Across the Street
When I was 6 I used to get babysat by the lady who lived across the street from us. Her name was Barb and she had a 3-year-old son named Russell. I used to watch as Barb would change Russell's diapers and wished that I were wearing them too. One Wednesday that's exactly what I said, "I wish I was wearing diapers too." I said, sort of half wishing half day dreaming. I didn't even know that I had voiced my desire out loud until Barb turned to look at me. "You wish you were wearing diapers too huh? Well that's easily enough arranged." She said as she grabbed the waistband of my sweatpants and pulled them down around my ankles. She did the same with my underpants. I was stunned for a second and didn't know what to do. I couldn't believe that I had said that I wanted to wear diapers out loud. What I found even harder to believe was that Barb was about to fulfill my request. Before I had any more time to think, she pushed me backwards so that I started to fall onto the changing table but she grabbed hold of me to control my decent. Once I was positioned on the table Barb finished removing my sweats and underwear before pulling out a disposable diaper. She unfolded it and with one hand lifted my bum off the table by my legs while pushing the diaper under me with the other. After lowering my butt onto the diaper she sprinkled me with baby powder and pulled the front of the diaper snugly up between my legs before taping it into place. "There you are..." she commented, "Wish granted." She finished as she playfully swatted my diapered ass. The diaper was really tight and obviously wasn't made for someone my size, I was shocked that it even fit at all but at the same time I was thrilled to actually be wearing a diaper! I started to walk but the thickness of the padding between my legs forced them apart causing me to waddle. I turned to look at myself in the mirror. Looking back at me was a toddler, albeit a tall one but definitely not a six-year-old boy. I looked to be about 3 to 3 � my T- shirt didn't quite reach the top of my diaper and without any pants on I looked as though I should almost be wearing a diaper shirt with the snaps in the crotch to keep my T-shirt from riding up. Barb put Russell in his crib and led me to the kitchen. As soon as we arrived she firmly but gently, guided me to the highchair sitting by the kitchen table. She made me sit down and fastened the straps and tray in place to secure me in, I wouldn't be getting out of this highchair without her help. Next Barb produced a baby bottle of juice from the fridge and stuck the nipple in my mouth forcing me to drink the contents of the bottle. After I had finished the bottle Barb immediately replaced it with another one. Halfway through the second bottle I could feel my bladder beginning to strain with the intake of liquid. I tried to shuffle my weight to ease my discomfort, which only made things worse. I tried to take the nipple out of my mouth so I could tell Barb that I needed to pee but she kept moving the bottle, it was clear that she wasn't going to let me speak until I finished the second bottle as well. So I continued to suckle at the nipple of the baby bottle as the pressure built inside my bladder. I was almost finished drinking when my bladder suddenly gave out and as I moaned around the nipple in my mouth, I soaked the diaper as I finished the bottle. I was in heaven, I didn't even try to stop myself from peeing I just reveled in the sensations as the warm pee spread throughout the padding of the diaper. Barb put the bottle in the sink and removed the tray from the highchair to discover that I was peeing in my diaper. "So not only do you want to wear diapers you want to use them. Well if you want to pee in your diaper like a little baby I guess we need to get you some bigger diapers." She added, as urine began to trickle down my leg. Barb picked me up and took me to Russell's room, laid me on the changing table and quickly changed my soggy diaper. As soon as I was changed she bent down to check Russell's diaper to discover he was wet as well, after changing him she announced, "Well that does it, there's only one diaper left! Looks like we're going shopping." So Barb packed us into the car and headed off to the grocery store. I was halfway between the car and the store before I realized that I wasn't wearing anything over my diaper. Barb wasn't waiting for me as she carried Russell into the store leaving me no choice but to follow. She got a shopping cart and put Russell in the child seat and told me to walk along beside the cart. I waddled along hoping that I wasn't going to run into anyone I knew. After a few minutes in the store I could feel my bowels churning and my bladder filling up, I no longer cared if I ran into anyone I knew and was instead praying that I would make it out of the store before I was forced to use my diaper. We made straight for the baby supplies aisle and Barb began tossing things into the cart: powder, lotion, and a box of Pampers for Russell. She stopped one of the stock-boys and in a fairly loud voice asked, "Excuse me, what are the biggest diapers you sell? You see my six year old baby needs to have some diapers in his size!" The stock-boy turned to look at me, standing in my fully exposed and badly fitting diaper and T- shirt and gave me the hairy eyeball while sizing me up. I turned beet red with embarrassment and looked at the floor. I could feel the pressure building in my bowels and my bladder simultaneously. "I think that these toddler plus diapers should fit your 'baby'." The stock-boy offered. Barb