Life in COVID Times

[willnotwill]

I heard about this Corona virus thing on the news in February but never thought it would have an effect on me.    It all seemed so far away.   Then it started to appear in the United States.    The first thing was my mom getting real insistent about us washing hands all the time.   Not just before meals or after the bathroom, but when we came home from anywhere.    It was a nuisance, but I could live with it.

Then one morning, she came in to do her usual poke me to get me to wake up for school but she didn’t just leave afterward.    As I groggily rolled over, she reached up and pulled down my pajama bottoms.

“Hey, what gives?” I said surprised

“Just relax,” she replied.   “I’m going to take your temperature.”   I then felt something being pressed into my rear.

“That way?” I said.

“The only thermometer I have is the one I used on the baby.   In his rear.   You want to put it in your mouth?”

I just groaned.   It was degrading, but a minute later, I felt it being pulled out.   “Normal,” Mom proclaimed.     I pulled my pajamas back up and headed for the bathroom.   Little did I know this was going to be a twice-daily ritual.   When I got home from school, after the obligatory hand washing, Mom had my pants down.

“Can’t you get a new thermometer?”

“This one works fine.”   I groaned.   Mom said as she pulled it out.  “Normal.”

I pulled up my pants as my sister came into the room.   My mom directed her over her lap and raised her skirt, and pulled back the panties.   The thermometer went in.   I guess I should be happy. I’m not the only one.

After a few days of temperature taking, it got routine.   I really wished Mom would get a new thermometer.   On Friday, I got home and Mom wasn’t there.   I guess I had a temporary reprieve from having something stuck up my rear.   A few minutes later, she arrived.

“Where have you been?” I asked innocently.

“Down at Ace Medical Supplies.”

“Get a new thermometer?” I asked hopefully.

Mom reached into a bag and pulled out a small gun-shaped device and pointed it at my forehead.   After a beep, she looked at it, “You’re normal.”

I smiled.    This was a lot easier.   She could take my temperature ten times a day with that thing.

“And I got something else,” she said.   She pulled a large package out of the bag and handed it to me.   Fitted briefs was what it said.   I wasn’t sure that I was looking at.   I turned to package over, and there were instructions on how to put them on.    It suddenly dawned on me.   I was looking at adult diapers.

“Diapers?   Why?   No?”

“I think it would be a good idea if we wore them whenever we’re out of the house.   Public restrooms are breeding grounds for all kinds of germs.   The woman at Ace Medical tells me that these are very good.    If you have to go, it can hold it all until you get home.”

The implication stunned me.   She was talking about us intentionally soiling ourselves to avoid having to use bathrooms.   She had to be crazy.

“Let’s try one on you, just to make sure they fit.”

I groaned again.    I didn’t have a choice.    From the frying pan into the fire.    I got away from rectal thermometers to be put into a diaper.     She had me on the bed and my pants off.    She reached for my underwear, and I grabbed the waistband tight to keep her for pulling them off.

“You’re not going to be wearing underpants under these,” she explained and pulled harder.   Resigned, I let go.    She slid the diaper under me and did up the tapes.   She had me stand up.   “This looks like it fits well.”   She left the room, and I ripped the blasted thing off and put my regular underwear back on.

When my father came home, we sat down for dinner.   My mom related the story of her purchases at the medical supply store.   I was about to protest the silliness of it to my father when my sister beat me to it.   “Dad, do we really have to wear diapers?  It’s so retarded.”   I made assenting noises.

“Don’t say retarded,” my father started.  “It’s not a nice word.     And your mother is a very smart woman and convinced me that this is a good idea.   If I’ve got to wear them, you do, too.”

 “You’re going to wear them?” I said incredulously.

“We’re all going to wear them when we are out of the house,” Mom broke in.  “Your father will start wearing them to work.   I’ll have mine on when I’m out shopping or doing other errands.”

I thought about this for a second.    “You mean, I have to wear a diaper to school?”

“School is outside the house.    You, yourself, said the bathrooms at your school were disgusting.”  The latter was directed toward my sister.

“Yeah, but not as disgusting as a dirty diaper!” she protested.

“Now, dear.   This has all been decided.  I’ve already talked to the school about this.”

“You talked to the school?”  I said.   I couldn’t believe it.

“Yes, to both Mr. Dennis, the assistant principal, and Nurse April.     They agree it’s a good idea.    The nurse will have a spare diaper and wipes in case of emergencies, but I suggest that you try to make it home.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.    Did she really expect me to pee in a diaper at school?   OK, I’d be stuck wearing one, but she couldn’t stop me from going to the bathroom despite it.

