    should not feel bad about it, I know it is not your fault,
    I know it happens." Bob was being as gentle with the boy as
    he could be. "Wetting the bed or your pants is not the
    important thing, what is important is.... YOU!" Bob reached
    out and poked a finger into Gary's belly causing the boy to
    giggle behind his tears.
    	Gary wiped the tears from his eyes while curling up
    his legs onto the seat. The look on his face told the story
    of shame and embarrassment the little boy was suffering. He
    did not want to make his daddy unhappy with him.
    	Bob quickly picked up on the boy's distress. For just
    a moment Bob had a flashback from his own childhood. Bob
    took one hand and brushed the locks of hair on the boy's
    light brown head.
    	"Gary, I love you more then anything else, you're
    really important to me. Your going to grow up into a mighty
    fine man, I will always be so proud of you. No matter what
    ever happens, I will always love you."
    	The child brightened up, lifted his head high and
    looked out the side window. Bob could see his reflection
    from the window and noticed tears, but best of all saw the
    smile of joy. Gary turned back to his daddy, grabbed hold
    of his hand, kissing the wrist. "I love you too, daddy, I
    love you!"
    	By this time they just drove into the parking lot of
    Mr. Beebe's favorite restaurant. Turning the engine off,
    Bob unbuckled his seat belt then leaned over to his son,
    taking him into his arms, gave him a long hug while kissing
    him on the cheek.
    	Before going into the restaurant Bob asked his son,
    "Did you bring any diapers, didn't mom lay some out for
    you?"
    	"Yes, but I forgot them, I think!"
    	"I bet you were just too embarrassed to pack them, I
    know that is how I use to feel sometimes." Bob was so
    sensitive to the boy's feelings that he actually felt his
    distress.
    	Ducking his head, Gary confessed that he really did
    not forget them, but was indeed fearful of bringing them.
    	"That's all right, sweetheart, I understand." Bob
    patted him lightly on his head, then taking Gary's
    outstretched hand, they went in the restaurant.
    	While in the restaurant they laughed and joked with
    each other, talking about this and that. The boy was
    getting to know his daddy in a big way. Mr. Beebe enjoyed
    this close relationship with his son. The waitress,
    noticing their close relationship, gave them extra service.
    Life could not be better, Bob thought to himself.

    THE PURCHASE -- Part 3

    	Once more in the car, they pulled out of the parking
    lot when Bob saw a drug store across the street. "I'm going
    to stop over here for a while, wanta come in with me?" The
    boy released his lap belt then jumped to the ground to
    catch up to his daddy.
    	"What is he going to do?" Gary thought to himself as
    they entered the store.
    	When his dad stopped at the second row of shelving
    Gary found himself facing a whole shelf of baby diapers and
    supplies. While his dad studied the vast supply Gary looked
    at the pictures on the diaper packages. One was a little
    baby laying on her back kicking her tiny legs into the air,
    there is another of a boy lying on his stomach holding his
    head high. The boy's eyes followed down the shelf taking in
    each package until he came upon a package that had a older
    boy standing with his legs slightly spread. The caption
    read, 'I am a big boy now!' Another was a boy sitting on
    the potty with his pull ups down around his ankles, 'I can
    do it myself'.
    	Gary had given diaper packages a few quick glances
    while shopping with his mother, but was too bashful to
    stand in front of them for a good look. He knew they had
    pictures on them, but this is the first time he realized
    there was some older kids on the pull ups.
    	"Other boys must wear them too," Gary reasoned within
    himself. "Other boys pee their pants too." This revelation
    seemed to please the lad. However, he had not known any
    other boy that wore them, so this revelation confused him a
    little.
    	"Daddy.... Daddy" Gary pulled on his dad's pant leg
    trying to get his attention.
    	"What is it, son?" Bob leaned down to the little boy's
    level.
    	"There is a lot of diapers in here." he pointed up and
    down the aisles. Bob's eyes followed his sons pointing
    finger, "Yes there is, they have a nice amount of choices,
    too."
    	"Daddy, there are many for boys.... Daddy, do just
    boys wear them?" his eyes showed his wonderment.
    	"Some girls need them too, but I think more boys wear
    them then girls." His dad seemed amused at his son's
    attempt to figure this all out. "Why do you ask?" Bob was
    curious how Gray would answer.
    	"Well, I was just thinking, they make so many kinds
    and there is so many on the shelf....... I was thinking
    maybe they sell a lot of them. Maybe lots of boys wear
    them."
    	"I imagine they do, sweetheart, I imagine they do!"
    Bob had not thought of it that way before. With so many
    diapers in this store, and there are a lot of stores that
    carry diapers. Surely more older kids are wearing them then
    he even thought.
    	"Gary, why do you think many boys are wearing them,
    they will fit girls too?" His dad was wondering how his
    little boy was connecting diapers with boys.
    	"Look at the pictures, most of them are boys," Gary
    pointed out.
    	Bob was proud of his son's observance to details, the
    fact the boy picked up on that fact.
    	"Daddy" Gary pulled on his dad's arm to get his
    attention. Leaning down towards the boy Bob asked, "What,
    Dear?" "Daddy look at this", he pointed toward what looked
    like a 5 year old with some new kind of pull ups. "Look
    Daddy he's not a baby.... He's a big boy!"
    	"Yes, these are for boys that still need a diaper but
    are able to pull them up and down by them selves."
    	"I didn't know they made pull ups for bigger boys"
    Gary seemed interested but was trying to act a bit
    indifferent about it.
    	Bob reached for another package.
    	Bob showed the package to his son. On it's label was
    printed - "Youth size". There was a picture of a boy about
    8 or 9 years old wearing cute T-shirts that allowed only
    the bottom part of the diaper to be seen. Something about
    the seeing only a hint of a diaper gave Gary a tingle
    between his legs.
    	"Is that my size?" he whispered. His daddy whispered
    back, "Just right".
    	"Can I be of some help to you?" the salesman asked.
    Both son and dad jumped when they heard the voice.
    	The salesman had overheard the two talking and was
    amused at the boy's interest in the packaging.
    	"We'll take this package," Bob remarked.
    	"Is this for the boy?" the salesman asked still
    grinning at the child.
    	"Yes, he has a small problem once in a while. Do you
    think these will be adequate for a boy his size?"
    	The salesman began looking up and down the shelf of
    diapers, then walked to the far end reached down and pulled
    up an even larger package. "These are more adjustable
    between ages 9 and 10. I believe these will fit him much
    nicer, they are a bit more comfortable because of the
    thicker padding." He added, "They do cost a little more but
    again there are 10 more diapers in this package then that
    one," pointing to the one Bob was holding.
    	"You see, I have a boy about your son's size, although
    he is 11 years old, he is mentally handicapped therefore
    has never been able to potty train so we have to keep him
    covered. We have used several types but this one is more
    practicable because of the ease in adjusting to fit. The
    cut of the material is more natural to body curves and the
    inter padding is thick enough they can be used as an all-
    nighter without any problem."
    	Bob asked Gary if he would like to try them. Gary's
    eyes widened, "You mean you will let me wear them?" still
    not sure he really understood his dad's intentions.
    	"You can wear them any time you want, I think these
    will keep you more than dry, so I want you to wear one each
    night for sure, but if you think you want one during the
    day, you have my permission to do so."
    	The salesman just sacked the package and gave Bob a
    receipt when he noticed the lad standing on one foot then
    the other. "It's down this aisle to the end, then turn
    right, its the first door to your left." Bob blinked his
    eyes trying to figure out what the man was saying when he
    chanced to see the boy fidgeting with himself.
    	"Come on let's hurry, Honey." Gary took his daddy's
    hand as they headed for the rest room.
    	Gary dropped his pants and underpants as fast as he
    could, standing tiptoe in front of the adult size urinal he
    let go even before fully aimed some pee splattered against
    the wall and floor.
    	Meantime, Bob had opened the package of diapers. He
    was pleased with the style, saying, "I wish they had these
    when I was growing up." Bob inspected the thick padding
    with interest, then holding them to his face he took a deep
    breath smelling the aroma of baby powder already in the
    diaper. A pleasant smile crossed his face because he knew
    the pleasure his son would soon experience. A look of envy
    as he turned his eyes on the half-naked boy.
    	"My goodness, he's beautiful," Bob thought to himself
    as he got a flashback of a childhood playmate who played
    'show me' so many years ago. He could hardly believe that
    he was so fortunate to have a boy like Gary.
    	Gary gave no resistance as Bob fitted one of the youth
    diapers on him. Pulling his T-shirt up so to see the full
    diaper, Gary pranced before the mirror, taking in the view
    of himself while Bob looked on with specific approval.
    	"We better be on our way, I am expected to arrive
    within the next hour," Bob helped the boy pulled his pants
    over the new diapers. Once Gary's belt was fastened and the
    zipper pulled up Bob noticed the bulging diaper could not
    be easily hidden.
    	Gary walked with a waddle out the store's front door
    as he headed for the car. Bob, following a few steps
    behind, noticed the top part of the diaper was hanging out
    and the tail of his son's T-shirt tucked loosely just
    inside. This view gave Bob a powerful arousal that got
    things moving upward. Bob felt like a little boy when these
    feelings came, often without any warning.
    	Bob knew from his own experiences that a warm diaper
    pressing ever so gently against his genitals would excite
    an automatic erection sooner or later. Again Bob felt pangs
    of envy toward his little son for there was never a more
    wonderful feeling then for a little boy to feel the joys of
    a strong erection.
    	Sitting in the heavy diaper made Gary's butt feel damp
    from sweat. He could not put his legs together because the
    diaper was so thick between his legs. He sat still, looking
    out the side window with a silly grin on his face.
    	Bob was amused at just how fast Gary had adjusted to
    wearing diapers. He was more then pleased as the boy asked
    him questions from his own experiences.
    	Bob knew these questions reflected his son's deepest
    thoughts and desires about diapers and how they made him
    feel.
    	For Gary it had been a long time since he felt this
    much love and security, he needed a daddy like Bob Beebe.
    	This little boy indulged in his newfound freedom. Gary
    ran his hands down beneath his pants, just be sure he was
    not dreaming. "Yes, yes", he whispered to himself it was
    real all right. The child indulged in feeling himself
    without suffering guilt. For the first time Gary
    experienced this precious glow without having to feel the
    pain of embarrassment. He leaned back in the seat, closing
    his eyes while allowing himself the enjoyment of being
    alive, to be himself.
    	Bob glanced over at the boy, thinking to himself,
    "Okay, enjoy yourself son, I know how you feel."
    	All too soon the pair arrived at the Government
    building.

