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Here are chapters 1 through 4.
Diapertown, USA
Prologue
Hi. My name is Jordan Martin. I live in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. I'm 12 years old and go to Thomas Jefferson Middle School. I have black hair and blue eyes. I live with my mom, dad, and younger brother. His name is Mikey, and he's seven years old. Also, I'm a Teen Baby.
One night, as I was doing my homework, my parents came in the room. They we're in their early thirties. My mom had long, blond hair and blue eyes, while my dad was slim, with black hair and brown eyes. My mom said, "Hey, Jordan."
I looked up from my work, "Hey."
"Listen, I know your not going to like this idea, but we're moving."
I was kinda surprised, since we we're pretty happy here. "Why? Where?"
"Well, we know your not going to really like this, but…here." They handed me a brochure entitled "Diapertown, USA." Curious, I opened it up. It was a town for ABs and DLs. It explained about Infantalism and what it was. When I was reading about the town itself, I got really excited. It said that it was customary for kids not to be potty-trained! I could finally wear diapers and be accepted! When I was finished, I said, "So you guys are ABs?"
They nodded. "I know it's a really big change, but will you do it, for us?"
I sighed, acting a little disappointed, "If it'll make you happy…"
"Did you read the thing about potty-training?"
"Yeah."
"Will you be okay with wearing diapers?"
"I guess if everyone else wears them, it won't be a big deal."
"Thanks a lot, Jordan." My mom and dad gave me a hug. "Good luck with Mikey," I said
"We'll need it." They went upstairs into his room. After about five minutes, I went up to eavesdrop. Eavesdropping on conversations is a nasty habit I have. I heard crying. "But mommy, I dont wanna move!"
"Come on, Mikey. Daddy and I already has a new job, and we can get a nice house there."
"But all my friends are here!"
"You can make new friends." I could hear sobs through a pillow. As my parents came out, I asked, "Did you mention the diapers?"
"No," My dad said, "Things'll be a lot easier if we leave that until later."
Chapter 1
This week was my last week of school. We started packing up and made the arrangements for the moving. My mom showed us a picture of the house we were moving into. It was pretty big. I did some research online. Diapertown was a big suburban town, one of the biggest in the U.S. due to it's catering of ABs and DLs. A big diaper manufacturing company was located there, but I couldn't find out much about it. All I learned about it was it's name, Infabrief.
On Friday, I said my good-byes at school. "So where you moving to," my friend Josh asked.
"Oh, some place in Massachusetts." I replied. I was overjoyed when school ended. They let me out at about 2 o'clock, so we would get to Diapertown at a decent hour. When I got home, I saw the car and U-Haul packed, and Mom, Dad, and Mikey ready to go. I put my backpack in the back of our van and we drove off. The drive was about 5 and a half hours long. Me and Mikey passed the time by watching movies and playing our Gameboys. We stopped at a rest stop about half-way. Mikey and I had to go so we got out of the car. I saw my parents just sitting there. "You comming?" I asked.
"No," my dad said, "We've got it covered." I think I know what he meant. When we we're done, we started to drive again.
After another two and a half hours, my mom pointed out a sign for us it said:
DIAPERTOWN, MASSACHUSETTS
THE ONLY TOWN FOR ADULT BABIES
AND DIAPER LOVERS
"Dia…per…town," My brother sounded out, "Why do they call it Diapertown?"
"Well," my mom sighed, "Everyone there wears diapers."
That did it. My brother went into a screaming and crying fit. "I'M NOT GONNA WEAR DIAPERS! I'M NOT A BABY!" It was like World War III. I felt like wearing an army helmet and hiding in a trench. After five minutes, it went down to a sob. "Okay Mikey, if you really want to stay in underwear, you can." He nodded as we drove into Diapertown, USA.
The place looked pretty much like a normal suburban area. I looked out the window and examined the people. They all had the buldge of a diaper! We pulled into the driveway of 43 Huggies Drive. We got out of the car and me and Mikey ran into the house. The entrance room had a stairs that lead upstairs. We walked into the kitchen. It looked like a normal kitchen, nothing special. We went into the "bathroom." We were both surprised. Instead of having a toilet, they had 2 changing tables. "Where's the toilet," Mikey asked.
"I guess they don't have one. You'll have to pee and poop behind a tree or something."
"Eww!"
The living room was pretty basic, nothing special. We went upstairs. There was another changing room and three bedrooms. Two had normal beds, but one had a queen-sized crib! "This must be where Mom and Dad are sleeping." We went back to the car. "Mom," I said, "They don't have any toilets, just changing rooms."
"We know, speaking of changing…" She took a suitcase and took out two Attends. "Come on honey, I know you need to be changed." I breathed in through my nose, and I immeaditely held it. My dad pooped in a diaper! Mikey must have noticed it too. "Eww! You actually pooped…in a diaper?" My parents went into the house. After about ten minutes they came back out. "Okay kids, we need to find some diapers for us three. Yes Mikey, you need to come, but you don't need to wear any diapers."
We started to walk around. We took a map out and looked for the nearest store. We found one, and headed twords it. The outside and inside looked like a normal grocery store, but one thing was different. They had a huge diaper isle! Mom and Dad left Mikey at the toy isle while we headed tword what we needed.
They had so much stuff for one isle! Powder, wipes, everything! They had a lot of diapers too! Depends, Attends, Abena, cloth, everything! My parents went off as I looked around. I was looking through the diapers when something caught my eye. It was a pack of diapers that looked just like Pampers, but istead of saying Pampers, it said Infabrief. So Infabrief makes baby diapers in adult sizes! They had the packs in decade, the cover varying a little each decade. I picked out a pack of Infabrief early 90s style as my parents came walking twords me. They had two packs of Infabrief 60s style, Johnson and Johnson baby powder, and Pampers Big Wipes. "Are you sure you want that brand, Jordan?"
"Well," I said, "It…uh…is thick, so I won't need to be changed as much."
"Okay, if that's what you want. Listen, your school sent us a letter. They said that your gonna need to carry a diaper bag with you around school. There's an isle for diaper bags over there." They picked out an extra container of wipes and powder, and I went to look for a diaper bag. I picked a plain denim one. We checked out and started home.