“Mr. Dennis also suggested that you both be placed on pass restriction for the duration.”    I groaned.    She could stop me.     I had heard of lavatory restriction.    Students who misbehaved on passes were banned from getting them.   If they had to go to the bathroom, they had to have the teacher call for an escort.   I could almost guarantee that I wasn’t going to get such an escort.    “In fact, Mr. Dennis says that if this works out, he may require all the students on pass restriction to start wearing diapers.”

I just couldn’t believe it.    Mom, Dad, the medical supply store, and now the school were all in cahoots on this silly plan.   How could I fight it?    At least I had the weekend.    That night I got ready for bed, and mom came in with the new thermometer and read my forehead.

The weekend passed too quickly.    I awoke and went down for breakfast.   My mom read my temperature as I saw down to eat.    My father was just finishing his coffee and got up to leave.   My mother handed him a bag.   “Here’s your spare diaper and stuff,” she said.

“Thanks, dear.    See you this evening.”   I saw my father depart and knew he was wearing a diaper.

“Are you finished?” Mom asked my sister and me.   “You should go use the bathroom one last time and then I’ll get you ready.”   I stumbled up to the bathroom and forced myself to pee one last time.    I spent a good long time washing up.    I was dreading what was coming next.    She led me back to my bedroom and had me drop my pants.    I got down on the bed and she taped the diaper on me.    I pulled my pants up with a little difficulty as they were tight over the diaper.   “We may have to get you some bigger pants.”   

She disappeared, and I knew my sister was getting the same treatment.    We walked out to the corner and waited for the bus. Usually, my sister and I didn’t talk in the morning.   “Can you believe this?” she said to me.

“No.   It’s so retarded,” I said, smiling at using the term she was chastised about.

“Yeah, I just hope nobody finds out I’m wearing this.”   I hadn’t even thought about that.    I looked at myself, wondering if the stupid diaper showed under my pants.   “Don’t worry,” she said.   “I can’t tell and I know you’ve got one on.”

[parkintochter]

good start

[Angela Bauer]

My, what a delightfully cute and timely story.

Will, I can hardly wait to see what happens with those high school students and their parents. After the mother made sure she knew the correct size of needed diapers I hope she bought several cases. I would be so sad if diapers get all sold out, like toilet paper!

Nationwide the Federal Courts have suspended jury trial.  Los Angeles County, California has done the same. It turns out attorneys are considered "essential" meaning we still went to our offices. Friday all the partners in our law firm voted that each of us would work from home 4 days a week unless we absolutely had to come in more often. Many of our non-partner attorneys and other staff are either on layoff or have reduced hours.

Of course because I'm urinary incontinent I am always diapered. For me the good news is that when I'm home I can wear pinned gauze diapers inside pull-on vinyl panties.

Entertainment executives are not essential so their offices are closed. Thus my husband gets to stay home, also wearing pinned gauze diapers and vinyl pants.

[willnotwill]

The school day progressed.   Nobody seemed to notice, but the bulk between my legs and the tightness of my pants was a constant reminder.     I made it to lunchtime before the urge to pee struck.   I tried to stick it out as long as possible but decided it was pointless.    Then I tried and I couldn’t.    I closed my eyes and thought about sitting on a toilet and soon, I felt the diaper getting warm.    I opened my eyes and looked around.   Nobody seemed to notice.

As I moved to my next class, I could feel the diaper being heavier and bulkier.    All that pee that was inside me was now soaked up in the diaper somewhere.    I made it through the day, and Sis and I talked as we walked home from the bus stop.

“Did you wet yours?” I asked her.

“Third period and again In fifth,” she said.  “At least this thing really seems to soak it up.   I was afraid I was going to spring a leak.”

“I wet in fifth.    At least we didn’t have to poop.”

“Yeah, but it could happen,” she said.   “And I’m going to get my period in a few days.    I guess it’ll be like having the world’s biggest maxi pad on.”    I didn’t really understand those girl things so I didn’t comment.

We walked through the door and Mom asked how our day went.   “Wet,” my sister replied and I agreed with her.

“Well, let’s go get you changed.”   She led us upstairs.    Not to either of our bedrooms but the spare room.   The room now contained a new piece of furniture.

“Isn’t that the workbench from the garage?” I said.

“Yes, I had it moved up here.   It will make a great changing table.”   I noticed she had placed a padded mat over the top of it.  “Who wants to be first?”   My sister hopped up and my mother lifted her skirt and started untaping the diaper.   She grabbed some wipes and started cleaning up my sister.   I tried not to look too carefully.

Apparently finished, she told Sis to roll over.   She reached into a drawer and pulled out the old thermometer and applied it to Sis’s rear.

“I thought you bought a new thermometer?” I said.

“I did, but someone told me those might not always be accurate, so I figure I’d double-check it when it isn’t too inconvenient.”    Great.   I thought we were done with that.   After a minute, she pulled it from my sister’s rear and noted it was normal.    Sis jumped down letting the skirt fall into place and ran off to her room to get some panties.