    DESTINATION REACHED --Part 4

    	"The dumb machine does not spit paper out the right
    end with getting hung up who knows where, sometimes I can't
    even find the copy." The man at the desk seemed desperate.
    Paper work piled high on the corner of the desk had piled
    up for the last two days.
    	He stood up and extended his hand to Mr. Beebe,
    welcoming him to the office.
    	"As you can see we need help. We have four machines
    and they all went done the same time, what else can go
    wrong?"
    	"By the way, my name is Paul Norton I'm the head of
    this department." Bob and Paul shook hands.
    	It was at that moment Paul looked over at Gary who was
    sitting on the big chair with his legs sticking straight
    out in front of him kicking wildly.
    	"What a cute little boy, is he yours?"
    	Bob introduced him his son. "Yes he is mine. You're
    right, he is cute, one of my best friends!"
    	Gary, upon hearing those words from his daddy began to
    puff up with pride. "My daddy thinks I am cute," he let
    these words run through his mind.
    	Paul moved over to the child to shake his hand. Paul
    hung onto his little hand longer then Gary thought he
    should have this made him pull has hand back to his side.
    But when the older man patted him on the head, messing up
    his uncombed hair, that was too much.
    	Gary pulled his head away and began to brush his hair
    back into place with his own hands. Both men laughed.
    	"You got the most delightful smile," Paul still
    complimenting the boy.
    	Turning back to Bob, Paul said, "I have a little boy
    about his size, his name is Jamie he is 12 years old, quite
    small for his age. Then I have another son Jimmy, Jimmy is
    9 years old.
    	Beebe got busy on the downed copier which needed a
    complete go-through, what ever could go wrong, did. Toner
    has spilled, paper jammed in the rollers, wow.
    	Mr. Norton seemed to be a very friendly person. Both
    men talked about this and that. Then talked about their
    families. Paul had a picture on his desk showing his wife
    and two boys. "You have a nice looking family" Bob remarked
    as he held the picture in his hands.
    	It was getting near lunch time so Paul suggested that
    the three of them go out to eat together.
    	There conversation turned to Paul's two boys. It seems
    Paul was concerned by Jamie's small size, he looked no
    older then his brother at 9. "At 12 he should be taller and
    more filled out." Paul frowned a bit.
    	"I bet he will catch up to his peers before too long.
    He may start puberty after he is 13, I don't think you have
    much to be worried about". Paul tried to help the concerned
    man.

    THE INVITE.-- Chapter 5

    	Bob was kept busy the rest the afternoon on the first
    copier. This machine needed a part that Bob did not have in
    his parts supply. He called in his problem to his
    dispatcher, who in turn, put out a search of any close-by
    serviceman who just may have such a part. This happens from
    time to time in the repair trade.
    	One new part was located at a dealership in the next
    town. Bob and his son would meet the other repair man about
    half way. By the time the two got back with the new part it
    was closing time for the Government Building.
    	"Have you a place to stay tonight?" Paul asked.
    	"Not yet, we hope to find a vacancy at a motel," Bob
    answered hopefully.
    	"Not this late in the afternoon, we have an Elks
    convention starting tonight and will run through the
    weekend." Paul had his two new friends sit while he made a
    phone call.
    	Paul came back as quickly as he left. "You're in luck,
    Bob, you and Gary have a place to stay while you are in
    town."
    	"Great, after you told me about the convention I began
    to wonder!" Paul had Gary help him gather up his tools.
    Paul quickly cleaned up the mess by the machine and covered
    it for the night.
    	"Where is this place?" Bob inquired of the Manager.
    	"Well, it just happens that my wife is leaving for the
    weekend to visit her Mother in Castleville, so we have room
    just for two more."
    	"We sure do appreciate it, but we don't want to be
    putting you out any." Bob looked at Gary whose eyes just
    lit up. Gary asked if the two boys would be there or are
    they going with their mother? "No, to be honest with you
    she was going to take both boys with her because she could
    not get their regular sitter for tonight, When I told her
    about your need for a place to stay, she said that was an
    answer to prayer. So I guess we will be the sitters for
    tonight, besides Jimmy will be glad to have Gary as a sleep
    over."
    	Mr. Norton seemed a little relieved that Paul accepted
    his offer. Paul was not the baby sitter type and it was his
    idea to get Mrs. Thomas to stay with the kids.
    	Bob and Gary followed Paul's car to the outskirts of
    town before turning up a long lane flanked by fenced
    farmland. It was a beautiful landscape with lots of full
    trees and shrubbery. Soon they came to a small house set
    back into a grove of trees. In the front yard there was a
    large tire tied with a heavy rope dangling from a high limb
    of a strong tree. There were signs of children everywhere,
    with a toy truck here and a wagon there, a bike next to the
    tree. "A swell place to play," Gary thought as he looked
    around.
    	They were met at the door by Mrs. Norton who was just
    about to leave for her trip. A quick handshake to Paul and
    Gary then a hug and kisses to her husband she turned and
    embraced two small boys. The good bye's were dragged out
    before the mother finally drove off down the lane.
    	Once inside the house Paul bid his guest to make
    themselves at home. The smell of home cooking filled the
    room, "Betty got our supper all ready guys, we just got to
    wait for the meat to finish." Paul directed his guest to
    bring in their over night bags into the boys bed room.
    	The two boys were making eye contact with each other.
    Friendship soon over came any shyness between them. Soon
    the two were making their own conversations.
    	Jamie just sat in his special chair making smacking
    noises while his dad spoon fed him mashed up potatoes and
    carrots. Turning to Bob, Mr. Norton told them that Jamie
    was a special boy that needed special attention. "He's a
    good boy, he is very much loved around here."
    	After eating they all went into the living room. "Your
    wife is a good cook, that was a swell meal," Bob patted his
    belly with a deep sigh.
    	Jimmy spoke up with a loud voice saying, "Jamie's my
    brother, he gets to be a baby!" Jamie, hearing his little
    brother's comment, could only giggle.
    	Paul proudly told the guest that Jimmy was a big help
    for his brother adding that he is greatly loved also. Jimmy
    acted a little silly as his daddy patted his golden brown
    head of hair.
    	Bob recognized that something was going on between the
    two boys. Bob was troubled in what seem to him a strong
    sense of jealousy Jimmy had toward his older brother.
    	The two younger boys went outside to play while the
    men sat with a large glass of lemonade.
    For the next few minutes the men visited as they got better
    aquatinted. Jamie was beginning to get restless so his dad
    decided it was time to take him to bed.
    	Bob followed them into the back bedroom where Paul
    laid Jamie on the double bed. "Hand me a diaper out of that
    second drawer, please." Bob found two neatly stacked piles
    of diapers, one pile was much heavier then the other,
    "which ones, the heavy or light?" "The night ones on the
    right."
    Paul commenced to pull Jamie's clothes off.
    	Bob watched as Paul pulled the boy's T-shirt up over
    his head. Jamie cooperated without resistance when Paul
    carefully pulled his elastic waist band of his easy-change
    pants. Bob watched with interest when he saw the first
    glimpse of diapers with clear plastic panties that crinkled
    at the slightest movement.
    	Paul was talking the whole time, telling Bob how Jamie
    seemed to stopped growing after he reached 10 years old.
    Bob noticed the boy open a smile, showing his upper gums
    with baby teeth in a perfect alignment. "He still has baby
    teeth?" Paul asked.
    	"Yes, he never lost them, and they are still in good
    shape."
    	"Amazing" said Bob as he took another closer look.
    	Bob Beebe stared wantonly at the near naked child
    before him. He was charmed by the boy's flawless
    appearance. Somehow he had expected some physical deformity
    but Jamie was like a little angel before him.
    	Bob had a obsession about older boys in diapers. For
    years he had wondered why he reacted this way. It always
    gave him a deeper personal feeling. Perhaps it was
    reminding him of his earlier years when he wore diapers all
    the time.

