This story is written by Les Lea
Sunday morning was always a big breakfast morning! At the table mum didn’t even notice the switch. If she did she never mentioned it or gave a look of disapproval as we tucked into the filling meal. She hoped that Kenny had had a goodnight’s sleep, I think she was trying to find out if he’d wet or not, but I got a nudge and a smile from Kenny for me to answer, after all, I was now Kenny! Mum was busy and had her back to me as I answered nervously that it was a dry night so… no leaks. She nodded in acknowledgement and carried on with her washing–up or whatever she was doing at the sink. It was a strange feeling being padded at my own table and I had to wriggle in my seat to try and get comfortable, I felt sorry for Kenny if this was how he felt all the time when he was diapered even though he said he was used to it. However, despite that initial feeling, there was something, a connection, that I liked and the special bond we had was growing as I became more at ease in my new underwear.
Throughout breakfast he had a huge grin on his face… bigger than usual… he looked so happy. We managed to answer my mum’s questions and as often as I could I’d answer as Kenny and he answered for me, Jake had no idea what was going on. After breakfast we played outside and had a game of kick about. We had a decent sized garden and we backed onto some fields so had plenty of space. Kenny was a very good soccer player he was even in the school team. Unfortunately, I liked the game but had no skill so it was more kick and run for me and Jake… although he was slightly better at it than me. Some of my brother’s school friends arrived and soon we had a bunch of kids kicking and screaming their heads off as we charged around after the ball. The thickness between my legs was a constant reminder I was wearing something of Kenny’s but it seemed less uncomfortable when I ran about than when I had been sitting down. Kenny (or perhaps that should be Simon) was very attentive and often seemed to be checking and stroking my bottom as we tackled each other or even just coming into contact as we went for the ball. He looked to be enjoying the fact that I was padded and in his worn diaper because, with his wonderful smile, he kept asking me how I was feeling. With all the constant running around I had to keep jerking my shorts up as they kept sliding down the plastic pants. Often the diaper bunched up and needed to be hoisted back into a more comforting position but I just did these things automatically. All the kids must have seen my ‘protection’ but no one reacted; perhaps they were waiting until they were out of earshot before they commented.
Neither mum nor the neighbors seemed to be bothered about the noise as more kids from the estate appeared from nowhere and got involved. We’d never had this many people at our house, even if Jake did seem to know everyone, and it was funny that some of them were calling me Kenny and calling Kenny Simon because that’s what we were shouting to each other. I know it stupid but we laughed every time someone got our name wrong (or should that be right?).
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Towards lunchtime the gang began to thin out and even Jake disappeared with a couple of his friends over to a neighbors house. Despite the big breakfast we were both hungry after the hectic game and made our way to the kitchen to see if mum had prepared anything. Just as we got to the door a car pulled up and it was Kenny’s mum coming to collect him. He waved to her and she waved back and within moments she was hugging and kissing her son and asking if he’d been a good boy. I noticed that as they spoke she patted his bottom, to check his diaper I suppose, but he whispered something to her and she smiled and kissed the top of his head. My mum came out to greet her and whilst they chatted we went off to my room to get his things.
Mum had already re-made my bed so the place was pretty tidy consequently, all he had to do was roll up his unused sleeping bag and shove a few of his things away in his backpack. I checked in the bathroom to make sure he hadn’t left anything in there. The only thing was the baby powder was still out from when I’d diapered him the day before so I put it back in the cabinet. I guess mum left it out in case he needed it again and I was thankful that she’d cleaned up the powdery mess we’d made the day before… without telling us both off. Back in my bedroom he made no move to change out of my clothes so I guess I was going to be wearing his in future, which after a morning of activity, I’d gotten used to anyway. His mum had told him she was in a rush so we didn’t have much time for good-byes but he hugged me and said that he would check with his ‘mummy and daddy’ but hoped to have me over to his place before too long. As a ten year-old I found calling his mom ‘mummy’ a bit childish but it didn’t seem to bother Kenny. In some ways he was very young but in others, he was so grown up. We’d had so much fun I was really sorry that he had to go but we’d be seeing each other at school the following morning so it wasn’t that bad.
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I was a bit down after Kenny left and riding my bike on my own wasn’t that much fun. In fact, the diaper was really bunched up so I went up to my room to change. I stripped down to just the diaper and plastic pants and looked in the mirror. The plastic pants had moulded themselves to my body and looked shiny and tight but there was no denying that there was a disposable hidden underneath. I turned so I could see my reflection from all different angles and the slightly bulky outline I found I didn’t mind at all. I thought of how Kenny had to wear this type of thing on a regular basis and I could see why he liked doing so. My experience was really only for a few hours but I did like the look, and, I had to admit, as I smoothed my hands over the padded area, that the glossy softness of the plastic was particularly nice.
