This story is written by Les Lea
To begin with I couldn’t get used to wearing the diaper. It felt huge between my legs, the whole thing crinkled if I moved and my boxers, which I wore over them, were just too tight to be comfortable. I tossed and turned as I tried to explain my predicament to Kenny and he came up with a very simple remedy.
“Take off your boxers.”
I was stunned at the suggestion and thought I probably wasn’t allowed to do that with another boy in my bed but Kenny was smiling and convinced this was such an easy way to sort out my problem.
“All this protection might take a bit of getting used to,” he said, “I’ve had plenty of time to get used to them but it’ll probably feel better if you just wear the diaper.”
I cautiously pulled at the waistband of my boxers and eased them off. Kenny was correct as I immediately felt less restricted, although I was still nervous of being all-but naked in bed with my friend. In the darkness we spoke some more and he told me that when the weather was warm he often just wore a diaper to sleep in… especially if his parents were worried about his periods of wetting. I nodded in agreement now that I felt a little less uncomfortable. He then said that as a youngster, he often fell asleep in front of the TV and his dad would scoop him up, carry him to his little bed, undress him, put him in his diaper, kiss him goodnight and leave him to sleep peacefully. He looked at me with those big, all embracing eyes and giggled nervously when he added that he wasn’t always asleep.
I asked when his dad stopped doing that but Kenny grinned, shyly turned to one side and admitted he still did it. I was shocked that his dad seemed to be OK with his spells of wetting and having his son still wearing diapers, and if the truth is known, a bit jealous of having a father who would do that for his boy. He said at home he has various lotions, creams and powders rubbed into his diaper area to stop him getting a rash and although now he could do those things himself, he preferred it when his parents did it for him. He said that he loved it when his dad took charge like that… it was like being a baby again. He said that they chuckled a lot and his dad made it into a game but it seemed that both his mum and dad were happy to do what was needed for their little boy.
Again I was stunned but I didn’t doubt a word of what Kenny said; he had a problem and his family were keen to make as little fuss as possible as it was just a part of Kenny’s life and not some huge drama. ‘Drama’ that was another word he emphasised. It wasn’t a ‘drama’. He wet… so what? In the Morrison household it was something that happened, you dealt with it and then got on with life. It was only a drama if you made it one, so why not make it a fun part of life? Kenny said that with his dad’s job as a fire-fighter and his mum’s work as a nurse, both had seen people in really awful situations so they should be thankful for what they had… and, according to them, bed-wetting didn’t represent a trauma or a drama.
Eventually, with all my questions answered, we both drifted off to sleep… him snug in his pink pajamas and protection, whereas I was surprisingly now much more comfy wearing only a disposable covered with a pair of thick plastic pants.
***
I woke up in the early hours desperate for a pee. I didn’t want to disturb Kenny, who was fast asleep and, although I was wearing my protection, I really didn’t want to wet myself. It still felt a little strange having the diaper fitting me so tightly but I carefully climbed out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. It felt weird standing in there wearing a diaper and plastic pants as I pointed my little penis at the bowl and I wondered what my mother would think if she saw me. The thought of peeing in my diaper had crossed my mind but, even standing at the bowl in full flow, I didn’t think I could have filled my disposable in that manner. However, once I’d finished, that particular thought disappeared and I was glad I had emptied my bladder in the ‘proper’ way and felt grateful for the relief.
As I returned to bed I could just make out Kenny’s outline in the moonlight. He must have moved a little as the sheet had fallen away from him exposing his pajama pants making his padded bottom really evident. The top of his disposable diaper clearly visible somehow made him look younger than he actually was but I was just glad to have my best friend with me. I cautiously climbed in beside him, desperately trying not to wake him up and found myself having to curl up, almost in his arms, to find a space to get comfortable again. Wearing only a diaper and a t-shirt to bed couldn’t have been that bad as once again I soon dropped off to sleep.
***
I woke up first. My friend, who was still fast asleep, had his arm draped across my waist and was breathing lightly into my face. I took a few moments to appreciate the vision in front of me but I could hear movement downstairs and knew that mum must be busy getting breakfast ready… and the phone was ringing.
As I got up Kenny sleepily stirred, stretching his arms and legs out in a huge morning yawn.
“Morning.” I nodded as I slipped from our bed to look for my clothes.
“Mmymmm…” he responded as he wiped sleep from his eyes.
As I tiptoed to my dresser in search of clean underwear Kenny asked if I was wet? I knew I wasn’t but instinctively felt down the front of my diaper. “No… I’m dry.” I paused then asked, “How about you?”
He looked a bit guilty as he nodded. There were no wet patches on his pajama pants so I suppose the protection had done its job, although I could tell he was a little disappointed that I hadn’t wet myself in the night like he had… and oddly enough, I felt like I’d somehow let him down. I stripped out of my plastic pants and diaper and pulled on a pair of briefs and shorts ready for the day ahead and asked if he wanted to have a shower or anything first. I wasn’t sure what he needed to do or even whether someone needed to come and change him. At that moment there was a knock on my bedroom door and my mum asking to come in. She didn’t wait for answer.