    LITTLE SQUIRT -- Chapter 6

    	"This last two years has been hard on Betty, Jamie was
    her first baby, she has been giving him all her attention,"
    Paul continued his conversation.
    	Bob caught a clue of what was troubling Jimmy. "Paul,
    have you noticed the friction between Jimmy and his
    brother?"
    	Paul seemed to stop his talking for a few moments
    while he pulled off the boy's plastic panties, he slide a
    finger up under each side of the diaper gathers feeling
    just how wet the older boy was before loosening the tapes
    that held the diaper together. A light hint of diaper poop
    floated throughout the room.
    	Paul turned to Bob with a look of despair. "Yes, I
    have noticed resentment from Jimmy. Sometimes I know I do
    not handle his feelings very well. He's really the more
    mature boy, he understands why we need to pamper Jamie.....
    He will just have to bear it as the rest of us do."
    	Jamie was laying with his legs spread far apart
    kicking up and down, one thumb found its way into his mouth
    while he hungrily sucked on it like a pacifier. His other
    hand reached down with his fingers just under the front of
    his diapers. With a flip of his wrist the front of the
    diaper flopped open exposing a slight diaper rash just
    above his underdeveloped genitals.
    	Bob could not help but notice the golden brown suntan
    went all the way down his body without the usual white
    where diapers would be. Paul noticed Bob's questioning
    expression, "In order to help dry up Jamie's diaper rash we
    let him lay out in the sun each day."
    	For some reason the idea of Jamie laying naked on a
    blanket outside made Bob's personal feelings even stronger.
    He gets those feelings when he and Gary shower together. He
    finds relief on Tuesday nights while his wife and he get
    together, working things out. It was puzzling him why he
    had such feelings for a 12 year old disabled boy. Bob did
    his best to hid these feelings while leaning over the bed
    helping Paul get Jamie ready for bed.
    	Paul lifted the boy carefully, pulling the very wet
    and dirty diaper from underneath Jamie. Carefully wiping
    his bottom, which was also affected with diaper rash, Paul
    reached for the Kiddy Wipes gently preparing the boy for a
    clean dry diaper. Paul left the room to dispose the dirty
    diaper.
    	Bob studied the 12 year old with compassion. This
    small naked boy was eyeing Bob as if he was trying to
    communicate some longing he could not express. Bob was
    thinking of his own son who had only a wetting problem. How
    sad is was for Paul and Betty, but Jamie seemed to be a
    good boy with such a sweet spirit, easy to care for. Bob's
    feelings for this boy soon brought a tear to his eyes, not
    just for the fact that Jamie was so helpless but because of
    a deeper love that was swelling up from within himself.
    	Paul had just reentered the room when Jamie began to
    squirt three feet into the air. Before Paul could get the
    new diaper over him, the bed, Bob and Paul had gotten wet.
    This embarrassed Paul beyond words, wondering what Bob may
    be thinking. It was Bob's laughter that eased the tension
    of such a difficult situation.
    	"That reminded me of the time I changed Gary, I got
    soaked then, too," Bob continued to laugh. Paul added, "But
    you expect it from a baby boy, I've been doused a few times
    by Jamie before."
    	Both men worked together getting Jamie cleaned up
    again and diapered. Once the 12 year old was tucked into
    his bed the men returned to the living room and another
    glass of lemonade.
    	Paul asked questions about Gary, "Was he an easy baby
    to look after?"
    	"I guess he was," Bob looking around the room
    continued, "You see, Gary's my wife's child, I didn't know
    him until he was 7."
    	"Oh, but I thought you said he had peeped on you when
    you changed him......?" Paul caught himself in mid-thought,
    he began to understand, "You mean....". .
    	"Yes, and he is still in diapers!" Bob said without
    hesitation.
    	Paul listened as Bob explained why they put Gary back
    into diapers. "He a much happier boy now, I was surprised
    just how fast he accepted them"
    	About that time the two younger boys busted into door
    fully exhausted from there playing outside. Both boys were
    sweating from the heat. "Can we have some lemonade?" "Sure
    you can help yourselves."
    	It was Bob that first noticed the tattle tale dark
    spot covered with dirt that turned to mud located between
    Jimmy's legs.
    	Paul soon notice the same thing, "Jamie, come over
    here." his dad spoke roughly towards his 9 year old. "What
    have I told you about this?" pointing to his wet spot.
    Speaking to Bob, Paul said, "I have gotten after this boy I
    don't know how many times, if he has to go pee get into the
    bathroom, but no, he always has an excuse of some kind. His
    wetting drives his mother and me up the wall. Having one
    boy that wets and poops is enough.". Turning his attention
    back towards his son, "Jamie, your 9 years old, there is no
    reason on earth why you can't use the toilet like everyone
    else."
    	This talk, in front of his new friend, embarrassed
    Jamie. He ducked his head, moved one foot in small circles
    while fidgeting with his belt buckle. The scolded child
    peeked over the top of his eye lids toward his new friend,
    Gary. A tear trickled down one cheek.
    	Paul was not letting his son off easy, he continued to
    belittle him in front of the guest. "I bet you wouldn't
    catch Gary acting like a 2 year old!" his daddy's words
    were cutting deeper and deeper, making it impossible for
    Jamie to keep back the dam of tears. The child ran from the
    room, slamming his bedroom door behind him. Every one in
    the house could hear the child's hurtful cry.
    	Mr. Beebe began to ponder what just took place, he was
    sensitive to the feelings of both father and son. "How can
    I help each of these friends to understand...." Bob thought
    to himself. Just then Paul made some comment about how nice
    it must be to have a boy that did not pee or poop all the
    time. That was the statement Bob was waiting for.
    	"Paul," Bob began as diplomatic as he could, "All boys
    seem to have problems like this, it seems it must be the
    nature of boys. We have to wait longer to get control of
    our bladders. I read that little girls have it easier along
    these lines. Women have more bladder infections then we do,
    so there is some kind of trade off."
    	Paul agreed, "My wife does have this problem a lot it
    seems. But we really want Jamie to get control of himself."
    	"He will, but perhaps first he will need patience with
    lots of love and understanding. Right now he thinks it is
    all his fault and this thinking is causing him even more
    trouble, even causing him to have his little mishaps ."
    	Bob looked over at Gary who had been listening with
    interest. Then Bob continued his conversation with Paul.
    "You mentioned to Jamie that Gary wouldn't act as a 2 year
    old. I believe you meant that Gary wouldn't wet his pants,
    you couldn't be more wrong. You see, Gary may be soaked at
    this very moment!"
    	Gary nodded his head looking down between his legs
    wondering if it showed.