Chapter 2
When we got home, I jumped up on the changing table. My mom slid down my pants and underwear. She powdered my pubic area. I felt kinda embarassed when she saw my "guy part," but she didn't say anything. She opened up my pack of Infabriefs 90s style and slid one under my butt. They looked just like the Pampers I remembered, except they fit me! They had the plastic cover, one tape on each side, and the cartoon strip. My mom folded the diaper over my front and taped it up. I got up and walked around. There was a crinkle whenever I walked, and the thickness felt good between my legs.
"Is it okay?"
"Yeah, fine."
"Alright, just tell me or your dad when you've wet or pooped your diaper. Speaking of which…" My mom squatted down and did something I never thought she would do. She pooped her diaper. When she was done, she started to walk out, then said, "Oh, and keep your pants off, it'll be easier to change you that way. She went down the hall then yelled in a babish tone, "Daddy, I poopy!" I was kinda freaked out. You would be to if your mom just pooped in a diaper. I went to the cooler and took a Coke out. My dad still had to unload the stuff, so I just leaned aganst the wall and sipped away. Mikey came up to me and looked at my diaper, "So, your wearing diapers now?"
"Yeah."
"Why would you want to? Your a bigger boy than me and I don't want to wear them."
"Well, there are a lot of grown-ups here who wear them, and there bigger than me. If everyone wears them, why shouldn't I? I mean, if i'm watching a movie or in a long car ride, I can just go where I am."
He simply replied, "Your wierd," and walked away. By about 7:30, Dad and I had unloaded most of the stuff. I was still in the diaper I was wearing when I got here. A doorbell rang. Dad, Mom, and I put our pants on before opening the door. A man, women, and a girl about Mikey's age walked in. "Hi, we're the Robinsons, the next door neighbors," the man said, "I'm Joe, this is my wife Maria, and this is my baby girl Mary."
"Daddy!" Mary yelled! They all laughed. "I'm Steve," my dad said, "This is my wife Adrine, and my two sons Brian and Mikey." Mr. Robinson walked up to me and said, "Nice to meet you, Brian."
"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Robinson."
He looked down at my crotch. "Looks like you taken the idea of diapers well." I nodded. Mikey went up to Mary and said, "Do you wanna see my room?"
"Sure!" They ran upstairs. We had already claimed our rooms. It took a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors, but I got the slightly larger one. I went into my room and sat down. I took off my pants and just stared at my diaper. My dream had finally come true! I started to regress a little. I lay down on my bed and started to suck my thumb a little, until I realized I had to pee. I stood up and looked into the mirror. The diaper was pretty thick, and it felt soft. The cartoon print was a bunch of babies playing together. I let my pee go. A light yellow spot appeared on my diaper, then it got bigger and darker. The warmthness spreading through my crotch felt so good, I had to smile. After about forty seconds, I stopped. I pulled my jeans up and went downstairs to ask for a change. On the way down, I heard the two seven-year-olds talking, so I listened in.
"Why don't you want to wear diapers," Mary asked.
"I'm a big boy, I don't wear baby diapers."
"I wear diapers, and I'm not a baby."
"But still…"
"A year ago a kid came here. He was like you, he didn't want to wear diapers. For four months he was like that. He had to pee and poop behind a tree in his backyard. He had to give a note to his teacher to not wear diapers. Kids thought he was kinda wierd, since he didn't wear diapers. Finally, he got diapers, and he loved them! Now he's one of my best friends."
"You know, maybe I will wear diapers. I'm gonna tell my mommy now!" I quickly tip-toed into my room. He came out and said, "Guess what, Jordan, I'm gonna wear diapers now!"
"Good choice, little bro." I followed him and Mary downstairs, my diaper was loosing it's warmness. It's new cold and soggy feeling was okay, but not as good as when I just wet it. When we got down there the Robinsons were getting ready to leave. He said, "Mommy, I wanna wear diapers!"
She hugged him, "Aww, that's my boy! We'll get some as soon as I'm ready." We said our good-byes to the Robinsons, and they left. I went to my dad and said, "Umm…dad…I need a change."
"Okay," he replied, "Go to the changing room." He followed me into the changing room. I hopped up on the table and he pulled my jeans off. He untaped my wet diaper then wiped me. He removed the wet diaper and replaced it with a new one. He powdered me then taped me up. "All done kiddo." Life was gonna be good…
Chapter 3
Mom and Mikey got home about fifteen minutes later. They had a diaper bag with kids playing sports on it, and a bag of Infabrief Little Ones. "This is what the clerk said most of the younger kids wear." As Mom and Mikey went into the changing room, my dad said to me, "Listen Jordan, we have an idea for you to make a little more money." I knew what was comming. "If you change Mikey's diapers when you get back from school, where we're not around or too busy, you'll get a $7 raise on your allowence. The offer was tempting, but… "What if he poops?"
"You get an extra one-fifty every time he poops."
I thought about it for a minute and said, "Okay." We shook on it. "Okay Jordan. The next time he pees and poops, I want you to try to change him.
"Alright." Mikey came out with only his shirt and thick Infabrief on. I was the same as the 90s style, except it was his size. "It feels thick, Mommy."
"That's how it's supposed to feel."
"Well, I had to go pee-pee for a while, but I'll do it in my diaper." A yellow spot began appearing on his diaper, and he put a relieved smile on his face. When he finished he said, "Wow, this feels pretty good! I made my diaper really dirty!"
"Little Bro," I said, "You ain't seen nothing yet." I had to poop for a while, but I was waiting for the oppurtune moment. I pulled my jeans down, squatted down, and began unloading. The warm mush filled the seat of my diaper, and went up to my guy part. It was a big load! The warm mush felt so good, I wanted to wear it all day. When I was finished, Mikey observed my buldgy butt and sniffed the air, "Yuck! I think Jordan made a poopy in his diaper!" My mom sniffed the air. "Whew! Your right! Let's get you two changed!" Mikey, Mom, and I went into the changing room. I jumped on one table, and my brother jumped on another. My mom untaped my extremely dirty Infabrief, and the poopy smells got even worse. "That's the biggest doodie I've ever seen," my little brother commented.
"Thanks," I said. When my change was done, I went over to my brother and started to untape him, "Why are you changing my diapers?"
