    Summary: A 10-year old boy discovers that he likes to wet his pants.
    His mom decides that diapers should be his new underwear then. Freddie
    goes along with this consequence and further fills them.

    FREDDIE’S CHOICE

    This story is intended for the private use of the reader. It deals with
    minor children in situations involving pants wetting and diaper
    wearing. If this subject matter is of no interest to you then please do
    not bother reading. Otherwise please enjoy!

    CHAPTER 1

    Ten year old Freddie lies on the carpet, on his stomach, watching TV.
    One hand is on his crotch cupping it. The other one is under is chin.
    His mom, Vicky walks by and sees him.

    “Why don’t you go out and play Freddie, it is such a nice summer day,”
    says Vicky.

    Freddie turns around and looks at his mom, without moving his hand from
    his crotch.

    “Yes, Freddie, go out and play,” says his mom. She of course sees him
    holding himself.

    “Okay, I’ll go,” replies Freddie as he stands up. He proceeds toward
    the back door but is stopped by his mom who kisses his forehead and
    hugs him. “Good boy son; go have some fun outside,” says his mom.

    Freddy skips to the door and goes out to his backyard. He skips over to
    the swing set and begins swinging. While swinging, he watches birds fly
    around and listens to the sounds of the outside. After a while, his
    need to go to the bathroom and pee becomes stronger. He stops swinging
    and looks at his crotch.

    “Gosh, I have to go, but I like it out here. I like swinging. I’ll just
    hold it some more,” says Freddie to himself. After some more swinging,
    Freddie notices his trucks and decides to play with them. He gets off
    the swing and goes over to them. He’s on his knees and begins to play
    with the trucks. After a few minutes, his body again tells him it wants
    to pee. He again looks at his crotch and says to himself, “Gosh, why do
    I always have to stop playing and go pee. What would happen if I just
    keep playing and didn’t go? Would I wet my pants? Would I get in
    trouble and get spanked? What would happen?” Freddie had no answers to
    his questions and turned back to his trucks.

    A few minutes pass and Freddie’s body again signals him it is time to
    pee. Freddie just ignores the message and continues playing. A few more
    minutes pass and this time his body, fed up with an overfull bladder,
    starts releasing urine. And of course, it has no place to go but into
    Freddie’s underwear and shorts. Freddie feels the wet warmth as his pee
    begins to wet his pants. He sits up and looks down at his crotch,
    watching it get wetter and warmer. He’s doing it alright; he’s wetting
    his pants. His peeing rate speeds up as whatever pressure he had to
    hold it is relaxed. The front of his beige shorts is shinning with wet
    pee as Freddie watches himself as he wets his pants. The shorts, now
    overfilled with urine, begin dripping urine onto the lawn and down his
    legs. Freddie just stays there, on his knees and watches himself as he
    wets his pants. He likes it. He likes that he is still playing outside
    and didn’t stop to use the bathroom.

    As his bladder empties itself, the pee flow finally stops. Freddie
    sighs and says to himself, “Good, no more pressure to go to the
    bathroom; I can start playing again.” He does just that and plays and
    plays with his trucks.

    After a good ½ hour of building roads and such with his trucks, Freddie
    is thirsty. He gets up and goes into his house. “Mom, I’m thirsty. Can
    I have some water, please?” asks Freddie as he walks into the kitchen.
    He sees his mom at the kitchen table, reading something. She looks up
    at him and immediately notices the color of his shorts. The crotch
    area, all the way to the hem, is much darker than the material on the
    sides. She knows what happened and wants her sons to explain himself.

    “Okay son, you may have some water. There are bottles in the refrig; go
    and get yourself one and come over here,” replies his mom. Freddie does
    just that; walks to the refrig, opens it and takes out a bottle of
    water, closes it and walks to his mom’s side. He opens it and begins
    drinking. After finishing a third of the bottle he sets it down on the
    table.

    “My, my little boy is thirsty alright. You must have played hard to get
    that thirsty,” says his mom.

    “I sure did mom; it is so much fun, I want to go back and play some
    more,’ says Freddie.

    “Well before you go back, please explain yourself,” says his mom.

    “What do you mean, explain myself? I just did. I was playing real hard
    and got thirsty,” replies Freddie.

    “And you played so hard that you forgot to come in and use the
    bathroom?” asks his mom.

    Freddie then realizes what his mom is talking about. He looks down at
    his shorts and sees the wet mark at his crotch, evidence that he wet
    them. “Oh, this,” he says still looking at his wet pants. He looks up
    at his mom with a boyish grin and a smile.

    “Yes, Freddie, those,” says his mom pointing to his wet pants. “What
    happened?”

    “I told you, I was playing real hard,” says Freddie.

    “And what happened then?” says his mom. She was smiling to herself
    inside thinking about her dear son and his love of playing. He hadn’t
    played this hard before where he ended up with wet pants. She wants to
    find out what happened this time to cause this.

    “Oh, well, I was just having such a good time playing that I didn’t
    want to stop and come it to use the bathroom,” replies Freddie.

    “So you knew that you had to go then?” asked his mom.

    “Yeah,” replies Freddie with a slight blush and a sheepish look at the
    floor.

    “So then what happened son?” asks his mom.

    Freddie looks back to his mom. “Well, I just kept holding it in and it
    finally started to come out. I felt it and then looked down and saw
    that I was going,” says Freddie.

    “And what exactly were you doing, son?” asks his mom.

    Freddie looks at his mom, smiles and says, “I was wetting my pants.
    When it was all done, I went back to playing until I got thirsty.

    “I see. So you wanted to stay playing, knowing that you had to go to
    the bathroom and decided to wet your pants instead. Is that about the
    size of it, son?” asks his mom.

    Still looking at his mom, Freddie says, Yeah, that’s about it, I
    decided to wet my pants instead of having to stop playing,” replies
    Freddie.

    “And you are okay with that decision son?” asks his mom.

    “Yes mom, I am okay. I didn’t mind it at all,” says Freddie.

    “Even if boys your age usually use the bathroom and not their pants
    when they feel the need to go?” asks his mom.

    “Well, I suppose so; I just didn’t want to stop and come in. I knew
    what I was doing and that I’d probably get in trouble from you for
    going in my pants, but I just wanted to, I guess,” replied Freddie.

    “I see. Well you’re not in trouble son; I just want to understand why
    you decided to wet your pants. Do you think you might do this again, I
    mean wet your pants again?” asks his mom.

    “Well not if I get into trouble, that’s for sure,” replies Freddie.

    “So if you do get into trouble then maybe you won’t, is that right?”
    asks his mom.

    “Oh, I don’t know mom. I definitely don’t want to get into trouble, but
    then I might not want to stop what I am doing and I might end up
    wetting my pants again,” says Freddie.

    “I see son; well you’ll not be in trouble if you end up wetting your
    pants again. I want you to know that. I also want you to know that I
    love you and will look after you, no matter what happens, wet pants and
    all. We’ll just see how things go from here. Okay?” says his mom.

    “Thanks mom, I love you too and I’ll try to use the bathroom as 10-year
    olds do, but then again……” Freddie smiles and hugs his mom and then
    grabs the water bottle and goes back outside to continue playing.

    Vicky watches her son go back outside and smiles to herself. She’s sure
    that within the next week he’ll repeat his pants-wetting behavior. She
    doesn’t understand why, just that Freddie was so sure of himself when
    discussing his behavior that he’ll do it again. He’s not even bothered
    by wearing his pee-wet clothes. She thinks of how she will respond and
    what she’ll do when it does happen.

    Freddie plays that afternoon without another pants-wetting incident. He
    comes into the house to use the bathroom. His mom smiles at him each
    time he comes in and he smiles back. It’s as if they both know what the
    other is thinking and are just waiting for the next move in this chess
    game of sorts. This same scenario plays out over the next 4 days. Vicky
    is rethinking her previous conclusion that her son would wet himself
    within a week. Maybe it was just a one-time occurrence, she thinks to
    herself. Meanwhile, she purchased some items that might be useful to
    Freddie if he decides to wet himself more. Time will tell.

    Freddie thinks about what he did when he stayed outside to play and
    ended up wetting his pants, every time he goes to the bathroom. As he
    watches his urine stream go into the toilet, he remembers how he felt
    when it went into his pants. Each time he urinates he thinks about
    doing it again, in his pants, but not sure how his mom will react. She
    said he wouldn’t be in trouble if he did wet himself; he’s just not
    ready, yet. Even in bed at night before falling asleep, Freddie thinks
    about wetting his pants. He admits to himself that he liked doing it,
    even though he knew he shouldn’t; the excitement of doing it anyway
    excited him, he finally realizes.

    After eating a good breakfast, Freddie goes to watch some TV. He’s
    dressed in a colorful T-shirt, beige shorts, tennis shoes and socks and
    of course his underwear. Lying on the carpet with a hand on his crotch,
    Freddie watches cartoons. Vicky watches her son. He’s done this same
    routine over the past few days, but today, he’s seems different,
    quieter and withdrawn. Vicky hopes that he is alright and wonders what
    is on his mind. Is he thinking of doing it again, wetting his pants
    again she thinks to herself.

    After an hour of cartoons, Freddie gets up and goes into the kitchen
    where he finds his mom. He walks up to her and gives her a hug. “Thank
    you honey,” says his mom. “Are you okay son; you seem quiet this
    morning?”

    “Yeah, I’m okay mom, just thinking. I’m going outside to play. I’ll be
    back in a while,” replies Freddy.

    “Well okay then son; you have a good time outside, everything will be
    fine,” says his mom.

    Freddy hugs and kisses his mom and runs outside to play. Vicky watches
    and then goes to find her earlier purchases for Freddy and gets ready
    for him. She’s sure that he’ll be wetting his pants today and she’ll be
    ready for him when he returns.

    Outside, Freddy goes swinging. While he’s doing this, his bladder
    signals him that it is getting full; he’ll need to pee soon. He smiles
    and keeps swinging. “I wonder if I can do it while swinging,” he thinks
    to himself. It is as if he knows he’s going to wet himself this morning
    and just is figuring out where. “I’m going to do it,” he says to
    himself. “I’m going to wet my pants. I don’t know why, just that I want
    to, I need to.” As he swings he looks at his crotch. He relaxes himself
    and waits. He feels nothing coming out, so he decides just to keep
    swinging and see what happens.

    After a few minutes, he feels the urge from his bladder that it wants
    to empty itself. He does not fight it and tries to stay relaxed even
    though he feels excited by the prospect of wetting his pants. He keeps
    swinging and pushes his urine a bit. His body responds and as he
    watches his crotch, a wet mark appears. Freddie is excited as he feels
    his urine travel down his penis and into his pants. The feeling is
    good, he thinks to himself. He pushes more and the mark grows. He
    watches as urine enters his pants and spreads out marking his shorts in
    an ever increasing rate. He slows down his swinging and finally stops.
    He watches the wet mark grow larger as he continues to wet his pants,
    now at an increasing rate. “Yes, I’m doing it, I’m wetting my pants,”
    he says out loud. Freddie’s bladder is now in full discharge and his
    shorts tell the story. His urine is covering his shorts and begins to
    stream onto the lawn as he pees himself. He feels excited and happy
    with hi! s actions as he sits on the swing and wets his pants.