    	Paul also looked at Gary but saw no evidence on his
    pants. "Of course he's in ........."
    	Bob finished for him, "Diapers..... yes just like
    Jimmy, Gary needs some protection. A nice diaper is both
    comfortable, safe and effective in keeping him dry that is
    what they are made to do, keep little boys dry."
    	Gary was asked how he felt about having to wear them.
    	"Well, at first I thought they were only for little
    babies, At first I didn't really want to wear them. I used
    to wake up in a damp cool bed but now I get to sleep all
    night long and wake up dry, only my diaper is soaked."
    	"How do you feel about wearing them out in public?"
    Mr. Norton asked with a little chuckle of humor. "Don't you
    think someone would make fun of you, wouldn't you be
    embarrassed?"
    	Gary thought for a moment as if trying to get just the
    right words, "Well, I think I might be embarrassed if
    someone happened to see me in diapers, I don't know.....
    But if I did not wear them they would surely see my wet
    pants and that would really be embarrassing, so.... I don't
    really mind having them on. Besides it makes me feel good."
    	Then Gary giggled out loud, bringing a smile from both
    Mr. Norton and Bob.
    	"What's so funny?" Paul asked the small boy that was
    slowly turning red in the face.
    	"I don't want to say," Gary giggled, realizing what he
    just began to say. Suddenly he became rather shy.
    	Bob asked Gary if it would all right to tell Paul what
    he meant by his statement.. Gary nodded his head.
    	"Paul maybe I can answer that question." Bob Beebe
    took time to think out his answer.
    	"I think what Gary is trying to say is this, he likes
    to wear his diaper, it makes him feel secure where he can
    play or do what ever he wants without anyone knowing he
    wets his pants. Besides, diapers can give a boy special
    feeling that is not easily described."
    	Bob glanced over at Gary who was slowly shaking his
    head side to side. He was hoping his dad would not tell
    that part. Bob had not discussed any of his own feelings
    with Gary but somehow he knew Gary was experiencing the
    same familiarity.
    	Bob cut short his comment by saying, "It's just a boy
    thing".
    	Paul did not understand just what was meant by a "boy
    thing," however, he was thinking it may not be so bad for
    Jimmy to use diapers, at least for awhile.
    	Jamie's diapers would fit the younger boy without any
    problem. "Would he also need a plastic cover over these
    diapers?" Paul was beginning to understand the need his son
    had for diapers.
    	"I wouldn't think you would need to use any thing but
    a diaper, however, if he leaks or wets them more then once
    or twice before getting a change, it may be a good idea,
    why don't you try it with just the diaper first."
    	Gary informed Mr. Norton with, "Lots of boys wear
    diapers!"
    	"How do you know that?" Paul looked a bit surprised.
    "I never noticed too many boys or even girls wearing
    diapers after they got older."
    	"You didn't notice mine, either!" Gary giggled once
    again. "I know they do because there are lots and lots of
    big boy diapers for sale at the stores."
    	"If you put Jamie into diapers I am sure you will find
    the conflicts you and your wife have been having will
    cease. From it you will have a happy boy once again." Bob
    was pleading the case for the 9 year old boy.
    	"I don't know, it seems to me that a normal boy should
    not be needing to be diapered like a baby. I can understand
    Jamie's need because he can't help himself. But Jimmy is
    capable of using the bathroom, he just tries to hold it in
    too long."
    	Coming to the point Bob said, "Paul, what you say is
    true, however, I believe Jimmy has an other need that is
    not so easily seen. He envies your special attention
    towards Jamie. He wants you to give him the same treatment
    of pampering that you so freely give to the older boy, but
    to the younger boy you ignore and scold for the same
    thing."
    	Bob was taken back by his own boldness to speak this
    truth to a man he just came to know.
    	Paul listened intently to what was being said. "Yes, I
    can see that now. Maybe tonight would be a good time to
    test that theory, it would do no harm to give it a try."
    	"He could wear one of mine tonight. That way he
    wouldn't wet the bed and I will be wearing mine so I won't
    wet the bed. It will be fun sleeping with him, I could talk
    to him about wearing diapers if you let me." Gary was
    anxious to get to bed and it was getting past his bed time.
    	"That is a good idea, let the boys talk about it, let
    them work it out by themselves." Bob added.
    	Mr. Norton was convinced that by having Gary talk with
    Jimmy would be the thing to do. "OK. lets try it tonight
    and see how he gets along.
    	"Speaking of bedtime, it's pass yours, so head for
    bed. It will be up to you to get Jimmy into a diaper, if he
    won't do it for you, I will be in within the next hour then
    I will see if I can help." Bob gave his son a hug and kiss,
    patting his butt sending him off to bed.
    	In a half an hour Paul tip toed into the boys room,
    finding them already asleep he quietly began picking up
    their scattered clothes then piled them on a chair. He
    returned to the living room carrying one damp diaper and
    one pair of wet underpants. "Looks like Gary was successful
    in convincing Jimmy. I found them in deep sleep laying on
    top the sheet wearing nothing but a heavy diaper. It is so
    warm tonight I think they will be OK."
    	"I'll check on them again before I get into bed." Bob
    volunteered. "Is Jimmy a deep sleeper most of the night?"
    He asked.
    	Paul told him that once Jimmy gets to sleep it is very
    hard to wake him up.
    	"That is the behavior of a bed wetter, they sleep so
    deeply they just wet without waking up." Bob believed Paul
    needed to know that bit of information.
    	Bob and Paul talked about many subjects while the time
    slipped away. Both men seem to enjoy each others company.
    Bob felt so comfortable with Paul he began telling him some
    of his childhood need for diapers.
    	 Paul told him that he himself did not need diapers
    and could not remember wearing them. The more the two men
    talked the more they gave out personal information to each
    other. Then Paul yawned openly for the third time.
    	"Our sleeping arrangements will be a bit cramped
    because this is only a small two-bedroom house. I will let
    Jamie sleep with me. The boys' room has two beds, one
    single and one double. Bob, you can either sleep in Jimmy's
    bed and let the boys sleep in the double or you can sleep
    out here in the living room on the couch."
    	Bob decided he did not wish to sleep on the hard couch
    so he chose the single bed in the boys room.
    	Paul warned him that Jamie's bed had a water proof
    mattress covering that may crinkle during the night. But
    Bob told him nothing could keep him awake once he got to
    sleep.
    	"I think I better check on Jamie and see if he needs a
    change before I fall asleep." Paul said as he yawned for
    the fourth time. "I think I will just go on to bed myself,
    Good Night, Bob,"
    	"Ya me too, good night." Bob stood up and stretched
    himself then headed for the boy's bedroom.