thanked him and told me to grab a box and carry it through the store instead of putting it in the shopping cart. So I followed her as she wound her way through the grocery store's aisles, trying to ignore the looks I was getting from the other shoppers. The pressure in my bladder was getting critical, I was forced to walk slowly and deliberately or lose control of my bladder, I thought that my bowels would hold until we got to the car at least, or hopefully, the house. One lady with her son, who appeared to be approximately the same age as me, (I assume), pointed at me and said, "See?? Now if you don't smarten up right this minute I'll do the exact same thing to you and parade you around the whole neighborhood in nothing but diapers and a T-shirt." Having finished our shopping we went and stood in line at the checkout. There were about 5 people in line ahead of us. I had to shift my weight from one foot to the other and squeeze my legs together in order to keep from pissing myself. I put the box of Pampers down to alleviate some of the stress on my body. Ahead of us an elderly lady was taking what seemed like an eternity counting out every last penny to pay her grocery bill. When she had finally paid and collected her groceries. The next person was whisked through the till at breakneck speed. Barb looked at me and in a somewhat gruff voice ordered, "Pick up your diapers Mike." As I bent down to pick up my box of Pampers the pressure exerted on my bowels was more than they could take and as I began to stand up I froze� a short fart escaped from my sphincter immediately followed by a wave of poop. I looked around to see if anyone noticed that the back of my diaper was beginning to bulge. My feces pushed out between my butt cheeks and hit the padding of my tight diaper, spreading down towards my scrotum and across my butt. Barb was unaware of what was transpiring and only saw that I was not moving, so she tugged me along by my arm. As soon as she pulled me I lost what little control I had left over my bladder and began soaking the front of my diaper as I was simultaneously filling the back of it. I shuffled along behind Barb, messing and wetting myself as I went. Fortunately there was only one person left ahead of us but unfortunately, as Barb was putting our shopping on the conveyor belt, my small diaper absorbed as much urine as it could handle. Pee began to trickle from my diaper around the leg gathers and down my legs just as Barb bent down to pick up my box of diapers. Barb sniffed the air as she stood up, confirming her notion that I wasn't just wetting myself. She turned to the cashier, "I'm sorry, but my baby's diaper is leaking. Do you have a mop handy?" The cashier looked at Russell and not seeing any noticeable wetness was about to say something when she turned her attention to me, standing in a small puddle, wetness glistening on my legs. She grabbed her microphone as Barb removed my T-shirt leaving me wearing nothing but an obviously wet and messy diaper and shoes. The cashier called, "Cleanup at till 2." Calmly into her microphone and shot me a dirty look as she rang our groceries through the till. Barb was using my T-shirt to mop up the puddle my leaky diaper had caused. When she was finished she just threw it into the shopping cart, paid the cashier and dragged me out of the store. As we walked to the car I could feel my poop shift down lower into the crotch of my diaper and mix with my urine with every step causing my diaper to leak even more, but now it was starting to leak poop as well as pee. Barb was saying, "Well I guess you really are a baby!! Not only do you wet yourself in the middle of the grocery store but also you poop in your diaper and make a huge mess. I guess you really should be in diapers if you can't even tell me that you need to go poop, instead you just decide to poop in your diaper just like a little baby." Brown streaks were running down my legs as we got to the car. She put Russell into his car seat and put the groceries in the trunk. Before she closed the trunk she pulled out a big garbage bag and put it on the passenger seat saying, "Well if you like pooping in your diapers so much you can just wear them until we get home!" She made me sit on the garbage bag, squishing my poop against my ass and anywhere else it could go once it had filled my butt cheeks to capacity. It spread forward until it engulfed my scrotum completely, I was sure that the diaper was about to burst (not being designed to contain that much) but it didn't. I had to admit to myself though, that aside from the horrible smell I liked pooping in my diaper. Barb rolled down ALL the windows and we headed home. When we pulled into the driveway Barb immediately told me, "You stay right where you are while I take Russell into the house." I did as I was told, taking the time to survey the damage. The garbage bag I was sitting on had done a good job containing the mess that my diaper hadn't and I was sitting in a small pool of urine and feces. Barb came out a few moments later and opened the car door saying, "I want you to go stand in the back yard until I come and get you, understood?" I nodded and got up from my puddle, waddling my way towards the back yard. As I walked I felt the load in the back of my diaper slide off my ass and drop into the crotch of the diaper, making it even harder to walk. I stood in the back yard for several minutes before Barb came out. She looked at me and said, "You are one dirty baby, lets see about getting you cleaned up and into a fresh diaper huh?" With that said she ripped open the