    As his bladder empties, Freddie starts up swinging again; this time
    with intensity and excitement flowing through his body. He’s very happy
    with himself and with his wet pants.

    Vicky has been watching her son this entire time and smiles inside. Her
    son is happy with himself and his wet pants. She knows what to do when
    he comes inside. She still doesn’t understand why he has done this but
    knows that he’s happy with himself and that is more important.

    Freddie stops swinging and goes over to his trucks and begins playing
    with them. He stares at his wet pants; he’s intrigued by them and how
    they feel. After about an hour outside, Freddie is thirsty and walks
    into the house. He smiles at his mom as their eyes meet in the kitchen.
    “Hi mom,” says Freddie.

    “Hi there son; having a good time outside?” she asks.

    “Yes mom, a great time. I’m thirsty though,” replies Freddie as he
    walks to the refrig for a bottle of water.

    “Well good for you son,” replies his mom as she reaches out to her son.
    Freddie walks to her and she gives him a hug. She then kisses his
    forehead. “Feel better now son?” asks his mom. Freddie looks into her
    eyes and smiles.

    “Yes mom, I feel much better,” says Freddie.

    “And why is that?” asks his mom.

    Freddie looks at her and replies, “Because I wet my pants.”

    “Well, if that’s how you feel and you are okay with wetting your pants,
    then I think it is okay to put you in diapers then. Come with me to the
    bathroom,” says his mom as she stands up and takes his hand leading him
    away.

    Freddie says nothing and follows his mom. He’s not sure of what to feel
    now. In the bathroom, his mom has Freddie remove his shorts and
    underwear. She has him place them on the edge of the bat tub. “I’ll get
    those wet clothes cleaned after I take care of you first,” says his
    mom. She gets a washcloth and gets it wet with warm water. She proceeds
    to wipe Freddie’s crotch and butt areas, getting them all clean from
    his urine. “Now let’s get you dressed so you can go back to your trucks
    and continue playing; only this time without having to wet your pants.
    You can wet your diaper and still keep playing. Only you and I will
    know that you have a diaper on because only you and know that you wet
    your pants. Does that sound okay son?” asks his mom.

    Freddie looks up at his mom with a boyish smile and says, “Yeah that
    sounds good.” He races out of the bathroom, into his room and jumps
    onto his bed; showing his bare bum to his mom as he leaves the
    bathroom. She smiles to herself, “Well, diapers it is for that boy.
    He’s obviously not bothered at all by wearing them. If he’s okay with
    them, then so am I.”

    Vicky finds her son on his bed, hands touching himself, and in a very
    good mood. She goes to his closet and takes out the diapers and
    supplies she recently purchased for this occasion. She walks over to
    her son. She looks down at him seeing that he’s anxious to get back to
    his trucks and playing with himself.

    “Okay my little boy. Any boy that has that much fun playing and ends up
    wetting his pants, needs a diaper and I am here to diaper you. Now lift
    up that cute bottom of yours so I can diaper you,” says his mom.
    Freddie eagerly complies and his quickly places the diaper beneath him.

    “Okay my little boy, I am now going to powder you to keep you dry, if
    that is possible, and I’ll have you diapered and back outside in no
    time,” says his mom. Vicky does just that. After sprinkling powder on
    his crotch and rubbing it in, she brings up the diaper between his legs
    where she snuggly fits it on him and fastens the tabs. She then shakes
    open a pair of plastic pants, with babyish images on them and places
    them through his feet and up his legs to his diaper. He lifts his butt
    up so she can bring the pants up over the diaper. She goes to his
    dresser and gets a pair of shorts, and returns to put them on. He
    stands up. Vicky adjusts the plastic pants to completely cover the
    diaper and then has Freddie step into his shorts as she brings them up
    to his waist.

    “There you go, my little boy, all freshly diapered,” says his mom as
    she picks him up and sets him on the floor. Freddie looks up and says,
    “Thanks mom, you’re the coolest. You didn’t even get mad at me or spank
    me cause I wet my pants; you just put me in a diaper.”

    His mom leans down and kisses Freddie’s forehead. “You’re welcome son
    and thank you for those nice words about me. I love you too. I told you
    that you would not be in trouble if you wet yourself again. I think
    that diapers are what you need right now so that is why I got you some.
    You may use them as your toilet as this seems to be what you want. I’ll
    change you when you need it. Now go out and play away,” says his mom as
    she gently swats Freddie’s diapered bum as he races away.

    CHAPTER 2

    “Wow this is just the best,” says Freddie to himself. He notices his
    shorts are a bit snug over his diaper and he can hear it crinkle as he
    walks. He goes over to his trucks and begins playing with them. Vicky
    smiles as she watches him. She has his wet pants in her hand that she
    takes to the laundry room for washing, with his other dirty clothes.

    Freddie is lost in playing when he feels another urge from his body.
    This time his bottom growls and he knows what’s next. He needs to go
    poop. He stops playing and looks at his crotch and then to the house.
    He says to himself, “Well, mom told me I can use my diaper as my
    toilet, so here goes.” Freddie gets onto his knees and begins pushing
    his bottom. He is rewarded with poop filling his diaper. The more he
    pushes, the more poop comes out. It feels warm and squishy against his
    bottom. He likes the feeling and pushes more, as he wants to fill his
    diaper. “Gosh, this is just the best feeling, I’m going poop in my
    diaper pants and I like it, I like to poop my pants,” says Freddie to
    himself. As he empties his bowels, his bladder opens up and he just
    relaxes and wet himself. His peep comes out strong and steadily.
    Freddie just pissed and messed himself in his new diaper pants. He
    likes this feeling and rubs himself to feel the fullness of his diaper.
    His crotch is!
     now very full and pushing against his shorts. He sits down, feeling
    his poop mush around his bottom. He rubs his butt on the grass further
    spreading his poop around. He then sighs and goes back to playing. He’s
    very satisfied with himself.

    Vicky watches her son and realizes that he’s just pooped himself. “Well
    my little boy has certainly adapted to his new diapers quickly. He’s
    not at all bothered by pooping himself. I guess he wants to be back
    into diapers. I can and will go along with him as long as he feels this
    need. It’s a good thing I bought a fair amount of diapers for him.
    He’ll be wearing them all the time now,” she says to herself.

    Two hours pass since Freddy pooped himself. He also peed his diaper
    making it rather full. He likes the full diaper feel as it encases his
    crotch. Several times while playing he holds his crotch feeling the
    full diaper. He thinks to himself that maybe he should go and get his
    dirty diaper changed, but he likes how full it is and the mess that
    covers his butt. He stands up, looks at his crotch and begins to pee.
    He sighs as the urine leaves his penis and fills his diaper. “I like
    doing this,” he says to himself. AS he finishes wetting, he looks
    toward the house. There he sees his mom looking at him from the back
    door. She opens it and says, “Freddy, please come here so we can talk
    and see if you need a diaper change.” Freddy is surprised at his mom’s
    openness about changing him and saying those words so loudly. He starts
    walking to her feeling his wet and messy diaper at his crotch. Vicky
    smiles to herself as Freddy approaches, as his full diaper is obvious
    with the way he walks.

    As he gets to the door that his mom has open, Freddy walks into the
    house. In the kitchen his mom says, “Well Freddy how is your morning
    going? Are you having fun?” She smells his poopy diaper.

    Freddy replies saying, “Yes mom, everything is just great. I am having
    a great time outside.”

    “Good son, that is good. I can tell that have done a BM in your diaper.
    It smells. How are you son with this?” asks his mom.

    Freddy looks at her and smiles saying, “I am okay with it mom; I just
    felt the need to go and you said that I can use my diaper as my toilet,
    so I did.”

    His mom replies, “And wearing your messy diaper for all this time was
    okay?”

    “Yes mom, I didn’t mind it at all, it kind of felt good to me too,”
    says Freddy as he blushes.

    “You’re such a boy Freddy; come on let’s get that messy diaper changed
    and put you into a fresh diaper. You seem to need them,” says his mom.
    Vicky takes her son’s hand and walks to his bedroom. There, she has him
    remove his shoes and shorts and then lie on his bed where she places a
    towel.

    “I’ll need to get you a changing pad so I can change you without
    getting the bed or other furniture dirty, but for now, we’ll use a
    towel. Now just lay down here so mommy can change her diapered boy,”
    says his mom.

    Freddy gets on his bed as asked and looks at his mom as she prepares to
    change his diaper. She places her hand at the front of his diaper and
    brings it down to his crotch in an effort to feel the fullness of his
    diaper. “My my; my little boy has truly filled his diaper this morning.
    It is a wet and messy and very full,’ says his mom as she rubs his
    crotch. She then removes the plastic baby-pants and pulls the tabs from
    the diaper. She pulls back the diaper between his spread legs exposing
    his very messy crotch, full of pee and poop. The smell of his mess hits
    them both.

    “Well Freddy, you certainly need a diaper change. You filled this one
    to the max,” says his mom as she smiles at him. Freddy returns the
    smile with his own saying, “Yeah mom, I did it, I filled my diaper
    good.”

    “Yes you did, Freddy, and it’s okay with me, too. You are a diaper boy,
    one that just has to wear diapers because you can’t hold your pee or
    poop from filling your pants,” replies his mom. Vicky notices that her
    son is a bit aroused as his penis is erect. “And it looks to me that
    you like all of this, my little diaper boy,” says his mom. Freddy
    blushes again and just nods his head yes.

    His mom then wipes his poop down from his balls with the front of the
    diaper and then his butt as she pulls the diaper out from under him.
    She then takes baby wipes and cleans him up from his messy poop. She
    uses several wipes as Freddy’s crotch needs a good cleaning. Vicky
    decides to give her son a sex education class during this, since she
    sees him erect. She explains to him that when his penis is hard as it
    is now, that that means he is aroused and excited. She says that
    getting hard is a very normal thing for boys and she is not at all mad
    at him. She explains to Freddy that his wearing and using diapers
    excites him and that she is okay with this and so should he.

    “I just want you to know this Freddy; it is okay for you to be excited
    with diapers. Boys get excited over different things and diapers are
    something that you like. Don’t feel guilty or weird because of this
    Freddy, you are a wonderful son, one that needs diapers too,” says his
    mom with a reassuring sound in her voice.

    “Thanks mom, for telling me this because I do like diapers and I like
    using them,” replies Freddy. Vicky leans down and kisses his forehead
    as she cleans his crotch and prepares his new diaper. After applying
    cream to his butt area and then baby powder, his mom pulls up the fresh
    disposable diaper up between his legs and fastens it with the tabs. She
    then examines this plastic baby pants and sees that they are okay to
    reuse. She puts them over his feet and snugs them up to his diaper. He
    lifts his butt up so she can pull the plastic pants up over his diaper.

    “Mow stand up son so I can get your plastic pants to cover all of your
    diaper. We don’t want any leaks from them do we?” asks his mom.