    BED TIME -- Part 7

    	Because this was such a remote farm house, no blinds
    were on the windows, which allowed the bright moonlight to
    shine directly on the two boys. Bob stood at the foot of
    the bed for a moment, feasting upon the two beautiful boys
    laying in front of him.
    	Jimmy was on his belly with an arm draped around
    Gary's neck with his fingers teasing at the boy's hair.
    Gary was on his side facing his new friend with his hand
    resting on Jimmy's waist with his fingers just touching the
    top of the boy's diaper. At that moment Jimmy stirred then
    rolled onto his side placing his face directly on Gary's
    chest.
    	Bob began to undress in front of them. He felt an
    excitement race through his body as each piece of clothing
    dropped to the floor. He was aware that if either boy woke
    up they would be able to see him clearly because of the
    light of the moon lit him up like a spotlight. Carefully
    pulling at the tabs, he let the diaper he had been wearing
    all day float to the floor, letting it lay where it was.
    	Looking down at his own naked body, he wondered what
    the boys would think if they should wake up at that very
    moment. Shyly, Beebe pulled out a new diaper fastening he
    readied himself for bed.
    	Bob was standing only in his diaper, again feasting
    his eyes upon the two little boys. Bob was imagining what
    it would be like to be a kid again sleeping over night with
    a friend just like he did years before. "What if I got in
    bed with the boys? What if I snuggled up between them?"
    	This thought caused Bob considerable arousal. Going
    closer to the bed, Bob had to exercise much control to keep
    from reaching out and touching Jimmy's thigh just below his
    diaper.
    	"So cute!" he thought to himself as he made his way
    back to his own little bed. Bob decided to lay on top the
    sheets as the boys did. Laying there with his arms under
    his head Mr. Beebe began to let the memory of that exciting
    night that happened so many years ago.
    	Bob's thoughts returned to the night he stayed over
    night with his 11 year old friend. He grinned with a slight
    chuckle as the memory took him on a trip away from the
    present. How could he ever forget his chum, his very best
    friend of his school days? The deeper he went into this
    memory the easier it was for him to actually feel, smell
    all that went on in that dark room, he even could identify
    the smell of wet and dirty diapers. Bob gave a laugh out
    loud when thought how his friend and himself grunted and
    farted as they tried to see who could load their diaper
    first. He really had no chance because his friend had been
    saving up for this very contest. Bob felt a sadness as he
    wondered where his friend was now. Could it be he was also
    thinking of him this very moment? He hoped he was.
    	Bob was about to fall asleep as he tried to visualize
    that night with his friend. Both of them were bedwetters
    and slept in diapers. It was a hot summer night much like
    it was this night. The two got wrestling in bed, making it
    bang the wall which, brought his mother to the door.
    	"Quiet down in there, you kids find something else to
    do and stop that rumpus!" The boys looked at each other,
    "You wanta do it?" one asked. This was a game they played
    before. but this would be the first time in bed. The other
    answered, "Sure!"
    	He has never forgotten what it felt like to be touched
    by the other boy that night. Bob contented himself with
    only the thought as he quietly sat on Jamie's bed.
    	With the sleeping boys only a few inches away Bob sat
    quietly listening to their deep breathing.
    	The thought of feeling Jimmy's thigh again invaded his
    mind as he leaned back on the bed. There was a time he
    would have crawled up with the boys. If he was only 10
    again. Bob began to remember the last time he slept with a
    friend.
    	Bob shook his head in unbelief at his forbidden
    thought. He pulled a clean diaper out of his bag, slipped
    out of the one he had been wearing all day. Laying on his
    back letting the night air blow over his naked body, Bob
    began remembering that night when he snuggled up to his 11
    year old friend that summer night many years ago. He was 10
    his friend was 11 they were the best of buddies, did
    everything together.
    	Finding another way to play that was much quieter,
    young Bob and his friend found the joy of touching. This
    lead from one thing to another leading to their fondling
    each other.
    	Bob smiled at his fond memory as he relived each
    moment of that night. All too soon he was brought back the
    present by the sudden jolt that discharged his tensions. He
    cleaned himself up using the discarded diaper then re-
    diapered himself, falling into a deep and peaceful sleep.

    SATURDAY MORNING -- Part 8

    	Paul and Bob were up early preparing breakfast. Paul
    checked on the boys, finding them still asleep, so he
    quietly closed their door. "Why don't we just let them stay
    in bed as long as they want," Paul said as he headed for
    Jamie in the master bedroom.
    	"Want to give me a hand?" Paul called out to Bob
    Beebe.
    	"Sure, I'll be glad to," Bob entered the room to find
    Jamie with his legs being held up as his daddy wiped up a
    glob of poop.
    	"Why don't you go get me a couple warm, wet
    washcloths," Bob did as he was asked. "Also bring a few
    towels." Paul finished cleaning the boy while Bob wiped the
    diaper rash with ointment.
    	Jamie had the cutest smile as he watched every move
    Bob made. He even giggled as Bob smeared a light coat of
    ointment under the child's testicles. Paul diapered him
    then carried him out into the kitchen. The two men tied the
    12 year old with a soft sash around his stomach to hold him
    in his special made high chair. Paul began to feed his big
    boy. Sitting in his chair, Jamie pulled at his nipples
    while looking around the room. "He is trying to find
    Jimmy." his daddy said as he lifted the baby spoon towards
    the child's mouth.
    	"I was not able to get hold of our baby sitter, but
    Nancy's mother will drive her over in a few minutes then we
    can leave." Bob had no idea who Nancy was, but at least
    someone will be watching over the boys while they could
    check on the copiers again. Bob usually has his weekends
    off, but his dispatcher wanted him to work this time for as
    long as it takes. He was promised a day or two during next
    week off to replace his lost weekend. Besides, Bob would
    get time and a half on top of other benefits.
    	Bob decided it would be best for Gary to remain with
    Jimmy and Jamie, besides they would have the time of their
    lives with the whole 3 or 4 acres to run in.
    	About that time, dust began to blow on the lane
    leading to the house, signaling the arrival of Nancy.
    	"Why don't you see if the boys are awake yet," Paul
    asked while he continued to clean up Jamie after feeding
    him. "We will have to go to the office soon as we can."
    Paul headed out to meet the car.
    	Bob opened the door with a jerk, surprising the two
    boys who were sitting on their knees facing each other on
    the bed. Jimmy's diaper was on the floor, looking like it
    was well used for it's intended purposes. Gary looked like
    the cat that ate the canary.
    	"We're not doing anything," he blurted out as he
    jumped away from Jimmy. Jimmy spoke up as in defense of his
    new friend. "He just took my diaper off..... he was going
    to help me put on a new one." All the time Jimmy was
    nodding his head up and down to confirm what he just said
    was true.
    	What he said may well been the case, except for two
    little details-first, there was no new diaper anywhere
    nearby, second Jimmy had all the signs of .......well you
    figure it out.
    	Bob chose to ignore what he surely knew was going on.
    	"Gary, Mr. Norton and I must go to the office today
    and finish up that machine, we have the parts for it. We
    may need another day before we finish the others, depending
    on what we find."
    	"Can I go, too?" Gary stepped to the floor, his diaper
    hung questionably low.
    	"I'd rather you stay here and play with Jimmy, maybe
    you could help with Jamie, too."
    	Both boys looked at each other excitedly yelling,
    "YES! YES!"
    	"You really wanted to stay, didn't you?" Bob laughed.
    "I am glad you volunteered to come even when you wanted to
    stay, I am so proud of you, son!, Of course you can stay."
    	"Oh, by the way, Nancy is here, she is going to sit
    with you boys."
    	Gary looked puzzled, who was this Nancy? Why did they
    need a sitter? "Dad, I am 9 years old, I can stay by
    myself."
    	"Nancy," Jimmy informed, "is a girl, she has taken
    care of us before."
    	"Do you like her?" Gary asked.
    	"Well, she is okay, I guess, she likes to boss us
    around a lot."
    	"What you mean?" Gary was sure he did not want a girl
    around, especially one who wants to boss boys around.
    	Bob had been helping Jimmy with a new diaper and was
    just about to get a hold of Gary to change his. When...
    	"Oh no, Oh no!" Gary backed off as if he saw a ghost.
    He expressed fear like Bob never seen in him before.
    "What's wrong, Gary?" his dad asked.
    	"I don't want any girl seeing me in a diaper."
    	"Oh, don't be silly, Gary, surely she has seen boys in
    diapers before," his daddy tried to explain, "Paul tells me
    she takes real good care of Jamie, besides, Jimmy will be
    wearing them too."
    	"Maybe she will even change us like she does Jamie!"
    Jimmy's eyes widened at the thought of having a girl
    powdering his body. "She kind of weird in a way, I mean she
    is, because she lets Jamie go without a diaper after she
    changes him, at least for a while.
    	"Maybe she just likes to look at boys," Gary giggled.
    	Gary did not want any girl see him in only a diaper.
    Now Jimmy was telling him she likes to look at naked boys.
    Just the idea of being seen by a girl only in a diaper is
    embarrassing enough. To be seen naked was especially
    disturbing for him.