tapes letting my diaper fall to the ground with a thud, just before turning the hose on me. I yelped as the cold water hit me washing the poop and piss into the grass. Once she was convinced that she had washed most off my mess off of me she led me by the hand to the bathroom and put me in the bath to finish the job. After she finished scrubbing me Barb toweled me off and led me to the living room. Russell was sitting in his playpen sucking on a bottle and I noticed that his changing pad was lying in the middle of the floor, right next to it was my box of Pampers. Without having to be asked, I walked over and lay down on the changing pad so Barb could diaper me, she seemed a little bit impressed by this but didn't say anything. She opened the box of diapers and unfolded one of them before lifting me by my feet to slide it under my ass. Next she dusted me liberally with baby powder before taping the diaper in place. The first thing that the two of us noticed was how much better these diapers fit me as opposed to Russell's. They fit me perfectly it was almost as if they were made to fit me. I stood up and checked myself out turning this way and that, while Barb did the same. "Well those diapers certainly fit you much better than Russ'," she commented, "Are you thirsty?" I was and told her so. Barb led me into the kitchen and in one quick movement picked me up and put me in Russell's highchair. She bound me in with the straps before putting the tray in place, effectively locking me in. She went to the fridge and pulled out a baby bottle full of juice and handed it to me. I put the nipple in my mouth and drank the bottle dry without a second thought. To my surprise Barb quickly handed me another one, as I began to drink it Barb walked out of the room. As I continued to drink the juice I suddenly felt my bladder getting quite full, just then I heard the front door. I looked at the clock; it read 5pm, "Oh no!!" I thought to myself�mom will be getting home any minute and here I am sitting in a highchair in Barb's kitchen wearing nothing but a diaper. I was beginning to panic, I was strapped into the highchair unable to get out and my bladder was rapidly filling up, if I didn't get out of the chair soon I'd have no choice but to wet my diaper. Just then I heard the front door again, I could also hear muffled voices Barb was talking to someone. Barb came in to the kitchen and released me from the highchair saying, "It just occurred to me what time it was. You'd probably like to get those diapers over to your house before your mom or dad get home wouldn't you?" I sure would I thought to myself, as I headed towards the living room I started peeing. I stopped in my tracks, spread my legs a little and soaked myself. "Would you like some help carrying your things over to the house?" Barb asked. I replied, "Thanks, that'd be great." "Good, I'll help you carry it then." My mother said as she stepped into view. If I hadn't been pissing myself already I definitely would have started right then. I just stood there spread-legged peeing in my diaper unable to say a word. "I wouldn't want you to forget anything." Mom added as she bent over and picked up my box of Pampers, "Besides, it looks as though someone needs a diaper change anyway." She grabbed me by the hand, turned to thank Barb and led me across the street. I waddled along behind her as fast as my soaked diaper would allow. Once inside the house mom looked at me, standing in the family room wearing nothing but a very wet diaper. "Barb told me everything," she began, "So you want to wear diapers and act like a baby?? Well that's exactly what you're going to get!" continued mom as she tapped her foot and looked at me. "Follow me." She said and led me up to my room where she opened my underwear drawer and removed all my underwear and threw it into my garbage can. "You won't be needing these anymore�" she added as she threw the last pair into the trash. Mom began filling the drawers with the Pampers that Barb had purchased for me. Once the box was empty mom had me sit down on my bed while she went to the washroom, moments later she returned with a damp washcloth. "Lie down." Mom ordered, as I lay back she quickly popped the tapes of my diaper and pulled the front down and began cleaning me with the washcloth before rolling up the soaked diaper and throwing it on top of the pile of underpants in the trash. She immediately unfolded a new diaper and spread it out underneath my hovering bottom, then mom dusted me with baby powder that she must have gotten from Barb, pulled up the front of my diaper and taped me snugly in. "Now, put on some pants and a shirt, we're going shopping." I must've tried 3 pairs of pants on before I found a pair that would go over my diaper. I heard mom calling me from downstairs so I quickly threw on a T-shirt and headed down to her. No sooner than I got downstairs did mom usher me into the car and we headed off to the mall. Little did I know it but mom and Barb had this all planned, Barb had known about my desire to be diapered and babied since she first watched me with Russell. More than once she had noticed me watch as Russell wet himself then when I thought nobody was watching, I'd wet myself just before jumping in the sprinkler. Apparently Barb must have noticed the time that I stole two of Russell's clean diapers and told mom that I had taken them home to wear. I was so lost in thought that I didn't even notice that we had arrived at the mall until mom told me to get out of the car. Mom took me by the wrist and led me into the mall. A quick glance at the directory