    “No mom, no leaks from my diaper,” says Freddy as he complies with her
    request. His mom gets the plastic pants to cover all of his diaper and
    then lifts him off the bed to the floor. She then hugs him and gently
    pats his bottom saying, “Now get your shorts on son and go back to
    playing. Stay close to the house because we’re going out soon for some
    shopping, okay?”

    “Okay mom,” replies Freddy as he puts on his shorts over his freshly
    diapered self. He looks at his diaper and then to his mom saying,
    “Thanks mom for the diaper change. I like you changing me.”

    “I like changing you too Freddy, even though you are 10 years old and
    wanting diapers. It’s okay with me because you are okay with wearing
    them,” says his mom.

    “Yeap I am mom,” says Freddy as he scampers from his room. Vicky smiles
    as she watches her diapered son leave the room with his ballooned
    diaper-covered bottom. “Yeap.” She says to herself, “That boy will be
    in diapers for awhile. We need more supplies.”

    CHAPTER 3

    With Freddie wearing and using his diapers over the past few days,
    Vicky realizes that he’s going to need some new clothes; clothes that
    are big enough to cover his bulging diapered butt. So after breakfast
    and his morning diaper change, Vicky says, “Well my little diaper boy,
    we’re going out now, you and me, to get you some new clothes. After
    that, we need some more diapers and supplies because you are now
    wearing them all the time. How does that sound, son?”

    “That’s cool mom. I’d like that because my shorts and pants are tight
    on me.” says Freddie.

    “I see, Freddie, and you are still okay with wearing and using a diaper
    as your toilet?”

    “Yes mom, I like being in diapers; there’re cool and they make me feel
    good, too.” replies Freddie.

    “Okay son, diapers are for you so let’s get you some new clothes.” says
    Vicky. She grabs her purse, Freddie’s diaper bag and his hand and go to
    the car. There, Vicky places Freddie in his car seat and then gets in
    and drives to the mall.

    When they arrive and park, Vicky gets Freddie out of his car seat and
    they walk hand in hand into the mall. They find a clothing store and
    head to the boys’ department. There, Vicky finds the needed shorts and
    pants for her diapered son. She leads him to a changing room and
    proceeds to try them on to see which ones are the proper size. Freddie
    steps in and out of the new clothing while Vicky checks for the proper
    fit. They have decided on several pairs of shorts and pants. Vicky
    wants to go and see what other ones are available, now that she knows
    the size. She says to Freddie, who is still wearing a new pair of
    shorts, “Come with me son, let’s go and see what other pants are here
    for you, okay?”

    “Sure mom, I like these very much.” replies Freddie as he looks down
    and rubs his crotch area. They two leave the stall and check out some
    more clothes. As they go over the racks. Vicky and Freddie chat about
    various colors and prints of shorts and pants. They agree on several
    more pairs to try on and start walking to the changing stall. From
    nearby, they hear, “Hi there Freddie.” Vicky and Freddie look around to
    the source of the voice and see a friend of Freddie’s from school, Brad
    and his mom, Sally.

    Freddie replies first, “Hi Brad,” followed by Vicky, “Hi there Sally
    and Brad. Are you in need on new clothes, too?”

    “Yes we are.” replies Sally. “Brad is growing so fast out of his
    clothes.”

    “Freddie too needs clothes.” says Vicky as she looks and smiles at her
    son. He returns her smile with his own and a bit of a blush. The two
    mothers chat a bit while Freddie and Brad exchange news of their lives.
    After a bit, Vicky tells Sally good-bye and leads Freddie back to their
    stall.

    “That was nice seeing and chatting with Brad and his mom.” says Vicky.
    “How are you feeling about it son?”

    “I’m fine mom. We had a good chat.” replies Freddie.

    “Well that’s good son; I want you comfortable and confident when you’re
    out and running into your friends. You see, your diapers have no effect
    on how you behave or how others respond to you. I’m glad that you’re
    okay with wearing them all the time; and your new shorts cover them
    well so that it doesn’t look as if you are wearing a diaper either.”

    “I am fine with wearing them mom; I thought about them for a second
    when we were talking with Brad and his mom, but quickly forgot them.”
    replies Freddie.

    “That’s so good to hear son. I am happy that you are so comfortable
    with them. What will you tell Brad when he finds out that you wear
    diapers?” asks Vicky as she opens the stall door and brings Freddie in.

    Freddie looks up at his mom with a questionable look on his face that
    slowly turns to acceptance, as if Freddie had just gone through in his
    mind the series of events and his response to Brad, about his diapers.

    “Oh, I’d tell him that I have wet my pants a few times lately and that
    you feel I should wear diapers until the wettings stop. I’d say that
    this is okay with me because I’d rather wear a diaper than wet pants at
    school. After all, accidents happen and diapers are just a different
    kind of underwear, that’s all.” replies Freddie.

    “Well good for you son. I am glad you thought about this and I don’t
    mind taking the credit for putting you back into diapers, even though
    we both know you like wearing them and like wetting your pants too.
    Let’s see how these other clothes fit you.” says Vicky.

    Freddie tries on the other new clothes and tells his mom which ones he
    likes best. After trying all the clothes on and just in his diaper and
    shirt, Freddie says to his mom as he looks down at his crotch, “Mom;
    look here.” As he speaks, Vicky looks down at her son and then to his
    crotch where she sees his disposable diaper begin to change colors from
    white to yellow. She looks back to Freddie and sees him staring at his
    crotch. She brings her hand to his crotch and holds him there, feeling
    the warmth of his pee and the force of it as he wets his diaper. “You
    go boy.” she says. “I can tell that you really enjoy being in a diaper
    son. You just love wetting them.”

    “Oh yes mom, they are just the best.” replies Freddie as the two make
    eye contact. “I’m wetting myself and I like it, mom.”

    “Yes, son, I know you do and it is okay with me that you do. Just let
    go and get all your pee pee out into your diaper. I think you should
    wear a pair of new shorts from here now that your diaper is a bit
    larger with all the pee in it.” As Freddie’s urine flow finally tapers
    off, his mom removes her hand from his crotch. “You did well son, to
    wet yourself right here in the stall and not be embarrassed. Which pair
    of shorts would you like to wear?”

    Freddie smiles at his mom and sighs with relief from his wetting and
    chooses a pair of blue shorts. Vicky smiles at him and gets the shorts
    on.

    “Now son, let’s go check out some new shirts too.” replies Vicky.

    Freddie and his mom check out shirts for him and choose several to add
    to his wardrobe. They also pick out undershirts, socks and two pair of
    shoes, one for play and one for dress. All the while they shop, Freddie
    is wearing his new shorts that cover very well, his wet diaper. After
    their shopping is done and everything in bags, Vicky says, “Well son,
    are you hungry for some lunch, because I am. We spent a long time
    shopping for you today. What do you say?”

    “Oh yeah mom; eating some lunch sounds good to me too.” replies
    Freddie.

    “By the way son, how is your diaper? Are you in need of a change before
    lunch?”

    “I don’t know; I wet it again though.” says Freddie. Vicky feels his
    diapered butt and crotch to see for herself the extent of its fullness.

    “I think you need a change son. Let’s get that done before lunch.” says
    Vicky as she leads him from the mall. When they reach their car, they
    place the bags of clothes in the trunk and them Vicky has Freddie lie
    down in the back seat for his diaper change.

    As Vicky pulls down Freddie’s shorts and plastic pants; she sees the
    extent of his urine in them, and she says, “Oh yes, my little diaper
    boy wet his diaper really well. You would have leaked your diaper with
    a third wetting for sure, Freddie. With a fresh diaper, you’ll be able
    to play and have fun with no worries of leaking into your new shorts.
    How does that sound son?”

    “Thanks mom; I knew I would need a diaper change soon and am glad that
    you’re doing in now. I like wearing a wet diaper, but I don’t want it
    to leak. A fresh diaper now sounds great.” says Freddie.

    “Me too son. I know that you like wetting your diaper and that first
    pee you did in the stall was a big one. I figured you’d wet yourself
    again before lunch and that a change would be needed. Let’s get this
    nice smelly diaper off you and get you cleaned and into a fresh one.”
    says Vicky. She then pulls back the diaper tabs and front exposing
    Freddie’s penis, which is erect. She wipes him thoroughly and then
    replaces the wet diaper with a fresh one. Baby powder is then applied
    over his crotch area as Freddie smiles with all of his mom’s attention
    to him. His penis remains erect with this attention that is noticed by
    both Freddy and his mom. Vicky smiles at her son as she brings the
    diaper up over his crotch and begins taping it down. “My son, you do
    like to wet your diaper and all this attention to change it too. It’s
    okay with me son that you feel this way.” says Vicky.

    Freddie blushes and replies, “Yeah mom, it feels good and I get excited
    knowing that I am wearing diapers. I like them and I like you changing
    them too.”

    “Well, son I like that you like wearing diapers too and I don’t mind
    changing them either.” says Vicky.

    “Even if I do a stinky poop in them too mom?” asks Freddie.

    “Yes my son, even when you do a smelly stinky poop in them too. I love
    you and want you happy, and without any nasty diaper rash either. So
    there you go; you just keep wetting and messing your diaper and I‘ll
    keep changing them wherever we are; deal?”

    “Deal, mom.” replies Freddie as a big smile appears on his face. Vicky
    smiles back at him and then pull up his plastic pants and shorts,
    completing this diaper change. They walk back to the mall’s food court
    for some lunch, hand in hand. As they get to the food court, Freddie
    farts and blushes as he smiles up to his mom.

    “Freddie was that you? Are you going to be using that diaper of yours
    sooner than I think?” says his mom as she smiles back.

    “No mom, not until we’re at least done with lunch,” replies Freddie.

    Freddie and his mom had lunch and then left the mall for the pharmacy.
    Freddie was true to his word and did not poop his diaper during or
    after lunch. At the pharmacy, Vicky picks up several things that she
    needs and leads Freddie to the diaper aisle. There, they check out all
    the available diapers for babies and for kids that wear them too.
    Freddie sees a ‘Spiderman’ on a package and picks it up.

    “Hey mom, these diapers are cool looking.”

    “Well let me see if they’ll fit you then son.” replies Vicky. She sees
    that the package that Freddie chose is the proper size for him. “You’re
    in luck son; these diapers will fit you just fine. We’ll need another
    package or two of some others since you use them so much.” says Vicky
    as she looks to her son. He returns the smile and then his face changes
    expression to one of despair. His body tells him it is time to poop,
    right now. He grunts a bit and then looks to his mom. She knows
    immediately that he needs to poop and/or pee now.

    “It’s okay son, you just do what your body wants, don’t worry about
    anything; you just let go and use your diaper. You know that you want
    too and I am okay with that; so just do it son, pee and poop your
    diaper right now.” says Vicky with encouragement in her voice and her
    hand on his shoulder.

    Freddie looks at his mom and then begins to open his bowels. He looks
    at her as his poop begins filling the back of his diaper. He pushes and
    pushes his poop. His body responds and begins filling his diaper. The
    smell is noticed by both of them. Vicky says to her son, “That’s good
    son, don’t worry; just do it in your diaper; get all that poop out now,
    you can do this, I know you can.”

