Summer Fun in Diapers

[Jim Stienstra]

Two brothers put into diapers for bedwetting. Both boys discover they enjoy wearing diapers.

The Bedwetters

Bobby woke up, cold and wet as usual. For the third night in a row, he had wet his bed. By now, the 11-year old knew the morning drill. He got up, took off his wet pajamas, and walked naked into the bathroom. There he cleaned up his private parts with a wet washcloth. After he returned to his room, he quickly stripped the wet sheets off his bed. When he saw the plastic mattress cover, he blushed with embarrassment. Deep down, he knew he needed a diaper at night, but so far, he had stubbornly resisted his mother's attempts to diaper him.

Bobby gathered up the wet sheets and pajamas, and walked naked to the laundry room. He loaded his soggy things into the washer, tossed in a detergent pod, and started the machine. It was summertime and he knew he would have to stay completely naked until the sheets were washed, dried, and put away. That meant another bare-bottom breakfast in front of his mother and his brother Timmy. Eating breakfast in the nude was the boy's punishment for refusing to wear a diaper at night.

A few minutes later, Timmy entered the kitchen, wearing a wet disposable diaper. The 9-year old was an occasional bed wetter and his mother diapered him every night. In the morning, the boy always ate breakfast in only his diaper. He felt safe and secure with a thick diaper on his bottom and between his legs. Quite often, he would wet his diaper a second time while eating. The warmth felt good and it was easier to pee in his diaper than take it off and use the toilet.

Bobby looked at his little brother and smiled. He had to admit that Timmy looked cute in his diaper. He loved how the diaper padding stuck out so conspicuously on the boy's bottom. Bobby wished he could have a big thick diaper on his bottom, too. A diaper would certainly put an end to wet pajamas, wet sheets, and bare-bottom breakfasts. The thought of wearing a diaper excited the boy, but it also terrified him. What if his friends saw him in a diaper? They would tease him and call him a baby.

The boys' mother smiled when she saw her sons sitting at the kitchen table in their usual breakfast attire--one shamefacedly naked and the other happily diapered. Once again, she asked Bobby if he wouldn't prefer to be in a diaper instead of naked. The boy blushed, took a deep breath, and finally admitted that he wanted to wear a diaper like his brother. He was tired of waking up in wet pajamas. He was tired of parading around the house in the nude, waiting for the washer and dryer to finish their tasks.

Bobby's mother was pleased by her son's decision to wear a diaper at night. She picked up the naked boy, gave him a reassuring hug, and gently patted his bare behind. She told him it wasn't his fault. His bed wetting was probably caused by the recent death of his grandfather. Even though Bobby was naked, he felt warm and secure in his mother's arms. He wondered if he would have the same warm feeling tonight when his mother diapered him like a baby.

Bedtime Diapers

After Bobby and Timmy took their nighttime shower together, they scampered naked into their mother's bedroom. She had already placed a changing pad on the bed, so both boys went over to it and lay on their backs. Their mother emerged from the closet carrying two disposable diapers and a container of baby powder. She always kept the diapers in her closet so Timmy's friends wouldn't see them. As soon as Timmy saw the diapers, he lifted his legs up and slightly over his head. His mother powdered his private parts, then slid a diaper under his bottom. After he lowered his legs and spread them apart, she pulled the diaper between his legs and snugly over his genitals. She finished by fastening his diaper tapes.

Then Bobby went through the same diapering process. Legs up. Diaper under butt. Spread legs. Diaper over genitals. Fasten diaper tapes. His heart was beating so hard that he thought it might come out of his chest. He couldn't believe it was happening to him. He was 11-years old, but now he was being diapered like a two-year old toddler. After his mother finished diapering him, he stood up. He could feel the thick padding between his legs and rubbing against his penis. It felt strange, yet comfortable. He looked down and cautiously touched the front of his diaper. The plastic-backed barrier felt so smooth over the thick padding. After their mother gave them their good-night kisses and patted their diapered behinds, both boys scampered off to their separate rooms. Their diapers rustled slightly with each step, reminding them of their toddler status.