I got up next.    Mom slid down my trousers and then unpeeled the diaper from me.    I saw she was dumping it into a strange lidded trash can.   “It’s a Diaper Genie,” she said anticipating my question.   Great, we were all babies now.     She wiped me down and I now had a baby-fresh scent.    She had me flip over, and I got the anal probe again.

Finished, I pulled up my pants, odd without underwear and went off to my room to get a pair to wear.    A few hours later, my father came home and headed up to the spare room himself.    I don’t know how he could voluntarily agree to do this.    The situation repeated itself for the next few days.   It was Thursday before something different happened.

School lunch that day was spaghetti and meatballs.    What I had forgotten was that there was something about the school’s sauce that always got my guts churning.    By the end of the next period, I knew I had to poop soon.   The idea of doing it in a diaper was not appealing.   I raised my hand.

“Can I have a pass?” I tried.

The teacher looked at a paper on her desk.    “You’re on restriction,” she said.

“Can I get an escort?  It’s an emergency.”   Somebody snickered at the last plea.

“Why do you need it?   Mr. Dennis said that if it is just that you need to use the bathroom that you should just go in your diaper.”

The class erupted into giggles and outright guffaws.   The teacher regained order and continued the lesson.   I was busted.    I struggled against the cramps, and the bell finally rang.   I made my way out into the hall.    Linda, one of my classmates, came over to me.   “What did she mean by that?”

I was about to answer her when another cramp hit.   I couldn’t stop it and released a load into my diaper, complete with wet fart sounds.    At least the cramps subsided, but now I had a load in my pants.   Her eyes grew wide.   “You really are wearing a diaper.   Did you just poop yourself?   Why?”

I didn’t know what to say.   I was so embarrassed.   “I told Mrs. Jacobs that it was an emergency,” was all I managed.    I hurried off to my next class.   Gingerly, I sat down and felt the poop smear all over me.    Time dragged in that last class as I pondered why it was that I was sitting in a pile of my own feces.   The bell rang, and I made my way to the bus.   I realized that I was beginning to stink.

My sister confirmed this as I rushed home from the bus stop.    She didn’t protest me going first to be changed.     I begged my mother that this had gone too far, but she wouldn’t relent.    “These are trying times.   We all have to adjust,” was all she said.

[Angela Bauer]

Will, today's update is delightful.

The sad truth is that when you wear diapers sometimes you poop in them.

In the first part the father took a spare diaper to work. Maybe each of the children should have a spare diaper at school. Perhaps Nurse April could change messy diapers between classes?

[bje]

Again a good start on a story from willnotwill. I am looking to see how it develops. I just wonder why people in these stories always roll over before taking the temperature rectally. It is easiest and most comfortable to do it lying on the back or side with bent hips and knees as the bent position gives better access to the rectum.

[maly]

Really liking it willnotwill.

Maly.

[aldl4811]

Perfect timing for this story!

[willnotwill]

I got a reprieve from the diapers overnight, but Friday morning, I was once again wearing one in school.    I  was heading to my locker when I felt a tap on my shoulder.   I turned to find Linda smiling at me.   “I don’t want to pry, but were you really wearing a diaper yesterday?”

I just nodded.   She looked like she wanted to say more.  “I’m wearing one again today?”

“Why?”

“My mom says it’s a better idea than using public toilets with all the viruses going around.   I have to wear one whenever I’m out of the house.”

“And use it?” she asked.

“Wouldn’t be much point if I didn’t.    Mom got Mr. Dennis to put me on pass restriction to make sure I didn’t cheat and use the bathrooms anyhow.”

“Wow, so you use it every day?”

“Usually just to pee.    Yesterday I ate something that didn’t agree with me.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Thanks.”   I was about to let her go when I got an idea.   “Do you want to go to a movie?”

She turned and smiled.    “Sure, let’s meet at the food court tomorrow at five?  OK?”

“Sure.”   She turned and headed off.   I bounced off toward homeroom.   I was going out with Linda.   I didn’t even really notice the taunts of “diaper boy” and the like as I made my way to my seat.    Things quieted down once teaching started, but I still endured some taunts and mock crying between classes.   I hoped that the revelation that I was in diapers hadn’t impacted my sister.

While standing in the line for lunch, I had to pee.   I closed my eyes and let go, not thinking anything about it.   Then I heard some girl say “He’s peeing.   My little brother gets the same look on his face when he pees.”  This was followed by laughter.

“Did you just wet your diaper?” the girl in front of me in line asked.   I think she didn’t believe that it was possible.  But I couldn’t answer.   After an awkward silence, she said, “Oh my God, you did wet.”    There was giggling and laughter.    It was out.  I was a diaper-wearing and wetting baby.