I was in two minds; should I keep wearing them or change into something else? If I kept wearing them there was a chance that mum would notice and start asking questions I didn’t think I could answer and besides that, I thought I’d be more comfortable wearing a pair of my white gym shorts around the house like I often did when the weather was hot. Alternatively, if I kept the padding on, no one would be in any doubt about the fact I was diapered. So, that decision was made and I slowly peeled down the plastic pants, neatly folded them and put them in the draw near Kenny’s soiled diaper I’d hidden earlier. The disposable I was wearing was a bit far gone to keep. It was lumped together, very wet (although I don’t think I’d peed in it) and I doubted if it could have been worn again, after all Kenny had worn it all night and I’d worn it for most of the day. I pulled on my little white gym shorts and a clean white t-shirt and joined mum and Jake watching TV, though not before I’d hidden the very used diaper deep in a garbage sack and, with a slight regret, thrown it into the bin outside.
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Mrs Morrison had left a nice big box of chocolates for my mum as a little ‘thanks’ for coming to her ‘emergency’ rescue. So, later in the evening, as we all sat watching TV, Jake and I helped mum demolish each yummy layer. As it was school the following day, we were both ordered to take a bath and have an early night. Mum got it ready for Jake to go first but once he was in and playing with his toys I thought I might as well get in as well. We hadn’t taken a bath together for quite some time but I suppose, with the closeness I’d experienced with Kenny, I was happy to share with my brother. He didn’t seem bothered as we managed to play a rather convincing war game with his plastic boats and submarines. A lot of noise and splashing later and mum came in to dry Jake off. He looked so sweet as mum wrapped him in a huge towel and dried him down. She had his clean PJs waiting and got him dressed all ready for bed as I still lounged in the tub. She escorted him to his room, tucked him in, kissed him goodnight and I heard her say that it was “straight to sleep… no reading or games”.
I was just about to get out and dry myself when mum came back in. “I like Kenny,” she said with a smile on her face. “He’s very grow-up, despite his slight problem. He seems to be able to manage it very well.”
I didn’t know whether to get out of the bath or stay where I was while mum chatted but she got another huge towel ready and inferred that she was going to dry me the same as she had done Jake. This again was something we hadn’t done for what seemed like ages and I really loved the attention. Mum kept saying that she hoped we’d see more of Kenny and that I could invite him around again sometime if I wanted. She seemed glad of the diversion from her bank work as she went on about what a nice lady his mother was and what a fine looking man his dad was… I couldn’t speak or reply much because I was being jogged up and down as my mum vigorously rubbed me dry. Eventually she stopped and left me wrapped in the towel. She was very enthusiastic about the entire weekend but, she confessed, she was glad it was back to school for us in the morning.
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Back in my room and wrapped only in the towel I sat at my desk and got my books ready for class. All the work I’d been assigned (which amounted to keeping a diary of the weekend) was done, my school clothes were pressed and waiting on the chair… when I suddenly thought about Kenny’s used diaper. I nervously went to retrieve it from its hiding place, a little worried that mum might come in and discover it and I still hadn’t thought of a decent excuse to explain how or why I had it. I lost my nerve and decided it could wait until I felt a bit more confident about bringing it out and perhaps, with a bit of time, mum would have forgotten all about it.
I noticed that mum had left my clean PJs on my pillow; a blue t-shirt and blue satin boxers with Disney character all over them. I remembered when I got them, I was so pleased I must have worn them nonstop for a month before I’d wear anything else. They were still up there amongst my favorites, if you can have a favorite pair of boxers that is. I shucked off the towel and slipped into my boxers… they felt soft, silky and wonderful. I pulled back my sheets ready to climb into bed and was surprised to see a couple of pairs of disposable diapers and a pair of clear plastic pants. I don’t know why but a shiver ran up my spine as I picked them up to be examined more carefully. Thankfully they were the same brand that Kenny wore so I assumed they had been left by him as a present and it wasn’t some clever move on my mum’s part to get me back into diapers. I wasn’t sure whether to put them on or not but decided against that for the time being, wishing instead to luxuriate in my satin boxers and think about how nice it had been to be rubbing up against Kenny.