"Cause I'll get five bucks extra a week for it, and they say I need practice." I powdered, wiped him, and taped him up. It wasn't that hard, but I needed to worry about when he poops.
That night we decided to go to a local steak restraunt. We put on our jeans, my mom took out her diaper bag, and put 2 60s Infabriefs, 1 90s Infabrief, 1 Little Ones Infabrief, and a changing pad. We got in our family car and drove off. "It feels like I'm sitting on a pillow in these diapers," My brother commented. They were a lot more comfortable than briefs. The thickness wrapped around you crotch, which was very pleasant, emotionally and sexually. They were snug, but not tight, like some briefs can be.
The drive was about five minutes to the steak house. We got there, found a table, and got our menus. The interesting thing is that they also served baby food here. We all ordered grown-up food that night. The food there was pretty good, and in a large portion. By the time I finished my burger I was stuffed. I had wet my diaper once during the meal, so I did it again. Now it felt like if I went again, it would leak. Before I could ask my mom to change me, my brother said, "Mommy, I need a change."
"Me too," said Dad
"Me three," I said
"That makes four of us who need a change, let's go to the changing room." Instead of having bathrooms, they had changing rooms. They didn't have boy's or girl's rooms, just two unisex rooms. We all went in one. They looked just like regular public bathrooms, except each stall was the size of a handicap stall. Instead of having a toilet inside each one, they had a changing table and a diaper pail. My mom laid out the pad, and told Mikey to come in first. She changed his diaper, then told me to come in. I lay down on the pad, and she pulled down my jeans. When she untaped the diaper, I saw I still had some dry padding left, but not enough for one more wetting. She wiped me, powdered me, then taped my diaper up. Then she changed Dad and Dad changed her. After that we paid the bill and left.
When we got home, my brother said, "Uh oh, I need to go."
"Then go."
"It's the other way." Uh oh. He squatted down, then started grunting. His face turned red as he pushed a big load into his diaper. " I'm done! Wow, I'm stinky!" My parents gave me that look. "Come on you little stinker," I said, "Let's get you changed."
He lay down on the table, and I wondered if this was worth a buck fifty each time. I slowly pulled down his pants and untaped his diaper. Yuck!! He made a load almost as big as a twelve-year-olds! He looked down at it, and looked back up at me smiling, proud of his creation. "I made a big poopy!"
"You certainly did." I started the disgusting process of wiping his butt. When I finished, I slid the extremely dirty diaper out under him and dropped it in the pail. I put a new Little Ones under him and put a lot of baby powder on him. After I taped him up, I wiped my forehead, hoping I would never have to do that again for a while…
When we got out, my dad asked, "How'd it go?"
I replied, "Don't ask."
After Mikey went to bed that night, I approached my parents in the living room. They we're sitting together, reading their books. I went up to them and said, "Hi."
"Hey," Mom said, "Did you wanna talk about something?"
"Yeah. I've kinda had this big secret for a while, and I want you to know…"
My parents looked at each other. "Ok…"
"Well… you guys must have gone on diaper sites, right?"
They nodded.
"We'll…then you must know what Teen Babies are, right?
"Are you trying to tell us your a TB?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"Well, it was a few things. Remember that one time I walked in on you and you we're wearing twenty pairs of underwear, so that it would feel like you we're wearing a diaper?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, Adult Babies know what a diaper, or at least a fake diaper looks like."
"Is that all?"
"Nope," Dad came in, "What really made us sure is that you didn't mind moving…to a place where everyone wears diapers, and it's customary to keep the kids in diapers."
"And," Mom interupted, "You wanted to get the Infabrief because it was thick. They're was a chart right outside, and it said the thickest diaper was the Abena, so you would've gotten that if you wanted absorbancy.
"So, your okay with that?"
"Of course! At the grocery story, they also have an isle for Adult and Teen baby stuff. Your Dad and I are going food shopping tomorrow, so you want us to get you some baby stuff?" I nodded.
"Awight, my wittle baby," My mom said in a babish tone.
Chapter 4
I woke up the next morning to find my parents gone and my brother sleeping. I got up, only in my shirt and Infabrief. I walked downstairs and got myself a glass of juice. Me and my dad finished unloading the furniture, so we were done. As I walked twords the living room, I felt the urge to pee, so I just let it out. The warm urine in my diaper felt good right after I got up. I sat down on the couch and turned on some Saturday morning cartoons. After about fifteen minutes, Mikey came down in his shirt and Infabrief. "Jordan, I wet my diaper," he said to me in a tired tone. I felt around the leak guard, a trick mom taught me when she checked Mikey last night. "Ehh," I said, "It could stand another wetting." We sat down in our wet diapers and watched TV until Mom and Dad came home.
As we both ran into the kitchen, Mom handed me a brown paper bag. Inside was some bottles for teens! They had cute teddy bear prints on them. There also was a Snoopy pacifier, in my size! "Hey, I wanna see!," said Mikey as he tried to look inside the bag. I shut it before he could get a glace. He folded his arms and said, "Your mean!" He stayed like that for a second, but then he sighed a sigh of relief and smiled. The wet spot on his diaper was getting bigger. When he was finished, Mom and him went to the changing room. I was just "happening" to pass by the door when I put my ear to it.
"Mikey, you know how we moved here because Daddy and me liked to be treated like a baby?"
"Yeah Mommy?"
"Well, Jordan is that way now. Me and Daddy are gonna treat him like a baby time to time from now on."
"That's a little wierd. He's a bigger boy than me, and he wants to be treated like a baby?"
"Mmm-hmm. It sounds weird, but that's how it is. If you tell anyone, you'll be in big trouble."
"Okay, mommy." I heard the taping of the diaper and started to casually walk away. I had wet my diaper as I was listening, so I would need to get it changed. As Mikey and Mom walked out, I went up to her and said in a two-year-old tone, "Mommy, my diapy's wet."
She felt the leak guard and said in that kinda tone, "Your right! Baby needs a change!" Mikey gave us a wierd look, then walked away. I jumped up on the changing table and my mom proceeded to change me. Throughout, she would coo to me in baby talk, and she changed me as if I really was a baby. She finished by saying, "All done!" and blowing on my tummy, which caused me to laugh. She stuck my Snoopy pacifier in my mouth, and I walked over to the TV. Mikey was already there, and kinda gave me a wierd look. "Why do you want to be a baby?"