“Ah Kenny… that was your mum on the phone… asking if you could stay with us today and tonight as both your parents are dealing with emergencies. Your dad is at a big blaze so won’t be home today and your mum can’t get anyone at the hospital to change shifts with her.”
He looked at me and I was happy to have him stay another night. We both excitedly nodded.
“Good, I’ll call her back…. I hoped you’d be happy to stay a bit longer…I knew Simon would be.” She was just about to leave when she noticed Kenny’s padding.
“Are you wet?” she asked sympathetically.
“Mmmm… just a bit… but I haven’t leaked.” He defended himself.
“That’s alright Kenny… I know you have…” she didn’t finish that part of her sentence. “Do you need help changing?”
“No thank you Mrs Hudson… I’m all right… mmmm… do you have any baby powder… I think I’ve forgotten mine.”
“Yes, yes, I think we still have some in the bathroom. Show him Si while I get on with your breakfasts and let your mum know you’re happy to be staying with us.” She exited as swiftly as she arrived but I could hear her rousing Jake as she went on her way.
***
I took Kenny to the bathroom and showed him where everything was. There was all kinds of stuff in the cabinet and I was about to leave him to sort out what he needed to use after he’d had his shower when he asked me to get him a clean disposable from his backpack. By the time I arrived back, he was naked and about to climb into the shower. He asked me to wait until he’d finished and I assumed it was to stop Jake from barging in on him whilst he was busy cleaning himself up.
I sat on the toilet seat clutching a fresh diaper and a clean pair of clear plastic pants waiting for my friend to finish. Lying on the floor was his slightly discoloured diaper and plastic pants and I bent down, lifted them to my nose and inhaled. I’m not sure what I expected. I remember when Jake was a baby that diapers, pee and baby powder were the main smells in the house, so I wasn’t sure if Kenny’s wet diaper would be any different. There was only a very light smell of urine but what really got me was that they were still warm… and for some reason… I found that very exciting as my friend happily splashed under the shower. It didn’t take him long and soon had himself clean and dry. He asked me to spread the disposable out on the bathroom floor, which I did, and he lay out on it.
“OK,” he said, “get the powder and sprinkle it over me.”
I was taken by surprise by the request but like everything else that Kenny asked me to do… I did. I knew roughly the area that needed the powder so I had fun sprinkling loads all over him. We laughed as it seemed to be going everywhere as he rubbed it in. Eventually, after I’d given the container a huge squeeze, which sent a huge powdery cloud over Kenny’s belly, we thought there was enough of a coating to do the job. He then showed me how to pull the disposable tightly up between his legs, pull the sides firmly together and make sure the tapes fitted correctly so as not to let it sag. He stood up and gave me a little show as he paced up and down the bathroom like a model showing me what a good job I’d done… well at least it didn’t fall down. He then pulled on his clean plastic pants and we headed back to my bedroom for him to finish getting dressed. Like me he wore only a t-shirt and shorts ready for another hot day of playing out in the nearby fields.
We went down to breakfast where Jake was already absorbed in a cartoon on the TV as he ate his bowl of cereal. Kenny, who was holding a plastic bag containing his wet diaper, asked my mum where the best place to dispose of it was. She smiled, took it off him and said that she hoped he liked pancakes. They didn’t seem to be a problem as we both wolfed down the entire pile she had made.
***
Jake was happy with the news that Kenny would be staying with us for another night – I think he was still quite curious about all this diaper-wearing business. As we played I noticed him looking up the leg of Kenny’s baggy blue-checked shorts as we climbed trees, crawled in the grass and generally kept ourselves amused for the day. I have to say that I peeked a few times myself so my friend’s loose-fitting shorts provided another type of entertainment for both me and my brother. If Kenny knew, he didn’t seem to mind… I guess he was used to it… and us… by then.
When we went in for lunch I noticed that mum hadn’t actually got around to getting rid of Kenny’s used diaper, so, while she was dishing out the food I sneaked it up to my room and hid it. I’m not sure what I planned to do with it but I just wanted to keep that little bit of Kenny around for a while longer. I remember thinking how naughty I was being and wondered if I got caught, what mum would do. Would she shout, be ashamed, maybe even disgusted? Would I be punished in some way? I didn’t know… all I did know was that I wanted that diaper.
***
In the evening, because we knew mum had some catching up to do with work and needed a bit of peace and quiet to get it all done, we all played on my Xbox and watched a DVD in my room before it was time for bed. It had been a hectic day and despite pretending we boys were up for a late night, we were all pretty tired and ready for an early night. Jake had gone off earlier to get ready whilst Kenny and I played a bit more on the Xbox but he arrived back minutes later in his PJs and wanted a last turn. As he played we went off to the bathroom to brush our teeth and wash-up before bed.
Normally Jake is quite good at the games we had but he just wasn’t on the ball this time and kept losing. He got a bit crabby and moody so Kenny decided to tickle him to try and cheer him up. We both attacked him and in moments had the little guy rolling around the floor giggling and thrashing around trying to escape our poking and wiggling fingers. Unfortunately, with Kenny sat astride his chest and tickling under his arms and me tickling his un-socked feet, Jake had a little accident and peed himself… just a bit. I watched as the damp patch on his PJs spread and I told Kenny to hold off his tickle attack.