    Freddie continues pushing his bowels; he’s not holding back anything.
    As his diaper fills with his poop, his bladder opens and beings to wet
    his diaper too. Freddie’s expression changes to one of satisfaction and
    contentment. He’s doing it, he’s popping and peeing his diaper with his
    mom, in public, in a store. “That’s my good diaper boy.” Says Vicky as
    she notices his expression. She’s happy for him that he’s using his
    diapers just the way he wants. He’s a diaper boy after all, she thinks
    to herself.

    As he finishes emptying his bladder, Vicky gently places her hand at
    Freddie’s butt and feels the massive bulge there. She them holds his
    crotch area and feels the warmth of his urine. She tells him, “You did
    well son, you filled your diaper and it did not leak; you can’t even
    tell that you’re wearing a wet and messy diaper. How do you feel?”

    With a feeling of relief Freddie says, “Oh, wow mom, that was so good;
    to just let go and use my diaper for everything. I didn’t have to run
    to the bathroom or hold it; I just did it in my diaper. It feels good
    mom, it feels really good.”

    “That’s good son; it is so good that you like using your diaper
    anywhere you are. I am glad that you like them and like pooping and
    peeing in them too; after all, you are my diaper boy.” They finish
    selecting some more diapers and also some powder and wipes to keep
    Freddie clean, in his diapers.

    As they get into the car, Freddie in his car seat, Vicky says, “Well I
    must say that you did a good job stinking up the store son.” She smiles
    at him with encouragement and further says, “And it's okay son, diaper
    boys do that sort of thing; they can’t help it; they just need to use
    their diaper.” She laughs a bit as she looks at her son.

    “Thanks mom, thanks for understanding me. It felt so good to let go in
    there and poop myself. I really liked doing it. As for the smell, oh
    well; it doesn’t smell that bad.” says Freddie followed by a laugh.

    Vicky drives them home and they both unload the purchases. Freddie
    helps his mom bring the stuff to his bedroom where they put things
    away. Neither of them mined the smell from Freddie’s diaper or the fact
    that he’s still in it. He’s in no hurry for a change and Vicky can
    sense this. She checks her son out as he walks and smiles to herself
    that his new shorts do a very good job of concealing his diaper and all
    that he’s done in it.

    Vicky leaves Freddie in his room so she can put her things away.
    Freddie is content with himself and begins playing with toys in his
    room.

    The phone rings; Vicky answers it. She says from the kitchen, “Freddie,
    Brad is on the phone and wants to know if you want to come over and
    play. Come down here and talk with him.” Freddie does just that and
    briskly walks into the kitchen. Vicky hands him the phone and smiles.
    She whispers, “It’s okay with me if you want to go over there.”

    Freddie talks with Brad and they agree that Freddie will be over there
    in about 30 minutes. He’s got to do a few things here first, Freddie
    tells Brad. He hangs up the phone and goes to the refrigerator for a
    bottle of water. He turns to his mom and says, “Well mom, thanks for
    letting me go to Brads; he’s a neat guy and has some fun stuff with
    which to play. Before I go though, would you please change my diaper?”

    CHAPTER 4

    Vicky leads Freddie to his bedroom and places the new changing pad she
    bought on his bed. She pats it and says, “Come my big baby boy, let’s
    get your diaper changed.” Freddie smiles and climbs onto his bed, lying
    down on the pad. Vicky removes his shorts and plastic pants. She looks
    at her son’s wet diaper and gently rubs his crotch saying, “Well my
    baby, you sure do need a diaper change. Had you wet once more, you
    would have leaked into your new shorts for sure. Freddie again smiles
    and says, “I just can’t stop using my diaper mom. It feels so good to
    just let go in it. I knew I needed a change and that’s why I asked you
    for one, before I go to Brad’s house.”

    “Well, I am glad that you are aware of how much you use your diaper,
    son. I’ll always be here for you to change you, whenever you have the
    need. Now let’s get this stinky one off of you, okay?”

    “Okay mom,” replies Freddie.

    Vicky proceeds to open the diaper exposing its contents and Freddie’s
    erection to her. Vicky takes wipes and cleans her son of his poopy
    mess. She applies cream to his crotch and bottom areas and then slides
    a fresh diaper under him. She sprinkles his crotch area with baby
    powder and then brings up the front of the diaper between his legs. She
    then securely fastens the tabs. Since Freddie had worn the same plastic
    pants since last night, Vicky goes to his dresser and gets a fresh pair
    of plastic pants. She returns to Freddie and says, “Here you go my cute
    big baby; here is a fresh pair of plastic pants for your diaper. This
    will help you from leaking while at Brad’s house.” She then threads the
    plastic pants onto Freddie and scoots it up to his diaper. Freddie
    raises his butt so that his mom can place the plastic pants over his
    diaper. She then puts his new shorts on him and asks him to get up and
    onto the floor. She then adjusts the shorts to cover his diaper and
    gently pats his bottom area, saying, “There you, my big diaper boy. Now
    what will you do at Brad’s when you’ve wet yourself? Will you be
    careful not to pee too much and have your diaper leak? You wouldn’t
    want to leave a wet mark on his furniture, would you?“

    “No mom, I wouldn’t want that at all. I’ll be careful and come home for
    a change when I have wet three times.”

    “Okay then, you’re all set to go play with Brad.” Freddie hugs his mom
    and thanks her for the diaper change. He then runs out of his room to
    Brad’s house.

    Upon arriving at Brad’s, Freddie rings the doorbell. Within a few
    seconds he hears someone approaching and the door opens. It is Brad.
    “Hi Freddie, come on in; let me show you my new stuff.” Freddie walks
    in and sees Brad’s mom. He says hello to her as the two boys’ race off
    to Brad’s room. When they get there, Brad shows Freddie his new toys
    and the two of them begin playing with them.

    Freddie was totally engrossed with Brad’s stuff that he didn’t notice
    his posture or that Brad was occasionally checking out his crotch.
    Freddie, as children do, usually checks out the crotches of others but
    today he was more interested in Brad’s toys. On the other hand, Brad
    was more interested in Freddie’s crotch area. It appeared to Brad that
    his buddy was wearing some different underwear, or something. Brad
    could see up Freddie’s shorts a bit and saw what he thought was
    plastic-looking material. He also noted that Freddie’s shorts looked
    stuffed and puffy on him. Brad couldn’t work out these details. He
    usually wasn’t bothered by anyone's clothing, but the plastic-looking
    material kept Brad curious. “Is my buddy wearing...a diaper? Is he a
    baby? Why is he wearing such underwear? I wonder if he would tell me.”
    These thoughts went through Brad’s mind.

    Freddie finally notices Brad’s attention to him and not his toys.
    Freddie becomes a bit self-conscientious at first, blushing a little,
    before he brings himself back in control. Brad doesn’t see any of this
    and Freddie thinks about how he can bring up the subject of his diaper
    to Brad. Before Freddie can say anything, Brad says, “Hey Freddie,
    would you mind if I asked you something personal?”

    Freddie looks at Brad and replies, “No, I wouldn’t mind Brad. What is
    your question?”

    “Well buddy, while we’ve been playing here, I sort of noticed that I
    can see inside your shorts. I wasn’t looking on purpose, it’s just that
    sometimes when you moved around, I could see up your shorts.”

    “Okay, Brad. So what is on your mind?”

    “Well Freddie, it looks like you’re wearing some different underwear or
    something. It almost looks plastic.”

    “I see. So you’re into checking me out, huh,” laughs Freddie as he now
    knows what’s on Brad’s mind.

    “NO,” replies Brad. It's just that I noticed your underwear because of
    your shorts and I was surprised to see what you are wearing. Freddie,
    what are you wearing anyway for underwear?”

    “Well buddy, you are right about what you think I’m wearing. I have
    plastic pants on, over a diaper. I am wearing a diaper.”

    “Wow, I never would have thought that you would be wearing one of those
    things. What in the world for? Are you sick or something?”

    “No Brad, I am not sick. I’ve had some accidents lately-- you know, wet
    pants accidents; so my mom thinks that diapers will help me until I get
    through this and regain my control.” Freddie was to keep his answer
    simple for Brad and not go into why he was wetting his pants.

    “Oh wow, Freddie that must suck; having to wear baby diapers and those
    plastic pants. Gosh, I’d hate that, and besides all the kids will be
    calling you names and teasing you. I hope you get your control back
    soon; I don’t want to see you get teased and all; and be called a
    baby.”

    “Is that what you think I am Brad, a baby?” asks Freddie of his buddy.

    “Well no, not really; but babies wear diapers, not guys our age. Do you
    really have to use the diaper, too? Do you pee in it?”

    “Yes Brad, I do pee in it.” Freddie picked up that Brad was not at all
    comfortable with him in a diaper; he therefore did not bring up pooping
    in them as Brad may really flip out. He was surprised with Brad’s
    reaction. After all, he liked the feeling of wearing and using his
    diaper, and thought his buddy would sort of understand. Maybe his
    storyline of a control problem with peeing was not understood by Brad.
    Freddie decided to take the offensive. “And Brad, I don’t mind having
    to wear and use a diaper. I much rather wet my diaper than my pants.
    Our buddies would never understand wet pants. They may not know of my
    diapers, though. If you think I am a baby because I wear a diaper then
    there isn’t much I can say. Diapers are okay by me. They keep my pants
    dry and others from knowing that I have a wetting problem.”

    Brad looked at Freddie. He didn’t know what to say or to think. Here’s
    his buddy, wearing a diaper and plastic pants and he’s okay with it.
    Brad was confused. He didn’t want to be associated with a baby friend
    by his buddies, but he likes Freddie. “I’ll have to see what happens
    Freddie. I am not sure I understand what is going on. I think that
    anyone who wears a diaper is a baby.”

    “I understand, Brad; I don’t expect you to understand. You’re right;
    boys our age don’t usually wear diapers, but that doesn’t mean that
    they can’t or may need to. They are a personal thing and I am sorry
    that you found out about mine. I should have been more careful about
    how I sat. But, you now know. I hope you will keep this between us. I
    am sure that others will find out soon enough; but then I might get
    over this control problem soon and won’t have the need. What do you
    think Brad?”

    “Wow Freddie, you sure seem okay with having to wear baby diapers. It
    just seems so weird to me. I’d hate to be called a baby and to wear
    diapers. I don’t understand but I will keep it between us, that you
    wear baby diapers.”

    “Thanks Brad. I hope that you’ll understand me and not hold it against
    me that I wear diapers. They help me and I don’t mind wearing them. Now
    can we get back to your neat stuff hear?”

    “Yeah, I guess; we talked enough about diapers. What do you think of
    this new game?” asks Brad as the two boys become involved with Brad’s
    game. Freddie made a note to watch how he sits. He doesn’t want Brad to
    see his diaper and get him more confused. The boys play together and as
    expected Brad leaves to use the bathroom while Freddie pees his diaper.
    Neither boy speaks about it, as if it was just the way things are.
    Freddie is aware of what is happening to both he and Brad. Brad has no
    idea that Freddie needs to pee or if he has done so in his diaper. He
    doesn’t give it much thought. He doesn’t want to think about diapers,
    they were for babies.