"I dunno. I've always wanted to wear diapers and be treated like a baby."
"You're wierder than I thought you were. I'm not gonna change it to Barney or anything!" We watched some cartoons, then my mom called us in for breakfast. Me, Mom and Dad had bottles, while Mikey had a cup. He gave us three a wierd look as I was fed by Mom. The day continued where I was a baby, and Mikey thought I was wierd. When I fell asleep that night, I had a strange dream.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU MARRIED MY DAUGHTER, YOU IDIOT!" My grandma yelled at my dad. They always hated each other. My grandma was Catholic, and my dad was Protestant, so my grandma wasn't so happy about the marriage. I was standing in the corner, when I was about four. I was really, really scared. I woke up in sweat. Wierdly enough, my diaper was soaked. Did I wet myself while I was asleep? I lay back down and started to remember what the dream was about.
I used to have that dream, every night when I was about five till I was nine. I would wake up every morning with my body covered in sweat, and my bed covered in pee. That's what caused me to wet the bed, and turned me into a teenbaby.
So people may ask, "What did you parents do for you to stop your bedwetting?" They got me diapers. I wore them every night to bed, and I loved how they felt. The thickness made me feel so secure, that I thought they would stop the dreams. Once, when I was eight, and my parents were preoccupied with whatever they were doing, I put one on. After a while I had to pee, so I let it out into the diaper. It felt so good. Sadly, after I turned nine, the dreams stopped, and I didn't wet the bed, so I didn't get to wear diapers anymore. My parents we're so happy, and I acted like I was, but I was devestated inside.
"Get up, Jordan," I heard my mom say. I must have dosed off again.
"Wha, why?"
"Today's the first day of school, silly."
Diapertown USA continued. (tom2b is the name I have as author)
04-27-2011, 01:18:01 AM
Since we are missing chapter 5, I think it best to post 6-8 here in a new thread. That way, if we find 5, it can go on the end of the first post.
I am including Intro text from the author.
"I have just finished the sixth chapter (in the messiest diaper I've
ever been in). Look for the seventh some time next week. This
chapter's basic purpose is to show some changes in Jordan's life,
and set up an important event. Enjoy!"
Chapter 6
School pressed on, and before I knew it, it was over. Today was
Saturday, July 3rd. I opened up my eyes and yawned. First, I glanced
over to the clock, which read 10:00 AM. The next thing I noticed was
how hot it was. I slept last night in nothing but a t-shirt and a
diaper, but was still covered in sweat. I got up, and suddenly
realized my diaper was gelly and saggy. Ever since about two weeks
ago, I had been waking up in a wet diaper every few days, probably
because my bladder was weaker. I could still hold my pee during the
day, but not for very long. I waddled up to my window and pulled the
blinds. The kids playing outside were in similiar attire, a diaper
and a t-shirt. Child upbringing was very different in Diapertown
then in any other city. The kids here were taught to be proud of
their undergarments, their diapers. Teens were still self-concious
here, but their diaper wasn't something that made them feel that way.
Mikey was starting to get more comfortable with the idea of diapers.
He was still in pull-ups, but now he could wet himself in front of
other people, and could wait for a while before he asked for a change.
In fact, he took a big leap in diaper-wearing the second to last week
of school. That day my mom was sick, so she didn't go to work.
Coincidentally, that day Mikey had to poop during school. When he
got to the changing room, he realized that he wouldn't have his
potty to go poopy in. The nurse there was very sympathetic, but she
didn't have a potty for him to go into (I later found out this was a
plan set up by my mom, my dad, and mom's co-workers, to get Mikey to
try pooping). After a while, nature took its course, and Mikey pooped
his diaper. When he actually did it, he found out that it was okay.
I'm beginning to believe that Mikey likes diapers, but is ashamed
because of diaper's association with babies. One night, I heard
rustling plastic from his room. I opened the door a crack to see
Mikey smiling widely while smooshing what looked like a very poopy
pull-up. And also, he doesn't even use his potty anymore to poop
anymore, he just goes in his diaper, which is followed usually by
much praise by my parents. I asked my dad about his new liking of
pooping, and he said that if I changed his poopy diapers, I'd get an
additional three dollar raise in my allowence. Boy, can that kid
unload! Sometimes I wonder if three bucks was really enough.
I had ended off the year in school with a lot of friends. Chad and I
hung out a lot after the day I met him. We often spent time together,
whether he hung out at my house, or at his house. We would play
video games, watch movies, or go outside in our diapers and play
football. When he was at my house, my dad and Mikey were always
willing to play. Since Chad was an only child, when I went to his
house, it'd be just me, him, and his dad, who would switch who he
was playing with every four downs.
On the second day of school, Chad had invited me to sit with a bunch
of his friends for lunch. There was Eric (the same boy who's diaper
leaked in English the day before), Matt, Jeff, and James. I had a
lot of fun with those guys. In fact, something very funny happened
that day. We were throwing around a football, when I suddenly felt
the urge to poop my diaper. I told the guys to hold up, then Chad
said he had to poop as well, then Jeff, then Matt, then James, and
finally Eric. We all pooped at the same time, laughing hysterically
at the fact we all had to do it simultaneously. We played for a few
more minutes in our dumpy diapers, until we all agreed that it was
getting a bit uncomfortable, then we went to get ourselves changed.
I had been sitting with Jenny every day since we first met on the bus
(Chad was driven to school every day). No, we didn't like-like each
other, but we were both really good friends. She kinda took me under
her wing, telling me the in's and out's of Diapertown, and some
tricks. For example, she told me some good ways to hide when your
diaper has leaked (which came in handy, a few times). I had met some
of her other friends one day when I was staying after school. One of
them turned out to be Kate, the girl who pooped her diaper in math.
When Jenny introduced us, Kate said, "We've met before," and winked
that same wink. They were really nice, like Jenny was, but a bit
giggly. I once bent over, revealing my baby-like Infabrief, causing
the girls to say "Aww!", and responses like "You wear Infabriefs?
That's so cute!", causing me to blush, enjoying all the attention.