Kenny turned to see what the problem was and once he noticed looked back at Jake and as he got off him said sorry. Jake looked down at his wet patch and wasn’t sure what to do; tell mum, go to his room or rush to the bathroom. However, Kenny was already on it by offering him one of his disposable diapers if he wanted one. Jake looked horrified at the very idea but didn’t say anything only shook his head and ran off to his room. He must have thought we were going to make him have to wear it. I heard him slam the door.
***
That brought things to a close for the night and we decided it was bed time for us as well. Again Kenny was first to strip out of his shorts and t-shirt, quickly wrap himself in the disposable he’d offered to Jake, pull on his plastic pants, pajama bottoms and t-shirt and was already in bed before I even got started. I slowly climbed out of my day clothes and as I was doing that, wondered if I should get a diaper myself. I hadn’t been offered one but I knew that Kenny was happy the night before when I’d put one on. However, this time I simply pulled on my boxers and t-shirt and slipped in beside Kenny.
Clambering in behind him gave me the opportunity to draw him into my chest. There was no doubt that Kenny was lovely to cuddle up with and it brought back memories of when my scared little brother used to come and seek protection from the storm. As I put my arm around his waist, Kenny scuttled back and sighed as we were now like a pair of spoons. I cannot tell you how comforting it felt as his padded bum rested against my privates. It was nice to be able to feel the thickness and slippery covering as we lay so close together. In fact, this was loads better than wearing a diaper myself. Feeling my best friend in his cushioned protection slowly rubbing against my thin cotton underwear… well, I was in heaven, although innocent of the fact that this was the start of my own sexual awareness.
After a few minutes Kenny did something totally unexpected. He gently found my hand that was hugging his waist, pulled it up from the sheet that was covering us both and very tenderly kissed it. Then he found my thumb with his mouth and began softly sucking on it. I wasn’t sure what to do but as I was cheerfully pressed up against my best friend’s diapered bum, and every little movement from him gave me a thrill, I fell to sleep content at being his pacifier.
***
Again I woke up first. My hand was down the front of his pajama pants and I was slowly and unconsciously caressing his thick plastic covering. It felt soft, warm and silky and I snuggled up even more to my friend. I looked over his shoulder and saw that he was now sucking his own thumb and appeared to still be very much asleep. After a few minutes I needed to go to the toilet and thought that perhaps, had I been wearing last night’s protection, I might have just gone in them. However, I was only in my boxers so that wasn’t an option. I didn’t really want to stop gently stroking the front of his plastic pants, it just felt so pleasant, but the need to pee became stronger so I had to make the break.
When I returned Kenny was sat on the bed, he was still half asleep but had a half smile on his face.
“What are you smiling about?” I gently queried.
He pushed his hand inside the plastic protection and smiled again.
“I’m dry… and had the best sleep I’ve ever had.” He yawned. “I think I like sleeping with you… you’re much better than my plushies.”
I nodded in acknowledgement, if I still had my plushies I would be sleeping with them as well. Unfortunately, Jake took them when he was a baby and eventually, everything I had became his, such is having a younger brother. As I looked around for what to wear I noticed that Kenny had already piled some clothes on the bed next to him. I saw his clothes on the chair so knew that those on the bed must be mine.
He looked across at me, stretched and then added. “Can we swap clothes today?”
I wasn’t sure what to say… it was an odd request but he seemed enthusiastic on the idea. Yet, despite my ‘Erms’ and ‘buts and ‘ahhs’, he’d swiftly removed his night time outfit and was immediately pulling on my briefs, t-shirt and shorts. He obviously felt confident enough about having had a dry night that he thought he didn’t need his protection during the day. I just shrugged my shoulders in acceptance and went to get a clean pair of briefs for myself. Before I could do anything he passed me his warm diaper and plastic pants and motioned for me to put them on.
I shook my head but he just smiled that huge smile of his and said: “Go on… you be me today and I’ll be you.” I wasn’t sure about that idea but he was already having me step into the partly open disposable. “It’ll be fun.”
He quickly fastened the loose tapes into place then picked up the clear plastic pants and again assisted me into them. I wasn’t all that keen on this development but he was laughing and having such a good time getting me in to the things… and besides… it was all happening so quickly I had no time to protest. Finally, he finished dressing me by pulling his t-shirt over my head and handing me his loose-fitting blue checked shorts.
We stood in front of the mirror looking at our reflection and I have to say, I liked the two people who were staring back. He had his arm around my shoulder and I thought he looked pretty awesome dressed in my clothes. There was another sensation running through my ten year-old body and it could have been running through Kenny’s as well, we were being a bit naughty, a bit daring and we had this shared secret. I think this brought us even closer together. The thick diaper didn’t appear to show much under his baggy shorts so I wasn’t worried when he patted me on my padded bum, smiled and said.
“Well ‘Kenny’ let’s go down for breakfast.
This story is written by Les Lea
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