I sat down with my lunch alone, and Linda came and joined me.    It brightened my day.   “How are you holding up?”

“It’s been a rough day.   Better, now that you are here.”   She smiled and that made all the difference to me.

[willnotwill]

Crap, my computer just died and took today's update... working hard on rewriting it.

 

[Angela Bauer]

Don't you hate when that sort of thing happens?

[willnotwill]

That afternoon Mom remove the wet diaper, and I was lying there face down with the thermometer in my rear.  “Mom, I want to meet a friend at the mall tomorrow.   We’re going to the movies.”

My sister butted in.   I bristled a little bit being naked, but I knew she’d be the same in a minute.   “A GIRLfriend or a BOYfriend.”

Mom looked at me.   “It’s a girl.  I just met her yesterday, but she seems really nice.   She was friendly when others were teasing me about the diaper.”

“What kind of person would want to go out with someone in diapers?   This whole diaper thing is crimping my social life.”  Sister was making this about her.    But perhaps it would chip away at Mom’s determination.

“Well, it’s good that you’ve found a friend.   I’m sure that she’s not going to mind you being in diapers tomorrow.”   Well, that was it, no reprieve even for a date.   “I’ll drop you at the mall, and you can call when you’re ready to come home.     Just don’t stay out too late.”

That was easy, I thought.

“Wait.  I just thought of something.   I’ve got errands to do all afternoon, including getting you some new pants.   The ones  you have are tight over your diaper, remember?”

How could I forget?

“Why don’t you come with me, and we can finish up at the mall, and you can go on your date.”

Again, that seemed like a reasonable idea.   I agreed.    The next day we got diapered up and headed out in the minivan.  We stopped at a couple of stores and then headed to the home center.   As my mom was looking through the plants, I realized that I hadn’t pooped earlier, and I needed to now.   My options were to try to hold it, which would mean through my date with Linda, or do something about it now.

“Mom, I have to poop.”

“Go ahead and do it.  I brought a diaper bag in the car.   I can get you changed.”

“Can’t I use the bathroom?”   She just stared at me, which gave me my answer.   I might was well get this done with.   I squatted down and pushed.    “There!” I said to her.    She took my hand and led me back to the car.   She went to the rear door of the car and opened it and pulled out the diaper bag.

“Where are you going to change me?”

“The bathrooms are out.   That’s the whole point of this.   I used to change you in the backseat of the car when you were a baby.”

“I’m not a baby.”

“Still, it will work.

“People will see,” I said.

“Probably not,” Mom countered.   “But it doesn’t matter.   Babies get changed in public all the time.”

“I’m not a baby!”

She opened the side door of the van and laid out a pad.   Resigned, I got up on it.   As she pulled my pants down, I closed my eyes.   I figured if I didn’t look, I couldn’t tell if anybody was watching.   It seemed to take forever, but soon mom was pulling my pants back into place.

We moved on to the mall and indeed went shopping for pants.   I tried the new ones on over the diapers, and they indeed fit better.    Mom led me to the checkout, and I looked at my watch.   It was getting very close to five.   I tapped my watch and said that I was to meet Linda at five.   Mom told me I could go.

I hustled through the mall to the food court.   I looked around and didn’t see Linda.   I looked down at my watch.  It was just now five PM.   I  sat down and waited.   Every time the door to the parking lot opened, I hopefully looked to see if it was her.  I looked again at my watch.  It was now five after.   Had I missed her?  Had I been stood up?   I started to get nervous.   The doors opened again, but still, it wasn’t Linda.   I sighed, and then someone plopped into the chair next to me.

It was Linda.   “Sorry I’m late.   It took longer than I thought to get checked out.”  She held up a Sephora shopping bag.

“No problem.   I just got here myself.”  

We bantered and discussed what to eat.   We picked up food from one of the stands and returned to our seats and talked about which movie we would see.   One promising one started at seven.   That gave us some time to stroll around the mall.

“Didn’t you want to get a drink with your food?” Linda asked.   Then she realized.  “Oh, are you wearing a diaper now?”

“Yes, I don’t want to get it wet too early.”

“Oh, OK.”

We finished our food and headed to the theaters, and bought tickets for the upcoming show.   We had the time, and we walked around and talked.    Linda went into a clothing store and showed me a dress that she wanted.   I told her she’d look cute in it.

We went back to the theater.   I asked if she wanted anything and she said she’d share with me.   A large popcorn and a large Coke.   We found seats in the theater and sat down.    We talked a bit until the coming attractions started.

I took a sip of the Coke, and she took a small sip.   “You can finish it.  I only wanted a little bit.”  She whispered to me.   I looked at the big cup and then over at her, and she gave me a wry smile.   “I’m not wearing a diaper, so I don’t want to drink too much.  I might have to miss part of the film.  You don’t have to worry about that.”