My recollection was interupted by my mother walking into the room in
her light pink sleeper. "Hey you, looks like you need a change."
"Yeah…I wet in my sleep."
"Aww, it's okay Jordy, now that you're in diapers. Come on, let's get
you cleaned up. We're going to the beach today." She led me into the
changing room, and I got up onto the table. She expertly changed me,
and we walked down to the breakfast table. Mikey and Dad were
already down there. I sat down at the table, and my mom placed a
bowl of oatmeal and a bottle of milk in front of me. "Mommy, could
you feed me today?"
When I was in a babish mood, I would ask my mom to feed me, "Sure,
sweetie." She got my vinyl bib (something she had picked up for me a
few weeks ago), took a spoonful of oatmeal and did the choo-choo
train bit as she guided it into my open mouth. We continued to play
this until I had finished my oatmeal, then she fed me my baba. This
morning, Mikey didn't make any wierd looks, he was engrossed in his
Spiderman comic. Talk was basically about what we were going to do
at the beach. I definitely wanted to go for a swim today, as did
Mikey. Mom talked about reading her new book (one of those romance
novels) and getting a tan. Also, she reminded us that we would need
to get some swim diapers on the way there.
After I finished breakfast, I went back to my room, and slid open my
closet to reveal all my clothes. All my teen clothes were in plain
sight, and in a darker corner hid all my baby clothes. Over the weeks
my mom had picked up for me some onesies, sleepers, babish t-shirts,
and a pair of shortalls which said, "Mommy's Little Boy" in baby-blue
letters. I wore them on days I was really in baby moods, and would
never wear them in public. I pulled out a blue t-shirt, white shorts,
my bathing suit, and a pair of socks from my drawer. I threw my
sweat-soaked t-shirt on my bed, leaving me in my damp, but not
soaked (I had wet once during my feeding) diaper. I put my clothes
on, pulling the baithing suit over my Infabrief. I went downstairs
to find the rest of family ready. My mom had the family diaper bag
(room enough for twenty diapers, supplies, and whatever else needed)
slung across her shoulder. "Alright, before we move out, does anyone
need a diaper change?" Dad and I shook our heads no, but Mikey
said "…I do." My mom quickly changed him, then we headed out to
the car.
Diapertown owned its own private beach, so it wasn't very far of a
drive. On the way, we stopped at the store. They had a large display
of swim diapers. We got Mikey a pack of little L'il Swimmers, and we
picked out Infabrief's take on swim diapers. They looked like very
thick pull-up diapers, except the outer plastic cover was clear, and
thicker. They came in boxes of five, and came with prints or without.
My mom was about to pick three non-print swim diapers, when I said,
"Wait!"
"What is it, Jordan?" she asked.
"Umm nothing…"
"Are you su…Oh, I see!" She quickly put back one of the boxes of
non-print swim diapers diapers and took one of print swim diapers.
We checked out, and got back into our car. About ten minutes from
our destination, I smelled that all-familiar smell, coming from
right next to me. I looked over to Mikey, and he was blushing
furiously. My mom eventually noticed, she looked back and said
"Alright, who did it?"
"It wasn't me!" I replied, "It was the little poop-machine next to
me!" Luckily we only had ten minutes left in the drive. Even so, all
of us opened our windows, trying to reduce the smell. When we got to
the beach, we immeaditely noticed how crowded it was. We found a
little patch of un-claimed beach, and set our towel down. I looked
around the beach for anyone I knew, and who did I spot, but Jenny
and her friends playing two-on-two volleyball not too far from our
spot. She looked over, and I waved to her. She waved back, and she
started to walk over, beckoning her friends to come with her.
"Heeeey Jordan," then said in unison. They were all wearing similiar
clothes, a two-piece bathing suit, but the bottom part was modified
so it covered up their thick diapers.
"Who're these?" My mom asked.
"Oh, this is Jenny, the girl I was talking about. And these are her
friends: Stacy, Kate, and Mallory."
"It's nice to finally meet you girls. Come on Jordan, we gotta get
your new swim diapers on you."
"Wait a sec, girls." My mom led me over to the towel, where Mikey was
already lying down. She started on Mikey, needing much more work then
I did. When she finished up with him, she started on me. Lucky for
her, I had just soaked my diaper. After she had powdered me up, she
pulled out one of my new swim diapers and put it on me. It was a bit
tight around my waist and thighs, but it basically felt like a
normal diaper. The outer cover was tinted blue, and had cute prints
on them, similiar to my usual diapers. I pulled up my bathing suit,
put some suntan lotion on myself, and went to play volleyball with
the girls. Man, were these girls good! I found myself having to dive
for every shot. A while after I had first wet my diaper, I felt a
grumbling in my stomach. I knew in a few minutes last night's dinner
would be squeezing through my butt cheeks. I tried to keep my mind
off it, and concentrating on the game, but I knew I couldn't hold it
any longer. My cheeks (the ones on my face) were turning red, and I
had to really concentrate to keep it all in, pulling down my game.
Finally, when it was my turn to serve, I just froze.
"What's wrong?" Jenny asked.
"Umm…nothing, nothing." Even though I was excited by the idea of
pooping my diapers in front of a bunch of attractive girls, my
embarassment easily over-shadowed.
"Are you sure?" Mallory asked me.
"Well…I…uh…"
"You what?"
"I have to…" then I said, dropping my voice a bit, "Number two."
"Ah! Jordy's gotta go poopy!" said Stacy.
"Why didn't you just say so?" said Katie.
"We can wait," said Jenny.
I really couldn't hold it any longer. I squatted down, and pushed a
massive poop into my diaper. My cheeks turned bright red, partly
from the fact I was pushing hard, and partly from the fact all the
girls were staring at me. After what seemed like an eternity, I
finished my dirty deed and got up. Immediately a stream of urine
started down my diaper, filling up the rest of the absorbant material.
The girls were trying really hard not to giggle, but failing.
"I think someone has a poopy diaper!" said Jenny. I, out of pure
embarassment, tried to scout out my parents. They weren't at our
towel! I looked frantically for them, but to no avail.
"Maybe you should change out of that," said Kate, still giggling.
"Umm…I can't…" I replied.
"Why not?"
"I can't see my parents."