    THE SITTER --Part 9

    	Nancy took one look at the two younger boys standing
    before her with only a T-shirt that just barely covered the
    white diapers below. Paul had just introduced the boys to
    Nancy. "Hi," she waved a hand in a girlish way. Her eyes
    took in the two boys from head to foot, resting in a stare
    at their diapers. She was dressed in a sleeveless flowery
    dress that fit tightly around her plump form. From her
    waist the dress flared out in tight neat pleats hanging
    about midway on her thighs. She wore little socks with some
    kind of a flower embroidered where the top folded over at
    the top. He black leather shoes with a small buckle neatly
    tucked into its latch.
    	Gary noticed she was only a bit taller then himself.
    "I can handle her okay," he thought to himself. It made
    little difference if she was two years older then he. Gary
    looked her over as much as she did him. He noticed how much
    she resembled the girl that played with Dennis the Menace
    in the morning funnies. Her red hair was done up in a way
    that her hair stuck out both sides of her head and bounced
    as she walked. Even her glasses seem to make her look
    Dennis' girl.
    	"You boys are so cute in your little white panties,"
    she said almost in a sarcastic way. "I will have to keep my
    eyes on you babies! She continued her mocking. Jimmy had on
    a pair of dirty white socks that came up his leg half way
    to the knees with a worn-out pair of sneakers covering his
    feet. Gary was dressed the same way except for his sandals
    with red socks were not as high up the leg as Jimmy's.
    	Nancy commanded the boy to stay in the front yard and
    not to leave. She sounded like an overly protective mother
    as she stomped into the house to check on Jamie who was
    playing in his large playpen.
    	The two younger boys looked at each other, then busted
    into laughter.
    	"She is bossy!" Gary confirmed his friend's statement.
    	"Told you!" Jimmy "Your white panties are showing!"
    Jimmy mocked the girls comment about their diapers.
    	"You're the Cute Baby!" Gary punched Jimmy's arm.
    "You're the baby, you're the baby." The boys repeated back
    and forth to each other as they chased one another around
    the yard.
    	Meantime, Nancy was in the house gathering up all the
    diapers she found in the usual chest of drawers in Jamie's
    room. She only found three. "There's gotta be more," she
    reasoned out, this is not enough to last the day for three
    boys.
    	Search as she would, Nancy could not find but three
    diapers. She did find the empty bag of youth diapers that
    Gary brought in with him, but no more. "Well, those nasty,
    dirty boys will just have to keep them on longer." Nancy
    seemed to relish this mistreatment of boys. "When we run
    out they will just have to go naked," a silly grin crossed
    her face, causing her glasses to bounce on her pug nose.
    	Returning to Jamie, she laid him out on the floor and
    undid his wet and dirty diaper. "You messy boy, you really
    messy boy, when are you going to learn to use the potty?"
    She sounded angered, but she was rather excited as she
    pulled the diaper away from his brown-stained tuff.
    	All Jamie could do was spread his legs in cooperation,
    allowing this little girl to clean him up. He just looked
    at her and giggled.
    	After Nancy got Jamie cleaned up and started to pull
    the diaper in place, she noticed Jamie was giving her a
    firm salute with his tiny penis. This seemed to fascinate
    her curiosity, so instead of finishing diapering the boy
    she allowed him to remain a few more minutes. She took this
    time to put more powder and rub it in with her hands. Jamie
    closed his eyes, tilted his head back and held his breath
    until she was done.
    	"You really like it when I change your diaper, don't
    you?" Nancy took more time with the tabs, making sure they
    fit very tight. She looked around to see if the other boys
    were around when she saw them swinging in the tire swing.
    She returned to Jamie, who was trying to say something to
    her. She bent over him, kissing him on the belly button
    while lightly licking into the indent. Jamie was clean and
    dry and back safely inside his playpen. Nancy still wanted
    to find more diapers, but with no luck.
    	The boys came into the house to get a glass of cold
    water. Nancy was sitting on the sofa reading a book she had
    brought over with her. Dropping her book, she stood up,
    placing both hands on her hips and asked, "What you babies
    want, you should stay outside where boy's belong." She
    seemed to be overdoing this mother's thing. The two boys
    ignored her commands and walked directly into the kitchen,
    pouring a glass of cold water kept in the refrigerator.
    Nancy followed with a scornful eye, grabbing a towel to
    wipe up anything they spilled.
    	Gary started to walk toward the bathroom when he was
    suddenly stopped by a provoked female, demanding he leave
    the house this very second.
    	"I just have to go to the bathroom!" He explained
    	"Baby boys don't have to go to the bathroom," she
    informed the startled boy.
    	Jimmy was watching this activity from the kitchen
    table.
    	"She wants us to poop so she can change us," Jimmy
    informed his friend.
    	"But I have to pee," Gary explained.
    	"Do it in your diaper, that is what they are for,
    silly boy!" Nancy had a pleased look on her face, she
    seemed to enjoy sitting with her babies.
    	The wait was too much for Gary and he could argue no
    more. He stood before the watchful girl and his friend,
    closed his eyes, cringed his mouth then felt the warmth of
    fresh pee filling his diaper, moving back and up into his
    butt. Nancy looked more pleased then ever as she watched
    the green line turn deep blue.
    	"I was trying to make this diaper last longer because
    I am ran out and forgot to tell daddy that I needed more."
    Gary was wondering what was going to happen next, but he
    did not have to wait very long.
    	Nancy told him that bad babies that pee their pants
    have to wear them. She gave him two choices, he could
    either wear the wet diaper or take them off. "If you choose
    to take it off you will have to play outside until your
    daddy comes home because we don't want pee or poop on the
    floor."
    	Gary looked over at the table towards Jimmy, who had a
    worried look on his face. Gary knew his friend's diaper was
    soaked, a little bead of pee trickled on to the chair. Gary
    knew his friend must have really lost his bladder that
    time.
    	The boys found themselves back outside once again.
    	Nancy continued her search for more diapers. She knew
    that Jamie would soon need changing once more, and unless
    she found something there was going to a big problem.
    	Meantime, the boys began to plot a way to get even
    with this overbearing girl. Both boys sat on the front
    porch steps with their heads in their hands. Suddenly Jimmy
    had an idea.
    	"Lets poop our diapers like Jamie does, that way she
    will have to change us."
    	"That's a good idea, only I gotta tell you
    something........" Gary leaned over towards his buddy.
    	"What?" Jimmy asked.
    	"Well, when we got these diapers this morning I used
    the last one, I don't have any more." Gary seemed a bit
    worried.
    	"That's okay, we can use a couple of Jamie's." Jimmy
    said with confidence.
    	"I don't think so, I overheard your dad say they need
    to buy some more." Gary forgot to tell his dad to get him
    some more...... Then the thought came to Gary that maybe
    his dad had some adult size ones in his bag. The boys ran
    back into the house. Slamming the door to the bedroom, they
    rushed to Bob's overnight bag. Empty, not even the bag they
    came in. The two disappointed boys walked into the living
    room where Nancy had just fastened the tabs on Jamie. She
    had to wrap it almost around double because she used a
    ADULT diaper.
    	"Where did you get those?" Gary demanded.
    	"I found them in a bag on Jamie's bed," the girl
    proudly showed him one more. "These are for Jamie, not for
    you babies." Nancy sat on the last clean diaper.
    	"No! those were my dad's, you can't use them; they
    belong to daddy"
    	"Not anymore," Nancy smirked at the boys. "They are
    Jamie's now and you can't have them, so there."
    	"We can't pee any more and we can't poop even if we
    wanted to. Our diapers are soaked we need a change." Both
    boys realized they were in trouble because the very next
    time they messed their diapers it would mean leaks would be
    most likely.
    	Nancy overheard them talking about their problem,
    "Well babies, you could always take them off and play
    outside!" Neither boy liked the sound of her voice, it
    seemed to them she was making life about as impossible and
    difficult as she could.
    	The boys reasoned that they could just put their
    shorts on with wearing any undergarments. Why hadn't either
    of them thought of that before? They did not know.
    	"I got it!" Gary lit up like a searchlight, "we could
    wear your underpants, I saw them in you bedroom chest of
    drawers."
    	 "But they won't help keep much, we would leak, they
    are too thin," Jimmy pointed out.
    	"You could always put on several, you could put on a
    lot," Nancy called out after overhearing the boys.
    	"Ya, I bet that would work, it would be like having on
    a diaper again." Gary really did not want to wear thin
    underpants after he got use thick diapers.
    	"You boys are so stupid," Nancy mocked them with her
    words. "I knew all along that is what you could do."
    	"How did you know? Do you wear your panties that way?
    Jimmy scoffed back at her.
    	"Of course not, big girls don't need a baby diaper
    like boys do," she remarked.
    	"Do too!" Jimmy began to push his own style of
    sarcasm. "Do too, I bet you wear them that way right now."
    	"Don't either!" the girl wanted the last word.
    	The argument continued until Gary forced the issue
    with, "Prove it, show us!"
    	"Ya, show us then we may believe you", Jimmy repeated.
    	Nancy was getting more frustrated by the moment. She
    stood before them raising her short skirt exposing her
    flower printed white underpants.
    	"See? I only need one, but boys need a lot because
    they make dirty in their pants."
    	Although the boys did not win the argument, they did
    feel they and won a victory they got Nancy to show her
    panties. Gary was not sure he was interested in girls or
    not, however, this girl could set him back for a few more
    years. If this was what girls were like, he wanted nothing
    to do with them. However, a sudden surge of excitement
    flowed over him when I watched her lift her skirt.
    	"How do you know that all boys poop their pants?"
    Jimmy questioned.
    	"I just know!" Nancy said with a bit of high and
    mighty in her voice. "I just know".
    	"You don't either," Jimmy threw back at her.
    	"Do too!" Nancy yelled back.
    	Gary could see this was going to be another argument,
    so he stepped into the battle of words with a few of his
    own.
    	"You're not even 12 years old yet, how can you know so
    much about boys?" Gary was getting upset with this
    detestable girl.
    	"I have two brothers, and they are always pooping in
    their pants, so there." The boys also leaned that not only
    did Nancy's younger brothers needed diapers, but also
    learned that they'd worn several pairs the same time to
    give added protection.
    	"Come on, Gary" Jimmy lead the other by the hand
    taking him out the back door. Nancy went back to attend to
    Jamie. "Why you bring me out here?" Gary demanded of Jimmy.
    	"Because, I know where a lot of underpants are."
    	"You do?"
    	"Yes come on," answered Jimmy as he lead on towards
    the garage.
    	"Mom collects used clothing for the Church Mission
    Society. He stores them in sacks out here." Jimmy began to
    pull old boxes away from the wall so he could open them.
    Finally, the boys found a large plastic sack that was
    stuffed with clean, but used boys' and men's white briefs
    of all sizes."