In his room, Bobby was too excited to sleep. He went over to his mirror. His white diaper stood out in stunning contrast to his suntanned body. The boy found his reflection cute. Then he turned around and examined his rear end. He smiled when he saw the thick diaper padding sticking out on his butt. He looked like a toddler. He felt like a toddler. He wanted to be a toddler. All thoughts of wearing pajamas over his diaper evaporated. After he crawled into bed, he checked the elastic leg bands of his diaper. Reassured that he was well protected, he quickly drifted off into a deep comfortable sleep.

The next morning, Bobby woke up in a wet diaper, but a dry bed. The diaper worked perfectly. No more naked trips to the laundry room! No more bare-bottom breakfasts! He went into his brother's room. Timmy was playing in his wet diaper on top of the bed, so Bobby joined him. Pretty soon, the boys started wrestling. Timmy managed to get on top of his brother, but when he got tickled, he wet his diaper again. The warmth in Timmy's diaper excited Bobby, so he wet his diaper, too. Both boys giggled like naughty toddlers in their freshly-wet diapers.

Pretty soon, the boys were called to breakfast by their mother. Their pee-filled diaper crotches sagged noticeably between their legs, causing them to walk with a toddler-like waddle. Their mother asked the boys if they wanted to get out of their diapers before eating. Both Bobby and Timmy said no. They were enjoying the soft squishy wetness of their diapers and wanted to stay in them as long as possible.

After breakfast, the boys seemed reluctant to take off their diapers. Their mother noticed this and gave the boys a choice. They could either put on their regular clothes or they could stay in diapers all day. Both boys decided to stay diapered, so they followed their mother to her room. After removing their thoroughly soaked diapers, she cleaned their private parts with a wet washcloth. Then she diapered them, Bobby first and then Timmy. In less than two minutes, both boys were transformed from naked boys into diapered toddlers.

The boys went outside to play in the family's fenced backyard. It was a beautiful warm day, so they wore only their diapers. While playing, both boys wet their diapers, but they were having too much fun to bother with diaper changes. After a couple of more wettings, their pee-filled diaper crotches were sagging noticeably between their legs. They thought this was funny and wiggled their sagging diaper crotches back and forth.

Shortly before noon, the unthinkable happened. Both boys pooped in their diapers. This was a new and not terribly pleasant experience for Bobby and Timmy. They hadn't discussed pooping in their diapers with their mother. Would she be angry with them for making big messes? They went inside and timidly told their mother they needed diaper changes. She said it was time for lunch and they would have to eat wearing their wet messy diapers. When the boys sat down, poop got squashed on their butts. They squirmed and fidgeted repeatedly during the meal, trying to get comfortable in their itchy messy diapers.

After lunch, the boys were forced to clean each other's private parts in the bathtub. Their mother showed them how to use the clean portion of their diapers to clean up their bottoms. Once their bottoms were mostly poop free, they washed each other's private parts with a wet soapy washcloth. Then their mother put her hands on their bare bottoms--each boy could feel her middle finger in his butt crack--and guided them naked to her room for clean diapers.

Bobby and Timmy spent the rest of the afternoon playing outdoors in their diapers. By suppertime, their diapers were thoroughly soaked, so their mother gave them diaper changes. After supper, the unthinkable happened again. Both boys pooped in their diapers. Their mother made them stay in their wet messy diapers until bedtime. Once again, poop got squashed on their butts, making for a very uncomfortable evening. At bedtime, both boys were forced to clean up each other's poopy messes.

The boys never again asked to stay diapered all day. They had learned a valuable lesson. Sleeping in diapers and wetting them in the morning was fun. Wearing diapers all day, having poop cling pudding-like to their butts, and then having to clean up each other's messes was not so much fun.