I smiled.   Was she trying to get me to wet myself?   The movie started, and after a few minutes, I tentatively put my arm around her.   She snuggled in close to me, so I figured it was OK.   After the movie progressed, the monster soda did catch up to me.    I waited for a second and started to pee.   I felt a hand rest on my crotch.   I looked at Linda, and she was smiling but still snuggled against me.   She must have been able to feel the warmth in the diaper.   She gave me a little pat when I finished.

The movie came to an end, and I decided to make my move.   I turned toward her and gave her a little kiss.   It was electric.   She turned toward me and brought me into an embraced and kissed hard.  It was like I was hit with ten thousand volts.   The house lights were coming up, and we decided to leave.

“That was amazing,” I said.

“Thanks.   You’re wonderful, too.   I loved feeling you pee.”

“You don’t have a problem with that?”

“No, I think it’s cute.”

“Well, it’s not all that great from my side,” I said.

“I guess not.   I don’t really know what it is like.”

“You should try it sometime.   I could give you a diaper.”  

She seemed to be giving this some thought.   “I’d like to try it,” she said.

“Would you dare wear one to school?”

“Are you daring me?”

“Well, it’s the only way you’ll really know how I feel.”

“I don’t know.   But I will take your offer on trying one of your diapers.”    We called our parents to come get us.   While we waited on the sidewalk she turned.    “I’d like to do this again.”   She then planted a big wet kiss on me again.    I saw my Mom’s minivan pull up.

“See you in school Monday,” I said.

“Sure thing!”

[maly]

Awww I think he might have found his future mummy.

Maly.

[willnotwill]

Sunday, I had a respite from wearing diapers.    The first thing was to go into the changing room and pull one from the package.   I took it back to my room and then went downstairs and found some gift wrap.   I came back to my room and wrapped the diaper.   I didn’t do a bad job, in my opinion.   I put it in my backpack with my school books.

At breakfast, Mom shot my forehead with the thermometer.   Still normal.   She proceeded to do Sis and my father.   All were OK.    At least I wasn’t getting it in the butt.   I hung around the house for the rest of the day.   I did some homework.   I had a paper I was supposed to be working on.   I could ask Mom to take me to the library, but that would mean diapering up.   That could wait.   Mostly, I thought about Linda.

All too soon, it was Monday morning.   I made sure to use the toilet and then got diapered up and headed out to the bus.   Sis asked me how long this would go on for.    “The diapers?” I asked.   “I guess until this virus scare goes away.   No telling when that would be.”

I got to school, and I kept my eye out for Linda.   I was hoping to catch her before classes started.   Suddenly, everything went black.   “Guess who?”

It was Linda.  She had put her hands over my eyes.    I turned and smiled.  “I have something for you.”   I took the package from my backpack.

“A present for me?  You shouldn’t have.”   She was smiling.

“You might want to wait until you are alone to open it,” I added.

She squeezed at the package and smiled even broader.    “I think I know what this is.”   She tucked it in her backpack.

I got to class, smiling to myself about making Linda happy.    We met up at lunch.   It was so great just being around her.   I almost forgot I was wearing a diaper until I felt a hand touch my crotch.   I looked at Linda, and she pulled it back.   “Sorry, just curious if you were wet.”

“Not yet, and I don’t mind, but people might take that the wrong way if they saw.”   She giggled.   The rest of the day dragged on.   I indeed wet my diaper right after lunch.    I guess it was easier than actually using the bathroom, but the more I thought about it, the more I felt degraded by it.   I’d be happy when all this was over.

I got home, and there was a big box in the front hall.   “What’s this?” I asked Mom.

“More diapers.   I ordered them online.   I got them cheaper than I could get at Ace Med.”   I rolled my eyes.   This looked like a whole lot.   “I think we’re going to need them,” she added.   “I don’t think things are going to change for a while.”    Just great.   We went upstairs, and I got my diaper removed and a thermometer in my butt.

[jen1234]

Niice the kids are getting to explore the use of diapers.  Wonder how mom and dad are reacting to each other in diapers when they are in private.

 

[Guilend]

1 hour ago, jen1234 said:

Niice the kids are getting to explore the use of diapers.  Wonder how mom and dad are reacting to each other in diapers when they are in private.

 

I was wondering the same thing. Or just how they're handling it in general. 

[willnotwill]

The next morning I noted my father was still sitting around the house.   “Aren’t you going to work?” I asked.  

“I’m working from home.   I’ll probably have to go in from time to time to get files or something, but for now, I can do everything on the computer and the phone.”

“That’s cool,” I said.    Mom told me to come upstairs and get ready for school, which meant to put my diaper on.

My father leaned forward and said, “Besides, it means I don’t have to wear a diaper to appease your mother’s paranoia.”   I guess it didn’t sit any better with him than it did with Sis and me.   I headed off to get ready.