and we were off. We went past all the toy stores, the music stores, the candy stores and straight into Sears. Once in Sears mom found another directory and like a shot she was off to destination unknown with me in tow. I probably should have guessed where we were headed but it took me until we were actually in the baby department at Sears that I knew what we were here for. We were walking up and down the aisles, mom looking at various styles of furniture when a salesman approached and asked, "May I help you, ma'am?" Mom turned and looked at him and said, "Yes, you may. I'm looking for a highchair, changing table, crib and playpen for my baby here." Both the salesman and I did a double-take upon hearing mom refer to me as a baby. But to his credit (or the store's) he instantly regained his composure and led us over to the highchairs. "I think that you will find these chairs to your satisfaction, but first I think that we should take some measurements of your 'baby' to make sure that he doesn't outgrow your purchase in the next 2 months." Mom nodded her head in agreement and the salesman produced a tape measure and proceeded to measure me from head to toe, stopping only briefly when his hand came into contact with the diaper under my pants. Having completed all his measurements he directed us towards the largest of the highchairs to try out while he went into the back to try and find a crib and playpen that would accommodate me. After trying out a couple of highchairs we found one that both mom and I seemed to agree on, a nice tall, old-fashioned, oak highchair large enough to hold me for several years to come (if it came to that). The salesman appeared just as mom had put the tray back on effectively trapping me in the chair. "I think I've found a crib for you in the back if you'd like to come and have a look." He said as mom did up the highchair's straps completely trapping me in the chair until such time as she saw fit to release me. "Now you be a good baby and I'll be back in a minute." Mom said as she kissed me on the cheek and followed the salesman into the back. The salesman looked a little apprehensive about leaving me in the highchair while he and mom went to look at the crib but just shrugged his shoulders and led the way. I sat in the highchair looking around the store trying to keep myself entertained as well as sort out what was happening. I reflected back on my day, school was normal for grade 2, I waited in the schoolyard for Barb to come and pick me up when school was out. The walk home seemed normal; Barb's house was normal. We went in to the nursery Barb was changing Russell's diaper, when suddenly I said, "I wish I was wearing diapers too." That was it, that's where my life suddenly changed from your average 6 year old's to an average 1 year old's. It was now that I realized that I had gotten my wish and more. I was going to be a baby again for at least the next year. "Alright!!!!" I thought to myself I'm going to be a baby for at least a year, that means no more toilets (hopefully) and no toilets means: diapers!!! I just wasn't sure how far mom was going to take this, would she make me wear diapers to school? Just then mom and the salesman came walking back towards me both of them chattering away. "No, I think that will be perfect." Mom continued as she approached me and began undoing the straps on the highchair. "And I think this chair will do excellently as well." The salesman nodded his head in agreement as mom helped me out of the highchair. "Now I think the only other thing we need is a diaper bag and possibly a changing pad, Oh and of course clothes." It was decided that clothes should be the next order of business, mom found onesies, and a couple of pairs of overalls that had snaps up the inside of the legs and the crotch for easier diaper changes. The overalls didn't look too babyish and had ample room in the seat to accommodate bulky diapers. Satisfied, mom had the salesman lead us over to a large assortment of diaper bags of all shapes and sizes. Mom turned and asked me, "See any you like? After all, they are going to hold your diapers." After finding one I liked and a changing pad to match the three of us headed towards the cash registers to ring up our sale. "Now when can we expect the furniture?" "Tomorrow, whenever it's convenient for you. Although you can take the highchair right now if you would like." answered the salesman. "Well can we pick it up in a little while? We have a little more shopping to do." Replied mom. The salesman nodded his head in agreement and rang up the sale. After mom had paid she led me back out to the food court where we sat down and had a burger and fries. Mom bought me a large pop and didn't get herself a drink; she occasionally took sips out of mine. Halfway through the pop I could feel the effects of all the other fluids I had consumed during the day. I took a big sip and leaned back in my chair as I began peeing in my diaper right in the middle of the mall (mind you malls weren't as busy back then, they hadn't developed into hangouts yet). We continued our meal as I continued to wet myself. Mom looked happier than she had in a long time; maybe she wanted to baby me as much as I wanted to be babied. Maybe she missed having a baby around the house� I was pulled out of my little daydream as mom stood me up and pulled my pants down a little. "Just let mom check your diaper�" mom cooed as she stuck her fingers between my leg and the diaper's cuff. "Just as I thought that diaper is soaked, it's a wonder it's not leaking." We got up and we headed towards the