    As the boys continue playing, they hear footsteps coming towards Brad’s
    room. It is Sally, Brad’s mom. “Hi there you two. I thought you might
    like some refreshments so I brought you milk and cookies. Be careful
    not to spill your milk, otherwise you won’t be able to snack here,
    okay?” Both boys jump to their feet and Brad says, “Okay mom and
    thanks.” Freddie adds, “Yes ma’am, we’ll be careful.”

    “Well enjoy yourselves and have fun.“ Brad’s mom then leaves the room.
    “Wow, Brad, your mom is cool to let us have food in your room. We
    better not make a mess. I don’t want to get us in trouble,” says
    Freddie. “Yeah, I know,” replies Brad. The two enjoy their cookies and
    milk as they return to playing.

    After finishing their snack, the boys return to playing. Freddie soon
    feels the need to pee again and this time he lets a little out at a
    time. He reflects to himself how good he feels when he urinates. He
    likes the feel of his pee as it works its way through his penis and
    then out into his diaper. Peeing, to Freddie, is just a wonderful
    feeling. The boys play for about an hour and Freddie decides that he
    better leave soon and get his diaper changed. He’s been wetting it off
    an on for sometime and can feel its fullness.

    “Well Brad, I have had a great time playing here with your toys but I
    need to be going. I’d like to come back sometime and play more,” says
    Freddie.

    “Oh, really? Well I have had a good time too. I’d like you to come back
    too,” replies Brad.

    “That’s good Brad, and you’re invited to my house anytime too.”

    “Cool, I’ll be sure to call you and we can set something up.”

    “I’ll call you too Brad.”

    Freddie and Brad get up and walk out of Brad’s room to the front of the
    house. There, they meet Brad’s mom and Freddie says goodbye and thanks
    her for the snack. She thanks Freddie for coming over and being such a
    good friend of Brad’s. Freddie leaves the house and begins his walk
    home. He soon feels his bowels growl and knows he’ll be pooping soon.
    He asks himself if he should do it now or wait till he gets home.

    Back at Brad’s house, after Freddie left, Brad follows his mom into the
    kitchen. Sally senses that something is on Brad’s mind as he looks
    perplexed. “Brad, did you and Freddie have a good time today? Are you
    okay? You look like you like have something on your mind, son.”

    “Yes mom, we had a good time playing, and I do want to ask you
    something,” replies Brad.

    “Well sit down honey and let’s talk. What is on your mind?” asks Brad’s
    mom.

    “Well mom, do kids my age wear diapers? And if they do, are they
    babies?”

    “Well honey yes they do, for various reasons, and they are not babies
    if they do. Why do you ask?”

    “Well mom, Freddie had a diaper on today with plastic pants. I could
    see it when he sat down.”

    “And did you talk with Freddie about it?”

    “Yes we did and he said that he was having accidents wetting his pants
    and his mom thought that using diapers would help him. I just think
    that it’s weird and I said that he’s a baby.”

    “Well Brad, I don’t think that Freddie is a baby just because he wears
    diapers. Children have control problems with their bladders as they
    grow and his mom is just looking out for him. I’m sure she doesn’t want
    him wetting his pants when out, like today at our house, or at school.
    The other kids would tease him a lot. And besides, you’ve wet your
    pants a few times, but not to where I thought diapers were needed. They
    were instances where you got caught short of finding a bathroom.”

    “Yeah but babies wear diapers and so does Freddie.”

    “Honey, I wouldn’t get all caught up with this baby thing. Freddie has
    a need for wearing diapers and that is all. Whether he’s a baby or not
    is not the issue. Hopefully he regains his control soon and is out from
    needing diapers.”

    “Okay mom, I sort of see what you say. I wonder what they feel like to
    wear, you know, a diaper.”

    “Well I am glad that we talked about this and that I could explain
    things to you and answer your questions. As for what a diaper feels
    like, I am not sure I know. They are probably soft and make your pants
    fit tight. Why do you ask?”

    “Oh I don’t know. I was just curious when Freddie was talking about
    them. I would not like to have to wear one because all the kids would
    call me a baby.”

    “Well honey, you would not be a baby just because you wore a diaper.
    Like I said, there are all sorts of reasons why children wear them that
    don’t make them a baby. You are lucky that you have control of your
    body and don’t have to worry about such things.”

    “Okay mom, I was just curious that’s all.”

    “That is understandable honey. There are all kinds of issues that boys
    and girls deal with as they grow up. Having control of one’s body is
    just one and it does bring up special treatments such as diapers,
    that’s all.”

    Brad felt better after discussing this diaper and baby thing with his
    mom. He got up and went back to his room. His mom thanked him for
    talking this issue out with her and assured him that he could ask her
    any question, any time about any subject and she would answer them.

    As for Freddie as he was walking home, his bowels stirred again and he
    felt the need to poop. He stopped walking and looked down at his
    diapered crotch. He was contemplating what to do. Should he hold it or
    should he use his diaper? What will it feel like to walk home in a
    poopy diaper? As he looked at himself, his bowels again moved their
    contents and Freddie decided that why wait. He would need a diaper
    change soon anyway. His mom told him that he could use his diaper as
    his toilet. So convincing himself that it is okay to do so, Freddie
    relaxes his bottom muscles and his bowels respond. He begins to poop
    himself. He feels his bottom open and his poop pass through it into his
    diaper. He grunts and pushes his bottom; his poop begins to fill his
    diaper. It feels warm and soft on his bottom and makes his diaper bulge
    out even more. He likes these feelings and he places his hand at the
    bottom of his diaper to feel it. The bulge is definite and it expands
    as more poop finds its way into his diaper. Freddie likes what he’s
    doing. He likes the feel of pooping himself out in public and that his
    diaper is bulging with it. He begins walking again and continues
    pooping himself. He pushes and pushes to empty his bowels and relieve
    himself of the pressure on his bottom. After about a half block, he
    sops again and has a final push. He’s convinced that he’s pooped all
    he’s going to this time. He again places his hands on both his front
    and backside to feel his bulging diaper. As he does this, his bladder
    signals that it too needs to be relieved and he gladly lets go with
    peeing himself. He feels the warmth of his urine on his diaper. He
    likes this feeling too. He likes that his diaper is holding everything
    inside and that it feels so big. He rubs his bottom and feels his poop
    move against his bottom and balls. He feels good.

    “Wow.” Freddie says to himself. “This is just so cool. I’ve wet and
    pooped my diaper right outside and it feels so good. My diaper feels so
    good being so full. This is just the best. Maybe I am a baby after all.
    I don’t care if Brad wants to call me that. I like diapers.” Convincing
    himself that he’s okay and maybe a baby, Freddie begins walking the
    rest of the way home. His poop finds ways to move around with his
    steps. Freddie sees that he’s walking with his legs spread a bit wider
    than usual but he just smiles to himself. ‘I’ve just pooped my pants,
    my diaper pants; I am a big baby and I like it.” As he walks, he smells
    the first scent of his poopy diaper. He smells it and feels good with
    what he’s done.

    Freddie’s mom is in the family room when Freddie comes in the front
    door. “Hi honey. Come here and tell me all about your day at Brad’s,”
    she says.

    Freddie walks to her and she sees that he’s smiling from ear to ear.
    “Well he must have had a great time from his expression,” she says to
    herself. As Freddie hugs her she smells his poopy diaper but decides
    not to bring it up to him just yet; she wants to hear what Freddie has
    to say.

    “Oh it was okay mom. Brad has some cool toys but he thinks I am a baby
    because I wear diapers,” replies Freddy as he sits down next to his
    mom.

    “Well honey what did you say to him about your diapers?”

    “Well he saw them when I sat down and then asked me about them. I said
    that I was having accidents wetting my pants and that you felt that
    diapers would help me through this. I said that other kids wear diapers
    and that it doesn’t make us babies. He was still thinking that we are.
    We finally stopped talking about them and played.”

    “Well that’s right honey, you explained yourself very well. I am glad
    that you are okay with Brad knowing that you wear diapers. We know that
    you’re not a baby even though you smell like one right now.”

    Freddie again smiles at his mom, knowing that she too smelled his poopy
    pants. “Yeah, maybe I am a baby mom but I don’t care. Diapers are just
    the best. I really like wearing them.”

    “I can see that you are very happy son, which is good. So when did you
    poop yourself?”

    ‘Oh it was when I was walking home. I felt the urge to go and I thought
    about it and that you said that my diaper is my toilet, so I did it. I
    pooped my diaper.”

    “Well that’s right son, you did just fine. Let’s go and I’ll change
    you.”

    “Oh mom, I’d like to stay in this diaper for awhile. It feels really
    good all full and everything,” says Freddie.

    “Well let’s see how messy you are; stand up and let me check you out.”

    Freddie stands up and his mom unbuttons his shorts and drops them down
    to the floor. Freddie steps out of them. She feels his diapered bottom
    and front; and inserts her finger at the front just outside his balls
    to feel how wet they are.

    “Well honey, your diaper is not quite full of pee. How many times did
    you wet yourself?”

    “Twice mom and some after I pooped myself walking home.”

    “Well, you can stay in this diaper until you wet it once more. Then I
    am going to change you. I don’t want you to get any nasty rash on your
    bottom but you seem so excited having filled your diaper that you can
    stay in it. Okay?”

    “Thanks mom.”

    “You be sure to tell me when you wet yourself again; and get a towel
    from the bathroom to sit on. I don’t want any stains on the furniture
    or carpet. Okay?”

    “Will do mom, thanks again, I love you,” says Freddie as he scampers
    off to his room, via a stop in the bathroom for a towel. Freddie’s mom
    smiles to herself as her diapered son disappears down the hall. “That
    boy is certainly happy in diapers, wet and messy ones at that; and the
    fact that he might be called a baby. I wonder if he really likes that
    idea. I must pay close attention to him and see if he behaves in a
    babyish manner. Maybe he would like a baby bottle and a pacifier. I
    wonder if he’d like baby clothes too. I’ll just see how things go with
    him and then surprise him. Right now, I have dinner to fix. My sister,
    her husband and their two daughters are coming for dinner and a visit
    for a few days. Freddie will be surprised. I wonder how he’ll act
    around them wearing his diaper.”

    CHAPTER 5

    With a towel spread out on the floor, Freddie sits down on it and
    proceeds to squish his poop all over his bottom. He places his hands at
    his crotch and pulls his poop up, rubbing it around him. He enjoys this
    behavior and thinks to himself, “Maybe I am a baby. I bet they play
    like this with their poopy diapers too. So maybe Brad is right, I am a
    baby. Well then, okay. I like wearing, using and playing with my
    diapers so then I’ll be a baby. Diapers are just so good to wear.” With
    himself now content and satisfied with being a baby, Freddie continues
    rubbing himself and squishing his poop around his baby pants covered
    diaper. He likes this very much, including the smell of his poop.

    After awhile, Freddie gets some toys with which to play and returns to
    his towel. He stays there for sometime enjoying himself, lost in his
    imagination of playing and acting like a baby and 10-year old baby at
    that.