"Well…we could change you," said Jenny. This again excited me, yet
embarassed me.
"Umm…it's okay, really."
"Come on Jordan, you need to get out of that diaper. Don't worry, we
know how to change a diaper. The other girls replied with a "Mmm-hmm"
in unison.
"Well, okay." We walked over to my towel, and I laid down on it,
further squishing the brown mess on my rear. Jenny pulled off my
suit to reveal my printed swim diaper, causing more Aww's from the
girls, and more blushing from me. Jenny pulled off my swim diaper to
reveal the brown mess under. I blushed even more when she saw my guy
part, but she replied, "Jordan, I have a little brother, it's
nothing I've never seen before." Kate had the honors of wiping me,
and Mallory got to powder me. Finally, Stacy got one of my clean
swim diapers out, put it on me, and put my used one in the used
diaper compartment of the diaper bag. We then went into the water to
play a bit of Marco Polo. The swim diapers worked really well. I
only felt a bit of sea water seep into my diaper, and when I wet it,
it kept all the pee in. Mikey had made some new friends, and he was
playing with them. The girls and I played for a while longer, but I
heard my mom yell to me about an hour later, saying it was time to
go home.
"Before you go, Jordan," Jenny said to me, "I want to invite you to
my birthday party."
"I'd love to go, when?"
"It's gonna be next Saturday, the 10th. It's gonna be you, us girls,
and a few other friends of mine. We're gonna all meet up at the
movies, then hang out at my place."
"Okay, but just don't make me sit though a chick flick!"
Jenny laughed, "Okay, I'll make sure." I hugged all the girls, then
got out of the water. I put on my clothes, and we headed home.
As we were eating dinner, I told my parents about Jenny's party. "It
sound like fun, Jordan," my dad said.
"So, can I go?"
"Sure, sweetie." The rest of the night was pretty uneventful. While
Mom was washing our swim diapers, she called me over and showed me
the poopy one I produced earlier today. "When'd you make this
masterpiece?"
"Oh, sometime around one o'clock."
"Your dad and I were at the snack bar then, did you change yourself."
"No…the girls changed me."
"Aww…my little diapered player."
"Mo-om!" I stayed up a little later that night, and watched Saturday
Night Live with my mom. After the show, she rocked me in my room,
and slowly but gently, I fell asleep.
As always, comments welcome!
Dan
"All the money in the world, all the things that we buy,
profits that we have to make, the price is much too high.
Children working in factories and mines.
All the dangers that they face, paying with their lives."
Children first, children now!
It’s too late for when and how.
People we must understand, child labour it has to end.
Raise our voices, let’s all shout:------
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#2
04-27-2011, 01:28:09 AM
Re: Diapertown USA continued. (tom2b is the name I have as author)
Have you missed me, good monsieurs? I have written you a chapter!
(Sorry, musical theater reference). Anyway, I'm back, with chapter
seven of the story. Enjoy!
Chapter 7
I woke up feeling refreshed, and ready to tackle anything. I got up,
looked down at my diaper, and noticed it was dry. That would change
in a few seconds. I also noticed I had to poop, so I did both of
those simultaneously. I smushed it around a bit (something I loved
to do), until my mom came in. "Hey, you little stinker. I could smell
you all the way out in the hall. Let's get that changed." My mom
changed my diaper on my bed as I sucked a bottle of cold milk my mom
had prepared for me, then went downstairs for breakfast. During
breakfast, my mom mentioned that our Aunt Betty (Mom's slightly
older sister) had called last night, and was comming to visit.
"Wait," I said, worriedly, "Betty's comming…here?"
"Yes, Betty is coming to Diapertown," replied my mom.
"Well, I guess she now knows about…"
"Oh silly!" my mom interrupted, "I told Betty about my diapers a long
time ago! Of course she knows we all wear them."
"Whew," I replied. At least that wasn't going to be a shocker for her.
Around twelve o'clock, Betty came to our house. She was as she
usually was, loving, and a bit eccentric. She gave each of us a big
hug and kiss. We sat down at the kitchen table and she brought us up
to speed. Betty was an actress (something I too was interested in),
and recently got a nice-sized part in a musical on Broadway. She was
single, and had recently broken up with one of her boyfriends. She
said she was sad when it happened, but now she felt better about the
whole thing.
During our discussion, Mikey started squirming in his chair. I could
tell he needed changing. Mom was the next to notice.
"Mikey, what's wrong?"
"I…need to be…changed."
"I'll do it," said Betty.
"Are you sure?" Mom asked.
"Sure, I haven't bonded with my nephews in a long time."
"Do you remember how to change a diaper."
"Of course, after all I had to change all of yours." Mom blushed at
that last comment. Mikey led Betty to the changing room, and they
were back out in a short while. "Hey Adrian," asked Betty, "Where's
the real bathroom?"
"Umm…there aren't any, Betty," my mom said.
"…You're joking, right?"
"No, all we have are diapers."
"Well, I guess I'll have to wear diapers."
"Come on," my mom said, "Lemme give you a hand." Mom and Betty walked
into the changing room.
"I don't think Betty likes diapers," Mikey said.
"I think she just feels a bit uncomfortable. Is there anything we can
do?" I asked.
"I have an idea," said Dad, "Kids, take off your pants."
"Why?" asked Mikey.
"I think I got it," I replied, "Maybe if Betty sees us all in diapers,
she won't feel as embarassed." We took our pants off, folded them up,
and laid them on the kitchen counter. When the two emerged from the
changing room, they both were a bit surprised.
"Why did you guys go for the sans-pants look?" questioned my mom.
"We thought it would make Betty more comfortable," said Dad.
"Well, I guess I feel a bit more comfortable now. If all you guys can
wear diapers, why can't I?" She slid off her pants, revealing a wet
Attends. She noticied that we all noticed she had wet her diaper.
"The feeling's okay," said Betty, "But not something I'd like to do
on a regular basis. Oh yeah," she said, "This reminds me, I have
something to show you guys." Betty pulled out a a scrapbook from her
bag. The first pictures had pictures of my mom as a baby. Some showed
her in her crib, and some with her toddling around in cloth diapers.
Then there was a page which had the words "Second Babyhood" on them.