nearby drugstore. Mom got a shopping cart and gently put me in the seat. It was a useless gesture though; the added pressure of the small seat combined with the quantity of urine inside the diaper was enough to cause a slow leak. I felt the warm, soggy padding shift and slurp as mom placed me in the seat. When my full weight was brought down on the padding I could feel the wetness trickle its way down my legs along the back of my sweat pants. Mom quickly made her way through the store straight to the baby- care aisle. Into the cart went 3 Boxes of Pampers Toddler Plus diapers, 2 containers of baby powder, lotion, several pacifiers, a half-dozen baby bottles and 2 boxes of 'brand new' baby wipes. I asked mom why so many boxes of diapers and she replied, "That's not so many, one to finish filling up your drawers, one to go to Barb's house and one for school." "I have to wear them to school?" I asked rhetorically "Yes," mom replied, "you are going to wear them everywhere; at home, at Barb's at your friend's houses and at school. You're going to wear diapers 24/7 for as long as I decide." We wheeled up to the cashier who started ringing everything through and had to comment on all the baby items, "Do you have a new baby in the family?" Mom just looked at her and retorted, "No I have an old baby in the family, 6 years old is old for a baby isn't it? Now could you kindly speed things along we need to get out of here his diaper is leaking." The cashier's eyes went wide with the combination of mom's last remark and the sight of mom pulling me out of the shopping cart with my ass towards the cashier with the round dark wet patches on my sweat pants from where my diaper had leaked on full display. Of course as mom was lifting me out of the shopping cart the waistband of my sweatpants got caught on the cart, pulling my pants down to my knees and fully exposing my leaky diaper. We quickly exited the store and mom changed my diaper right in the middle of the mall. This got a few strange looks from the other shoppers in the mall but for the most part everybody just went about their business. Unfortunately my diaper had leaked into my sweatpants and mom refused to let me wear them so I had to waddle through the mall with my Pampers on full display (I wasn't thrilled about that). We went and collected the highchair and headed to the car. Once we had everything inside we got in and headed home. When we got home mom had me sit on the couch while she unloaded the car. She set the highchair up in the kitchen then called me over to her. "Could you take this box of Pampers over to Barb's and ask her to come over here when she's free?" I nodded my agreement and grabbed one of the boxes of diapers and waddled across the street painfully aware of my lack of pants with my diapers on full display and crinkling with every step. I knocked on Barb's door and heard a muffled, "Come in�" I let myself in and stood in the living room waiting while Barb finished changing Russell's diaper in the other room. She came in with Russell on her hip and began to greet me stopping in mid sentence when she saw the box of Pampers. I seized the moment of silence to inform her, "Mom asked me to bring this box of diapers over to you and ask you to come over to our house when you're free." "Well I'm free now." Barb replied her facial expression showing that the fact I was still wearing diapers had not escaped her at all. We went back to my house as mom was returning from upstairs, "Hi Barb," mom began, "Well it seems that since Michael seems to like wearing diapers and acting like a baby so much that we should treat him like one. I've decided that from now on (until I decide otherwise) that he will be wearing diapers 24/7." She was filling a baby bottle with grape juice while she talked, screwed the lid on and sat on the couch with me beside her as she fed it to me. "He's not going to be using the toilet at all, for any reasons," mom continued, "I hope that changing Mike's diapers and treating him like a baby won't be to much for you or the school nurse�" she added. "Tomorrow I'm going to have to speak to her, Michael's teacher and principal when I bring him to school along with another box of Pampers." I was listening to this with a little trepidation, the nurse I could understand but I didn't want my teacher or the Principal told about my diapers. Just the thought of it was enough to make me start to wet myself. 'Strange' I thought to myself, I didn't remember feeling the need to pee and as suddenly as I began to soak my diapers I felt my stomach churn and I suddenly needed to poop too. I tried briefly to stop the stream of urine but once I was peeing I always found it next to impossible to stop and rather than fight against it I pushed a little causing me to flood the front of my diaper while simultaneously filling the back of it. Seeing no other option I continued to drink from the bottle, spreading my legs a little to make room as I pushed the rest of the warm poop into my diaper. Barb was saying, "Isn't that a little drastic?" when the smell emanated from my diaper. Mom snorted, "If Michael wants to wear diapers then I'm going to see to it that he does indeed wear them and we'll see if after a few months whether or not his interest in diapers has remained. So if he's going to wear them he's going to wear them 24/7 and use them for their intended purpose just like anyone else who wears diapers would." Mom paused for a moment; the room was starting to smell strongly of poop. She got up and told me to bring her the changing pad, wipes, baby powder and a fresh diaper