    Diapered Days - the Story of Mikey

    This is a multi-part collection of stories written by myself,
    revolving around the diapered days of Mikey, a fictional character
    based on my life. This story written by Baby Bliss (pseudonym)

    Part One -- "Nappy Birthday"

    	The idea of diapers had drifted in an out of Mikey's mind
    ever since he saw an advertisement on TV. He had been wondering
    what they would feel like while shopping with his mother one day
    when they walked into the chemist. And there they were - diapers
    of all makes on the counter at the front of the shop. Mikey shot a
    glance at the diapers, but didn't want his mom to know about his
    secret desire. With the diapers still on his mind, he followed her
    into the shop...
    	Two weeks later, Mikey was talking with his 16 year old
    sister. She was asking him about what he wanted for his 11th
    birthday. Mikey's eyes made contact with hers, and for just a
    moment, Sharon knew. The thought left her mind and she asked
    again. "What is it that I can get you for your birthday?" Mikey
    indicated for her to be quiet and beckoned with his finger for her
    to approach him. He quietly shut his bedroom door.
    	The big day came. 14 October, 2001. Sharon quietly knocked on
    her brother's door at 05:30. She opened it just a crack and
    entered the dark room, pausing to allow her eyes time to adjust
    from the glare of the kitchen down the passage. "Mikey? Mikey?
    Happy birthday."
    	Mikey rolled over, jumped out of bed and switched his light
    on all in one movement. "Sharon." He paused before looking at his
    sister. Sharon shut the door.
    	Mikey carefully removed the teddy bear birthday paper that
    was around his present. He glared at the orange packing around the
    diapers. A thin smile spread across his face. His sister was
    delighted that she had been able to contribute in a small way to
    his happiness. "Do you want me to help you?"
    	Mikey lay down on the bed as his sister fastened the last of
    the straps. No more toilets! Not for a while, anyway. Mikey pulled
    on his school uniform over his diaper. It felt so good. Then he
    realized that his parents didn't know. "What about mom and dad?"
    Sharon was calm. "Don't worry. They know. And they're cool with
    it." Mikey let out a yelp of delight before realizing that he was
    bursting. In traditional baby style, he watched as the front of
    his diaper changed to a pale yellow. He squirmed with glee,
    feeling the wet diaper as the urine trickled down his leg and
    accumulated underneath him. When he was finished, he lay down on
    his back and lifted his legs up. "Sharon. Please change me."
    	That day at school, Sharon replaced a soggy diaper twice
    (during recess). "I love you, Mikey. This is our secret. And I'll
    do it for you as long as you want me to." Mikey had a vision of
    calendars up to the year 2050...

    Part Two -- "Never Alone"

    	Mikey woke up. Something felt kind of funny. Something damp.
    Something warm. He rolled over. A crinkling sound as something
    plastic moved. A thought wandered into his mind, but was dismissed
    within a few seconds. Then it came again: Sharon. I need Sharon's
    help with something. But Mikey did not know what he needed
    Sharon's help with.
    	He switched his bedside light on. His eyes struggled to get
    accustomed to the light. He sat up in bed blinking in the glare.
    There was that crinkling sound again. It came from somewhere
    beneath the covers, he was sure. Carefully, he pulled back the
    sheets. A thin smile spread across his face.
    	He was wet. Wet as a chappy with a pee in his nappy. Wet as a
    sniper with a hose in his diaper. Wet as a seal with a diapered
    ordeal. Sharon, please come soon. I need you to bath and change
    me, he thought. Mikey lay wet for about half an hour, but he
    didn't mind. It still felt cool. But then he felt that he needed
    to go. A knock on the door. Not loud. Just a tap.
    	Sharon smiled as she said good morning to her brother. "How
    was your birthday yesterday? Did you enjoy it?" Mikey smiled and
    nodded his head. Sharon pulled back the duvet. "Good boy," she
    said. "Very disciplined." Mikey did not know the full meaning of
    that word. Disciplined. But he thought that he liked it.
    	No sooner was he diapered than he wet himself again. Sharon
    was shocked. "Why didn't you tell me not to bath you until... ?
    Oh, yes. Babies can't talk yet." Mikey made a sweeping motion with
    his hand, indicating for her not to change him.
    	He went to school like that, and came back doubly wet. You
    see, about an hour before the school bell rang, he wet himself
    again, without the knowledge of anyone else. Mikey showed his
    sister a birthday invitation that he had been given that day.
    Samuel was having a fancy dress. And it was perfect. "I can go as
    a baby. Everyone will think it's cute." In fact, he wanted to do
    the same for his birthday party in two weeks time. Saturday came.
    Mikey showed up at Samuel's house wearing just a diaper. Everyone
    stared in disbelief. "That's a brave, fancy dress costume."
    Sometime during the afternoon, Samuel was alone with Mikey.
    "Mikey, tell me something. Are you just pretending or are you like
    me?" And Mikey was overjoyed. His best friend liked diapers, too.
    "How many more of us are there, Sam?"
    	Sam lead the way. Leaving the rest of his friends behind for
    a moment, he and Mikey went upstairs to the bedroom. Samuel opened
    the cupboard. "What kind of diapers do you use, Mikey? Can I trade
    with you and try them? My sister says these are the best." "Your
    sister changes you, too?" "Wouldn't have it any other way. It's
    nice to feel that there's someone there for you. Shh... the rest
    of my friends don't know."
    	The two of them rejoined the party and a gorilla ran up to
    Mikey. "Come play, hopscotch." Without waiting for an answer, the
    furry hand grabbed Mikey's and pulled him along...
    	Lucy was pretty, he thought. Was it that she didn't mind him
    wearing diapers, or perhaps that she just didn't care if he did.
    His mind wandered. If I still know you when I am older, if you're
    my girlfriend, will you? But he discontinued that thought.
    	That night, Mikey went to bed knowing that if his best friend
    knew, then half the struggle was won. He still didn't feel
    comfortable sharing it with the whole world.