When Betty turned the page, we found an assortment of an older Mom
in diapers. The pictures started with her about nine in cloth diapers,
then progressed up until sixteen, when my mom started wearing Pampers
diapers. There were some pics of her with her
with a paci, a bottle, a bib, or a combination of three. Some later
pics even had her in onesies or sleepers.
When we finished up the book, my mom said, "Wow, that brought memories."
"Yeah, looking at it makes me feel old," said Betty. That got a laugh
from all of us. Suddenly, Betty stopped laughing. She seemed nervous.
"I umm…have to get something from my bag." She ran upstairs, and
came downstairs a few minutes later with a very saggy diaper. It was
apparent to us veteran diaper-wearers that she had pooped her diaper.
Mikey was the first to say anything thing. "Aunty, did you make a
doo-doo?"
"No," said Betty trying to cover it up, but failing miserably, "Why
would you say that?"
"You're diaper is sagging, sis," my mom said to her, "And you could
smell it two states away."
"Alright, you guys caught me."
"I thought so," said my mom laughing, "let me help you clean up." The
two went into the changing room, and for once, my mom changed Betty's
diaper. A bit of role-reversal, don't you think? They came out a
while later. "Sorry," said my mom, "but I needed a change too."
In fact, I had just wet my diaper as well, which added on to the two
prior wettings I had done. "Acutally, I need a change as well."
"Lemme handle this one Adrian, you just had to clean a mound of my
own feces." Betty led me into the changing room, and I proceeded to
get up onto the table. She untaped my diaper, and sighed a sigh of
relief. "This'll be a piece of cake," she said, "Your mom left a
little rosebud in her diaper, which was a bit of a pain to wipe up."
She skillfully wiped me up, powdered me, and put a new diaper on me.
"All done, kiddo."
We decided on Applebee's for dinner that night. Everyone was changed
before we left, including Betty. On the way, I noticed Mikey
squirming, then a look of relief on his face. It must've been a big
pee, cause he seemed really relieved. When we got there, Mom and Dad
neglected to ask if anyone needed changing, they just assumed we were
all still dry. I was a little damp, but not enough for a change. We
all sat down and ordered our food. Dinner talk was basically about
what was going on in our lives. Mom and Dad talked about work, and
me and Mikey talked about school. At one point during dinner, Mikey
became rather quiet. He started squirming a little bit, then it
became more noticible. Everytime someone asked him if something was
wrong, he shook his head no, a bit violently. At one point, he
stopped, then sighed a great sigh of relief and smiled. That smile
faded away halfway during the pee. He looked down at his pants and
gasped. I took a look (being the one sitting next to him), and saw a
great wet spot forming on his jeans. I let him finish up his
business, then quickly excused both of us to go to a changing room.
"Whew," I said as I un-did the sides of the pull-up,"You must've had
to pee a lot."
"Yeah, the only thing I really don't like about diapers is leaks."
"Well you know real diapers are more absorbant then pull-ups."
"But real diapers are for babies!"
"So are wet spots on your pants."
Mikey thought long and hard, then said, "If I had to pick between
diapers or wet spots, I'll choose diapers."
"Okay then, we'll pick up some real diapers on the way home." When we
got back to the table, Mikey announced that he would switch to real
diapers, which got an abundence of praise from my parents. We
finished up our meal and left. On the way home, we picked up some
Infabrief Junior diapers, the diapers Infabrief made in Mikey's size.
When we got home, Mikey was anxious to get his new diapers on. I
took him into the changing room, slid off his pants and damp pull-up,
and opened up his pack of new diapers. They were very similar in
design to my diapers, except they had modern cartoon characters like
Spongebob and The Fairly OddParents. When I finished up, Mikey tried
walking around him them. He replied that they were thicker, but
softer then the pull-ups. We spent the rest of the night eating ice
cream, and watching one of my favorite movies, Forrest Gump. At one
point, Mikey reported that he had wet his diaper, and he could
barely feel it. I knew he would like real diapers. After the movie
finished up, Betty stated that she had to head back home, and gave
us all a big hug and kiss. Right before she left, I remembered she
still had her dry diaper on.
"I think I'll keep it on," she said, "And now I won't have to make
any pit stops." We all stayed up for a while later, then went to
sleep.
I knew I was right about Mikey Not changing his mind completely about Diapers in
in the earlier chapters.
Dan
"All the money in the world, all the things that we buy,
profits that we have to make, the price is much too high.
Children working in factories and mines.
All the dangers that they face, paying with their lives."
Children first, children now!
It’s too late for when and how.
People we must understand, child labour it has to end.
Raise our voices, let’s all shout:------
Liefdesverdriet
Liefdesverdriet
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Join Date: Apr 2011
Posts: 123
#3
04-27-2011, 01:30:45 AM
Re: Diapertown USA continued. (tom2b is the name I have as author)
Here is the last chapter I have.
There is a Boy/Girl sleepover for Jordan.
Chapter 8
Time flew by, and before I knew it, it was Saturday, July 10th, the
day of Jenny's party. I had gotten up that morning with a soggy
diaper, which my mom quickly changed. I had a quickie breakfast (A
baba of orange juice and A bowl of cereal), got dressed, then headed
over to Diapertown's Cineplex, diaper bag in tow. Jenny was waiting
outside with Stacy, Kate, Mallory, and two other girls I didn't know.
"Bye Mom!" I said as I got out of the car.
"Bye my baby boy!" she replied.
"Aww…" all the girls said in unison. Apparently, they had heard the
last comment.
"Hey Jordan," said Jenny, giving me a hug. "I'm sure you remember
Stacy, Kaite, and Mallory from the beach."
"How could I forget them?" I replied, remembering how they changed my
poopy diaper that day. The girls just giggled.
"And the two you don't know are Amanda and Stephanie," said Jenny,
indicating to the two girls.
"Hey," I said to both of them.
"Hey," they replied.
"So Jenny," I said, "Are we waiting for someone else?"
"Well, there was one more girl who was supposed to be coming, but she
said she might be late, so we'll wait a few more minutes."