and went back to her conversation with Barb. I 'ran' upstairs to fetch the diaper changing supplies, actually I waddled. The padding had expanded with my pee and my poop caused the crotch of my diaper to sag but with every step I took my poop squished up against my butt making walking almost a chore. I grabbed everything and stuffed it into my diaper bag and headed back to the living room. As I entered the room Barb was saying, "Well that should be interesting�" making me wish that I had heard the entire conversation, especially when she turned to me with a sly grin on her face. Slightly nervous, I handed the bag to mom who spread out the changing pad and told me to lie down. As I sat on the pad the mess in the back of my diaper was forced into every nook and cranny it could find in both the diaper and my anatomy. The feeling of lukewarm poo spreading its way into my ass crack and around my balls was not as unpleasant to me as I would have thought. I lay back and mom quickly went to work changing my diaper. She paid extra special attention to making sure I was poop free before powdering me and re-diapering me. Mom decided that it was pretty late and with everything that had gone on today that it was time for me to go to bed, "I'm just going to put Mike to bed, I'll only be a minute." Barb nodded and said goodnight to me as I waddled through the kitchen and upstairs. Mom stopped in the kitchen and said, "I'll be up in a minute." So I climbed the stairs and headed for my bed. Mom came in a minute later with a baby bottle of warm milk, "Well you've had a pretty busy day so I'll bet you're probably really tired." She had a point I was fairly tired. She slipped the nipple of the bottle into my mouth whispering, "You've got a big day ahead of you tomorrow too." "Are you really going to make me wear diapers to school?" I asked from around the nipple. "Yes, I am. You wanted to wear diapers so you're going to wear diapers and people who wear diapers wear them all the time, all day and all night, everyday." While I sucked on my bottle mom gave me a kiss on the forehead and turned out the light. -The next morning- I woke up as mom was coming into my room. I didn't remember finishing off the bottle but it was lying beside me completely empty. I also noticed something else, I was wet, I didn't remember waking up in the middle of the night nor did I remember having to pee at all before going to sleep but when mom pulled the covers back asking, "How's my little baby, did you sleep well?" I saw that my diaper was not the crisp white color that they are when you take them out of the box but instead was a dull whitey-yellow that they are after they've been peed in. I looked up at mom and said, "I'm wet, but ya I did sleep well." And for the first time in quite a while I didn't have to urgently pee when I woke up. Mom changed me into a dry diaper and found me some clothes to wear (I hoped that no one would notice the snaps up the inside of my legs) and we headed downstairs for breakfast. I had a bowl of Frosted Flakes for breakfast and mom had a cup of coffee and a Danish. While eating my cereal I had to pee so I let go and wet my diaper. I didn't pee that much (which means that I definitely peed my diaper while I slept) but it was enough to make it noticeable to me (back in those days Pampers had yet to make the stay- dry top sheet so when you wet your diapers you could feel the wetness, god how I miss those diapers). So after I finished my cereal I told mom that I had peed my diaper, which she quickly changed (those snaps in the crotch sure do make changes easier) and got me ready for school. We headed out to the car and under mom's arm was one of the boxes of Pampers. We arrived at the school earlier than most of the other kids (thankfully) not out of compassion for me but necessity as mom had little time to talk to the nurse, Principal and my teacher Ms. Thomas before she also had to be at work. Our first stop was the office where Mr. Pollard the principal was already waiting for us (mom must have phoned yesterday). I was made to wait outside while he and mom went into his office to talk. I felt a little uncomfortable sitting in the office with a box of Pampers on the seat next to me. The feeling got even worse as the secretary came in and hung up her coat. The secretary looked at me and saw the box of diapers sitting beside me and started saying, "Good morning Mike, why do you have a box of dia�" before she was cut off by mom and Mr. Pollard coming out of the principal's office. Mr. Pollard was saying, "�Well I don't think that will be too much of a problem. Do you know where the nurse's office is?" Mom nodded her response and came over and put her arm around me. "Well you can just drop those diapers off in there and go up and see Ms. Thomas. I'm afraid that Nurse James doesn't usually get here until 9am." Mom replied, "Then I'll just have to give Michael a note to give to her before he goes to class." Mr. Pollard snorted, "Well I'll have a word with her as well, just in case." "Thank you Principal Pollard." Mom said as we headed out of the main office. We went to the nurse's office and put the box of Pampers inside then we headed for my classroom. As we climbed the school stairs I became paranoid that the rustling of my diapers was clearly audible and that anyone within 5 feet could hear them. I was also trying my best not to waddle, which I think actually added to the noise my diapers were making. Ms. Thomas was a tall pretty woman in her late 30's. She was very nice and I considered her my favorite teacher although in grade 2 I