I didn’t spot Linda before school.   I hoped she wasn’t sick.    I thought about her again in my last class before lunch.   I wet my diaper and thought about how she’d be happy if she knew I was doing it.    The bell rang, and I went to the cafeteria.   A few minutes later, Linda sat down next to me.

“I missed you before school,” I said.

“I know.  I was almost late,” she said, and then paused and leaned close to me.   “I’m wearing it.”

I knew what she meant, but I wanted to confirm.   “Right now?”

“Yes.”

“Have you gone yet?”

“Last period.   It was hard to do.”

“Me too.   Yeah, it takes practice.   It goes against all your training.”

“So, is it all you thought it would be?”

“It was really exciting this morning.   I put it on and started to school.   I almost chickened out.   I turned around and started home to change out of it, but then I changed my mind.   That’s why I was almost late.”

I smiled.  “Do you want another?  My Mom just bought an entire case of diapers.”

She thought about it for a second.    “Not just yet.   I don’t think I want to wear them every day.”

“Suit yourself.   I don’t have a choice.”

We finished lunch, and as I watched her walk away, I daydreamed about her standing there with just the diaper below the waist.   She turned and waved, and I fantasized that I could see the wetness spread behind the plastic.   C’mon boy, I thought to myself.   Snap out of it.   Get a real fantasy going about her.

I got home, and dad was sitting on the sofa with his laptop.   “Where’s mom?” I asked.

“She’s upstairs.”  

I went upstairs to get my diaper change and found Mom hopping down off the changing table.   She threw the diaper into the genie.

“I just got home from doing the shopping.   I put the perishables away and then came up to get out of this wet diaper.”

I guess it was a small consolation that Mom had to use these things, too.   Of course, she’s only out of the house for short periods.   Dad and me, we had to sit all day long in them.   “Let’s get you changed,” she said. 

After getting out of the diaper and having the thermometer removed from my butt, I went to my room and called Linda.

“So, how did it go?” I asked her.

“I wet once more after lunch.   I was worried that I was going to spring a leak.”

“Yeah, I used to worry about that.   These things are pretty absorbant.”

“I guess so.”

“So did you like wetting.”

“It felt so naughty doing it.   And I kind of liked it when it was warm at first.   Then it got all cold, and I felt like I had a bean bag hanging from my hips.”

“Yeah, that’s the way it is.   You didn’t decide to give pooping a try.”

“Euueww, no.    I’m nowhere near ready for that.”

“Neither am I, but I had to do it twice already.”   I related the story about Mom changing me in the car before our date on Saturday.

“Did you hear the rumor,” she said, changing the subject.

“No, what?”

“They might be closing the schools down.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I guess that means fewer diapers for me.”

“Too bad.   It also means it will be harder for us to see each other.”

I pouted.   She was right about that.    I suggested we get together Friday night again and she agreed.

[jen1234]

Love this story.  So many potential spin offs or side tracks, e.g. how is the sister managing in school wearing a skirt (since she didn't need larger slacks), Linda - all sorts of possibilities, mom potentially nude in front of  teenage son as she pops off the changing table, etc.

Please keep going

[willnotwill]

By Thursday it was clear that they were indeed going to close the schools down for at least a month,   Mom told me she’d pick Sis and me up at school on Friday so we could bring home all my school books and the diapers bag she had left with the school nurse.   She told us that just because we weren’t going to be going to the school building didn’t mean we weren’t going to continue with our education.

This was good news and bad news.   The good news was that there’d be no school and I’d not have to spend all day in diapers.  The bad news is I wouldn’t see Linda every day.   Friday, I tucked a few diapers in a grocery bag and stuffed that in my backpack.   This might be the last time I saw Linda for a while.  It wasn’t clear if our date tonight would go on or not.

I found Linda at her locker, and I gave her the package.   “Something so you think about me while we’re out of school.  Sorry, it’s not gift-wrapped this time.

Linda smiled.   “Thanks.”   She stuffed it in her locker.   “We’re still on for tonight?”

“As far as I know.    I hear in some places they’ve closed down stores and movie theaters.   I guess we better go while we can.”

When the dismissal bell rang, I went and stuffed all my books in my backpack and headed down to the lobby.   To my surprise, I saw my father standing there.    A few seconds later, Sis showed up toting her books.   “I see Mom stuck you with picking us up.”

“She wants me to take you to the store and get you new computers so you’ll have them for home school.”

“Cool”, I said.

“You still have a hot date tonight at the mall?” he said to me with a smile.

“Yes.”

“OK, you can just stay there and I’ll bring Sis and the stuff back home.    I suppose you probably would want a diaper change before then.”

I thought about it, that I did.   Maybe we’d do a quick run home first.