After a couple of weeks. both boys stopped wetting themselves at night. Although their mother removed the plastic mattress covers from their beds, she continued to diaper the boys all summer. She wanted to make sure the boys didn't have a relapse. Bobby and Timmy didn't mind. They enjoyed being diapered like toddlers at bedtime. They felt safe and secure sleeping in their thick plastic-backed diapers.

Although the boys no longer needed diapers, they continued wetting them after they woke up in the morning. Sometimes they peed in their diapers while wrestling or tickling each other. Other times, they wet their diapers while lying on their backs. Both Bobby and Timmy enjoyed the feeling of warm pee splashing over their private parts. Then they would go to the kitchen and have a leisurely breakfast wearing only their freshly-wet diapers.

After breakfast, Bobby and Timmy usually went outside and played for awhile in their wet diapers. Their diapers always got wetter during playtime, too, which caused their pee-filled diaper crotches to sag between their legs. This greatly amused the boys. They thought their wet drooping diaper bottoms looked like white tails. The more the boys peed in their diapers, the more their diaper tails dangled from their behinds.

When school started, their mother didn't want to bother with diapers anymore, so she gave the boys a choice--pajamas or terrycloth-lined plastic pants. Both boys chose to wear plastic pants. Their mother purchased two packs of plastic pants, one in Bobby's size and the other in Timmy's size. Each pack consisted of four colors--white, blue, pink and yellow. After their bedtime shower, both boys would go naked to their mother's room. After choosing matching colors for them to wear, she would pull on their plastic pants, pat them on their plastic-covered bottoms and gave them their good-night kisses. As the boys scampered off to their separate rooms, the crinkling sound of their plastic pants always brought a smile to her face.

Although the boys never wet their plastic pants on school nights, they felt safe and secure sleeping in them. The smooth outer plastic cover felt almost like their plastic-backed diapers and the thick terrycloth lining felt almost like a diaper. In the morning, they always ate breakfast wearing only their plastic pants. The boys enjoyed wearing them around their mother. They even started calling them baby pants. After breakfast, their mother would take off their plastic baby pants. Then the boys would scamper naked to their rooms and put on regular cotton underpants for school.

On weekend mornings, the boys always wet their baby pants. The terrycloth lining soaked up their pee, but they could feel the warm wetness on their skin. This was a strange sensation for Bobby and Timmy. Their disposable diapers had wicked away the wetness from their skin. Both boys enjoyed the warm wetness of their terrycloth-lined plastic pants and always ate breakfast in their wet baby pants. Fortunately, their mother had anticipated this problem. On Friday and Saturday nights, she always applied baby oil to the boys' private parts. The oil kept the boys free of diaper rash, even when they played most of the morning in only their wet baby pants.

At bedtime, Bobby and Timmy were a mother's delight. After stripping naked and taking a shower together, they boys would rush eagerly to their mother's room. She would dress them in matching plastic pants. Timmy went straight to bed, but because Bobby was older, he was allowed to stay up 30 minutes later. The 11-year old, wearing only his baby pants, enjoyed spending time alone with his mother. Once in a while, he would refuse to go to bed on time. His mother would then pull down the boy's plastic pants, take him over her lap, and give him a dozen stinging spanks on his bare bottom.

Strangely enough, Bobby enjoyed going over his mother's lap and getting spanked like a little boy. After a couple of weeks, bare-bottom spankings became a nightly ritual for the boy. On several occasions, Bobby would confess to some misdeed and ask for extra spanks. His mother would comply and give him 15 spanks instead of 12. He never cried as his bottom changed color from white to naughty-boy red, but he did do a wiggy "fanny dance" after each stinging spank.

Bobby and Timmy continued to wear plastic pants during their middle and high school years, but only Bobby went to bed with a freshly-spanked behind. Once in bed, his snug-fitting baby pants and his warm bottom always reminded him of the warm summer nights he had slept in a diaper and the warm summer mornings he and his brother had played together in their wet diapers.

[Gejoe]

Not bad, keep it up.

[huggied]

Hope you continue this