    Part Three - "My Favourite Game"

    	Mikey was very excited, so excited that he couldn't help that
    little bit of pee escaping his body. But that didn't matter. He
    was going to a sleep over with four other diapered friends - and
    they were going to play their favourite game, a game that Mikey
    had thought of one day while they were having a diaper meeting in
    Bobby's treehouse.
    	They used the treehouse for socials and sleepovers as well -
    it was a HUGE treehouse that had been possible thanks to the
    MASSIVE proportions of the oak tree in Bobby's back garden. What
    made the idea of the sleep over even more exciting was the fact
    that the club was getting a new member. Bobby's little brother
    Warren was to join them for the first time. Mikey loved the
    initiations into the club, because they always ended with
    laughing. As the evening approached, the boys got ready to have
    their meeting. They also undertook to prepare for their social.
    	Bobby wheeled the wheelbarrow carrying the large 20kg water
    container towards the tree and carefully slid it on to the lift.
    Then he climbed up the ladder to the treehouse to help Mikey raise
    the lift. Mikey turned to Bobby when this was done.
    	"Have you got the ice?"
    	"No, but it looks like he has," he said, pointing
    towards Warren, who was running towards the treehouse.
    	"You forgot this!" he shouted, obviously very excited
    about his first meeting in the club. Mikey turned to Bobby.
    	"Does he have any idea what he's in for?" he smiled.
    	The reply came. "None." And they both laughed.
    	It was a custom for everyone to partake in the club's
    initiation ceremony, so as to make the newcomer feel welcome.
    	"Have you got your diaper on, Warren?" asked big brother. A
    nod. "Good!"
    	Half an hour later, all the club members arrived, each in
    their diapers. Bobby was chairman of the club and it was his job
    to officially welcome his brother. It took about twenty minutes
    for all club business to be discussed.
    	"And now..." A drum roll was imitated as everyone banged the
    wooden floor again and again. "The party! But first," Bobby turned
    to Warren. "Warren, you have to be initiated. As is our custom, we
    will all take part so you do not feel uncomfortable. We play
    paper, rock, scissors. The loser of each round drinks a glass of
    ice water. Warren shrugged. Didn't seem too bad. But the wind was
    blowing a gale into the treehouse.
    	Bobby saw to it that Warren hadn't wet his diaper all
    that afternoon, so he was just about ready to go. Warren looked
    about suspiciously as he lost the fifth game in a row. Was this
    rigged? As he downed his fifth glass of ice water, he let go. He
    couldn't hold it in anymore. He finished the glass and looked
    down. Warmth had caused that. Warmth and a slightly wet butt. The
    front of his diaper had turned a gleaming yellow and everyone in
    the treehouse smiled.
    	"Welcome, Warren. You are now a full member, entitled to all
    privileges." Bobby gave his brother such a big hug that Warren
    thought he was a teddy bear.

    Part Four

    	Mikey's mom knocked on his bedroom door. Mikey was standing
    by the window looking out at the rain. He was bursting, but he
    didn't notice it anymore. When he heard the knock on the door, he
    turned around. There was a warm smile on his mother's face. "What
    are you thinking about, dear?" she asked, gesturing for him to
    come across to the other side of the room and take the mug of hot
    chocolate from her. Mikey stepped over towards her, took the mug
    and then looked back out the window at the rain.
    	"Mikey?" said his mom. "You haven't answered my question."
    Mikey turned around to face his mother and his mom smiled. "Good
    boy," she said, noticing the slight yellowing in the front of his
    diaper. Mikey looked confused though, until he asked what he had
    done right. "You're using your diapers properly. I'm proud of
    you."
    	Mikey was stunned. He had become so accustomed to wearing
    diapers that he sometimes did not even feel the need to go to the
    toilet, let alone feel the warm pee running down his left leg and
    accumulating in the stimulating region under his crotch. Soon he
    smiled though, letting a steady stream of urine escape his body
    and fill his diaper. He had no problem doing this in front of
    family; in fact, if he was going to get praised for it, he would
    do it more and more.
    	Just then, Sharon's voice was heard down the passage. "Mom! I
    need a clean pair of socks for my..." She cut her sentence short
    when she stepped into Mikey's room and saw the by-now-very-yellow
    diaper. She smiled at her brother. "Do you want me to change you?"
    	"Not right now, Sharon. Maybe a little later. I want to
    explore myself. Thanks for offering, though."
    	Sharon and her mom left the room to go and look for socks,
    but when they returned to talk to Mikey, he was lying on his bed,
    sleeping. "Little baby needs to sleep," said Sharon as she pulled
    a blanket over her brother. She took a look at his diapered butt.
    "My! We are wet, aren't we?" But Mikey did not wake up until
    supper time.
    	When he was woken by Sharon, he realised his wetness and
    asked for her to change him before supper; so Sharon pulled a
    diaper out of his drawer and started to unpin the wet one. Very
    soon, Mikey was feeling secure again.
    	He climbed up onto his baby chair in the kitchen and again
    received praise. Hey! If this was the reward he was going to get,
    he wanted to be a diaper kid forever and ever!