    A DIFFERENT KIND OF DIAPER -- Part 10

    	The boys stripped out of their wet diapers, each
    taking one of the underpants to wipe themselves dry. Going
    through the sack of shorts, they sorted out several
    different sizes. Starting with the smallest to make a tight
    fit, they each began to pile one pair over the other,
    making ever other one size larger until they had on at
    least 10 pairs.
    	Gary was beginning to see the purpose of so many
    briefs. He noticed the tightness around his waist felt very
    much like a diaper. He was sure it even felt better because
    of the elastic waist bands that locked against his young
    body.
    	He also felt a strange sensation about wearing
    underpants that someone else had worn before he. The sizes
    the boys wore ranged from a size 10 boys to that of a 36
    man's. It gave him a funny feeling to know he was wearing
    10 other boys and men's underpants. He wondered who they
    were and what they were like.
    	About that time Jimmy made a statement that covered it
    all, "I wonder how many of these shorts got pooped in."
    	"Ya!" Gary agreed.
    	The boys didn't even bother to put their T-shirts back
    on, but rather went outside the garage wearing only their
    multiple white underpants. What a sight they made! They
    looked like they had on a very thick well-fitted diaper
    that fitted far up their backsides. In front the last
    banded brief fitted just a finger thickness from their
    belly buttons. These, along with their socks and little
    shoes gave them the big baby look. Once outside both boys
    looked each other over from head to foot.
    	Gary got that strange feeling again when he looked
    Jimmy over. The contrast between the white pants with the
    dark suntan of his legs below and his belly above gave Gary
    a tingle he loved so much. He thought his little friend was
    adorable.
    	Jimmy realized Gary was staring at him.
    	"What?" he asked as he ducked his head to see what was
    so fascinating. Gary remained almost speechless.
    	"I am glad you are my friend, I like you a lot!" Gary
    wanted to tell him more but thought he ought not because it
    may sound too mushy. But Gary's facial expression was
    betraying his inter love he had for his friend.
    	"I like you too, I am so glad you came to stay with
    us....." Jimmy wanted to say more, but he also felt a
    restraint in letting his friend know just how he really
    felt.
    	While the two stood admiring each other, Nancy had
    been wondering what these boys were up to. She spotted them
    in the back yard. Thinking she must go and scold them just
    to keep them in line she headed their way. When she was
    within a few feet of them she suddenly stopped. Her mouth
    opened as if in shock. Her eyes opened wide, the glasses
    made them look bigger then they really were. She began to
    pick at her skirt pushing slightly inward, the toes of her
    feet seem to point toward each other.
    	"I just. .....I just...." Nancy was not able to talk
    she made no sense as she tried to form the words. It took
    what seemed forever before she was able to tell the boys,
    "I just put Jamie down for his nap."
    	When she got the words out of her mouth she blabbed,
    "I like you guys in those diaper pants." Maybe for the
    first time in her entire life she began to feel the rush of
    her female nature.
    	The boys were shocked at her soft and gentle voice,
    this was just not like her, for once she sounded almost
    likable. Gary recognized what he thought was the meaning of
    her hand poking at herself. He asked, "Nancy has to go
    pee."
    	Jimmy also picked up on this obvious conclusion, "Why
    don't you just pee, that is what you make us do."
    	"I don't have to pee!" she shouted in her old
    sarcastic way, "I.... never mind, you babies wouldn't
    understand." She turned to walk towards the house but took
    one last look over her shoulder.
    	The boys stood there in wonderment as a light warm
    wind swirled around their near naked bodies. It was Jimmy
    that first spoke, "She really had to go potty bad, didn't
    she?"
    	"I don't think so..... I think it was something else."
    A fleeting thought was going though Gary's mind, maybe she
    was feeling something like he felt when he looked at Jimmy,
    that funny tingling that don't go away very easily.
    	"What else could it be, Gary?" The boy knew that he
    grabbed himself like that, to hold the pee from squirting
    out sometimes.
    	"Come and I will tell you," Gary took Jimmy by the
    hand as they ran out into the field next to just out of
    sight of the house.
    	Reaching a dry ditch, the boys hid themselves from any
    prying eyes. Jimmy could stand upon his tiptoes just to see
    ground level. Looking back towards the house, he announced,
    "She went into the house, nobody is around."
    	"Now tell me.... what's happening?" Jimmy seemed
    impatient to find out what was so secretive that Gary had
    to bring him out here.
    	Gary leaned himself closer to his little friend,
    actually touching much of their bare stomachs together.
    Placing his arms on each side of Jimmy's head leaning
    against the wall of the ditch for support, Gary began
    talking.
    	"Remember what we were doing this morning when daddy
    scared us by opening the door real fast?"
    	Jimmy giggled, "Ya, he almost caught us." Jimmy had an
    afterthought, "You don't think he knew what was happening,
    do you?"
    	"I'm not sure, I think he did, but he understands
    boys. He did not say anything about it, did he?"
    	Jimmy giggled again. "Jamie and I do that some times,"
    adding, "he likes it." "What has that to do with Nancy?"
    	"Remember how we felt, remember the tingling down
    there?" Gary patted Jimmy on the front of his diaper pants.
    	"Ya... OK... it tickled."
    	"That's the point, once it tickled really good we had
    to touch ourselves."
    	"Ya!" Jimmy was trying to understand Gary's point.
    	"I think when Nancy saw us in these diaper pants she
    felt something like that, too."
    	Jimmy's eyes widened. "Oh, Ya maybe" He thought a bit
    then added, "But girls don't have a thing like boys do, how
    could she feel that?"
    	"I don't know for sure, but I think they feel
    something sometimes." Girls were a mystery to Gary and he
    was just now trying to figure it all out.
    	"Why does she have to be so bossy all the time?" Jimmy
    questioned.
    	"I don't know... I don't like it either." Gary went
    into deep thought.
    	For a few minutes the boys rubbed up against each