hadn't had too many. She was sitting behind her desk when mom knocked on the door jam. She looked over and greeted us with a friendly smile combined with a look of concern, "Mrs. Copeland, Mike, is there something the matter?" Mom stuttered for a moment not knowing where to begin. "Ms. Thomas, I'm not sure how to say this but I've discovered a new side to Michael." "A new side?" Ms. Thomas repeated, looking even more concerned. "Well�" mom continued, "I've discovered that Michael likes to wear diapers." She paused for a moment trying to gauge Ms. T's (referred to here on as Ms. T) reaction. Ms. T looked at me, then mom and back to me again. Attempting to regain her composure she asked, "Is that all?" Mom shook her head and added, "Since I found out that he wants to wear diapers I, with your principal's permission intend to keep him in diapers 24/7 including at school and with the assistance of Nurse James, use them for their intended purpose. Now I have no intention of telling you how to run your class but Michael is to see Nurse James at recess every day to have his diaper checked or changed. He will be having lunch at my babysitter's house who already knows of his situation. She will return him to school for the afternoon classes but before the end of lunch hour Michael is to return to Nurse James' office for a check/change. I just hope that this won't cause too many problems or headaches for you or your class." Ms. T looked back and forth between mom and myself as all this was sinking in. At last she smiled and said, "You needn't have gone to all this trouble, I'm perfectly capable of changing Mike's diapers if necessary." Mom thought about that for a second, "That's very nice of you to offer but I wouldn't want to impose and wouldn't have even considered putting that sort of a burden on you." "Well thank you but it wouldn't be an imposition at all. I'd be more than happy to take care of Mike's diapering needs while he's at school; after all I'd be forced to if the need arose during a field trip� Besides, I can store Mike's diapers in 'my little office' right back here." All of this was just whipping by me but Ms. T offering to change my diapers was completely unexpected. I didn't know what to say (not like I had any say in the matter in any event); fortunately I didn't have to say anything. Mom said, "Well you definitely have a point." Then she turned to me and asked, "Will you go downstairs and get your box of diapers and bring them up here?" it was not a question even though it sounded like one. I went downstairs. When I reached the first landing I could see that other kids were starting to arrive and begin playing before school, I had better be quick. I got to the nurse's office and didn't see anyone I knew (most of the kids I knew wouldn't set foot in the school until the bell rang anyway). I picked up the box of Pampers and stood there for a moment. What had I gotten myself into? Yesterday seemed pretty normal until I got to Barb's but now I was wearing diapers to school and mom had just given my teacher permission to change and diaper me. I turned around and headed upstairs almost in a state of shock carrying a box of Toddler Plus Pampers. I didn't run into a single person on my way back to class (my luck seemed to be holding). When I walked into the classroom Ms. T told me to shut the door and asked me to follow her into her office/storage room. When she spoke again she said, "You can hand that box of diapers to me now," she took the box from me and placed it on a shelf before turning to indicate a low table against the wall, "and this is where I'll be changing you. Are you wet now?" As she asked this she hoisted me onto the table and was about to pull down my pants when she noticed the snaps going up my legs and popped a few snaps instead. Now I was definitely in a state of shock. Ms. T stuck her fingers inside the leg cuffs of my diaper to see if I was wet. "Nope, I guess you're dry for now," She said in a low but sweet voice adding, "that's OK there will be plenty of soggy diapers for me to change." She did up my snaps and scooted me back into the classroom. "Now we shouldn't have a problem with the rest of the class finding out about your diapers unless�" she paused for effect, "unless you poop in class. Pee isn't that noticeable but poop is. If you pee yourself you should be fine until recess, lunch or after school without anyone noticing but if you mess in your diaper people are going to smell it in no time at all. My advice to you is if you can possibly avoid it don't poo yourself in class; wait until recess or lunch and preferably until after the other kids have left. OK?" she smiled down at me, which made me feel a whole lot more comfortable. "Now go outside and play until the bell rings or someone will think something's up." So I went outside. I used the side entrance to the school so no one would know that I had been inside at all. I tried to run out to where my friends and I usually played but running was something that I was going to have to practice doing in diapers so I tried to stroll as best I could. The first person I ran into was Quentin; he was my best friend, and the guy I trusted more than anyone. I had told Quentin a fairly long time ago about my desire to wear diapers. I never dreamed that mom would put me back in them nor would I be wearing them 24/7. "Yo Mike." Quentin called out as he saw me. "Hey man." I responded. "Did you ask your mom about me sleeping over this weekend?" "No man, but I'll ask her when she gets home from work tonight." I had actually asked her about the sleepover