It seemed that Jenny had not seen Amanda and Stephanie in a while, so
while we were waiting outside for the last girl, they started talking
about what they had done over the summer. Jenny told them she had
been going to the beach a lot, and told them how they changed me
there on the beach, much to my embarassment. And of course Kate had
to throw the comment in, "He was really poopy!" The two other girls
just giggled and said "Aww…" Girls can be so simple-minded
sometimes. We waited another ten minutes, then we went in.
The movie was a romantic comedy, which I didn't mind. At some of the
romantic points in the movie, Kate (sitting on one side of me) or
Mallory (sitting on the other side of me) would put their heads on
my shoulder, smile, and sigh. I just played along. When the movie
ended, we went outside and waited for Jenny's mom, who drove us all
back to her house in their van. I again was sitting next to Kate,
and halfway to the house, she became very focused, and was making
little grunting noises. After she finished her "dirty business," the
car began to fill with the smell of pooped diaper. Some of the girls
were angry, but some of them found it funny, laughing or giggling.
"Kate, not again!" Stacy yelled from the row behind us. I was a bit
suprised.
"How did you know it was her?" I asked Stacy, curiously.
"Because," said Jenny, "Kate does this all the time!"
"Geez Kate," Jenny's mom said from the driver seat, "Did you poop
again?" Kate nodded with a large grin. "Alright everyone, roll down
your windows." Everyone quickly rolled down their windows, which
helped a little bit, but you could still tell there was a poopy
diaper in the car.
"You've been a very naughty girl for pooping your diaper in the car,"
I whispered to Kate.
"Ooh," she whispered back, "Maybe you should spank me." We both
started laughing hysterically, and everyone gave us weird looks, not
knowing what we were talking about. I had to poop too, but I didn't
have the audacity to do it in a friend's car. Kate was a little over
the edge sometimes, but I still thought she was cool.
When we got to the house, it was time for diaper changes. My urge to
poop had receeded, but I knew it would be back soon. "Come on you
stinker," Jenny's mom said to Kate. After she got her cleaned up,
she asked if anyone else needed changing. Stacy, Mallory, Jenny, and
Amanda raised their hands. Jenny's mom changed them one at a time,
then we all headed to the basement, taking our diaper bags with us.
We started out with a game called "Never Have I Ever." The game
worked like this: everyone puts up ten fingers. A person starts out
by saying, "Never Have I Ever…" and then says something that they
have never done. If you've done what they said they've never done,
you put down a finger. Then another person says something they've
never done, and we go around the circle. The game turned out to be
pretty fun. There were a few gag lines that were directed at certain
people. For instance, one time Jenny said, "Never have I ever pooped
in someone else's car," to which Kate replied, "If I had to put down
a finger for everytime I did that, I wouldn't have enough fingers!"
Everyone laughed at that line. At one point, Mallory said, "Never
have I ever drank from a baby bottle past age three." A few
embarassed fingers went down, including mine, and surprisingly,
Jenny's. Everyone was looking at her, "Yeah, I kept my bottle until
I was five." Feeling a bit sorry because she was so embarassed, I
said, "Yeah, I kept my bottle until I was about four and a half."
That was, of course, a lie, due to the fact that I still used my
baby bottle.
About half-way through the game, I heard footsteps coming down the
stairs. I turned to see a girl who seemed familiar. I believe she
was in my grade. She had baby blue eyes and light red, curly hair.
She wasn't skinny, but by no means was she fat either. She had with
her a baby pink diaper bag
"Hey Melanie," Jenny said to her, "Glad you could make it."
"Hey everyone," Melanie said, "Sorry I'm late, but I needed to get a
haircut."
"No problem," said Kate, "Come on, we're playing Never Have I Ever!"
"Ooh, I love that game!" Said Melanie, who decided to sit between
Jenny and Stephanie.
After a while, I could feel the poop welling up in my butt. I decided
just to let it go. I re-adjusted my position a bit, and let go.
Luckily, it was a small, soft load. Stephanie was the first to
notice.
"Yuck, did someone poo?"
"Yeah," said Mallory, "I smell it too. Kate?"
"Hey, I already unloaded today!"
Jenny, who was on the other side of me in the circle said, said,
"Yeah, it smells really close to me."
"Weird," said Amanda, who was sitting right next to me, "It smells
close to me." Oddly enough, I looked over to Melanie, her face was
turning crimson red.
"Melanie," asked Stacy, "Were you the poopetrator?" Melanie nodded
slowly.
"I think Jordan did a smelly too," said Mallory, who was sitting on
the other side of me.
"Yeah," I said admittently, "I did."
"Mom!" Jenny yelled up the stairs.
"What is it, dear?" her mom answered.
"We got two stinkers down here!"
"Alright, send them on up!"
Melanie and I walked up the stairs, taking our diaper bags with us.
Now that I was next to her, I could really smell poop. Her's must've
been a big load. We walked into the changing room. "Alright," said
Jenny's mom, "Who's first?"
"Well," I said indicating to Melanie, "Ladie's first." Melanie smiled.
Jenny's mom chuckled, "Ah, a gentleman. Alright, pants off Melanie."
Melanie pulled down her pants, and revealed something that really
surprised me, an Infabrief. As Jenny told me once before, kids
wearing Infabriefs were very uncommon in Diapertown. Jenny's mom
noticed I was fixated on Melanie's diaper. "Jordan, why don't you
pull your pants down and jump up on the other changing table."
"Oh," I said snapping back into reality, "Umm…sure." I pulled off
my pants, revealing my messy Infabrief. As was I earlier, Melanie
seemed interested in my Infabrief as her diaper was being untaped.
"Someone's been busy," said Jenny's mom. I glanced over to see that
Melanie did have a huge load. When they finished up, Melanie put her
short denim shorts (the kind that go half-way down your calves) back
over her clean Infabrief and ran downstairs. Jenny's mom then moved
over to me, and started un-taping my diaper. "Well, this isn't a big
load," she said to me, "You should be cleaned up in a jiffy." She
changed my diaper and I ran back downstairs.
The rest of the party was uneventful. We sat around and watched some
movies until about 6 or 7 o'clock, then we all went home. In bed
that night, I thought about a lot of things. One thing that came up
was Melanie. It was very interesting that she wore Infabriefs. Could
she be a TB? Nah, probably not. I was just getting my hopes up. I
thought a little more, then I finally fell asleep.
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