    other, letting their bare bellies rub up against each
    other. Both boys could feel the extra tightness inside
    their diaper pants. Gary wasn't sure if Jimmy was feeling
    the same thing, but when Jimmy whispered, "Why does this
    feel so good?" as he wiggled his stomach closer to his
    friend. Gary then knew, lowering his head to match his
    friends, both boys kissed lightly over the lips.
    	"I saw Nancy playing with Jamie one time!" Jimmy
    reported just as Gary pulled back, licking his over his
    lips.
    	"What were they doing?" He asked.
    	"I'm not sure, but it looked a lot like what we are
    doing. Jamie had his diaper off that I know. But I could
    not see too well. I think she was doing something with
    him." "Really!" Gary questioned the boy more about this
    strange activity.
    	"I got an idea. How would you like some fun?" Gary
    asked the boy.
    	"Sure, what?" Jimmy and Gary were now side by side,
    leaning with their backs against the wall of the ditch.
    	"Suppose we poop our diaper pants and got them really
    soaked, I mean we really mess them up." Gary was
    interrupted by Jimmy.
    	"Ya, then she would have to change us, but wouldn't
    she be mad at us?"
    	"No, I don't think so, I think she wants to change
    us."
    	"Uh, really?" Jimmy was not too sure about all this
    yet.
    	"Sure, she likes to change Jamie, she even checks on
    him when he is not dirty or even wet. She must have gotten
    a feeling when she saw us in only a diaper, did you see how
    she went back to the house.... probably to check Jamie out
    again. I really think she wants to do it." Gary explained.
    	"Are you willing to try it?" Gary added.
    	"Let's do it," Jimmy already was beginning to bear
    down, letting a fart rip into the afternoon air.
    	The boys ran back toward the house, getting a big
    glass of orange juice. They noticed Nancy had her eye on
    them.
    	It was sooner then expected when Jimmy began to fill
    what little space was left in his diaper. Both boys showed
    a slow dribble run forming just below their diapers.
    Jimmy's face was reddening as he forced more liquid, bring
    on a soft sound of a long fart.
    	Nancy gave her first sign of approval, "You babies
    look like you are about to poop."
    	Jimmy was sitting on his haunches, leaning slightly
    forward with his arms wrapped around his knees. His legs
    were slightly spread apart. Both Gary and Nancy watched as
    Jimmy's face showed more signs of straining. Grunting for
    all his might, more wetness seeped around his crouch now
    mixed with a light brown color.
    	The sight of watching Jimmy poop in his pants gave
    Gary encouragement in starting his own bowels to move.
    Dropping to the floor in the same matter as Jimmy, Gary let
    off with a short fart then a sigh of relief. This pooping
    was brand new to Gary, and he was not too sure he'd like
    doing it. But in a moment the warm, new, fill and the
    relief given brought back primitive responses. Gary could
    feel the strain on the multiple underpants as they tried to
    expand with the load of poop.
    	Nancy was watching with enthusiasm ,having made each
    boy lie on Jamie's changing pad. There, she commenced to
    pull one layer at a time off each boy until she got to last
    pair.
    	"Messy, dirty boys," she commented.
    	Gary was anticipating having this girl pull off his
    diaper pants. He had mixed feelings about it all. One part
    of him wanted her to see him naked. The other part of him
    seemed too embarrassed to let her undress him. With his
    eyes slightly closed he knew she was about expose him to
    the world.
    	He sensed anticipation just as his last dirty
    underpants slipped down and off the end of his feet.
    Everything seem to go into slow motion as the over anxious
    baby-sitter reached into the bucket of warm water sitting
    nearby. The moment she placed the warm rag over his
    genitals, Gary knew he had lost control and had allowed
    nature to do it's job.
    	"Oh no! she's going to know!" Gary thought out loud.
    	"Know what, little baby?" Nancy pulled the wash rag
    away to rinse the new poop out. "I all ready know..... And
    I made you do it. All little boys do it when I wash them."
    	Gary didn't know just what to think about this new
    experience. Only his mommy and daddy ever washed him like
    that. He knew there was no other choice but to lie still
    and let her finish cleaning him up.
    	When Nancy wiped the last mess clinging around his
    frontal parts she had him turn over on his belly. She
    rinsed the rag once more squeezing out what she could she
    returned to wipe his butt.
    	Gary started to get up on his knees but was forced
    down as Nancy ran the rag up and down the crack. He relaxed
    by laying his head on his arm, slightly turning to see what
    she was going to do.
    	"Stay put, I am not done yet!" Nancy commanded in her
    usual way. Just then she wrapped the wet wash rag around
    her forefinger and commenced to ream around his pooper
    hole. Gary was not sure he liked it and was about to tell
    her so, when suddenly she pushed it in to wipe the last
    brown lump.
    	"OH! Stop, that hurt," Gary came clear up off the
    floor in one jump.
    	"Owie!" he yelled as he grab at his butt trying to
    soothe himself from pain induced by the wash rag.
    	Gary was more then a little indigent from the laughter
    of his friend and baby sitter. He sat down in the soft
    chair, watching Jimmy get his turn.
    	Once Nancy had completed her changing of the boys, she
    began cleaning up the mess, taking the dirty diapers into a
    pail of clean water to be washed later. The two naked boys
    sat next to each other in the same chair with wonderment of
    what was coming next. Did their little *joke* played on
    Nancy backfire? Maybe it had, maybe it didn't.
    	"What are we going to put on now," Jimmy asked with a
    bewildered look on his face.
    	"I'll tell you what you're going to do and you will do
    it when I tell you can do it," Nancy was making the two
    boys squirm just a while longer.
    	"Our Daddies will be here very soon," Jimmy warned.
    	Jamie just woke up from his short nap and was fussing
    to get the sitter's attention. Nancy laid the older boy out
    on the mat for his next changing.
    	"Yes, your daddy will be here anytime now. So why
    don't you go out to the garage and see if you can find some
    more boy's underpants?"
    	Both boy's seemed relieved they were able to leave the
    room. Once outside the naked boys hopped and skipped all
    the way to the garage.