    In the kitchen, Vicky thinks about her son and his desire to act as a
    baby. She realizes that he likes this behavior very much and further
    decides that she will support and encourage it as long as Freddie wants
    to behave in such a manner. She is pleased with Freddie and can’t get
    over how confident and happy he is wearing and using diapers. This
    evening, she thinks will be a challenge for her as well as Freddie, in
    explaining his diapers to her sister and family. She is okay with this
    and will talk with Freddie to see that he is too. Vicky then thinks to
    herself, “I bet that boy has wet himself by now. His diaper must be a
    sight. I should go a check him and see.”

    Freddie did in fact wet himself and watched as his diaper became wetter
    and wetter. He also rubbed himself more and discovered that within his
    plastic bay pants, the wetness had turned brown and was leaking onto
    the towel, due to his playful actions and his third pee. He was staring
    at his crotch as his mom walked into his room.

    “Well, how is my big baby doing? Did you wet your pants more?” she asks
    with a smile on her face.

    “Oh yes I did mom, I just peed a little while ago and was playing and
    ….” replies Freddie. His mom can see his diapered state and the leaks
    on the towel and interrupts him.

    “That’s okay honey. I can see that you were playing with your diaper
    and its okay. That’s why I had you use a towel. I had an idea that you
    would like to play in your poopy diaper. Babies do that, you know.
    Let’s get you changed now and into a fresh diaper, okay?”

    Freddie just smiles and lies down. “Thanks mommy. I just had to best
    time playing in my diaper. It felt so good and all. Being a big baby is
    not a bad thing at all. I like it.”

    “And so you should honey. Acting as a baby at 10 is not a bad thing. It
    is just different and I want you to know that it is okay with me that
    you like being a baby. I will support you and change your diapers as
    long as you want to wear them,” says Vicky.

    “Even if I get all messy and smelly in them?” asks Freddy.

    “Especially if you get all messy honey; that’s what mommies of big
    babies do. Now let’s see how good and messy you got yourself,’ says
    Vicky.

    “Oh mommy that is so cool. Thank you so much,” replies Freddie.

    Vicky then goes and gets his diaper changing supplies and a fresh
    diaper and plastic baby pants. She kneels down to her son and pulls
    down his baby pants, exposing a very wet and messy diaper. She sees
    that Freddie has got poop all over his crotch area and says, “Well, my
    big baby boy sure did get himself messy while playing in his diaper. I
    am glad you had such a good time doing so. You are just a baby and I
    love you.”

    “And I love you too mommy. Thanks for letting me be a baby. I really
    like it a lot and it feels so good.”

    “I know you do honey and that’s why you can be a baby, my cute big baby
    boy.” says Vicky. She then untapes his diaper and pulls it down.
    Freddie’s poop smell fills the air as Vicky opens his diaper. They both
    smile as they smell it. “You are Mr. Smelly-pants Freddie,” says Vicky.

    Freddie blushes a bit with her comment and replies, “Yeah mommy I am,
    aren’t I?” He giggles out loud. Vicky does the same and says, “And that
    is okay. I don’t mind Mr. Smelly-pants at all. He’s kind of cute this
    way.”

    Vicky begins cleaning Freddie using baby wipes to get the poop and pee
    off her son. During all the cleaning, Freddie’s penis begins to grow.
    Vicky smiles and says, “My, my; my little baby does like getting his
    diapers changed. And so he should. Feeling good in diapers is a good
    thing, honey, and we both know that you enjoy them very much. I enjoy
    you in them too, and changing them.”

    “Oh mommy, you are just the best. Thanks,” replies Freddie.

    “You are very welcome honey,” says Vicky.

    As she continues to clean Freddie, she tells him that her sister and
    family will be coming over for dinner tonight and a visit for a few
    days. Freddie listens and smiles at his mommy as she tells him this and
    explains that she will treat him the same and change him, in his room,
    like everything is normal. She asks Freddie how he wants the subject of
    his diapers brought up. They talk about the various options and decide
    to leave the subject alone until it comes up. They both agreed not tell
    them that Freddie just thoroughly loves being in diapers and wants to
    wear them all the time. That, she says is between the two of them,
    mommy and her big baby boy.

    Freddie feels so good with everything his mommy says and with her
    cleaning of his messy crotch. His penis now is fully erect with all
    that is going on. Vicky has finally got her son clean and is getting a
    fresh diaper on him. She powders him and brings the diaper up between
    his legs to fasten it securely onto his cute bottom. She then places a
    fresh pair a plastic baby pants on him. This pair has bears and baby
    toys on them. Freddie stands up and his mommy checks out her work to
    make sure the diaper is within the plastic pants. She then hugs Freddie
    and swats his diapered butt. “You’re all set to go and play honey. You
    don’t have to wear any pants if you don’t want too. It is okay with me
    if you play in just a diaper and T-shirt,’ says Vicky.

    “Oh thanks mommy. I like being in just a diaper. But can I wear some
    pants when your sister’s family is here, at least when they arrive?”
    asks Freddie.

    “You can wear whatever you like honey. I think that wearing pants will
    be a good thing too, when my sister gets here. There’s no sense in
    advertising my cute baby boy. They’ll find out soon enough that you are
    in diapers. Now go and play while I get things ready. By they way
    honey, if you have any questions about being my baby, please ask me.
    I’ll answer them and do most anything you want to make you feel good
    about yourself. If you want to try more baby things, I want you know
    that you can, just let me know, okay?”

    “Oh mommy thanks. I just really like all of this talk about being a
    baby, a big 10-year old baby. I didn’t think being called a baby would
    be good but the more we talk about it the more I like it,” says
    Freddie.

    “Well that’s they way it should be honey. You are a baby and a very
    cute one at that. You just enjoy it and do what all babies do, okay?”

    “Yes mommy, I will,” replies Freddy as he goes to his toy box. Vicky
    picks up the dirty diaper, supplies and towel and takes them out of
    Freddie’s room. Vicky is very pleased with how Freddie’s diaper change
    went and all that they talked about. She smiles to herself at the state
    of Freddie’s crotch when she removed his diaper, “That boy does enjoy
    his diapers. He had poop all over himself. I am glad he won’t need to
    poop again until tomorrow. Having him in wet diapers tonight will be
    enough of a challenge for all of us.”

    As the afternoon progresses, Vicky gets dinner ready and Freddie plays
    in his room. He of course wets himself and enjoys the feeling of his
    wet diaper and being able to wet whenever he feels the urge. He is a
    baby after all, and babies do wet themselves.

    As the time of the family visit approaches, Vicky gets herself ready
    with a quick shower and has Freddie do the same. He’s told to wait in
    his room for her after he’s done so that he can be diapered and dressed
    for the evening. Freddie reacts with excitement and enthusiasm at the
    coming visit of his cousins, Anne and Susan. They are 13 and 10
    respectively. Their parents are Debbie, his mommy’s sister and Bob his
    uncle. They live about two hours away from Freddie and his mom.

    Freddie takes his shower and pays particular attention to his crotch
    area, soaping and rubbing it a lot. He likes the way this feels. He
    finishes up, dries himself and goes to his room, wrapped in a towel. He
    sits on his bed waiting for his mommy to diaper him. Vicky comes in
    after a few minutes and begins to diaper and dress her cute baby boy.
    She gets a fresh diaper and booster on him and the same plastic baby
    pants he wore earlier. She explains that the booster will allow him to
    play longer between changes and he likes this plan. He knows that his
    diaper will be fuller and feel so good on him this way. Freddie is
    finally diapered and dressed for dinner. The two walk to the family
    room where Freddie watches TV and Vicky finishes things for the visit.

    Freddie watches TV and finds himself sucking his thumb. Vicky who is
    with him notices this and smiles to herself. “A pacifier is definitely
    going to be needed. I better get one and some baby bottles too. My boy
    is acting more and more like the baby he is.” She is interrupted from
    her thoughts with the doorbell ringing. Her sister and family are here.
    She looks at Freddie and says, “Here we go honey. You just be yourself
    and enjoy this evening. Everything will be fine. I love you son.”

    “I love you too mommy,” replies Freddie.

    Vicky opens the front door with Freddie at her side. There are hellos
    and lots of hugs and kisses. As everyone enters the house, Bob looks
    down at Freddie who raises his arms and put them around his uncle’s
    neck for a hug. Bob then puts his hands to Freddie’s bottom and picks
    him right off the floor. Freddie giggles and wraps his legs around Bob.
    Freddie smiles at Bob who looks a bit surprised. Freddie sees this and
    nods his head just a little while smiling away. Bob nods back.

    “Well it feels like someone is back in a diaper from the last time we
    saw him,” says Bob. Freddie blushes a bit and meekly says, “Yeah.”

    Debbie quickly looks at her sister who smiles and nods and then to
    Freddie and says, “Well moms know what is best for their children and
    if Freddie is in diapers then they must be needed.”

    “That’s right Debbie,” says Vicky. “Freddie was having some accidents
    in his pants and we both thought that wearing a diaper would solve the
    problem.”

    “Yeah, Auntie Debbie. Mommy got these big boy diapers and now I don’t
    have any more wet pants. They are just so cool and everything,” replies
    Freddie.

    “Well Fred,” says uncle Bob, “If that’s what you decided then that it
    good; diapers for Freddie and no more wet pants.” Bob then places
    Freddie back on his feet and rubs his hair. Freddie giggles and looks
    at his mom and his aunt. Anne and Susan hearing all of this chime in
    together, “Diapers?” Debbie replies, “Yes girls, diapers. They are
    better than wearing wet pants around.”

    Anne replies, “But mom, Freddie is 10 years old.”

    ‘I know that Anne, but he was having accidents in his pants,” replies
    Debbie.

    Freddie chimes in with, “And they make diapers that fit me so there
    must be lots of kids who wet and need them.”

    “That’s right Anne,” says Vicky. Diapers are sold in all sizes today.
    They are not just for babies. Lots of kids have issues or problems or
    growing spurts that affect their bladder control.” She thinks to
    herself but doesn’t say,”And who just enjoy wetting their pants.” Vicky
    is pleased that Freddie responded so confidently about his diapers, to
    his cousins and that the subject of them is now out in the open. It
    came up a lot faster than she thought, and is pleased with the results.

    “Well it seems weird to me mom,” says Anne; “to wear diapers at that
    age. Anyway, with all this talk of diapers, I have to go to the
    bathroom; we’ve been in the car for so long.” Susan replies, “Yeah me
    too.”

    Debbie responds, “Well you know where the bathrooms are, so you best be
    going before either of you have an accident.”

    “MOM!” was said by both girls as they scurry off to the bathroom. The
    rest of the family walk into the family room and sit down. Freddie sits
    next to his uncle, who places his arm around him. The four of them chat
    about the drive to Vicky’s and what they have done today. Nothing more
    is said about Freddie wearing diapers.

    After the girls return from the bathroom and join the family, Debbie
    gets up and goes to relieve herself, too. Bob isn’t far behind.

    “So Freddie, you wear diapers now; all the time or just sometimes?”
    asks Susan.