“Let’s go see the nurse.   I have to pick up the diapers anyway.” 

We all headed down to the nurse’s office.    The nurse pulled the diaper bag out of a cabinet.

“My son needs a change now,” my father volunteered.

“Would you like me to do it?” the nurse offered.

“That would be great,” my father said somewhat relieved.   The nurse took the bag and led me into another room.    She put a sheet of paper down on the table and told me to hop up.   I was a bit nervous.

“Don’t worry.   You’re not the first student I’ve had to change.”

I thought about that for a bit.   There were other students wearing diapers?    Here?   Must be special ed or something.

I came out after the change.   The nurse asked my sister if she wanted a change but she declined.    We headed off to the mall.

We ended up at the computer  store.    We spent a lot of time looking at computers and settled on a pair of laptops.   The store employee spent some time setting them up for us and showing us the basics of how to use them.    I was looking at my watch.    It was rapidly approaching the time for my date.    My father must have sensed my impatience and told me I could go.

I made my way to the food court which again was our meet up point.   I saw Linda coming through the door.    She was wearing a dress and looked real cute.   She caught me watching her.   “Like it?” she said spinning around.   I thought I’d dress up.

“I sure do.  You look nice.”

“Thanks,” then she came closer.   “I’m wearing a diaper, too.” She said this and gave me a quick kiss.

[willnotwill]

I told Linda that I had a new computer, and she said we should Skype with each other while school was out.    I thought that was a good idea.   We walked and talked as we moved around the mall, but I kept marveling at how nice she looked.   And my mind kept drifting off to what she was wearing underneath.

When it was time to head to the movie this time, we both got sodas.     It looked like Linda consumed hers all during the coming attractions.   We snuggled close while the film got going.    Sitting there with my arm around, Linda made me feel happier than any other time in the last two weeks.

I felt Linda take hold of my free hand.   I thought she was just getting closer, but she brought it over closer to her, and then I realized she had placed it on her diaper.    I looked over, and she had raised the skirt of her dress slightly.    I was curious about this until I felt the diaper getting warm under my hand.   She was peeing and wanted me to know.   I smiled.   I took her hand and placed it on my crotch and reciprocated.

We gave up pretending to concentrate on the movie.   We entered into a long, drawn-out kiss.   It was still electric to me.   Gosh, I was going to miss this if I had to stay at home.    We stayed at it all through the credits of the movie and finally went out to get our rides.    We promised to keep in touch.

Mom took me upstairs and change.    I didn’t protest the thermometer in my butt.   At least I’d be free of diapers for a while.   I went to my room and found Dad had put the laptop there.   I fired it up and checked my email.   Nothing.    I fired off a note to Linda, telling her how wonderful she was and went to bed.

The next day I checked my email.   Sure enough, there was a reply from Linda, reminding me that we promised to Skype and sent me her id.     I turned up my Skype, but she wasn’t on.    I sent her an email and suggested we pick a time.    I suggested ten o’clock.    At ten, I tried, and she answered the call.    A second later and her face filled my computer screen.    We talked about nothing in particular and made kissing lips at each other when we decided to end the chat.

Dad came in and had me show him where I was in each of my school books.   He said he was going to work out a short term course of study for me.   That was pretty cool.   My dad is a smart guy.  Smarter than most of my teachers, I figured.   I’d probably do well on his plan.

Monday morning, I got up and had breakfast.    My Mom took my sister upstairs.   After a minute, I heard a commotion.  I listened to my sister yell, “No fucking way!” and sounds of a physical scuffle.   There was more talking I couldn’t make out.   I stood to see what was going on, but my father told me to sit.

“Your turn will come in a minute.   Let’s go over what you’re going to do in your studies today.”  

Dad went over what he expected of me.  It wasn’t too bad.   Read a chapter in my history book and do some math exercises was most of it.   I was to find a book that I hadn’t read yet and start in that.  Still, I was curious about what was going on upstairs.

[DL64]

I like this story
will you soon post the rest?
 

[willnotwill]

I have another chapter but I'm kind of torn as to direction.   But I guess I can always retreat.   I was about to post this morning's update when my computer crashed again.   At least I figured out what it was so it shouldn't happen anymore.     Here goes:

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I was soon to find out.   Mom came down and asked me to come upstairs.   As I passed my sister’s room, I could hear her sobbing.   I wasn’t sure what happened.   I’d have to investigate after Mom was done with me.    She led me to the changing room.

“I’m not going out today.  Dad gave me a ton of stuff to do in my room.”

Mom just smiled.   “Son, I want to put a diaper on you.”

“But why?”

“I’ll explain as we go.   Please cooperate.   I don’t want to have to spank you like your sister.”

Now I was beginning to realize what had happened to Sis.     Reluctantly, I got up on the table, and Mom started to take my pants down.