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Another thought entered my head and it was of the first time that Jake had appeared by my bedside in the middle of the night crying and scared by a storm. He was carrying his teddy bear, had a little white cotton undershirt on and was wearing a thick diaper. Why he hadn’t gone to my parent’s room, dad was with us in those days, I wasn’t sure. Perhaps, with them arguing all the time…? However, the storm had frightened him so he sought refuge with me. He was 2 and I was a grown-up 4 so I pushed back the blanket as a huge roar of thunder, which seemed to be right next door to us, crashed around the house and he burst into even more tears. I didn’t like to see my baby brother in distress (I still don’t) so he and his teddy climbed in and I held him while he settled down and his sobbing gave way to sleep. His little padded bottom rested comfortably in the hollow of my stomach as I hugged him close. Meanwhile, the flashes and noise slowly moved away and I was eventually able to fall asleep myself clutching his warm little body for comfort and reassurance.
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My parents divorced less than a year later because dad went off with a woman from work. Mum found it quite difficult to begin with. Having two youngsters to cope with (I gather dad didn’t want to be bogged down with such responsibilities) must have been hard but we had my Auntie Rose, mum’s sister, staying with us and she helped out. Once she got Jake off to school mum went back to her job at the bank full time and, perhaps surprisingly, came up with a plan that saved it loads of money. She got promoted and was doing very well when head office wanted her to take the lead at a new branch, in another state. Mum said it was going to be an adventure when she told us we were moving but I guess… I didn’t expect it to lead to this.
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I lay on my stomach and wriggled my hips against the mattress just as I had snuggled against Kenny. The feeling was awesome. I ran my hands over my satin boxers and the sensation was something I hadn’t expected. My little penis was reacting to something and my whole body shook in a pleasure I didn’t understand. Ohhh, this was something else, what was going on? I had no idea but, and don’t ask me why because I cannot give you a reason, I went to my draw, unfurled Kenny’s plastic pants, put them on, pulled my boxers over the top… and did it again. I kept up this action against my mattress until I fell asleep but I knew it would be something I wanted to try again.
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The morning saw Jake and I waiting for the school bus to arrive. He looked like a smaller version of me as we both wore similar clothes; grey shorts, maroon blazer, school tie etc etc. Some of the other kids who went to different schools didn’t have to wear a uniform and we were occasionally the butt of some jokes. To begin with the taunts worried me but, as all the kids at my particular school had the same uniform it was less of a problem. However, on this day a much older boy accused the small group of us sitting together of looking like ‘a bunch of babies in our little short pants’ (if he only knew about my weekend wearing diapers) it did make me feel a little ashamed about my sudden, Kenny inspired, willingness to wear this particular form of protection. So, I squirmed in my seat but glad I had on my briefs under my school shorts, having decided that diapers, and anything else, might be best left to wearing at home and for ‘special occasions’.
The school year appeared to get more intense and class was becoming more difficult. I saw Kenny every day and when we could we’d play together but somehow our weekends never matched up as either he was doing something or I was. Thankfully, I had my disposables and plastic pants (which I am sure is why he gave them to me) as a constant reminder of him, so even when he wasn’t there, he was in some form. Almost every night I’d do the ‘rubbing thing’ that I’d taught myself and fall asleep having experienced a tingling sensation that flowed through my body. I couldn’t explain it, even to Kenny, but I decided that the next time we had a sleepover, I’d show him what to do.
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Life in school continued and it appeared that Kenny wasn’t wearing any protection for a good number of weeks. He told me that he’d been dry now for longer than he’d ever been and wondered if his wetting episodes were now over. Night time protection was still there but he woke up every morning to a dry diaper so mummy and daddy (his words) were very pleased with him. He’d even been to the store with his mum and bought new underpants like the ones he got from me when we exchanged clothes. At lunchtime he showed me them, and although I was enthusiastic about them, I was also a little disappointed as I now regularly wore his plastic pants under my boxers to sleep in and he seemed to have moved on.
However, all that changed one morning when I got to class. Kenny was sat on the floor working with a group of other kids on a project and I could see that his shorts were almost bursting with the size of a huge diaper. There was no getting away from it Kenny was back in diapers and what a diaper it was too, every time he moved it could be seen. If he sat down his shorts rode up and the shiny plastic, holding back the thick diaper, was very visible. If he bent over it was on show for all to see but Kenny being Kenny, just carried on as if nothing had changed. I asked him what had happened and he told me that the night before he’d woken up during the early hours with his PJs full of pee and poo. It was the one time he had felt able to try to spend the night with no protection but it had… as he said… ‘explosive consequences’ (I think that must have been a term either his mum or dad had used). His parents assumed he must have eaten something to have caused such a reaction but he confided in me… swearing me to secrecy… as to what had actually happened.
This story is written by Les Lea
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