    Freddie looks at her and Anne, “Well all the time for now. We’ll see
    how things go and maybe I’ll be wearing them less.” Vicky smiles to
    herself, “And maybe in a year or two, but this boy loves his diapers
    and he loves to wet his pants.”

    They continue chatting about Freddie and his diapers, and Freddie
    fields all the questions confidently. Vicky is pleased. They also share
    what is new in all their lives.

    Debbie and Bob return to the family room. Everyone’s bladder is now
    empty. Vicky asks if anyone's cares for something to drink. They all
    say yes, so Vicky and Debbie go off to the kitchen. Uncle Bob asks
    Freddie about what else is new with him and they all chat away.

    In the kitchen, Debbie says, “Wow sis, Freddie in diapers and he’s so
    calm about it. How did this all happen? Are you okay with it? You seem
    so.”

    “Well sis, it was a surprise to see Freddie in wet pants several times
    and we talked about it. I suggested that diapers would be an option if
    Freddie thought he might have more accidents in his pants. I don’t
    believe there is a medical problem with Freddie’s answers and talk
    about him wetting his pants. So, I checked around the internet and
    found lots of young people and teens in diapers. He’s very happy to
    wear them and to let his friends find out too. He’s pleased with our
    decision and so am I. He could do a lot worse than wet his pants and
    wear diapers.”

    Debbie replies, “Well, you’re certainly right on that point Vicky. I am
    just as surprised as you. I am glad that you are okay with this and
    that Freddie is too.” The moms return shortly with drinks for everyone.
    “Dinner will be ready shortly,” says Vicky.

    After about half an hour, everyone gets up as Vicky says that it’s time
    to eat. Everyone I hungry, they say and head to the dining room.

    As they are eating, Uncle Bob says to everyone, “How does a visit to
    Disneyland sound to everyone?”

    Well, the kids’ response was loud and unanimous. “YEAH, Disneyland
    really? When?”

    The adults just smiled. They love the enthusiasm in their kids. Bob
    explains that he and Debbie have arranged a 3-day visit to Disneyland
    and California Adventure, with hotel rooms and park passes; the works,
    for all of them. They can be there in two days. Vicky almost breaks
    down crying with joy as she has wanted to take Freddie there for some
    time, but the cost and getting the time to go just had not worked out.
    She was so happy for Freddie. The kids are in awe with Bob’s news and
    can’t believe they’ll be at ‘The Happiest Place on Earth’ in two day’s
    time.

    They continue with dinner and chat about their upcoming visit to
    Disneyland. Freddie tells everyone that he wants to go on Peter Pan
    first and then the Matterhorn and then Space Mountain. The girls want
    to visit It’s a Small World and Alice in Wonderland. “Well,” says Uncle
    Bob, “We can certainly go on those rides first. We will hopefully go on
    all the rides and maybe more than once on your favorites. By the way,
    there are some really good ones in California Adventure, including a
    thrilling rollercoaster and a scary hotel adventure.” All the kids
    scream in delight and maybe a little fear with this news. Vicky is now
    crying as she sees the delight and joy in Freddie with all this talk of
    Disneyland. She is so happy for him.

    “What’s the matter mommy?” asks Freddie as he gets up to comfort his
    mom.

    “Oh, I am just happy for you that Uncle Bob and Aunt Debbie have this
    wonderful surprise for you and Anne and Susan. I have wanted to take
    you there for some time and now it is going to happen. I can’t wait to
    see us all there and going on all the rides and seeing all the magic
    that is Disneyland.”

    “Well that’s good mommy; I was a bit scared there for a minute,”
    replies Freddie.

    “Thanks for caring about me Honey. I am okay, just very happy,” says
    Vicky.

    After they finish dinner, the kids go off to the family room while the
    parents clean up the kitchen.

    “Wow, Vicky,” says Debbie, “You really got emotional over our surprise.
    I am so happy for you and Freddie. I know we’ll all have such a
    wonderful time at Disneyland.”

    “Oh thank you sis and Bob for such a surprise. Did you see the joy and
    excitement in all their eyes? It just was so good that I cried. Thank
    you both for such a wonderful surprise,” says Vicky.

    “Well Vicky, we knew you wanted to go there and all and we did too, so
    we decided to make a family trip there,” replies Bob.

    After cleaning the kitchen, the adults join the kids who are now
    watching TV and still chatting about their upcoming trip. Vicky
    discreetly checks out her son’s bottom to see the fullness of his
    diaper. It has been several hours since his last change and she wants
    to make sure there are no embarrassing leaks. She can tell that his
    diaper is on the full side and thinks about changing him shortly. They
    all chat about the trip and what they will bring and wear while there.
    After awhile, Vicky notices that her son is squirming around a little
    and decides that he needs a diaper change. She then says, “Honey, come
    with me. I want to see how you’re doing, okay?”

    Freddie looks at his mom and smiles and blushes a bit too. “Okay, let’s
    hurry, I want to get back and talk more about Disneyland,” says Freddie
    as he stands up and walks to his room with his mom rubbing his head.

    “Yes son, we’ll be right back,” says Vicky.

    Once in his room, Vicky gets out his changing pad and spreads it on his
    bed. Freddie has taken his shoes off and gets in position for his
    diaper change. Vicky undoes his pants and pulls them down exposing his
    plastic baby-pants and a very wet diaper.

    “Well my baby boy, it sure looks as if diapers and you are a good
    match. You have wet this one pretty good,” says Vicky as she pulls off
    the baby-pants and unfastens the yellow stained diaper. She then pulls
    it out from under him. As she gets the baby wipes, Freddie says,
    “Mommy, will I be wearing diapers on our trip?”

    “Well I sure think so. You have been wetting them regularly and show no
    signs on wanting to use the toilet. I think diapers are in order for
    you for some time. You need them, honey, because we know you’ll wet
    your pants without them.”

    Freddie smiles up at his mommy and says, “Oh good, cause I like wearing
    my diapers.”

    “I know you do honey,” says Vicky, “And that is why you’ll be in them
    at Disneyland and you won’t have to waste anytime going to the potty.
    You can use your diaper for that and not miss out in any fun. We will
    change you when you’re full and if you think you need a change, you be
    sure to tell me or Aunt Debbie. We’ll get you all fresh and clean in a
    jiffy, okay?”

    “Will Aunt Debbie change me too, mommy?” asks Freddie.

    “Well, we’ll see honey. She does know all about changing diapers and I
    might be busy. We don’t want you leaking into your pants or shorts.
    Does that bother you honey?”

    “Well I guess not. I don’t want any leaks; that’s for sure. What about
    Anne or Susan, will they be helping with my diaper changes?” asks
    Freddie.

    “We’ll see honey. I know that Anne has babysat before. I’ll talk with
    Aunt Debbie about it. Would you want Anne to change you?”

    Freddie looks at his mommy with a questionable look on his face. “I am
    not sure. I never really thought about it until now.”

    “Well honey, we don’t need to decide right now. Anyway, maybe Anne
    won’t want to change you. Like I said honey, I’ll talk with her mom and
    see what she says. I’ll let you know, okay?”

    “Okay mommy, that sounds good,” replies Freddie. Vicky finishes up her
    son’s diaper change and gets his pants back on. Freddie ties his shoes
    and the two go back to the family room.

    “Everything okay?” asks Debbie as Freddie rejoins his cousins on the
    floor and Vicky sits down on the couch.

    “Yes,” says Vicky, “Everything is all done.” Vicky does not want to go
    into detail as it might embarrass Freddie. Debbie smiles at her sister
    and also at Freddie. Moms always know what’s going on.

    Both families enjoy the evening together, planning their trip to
    Disneyland. They would leave in the morning, after breakfast. Each
    person would have one piece of luggage and a knapsack for personal
    things. Freddie would also have a diaper bag and a stash of diapers for
    the trip. By now it was time for bed, so everyone got settled down to
    sleep. Freddie went to his room, took of his shoes and pants and put on
    his PJ’s. The girls would sleep in the family room, in sleeping bags,
    while Uncle Bob and Aunt Debbie would be in the spare bedroom. Debbie
    went to her bedroom after checking on Freddie to see that he was okay.

    “Are you wet honey?”

    “No, not yet,” replied Freddie with a big smile.

    “You go boy,” said Vicky. “Now sleep well and have dreams of
    Disneyland. Everything is going to be wonderful. We’re going to have a
    magical time together and you will be in diapers and your plastic baby-
    pants the whole time. You are my little baby boy and I just love you so
    much.”

    “Oh thanks mommy, thank you so much for everything. I like being in my
    diapers and I want to wear them a lot.”

    “I know honey, and that is just fine with me. You can wear diapers for
    as long as you want. I told you that they are your toilet.”

    “Oh mommy thank you so much, I love you so.”

    “Night night honey; have sweet dreams,” said Vicky.

    As Vicky was getting Freddie to bed, Debbie was with her daughters and
    helping them get situated in the family room.

    “Mom,” said Anne. “Is Freddie going to be in diapers while on the trip
    and at Disneyland?”

    “Well I would say so. He needs to have them on so that he doesn’t wet
    his pants. I think it will be just fine. They have lots of restrooms
    there and maybe changing rooms too. I wouldn’t worry too much about
    him, he’ll be just fine.”

    “Oh okay mom, I was just wondering. It will be interesting traveling
    with him though. I am looking forward to seeing him in his diapers and
    maybe helping changing him. Do you think I can?”

    “We’ll see honey. I will talk with Vicky and see what she thinks. Now
    you two have sweet dreams and we’ll see you in the morning.”

    CHAPTER 6

    As dawn came to the house, Anne and Susan were the first ones up. They
    went to the bathroom to shower and got dressed. As they walked back to
    the family room, Freddie came out of his room and walked towards the
    kitchen. He did not see or hear his cousins. As he walked, he heard,
    “Good morning Freddie. Did you sleep well?” It was Susan. She and her
    sister were standing in the family room. Freddie turned to the voice
    and sees his cousins.

    “Oh hi, Anne and Susan. Yes I slept well,” replied Freddie. He changed
    walking from the kitchen, to his cousins. The two girls sat down on the
    couch with a space between them. “Have a seat here Freddie, so we can
    talk,” said Anne as she patted the couch. Freddie obliged and sat down.
    He was wet from peeing during the night and his diaper was sagging.
    Both his cousins noticed this fact and soon smelled him as he
    approached. They also could hear the crinkle of his plastic baby-pants
    as he sat down. Both girls looked at each other and smiled.

    “So Freddie, how long has it been since you started wearing diapers
    again?” asked Susan.

    Freddie was surprised with the question, but realized that he had not
    talked about his diapers with Anne and Susan since they arrived. He
    said to them, “Oh about a month or so.”

    “Wow,” said Anne, “That is not too long. Are you okay with going to
    Disneyland wearing them?”

    “Yeah, I really don’t want to have an accident there,” replied Freddie.

    “You mean, like wetting your pants on a ride or in line?” asked Susan.
    She wanted to use those words, ‘wetting your pants’ and see Freddie’s
    reaction.