and she said yes but that was before I started wearing diapers again. I wasn't sure if mom would let me have a sleepover now that I was in diapers, I also wasn't sure that Quentin would want to stay over once he discovered that I was wearing them. "You wanna come over to my place for lunch?" inquired Quentin, "its closer than your house so we'd have more time to play. I know my mom wouldn't mind." I was just about to say sure when I remembered that I was supposed to go to Barb's for lunch, "I don't think so man, mom made arrangements with Barb across the street, I'm supposed to go to her house for lunch." "Why do you have to go over to her house? Don't you have to go there after school if you're not over at my house?" He prodded. I just shrugged my shoulders, "How should I know?" Quentin and I were about to play on the monkey bars when the bell rang so we headed for the school. We usually went in from the kindergarten entrance, every time we went by the kindergarten classroom I stared in at the stack of disposable diapers that was over by the window remembering when we were in kindergarten and I used to deliberately wet my pants during naptime so I would get put in diapers. It got to the point where I would be diapered just before naptime everyday for the rest of the year. But this time I didn't take my usual hard look at the diapers I just walked past the classroom and headed for the stairs up to our classroom. I wasn't paying attention but subconsciously Quentin noticed that I didn't look. We got to class shortly before the second bell rang and took our seats. Quentin sat right behind me, Allison (who was another of my friends, this time through my mother) sat in front of me and Sean sat on my left. Ms. T called the class to order and read out the role call. I noticed that Allison was fidgeting all throughout role call and guessed that once again she had 'forgotten' to go to the washroom before class as she frequently did, and if Ms. T called her for anything other than her name she would wet her pants. It was October and it had already happened 4 times. I whispered to Allison, "Don't tell me you 'forgot' again�" In response Allison just nodded. "Well you'd better ask to go to the washroom cause if Ms. T calls on you, you know what's going to happen. "She won't let me go." Allison whispered back. "With your track record? She's got to." I finished, just as Ms. T turned her gaze on me with the look of 'I almost caught you'. I wasn't about to raise my hand to ask if Allison could go to the washroom so I kept my mouth shut. Our first lesson was math, not one of my favorite subjects but I wasn't bad at it. It was one of the subjects that got about a quarter of the class up to solve a problem on the chalkboard though. I felt bad for Allison, chances were that she would get picked and as soon as she started walking towards the board out would come the first trickle provided she didn't just soak herself as soon as her name was called. If she made it to the board however, she wouldn't get further than simply picking up the chalk before she lost control and began peeing herself. I was so busy worrying about Allison that I didn't notice that I was already peeing myself. My mind drifted back to reality about halfway through me soaking my diaper and just as my name was being called to go up to the board. I slowly stood up and tried to walk as if nothing was wrong, as I continued peeing uncontrollably. I hoped that no one could hear my diaper crinkling as I walked up to the board. I was halfway through the math problem when I was hit by a stray thought: what if my diaper leaked? I froze for a second as the last little dribble was soaking into my diaper. I was terrified at the thought of my diaper leaking after seeing how the class tore into Allison every time she peed her pants but I couldn't put my hand down to check, that would be a dead giveaway. My only choice was to finish the problem and get back to my desk. After I finished the question I walked back and eased myself into my seat afraid of making a splat as I sat in my soggy diaper. As my weight applied pressure to the padding I could feel some of my urine being displaced and looking for other space to occupy in the confines of my diaper. I could smell the faint scent that only wet Pampers make and hoped that no one else could smell it or recognize it. I tried to discretely check my pants with one hand to see if I leaked and breathed a sigh of relief that I hadn't. Suddenly Allison raised her hand, "Ms. T? May I go to the washroom?!?" she asked. Ms. T knew Allison's plight and agreed. Allison returned a few minutes later and from my vantage point I could see that there was a small wet spot where she had begun to wet herself. Fortunately for her no one else noticed it. Math finished and next was silent reading. We all sat and read quietly until it was time for recess. All through silent reading I was trying desperately not to move a muscle of my lower body for fear that in the brutally quiet room everyone would surely hear my diaper. But as far as I knew no one heard me and the next thing I knew the bell was sounding for recess. Ms. T asked to talk to me for a second as the rest of the class scrambled out. I noticed that Allison's wet patch had tripled in size since she sat down but I didn't say a word. I called out to Quentin; "I'll catch up with you in a minute." As soon as the rest of the class had left Ms. T turned to me leading me towards her 'office' and said, "You wet your diaper didn't you?" I shook my head and said, "Yes, I was peeing when you called me to the board."