    “Yeah, like wetting my pants.” There, he said it and he also blushed a
    little. His cousins were definitely getting to the point about him and
    his diapers, quickly. He didn’t think they would be so direct so soon,
    but he was ready. He likes his diapers and he was not going to back
    down about wearing or using them. The girls noticed his blush and
    continued with their questions.

    “So where was your first pants-wetting accident Freddie? Were you out?”
    asked Anne.

    “No, I was not out. I was in the backyard playing and didn’t get in the
    house soon enough. I couldn’t hold it and I wet my pants,” replied
    Freddie.

    “Wow,” said Susan. ‘And what happened when your mom found out? Was she
    mad at you? Did you get into trouble?”

    “Nope, nothing happened. She wanted to know what happened and why did I
    think I had the accident. She was really cool about it,” said Freddie.

    “That’s amazing Freddie,” said Anne. “Wetting your pants at 10 and your
    mom doesn’t get mad about it. That is cool. I’ve seen a few accidents
    at school and in the mall where someone has wet their pants. So, it
    does happen.”

    “Yeah me too, said Susan. “A boy in school just a few weeks ago wet his
    pants in the afternoon in class. He was one row over and I could see
    his pants get all wet with pee as he wet. It went all over the floor
    too. I could even smell it.”

    “Like now,” said Anne with a giggle as she got another whiff of
    Freddie’s pee smell from his wet diaper. “It’s okay with us Freddie,
    that you wear diapers and use them too. We’re not going to tease you;
    we are just interested in them, that’s all, right Susan?”

    “Yeah Freddie, we are just curious. We’ve never known anyone our age
    that wore diapers, of which we know. You are the first one,” said
    Susan. She too, smells pee from Freddie’s diaper. Both girls are
    getting into this talk with their diapered cousin.

    “So Freddie, when do you usually get changed in the morning?” asked
    Anne.

    “Ugh, usually after breakfast, mommy, I mean mom has me stay in them
    until then. It doesn’t bother me either. How about you two, does my wet
    diaper bother you?” asked Freddie.

    Both girls look at each other and then to Freddie. He is turning his
    head from left to right trying to read his cousins. They shake the
    heads, no. “No Freddie, your wet diaper smell doesn’t bother me,” said
    Susan.

    “Me either,” said Anne. “So you can stay in them wet and your mom is
    cool about it and you are too? Wow.”

    “Yeah, I don’t mind them wet or smelly. I’ve gotten use to it. I am
    glad they don’t bother you either. I’d say you’ll smell them for the
    next week during our trip. Thanks for understanding,” said Freddie.

    “You’re welcome,” said Susan.

    “No worries,” said Anne. “I’d like to help change you some time that is
    if you don’t mind. I asked my mom what she thought and she’s going to
    talk to your mom and see.

    Freddie was taken back by Anne’s request. He had never thought about
    this eventuality, having someone other than his mom change his diapers.
    He wasn’t sure what he felt.

    “Ugh, I’ll think about it Anne. I’ve never had anyone other than mom,
    change me.”

    “Well, I just want to help out. I know how moms get busy and all. I’d
    be gentle with you. I’ve changed diapers on babies for whom I baby-
    sit,” said Anne.

    “We’ll see Anne, I’ll talk to my mom too,” said Freddie.

    Susan chimed in with another question of Freddie. “So Freddie, what do
    you do when you need to go poop. Do you use your diaper for that too?”

    Freddie smiles and looks at both of his cousins and says, “Wow, you two
    are really curious, aren’t you. I never thought I’d be discussing my
    bathroom, er ah, my diaper habits with anyone. But, since you are
    family, and we will be together for the next week, I guess its okay. To
    answer you Susan, I also use my diaper for going poop.”

    Both girls reply in unison, “Wow.”

    Freddie blushes again and says, “Yeah, since I am in a diaper for
    wetting accidents, mom said that my diapers are my toilet and I can use
    them for everything.”

    Anne replies, “Wow Freddie, you poop your diaper. Isn’t it gross and
    all?”

    “No not really,” said Freddie. “I don’t mind it. I can go anywhere and
    it feels kind of cool all full and squishy in my diaper. I’ve gotten
    use to the smell too.”

    “Well I might not want to change a poopy diaper on you,” said Anne.
    “I’ll have to see how it goes with wet ones first, that is if I get to
    change you at all.” She giggles with this comment and so does Susan.

    Susan adds, “Well Freddie, I am glad that you are okay with using
    diapers for everything. I’ll be here to help you whenever you need it.

    “Me too Freddie,” said Anne. They both are very interested in Freddie
    and his diapers.

    As the three kids chat about Freddie’s diapers, Uncle Bob walks into
    the room. “Good morning Dad,” says Anne and Susan. “Good morning Uncle
    Bob,” says Freddie.

    “And good morning to you kids too. You’re all up early,” says Uncle
    Bob.

    “What do you expect Dad, on a day we’re leaving for Disneyland?”
    replies Anne.

    “Yeah, I guess you’re right about that one. I hope you all slept well.
    It is going to be a long day. We’ll be driving for most of it to get
    over halfway there by tonight. Then, we might get to the parks in the
    afternoon tomorrow.”

    “Yes daddy that would be so good. We’d be able to go on rides
    tomorrow,” says Anne.

    “Yeah, Disneyland, here we come,” adds Freddie. All three kids are
    charged up about this trip. Bob smiles at their enthusiasm.

    “Well, it is coffee and breakfast time. You kids hungry?” asks Bob.

    “Yes we sure are,” says Susan. Anne and Freddie add, “Yes we’re hungry
    for sure.”

    “Then breakfast is coming,” says Bob. “If I get some help in here, we
    might get on the road sooner.”

    “Okay dad, you’ve got us. What can we do?” says Anne as all three kids
    follow Bob into the kitchen.

    Debbie is leaving the bathroom when she sees her sister, Vicky and
    approaches saying, “Good morning sis. How did you sleep?”

    “Oh just fine sis. By the smell, breakfast is being made without us,
    for a change,” says Vicky. The two sisters chat as Debbie gets dressed.
    During their conversation, Debbie tells Vicky of Anne’s request to help
    with Freddie’s diaper changes. Debbie also volunteers to help her
    sister with this task.

    Vicky replies, “Well, I have not thought about this request. I have no
    issues with either of you helping to change his diapers. He has messy
    ones too, so you might what to reconsider.” They both chuckle with this
    statement.

    “Oh really? Well messy diapers are no problem for me, Vicky, you know
    that. I am not sure Anne would volunteer for one though. I just want
    you to know that we both want to help you with this job. Diaper changes
    are a time-consuming task,” says Debbie.

    “I know, and I am thankful for your requests to help out. I guess it
    boils down to how Freddie feels about it,” says Vicky. I wonder if he’d
    let Anne change him. Susan is too young to help and I don’t think he
    would want someone his own age changing him. Anne is a different story
    though. What do you think, Debbie? Would it inappropriate for her to
    change him? She would need to be watched and shown how to diaper a much
    bigger person than a 2-year old.”

    “Well, Anne could do it with some training, I am sure of that. I just
    wonder about the closeness to a 10-year old boy and her cousin also. I
    don’t think it would be inappropriate. We would be right there, within
    a room or two if anything happened. I think Anne would do just fine, so
    it is up to you and Freddie for the final say so. Let’s see how things
    play out Vicky. We don’t have to decide this moment you know.”

    “Time will tell Debbie, let’s go and join the others,” says Vicky

    When Vicky and Debbie appear, the kitchen table is set, juice poured,
    coffee done and Bob is cooking bacon, flipping hotcakes and scrambling
    eggs. Susan is making toast. The kitchen is a buzz of activity. “Wow,”
    says Debbie, “You girls and you Freddie are awfully helpful this
    morning. I wonder why?”

    The kids look at each other and back to Debbie and say, “Disneyland!”

    Debbie gets coffee for her and Vicky and says, “The power of that
    place. I wish I had such power.”

    “Yes, Disneyland and kids are something to behold,” replies Vicky.
    Freddie goes to his mom and gives her a morning hug. She returns it and
    kisses his forehead. “And how are you this fine morning my son?” asks
    Vicky.

    “Oh mommy, I am just fine. We’re all so excited about the trip.” Vicky
    rubs her son’s back as he talks and then checks out his bum, to get a
    feel for how wet is his diaper. She realizes that it is wet as usual,
    nothing new or different this morning with her little baby boy. She
    decides to address his diaper change till after breakfast. He’s not
    overly wet and he’s not at all upset with wearing a wet diaper among
    his cousins. Anne and Susan give morning hugs and kisses to their mom.
    Nothing of the kids’ morning talk is brought up by any of them. They
    have other things on their minds and they know enough not to embarrass
    Freddie with what they learned from him this morning. Kids have a code
    of honor too.

    “Okay all; everyone grabs a plate and get into this breakfast,” says
    Uncle Bob as he places the scrambled eggs on the table. Everyone gets
    seated and begins their meal. Anne and Susan, who set the table, have
    Freddie sitting between them. There is a bond growing among the
    cousins. This fact is not overlooked by their parents. This is all
    good.

    Everyone enjoys the meal and there is a definite buzz in the air that
    spells, ‘Disneyland, here we come’! The kids talk about the various
    rides and lands to visit. Bob goes over the plans and his desire to
    drive at least halfway today. Everyone is excited. Breakfast is eaten
    faster than it was prepared.

    With breakfast done, the girls help with the cleanup while Uncle Bob
    takes his shower. Vicky takes Freddie to his room to get changed and
    have a shower too. As he leaves the kitchen he quickly looks at Anne
    and Susan who smile and watch as his mom leads him out. The girls look
    at each other and know that it is diaper changing time for Freddie.
    Debbie is busy helping out with the dishes and says to her daughters,
    “You two look as if you’ve lost a friend. Freddie will be right back
    after his shower.”

    “Yeah we know that mom, says Anne. “But isn’t he going to get his
    diaper changed too?”

    “Yes he is. As for you helping change them Anne, I spoke with Vicky and
    she is going to talk with Freddie about it and see what he feels and
    thinks. There will be lots of opportunities to change him. This
    morning’s change is only the first of many. Just be patient and we’ll
    see what happens. All of this is new to Freddie, having others change
    his diapers,; let him work through it, okay?”

    “Okay mom,” says Anne. Susan listens to everything.

    In his bedroom, Freddie takes his PJ’s off and his mommy pulls down his
    plastic baby-pants and then unfastens the sodden diaper. They both look
    at the yellow stain that covers it. Vicky begins folding it and says,
    “Well honey that was a good use of your diaper. You certainly peed it a
    lot.”

    “Yeah mommy, I did.”

    “Okay, now off to your shower. When you’re done just come back in here
    and I’ll get you into a fresh diaper for our trip. Then I want you to
    make sure all your clothes are packed and ready to go. I’ll take care
    of your diaper bag and extra diapers. Now off you go.”

    As Freddie turns, his mom gently swats his cute little bum and says,
    “You go, boy.”

    Comments are welcome to Deeker’s who will forward them to me. I hope
    you enjoy this adventure. I am enjoying writing it.

    To be continued...