“Your dad and I talked this over.   We were going to wait until the summer to do this, but since they called school off, we figured we’d start now.”

“Start what?”

“I’m coming to that.   We’re starting you and your sister on a behavior plan called ‘second diapering’ or 2D for short.”

She was in the middle of applying the last tape, so she paused, and then I sat up.

“So, what does it mean?” I asked

“It means that you will be wearing diapers from now on.”

“All the time,” she confirmed.

“All the time?   For how long?”

“All the time.    You can forget about the toilet.   You’ll be using the diapers for that.    As for how long, quite a long time.   For as long as you are living at home.    Your underwear is history.   I’ve already disposed of it.”

I was speechless.   No more underwear.   Using diapers all the time.

“Why?”

“Because we think it will be good for you in the long run.     You can google information on it.”

“So, none of this had anything to do with COVID?”

“Oh, no, the idea of not using public bathrooms was independent.   Your father and I will still be wearing them when we go out.”

“But not all the time?”

“No, just you and your sister.”

Great.    I made my way to my room.   I looked in the dresser.   She was right. My underwear was gone.   I went to the computer and googled it.   Sure enough, it was a real thing.   I read the FAQ.   People really did this to their kids.   It was targeted at teenagers.   I dug further and found there were local support groups.    I looked through the directory.   There was indeed one in my town.

I stopped to think about that.   Other families were doing this.   Is that what the nurse meant when she said I wasn’t the first?    This sucked.   I paced around, trying to figure out what to do.    I tried to do some school work.    Finally, I emailed Linda.    I needed to talk.

A few minutes later, the Skype channel opened.   Gosh, it was good to see her.   “What’s up?   Miss me?” Linda asked.

“Of course.    You’re not going to believe what happened here.”

“What?”

“Mom’s got Sis and me in diapers all the time.”

“Why?”

I explained to her about 2D, and she said she would research it too.   “I’m sorry for you,” she said.   “Hold on. I can make you feel better.”   

She disappeared from the screen, and I sat there looking at the wall of her bedroom for a few minutes.    She returned and adjusted the camera and stood back.    She was wearing a diaper.    She spun around slowly. She then positioned herself closer to the camera, so I got a closer look at her diaper, and she turned around again.

“Well,” she said, moving back, so I was looking at her face.

“That’s very cute.   You were right. It does make me feel better.”

“Ok, now  let me see yours.”  

I guess that was only fair.   I stood up and backed away from the computer, positioning myself, so the little image of me in the app showed my entire body.    I did a slow turn around.    I then moved forward and gave her a close up of the diaper and did another turn.    I then sat back down.

“Cute.  You have a great derriere.”

“Thanks.”

“So, how are you dealing with it?”

“Well, I guess it isn’t much different than what’s been going on the past two weeks.   At least I’m home and not out having people find out I’m diapered.   The only difference is I’ll have to poop in them now.   I can’t just wait until I get home.”

“Ewww.   I don’t know if I could handle that.   But you already did that, right?”

“Yeah.   Twice.   Once that day, you first came up to me.   Once when I was out shopping with Mom.   At least the second time, I knew she’d change me right away.   I’ll have to make sure I do that.    It was really disgusting having to spend all of last period sitting in that mess.”

“Well, just think of me if it gets too bad.   I’m here for you.”

That was reassuring.    I smiled.   “I’m glad I have you.”

We got into an awkward silence.   If we were next to each other, I’m sure we would have kissed.   After a minute, Linda broke the silence.  “How’s your sister taking it?”

“Not too well, I think.  I’ve not talked to her, but I heard a lot of shouting between her and Mom this morning.    Mom also told me she had to spank Sis to get her to comply.”

“Oh,” said Linda.

“She was more upset than I was about having to wear to school.   She was afraid someone would find out.   I was hoping people wouldn’t put two and two together and figure out we were both diapered after that day in class.”

“Did they?”

“Not that I’ve heard.   I asked her, and she didn’t think so, though it scared the hell out of her that she might end up the same way.   Having to poop in them, I mean.”

“She’s not don’t that yet?”

“I don’t think so.    Well, I should get to work on this stuff my Dad gave me for homeschool.   I miss you, Linda.”

“I miss you too.   Call me tomorrow.”

[DL64]

thanks for this new chapter

I like where it goes.
I hope he ends up liking these diapers and becomes physically dependent diaper.

[willnotwill]

I've got the plot line for a few more chapters, but it may be hard to resolve this while the pandemic is still going around (don't know how things will end up)/.

[Clr224]

I question the logic that the parents are using to put the kids back in diapers.  The reasoning of the referenced web site isn’t in the story. Most parents are in a hurry to get the kids toilet trained so they don’t have to deal with messy diapers.  The mother insisting on changing her teenagers’ diapers doesn’t seem likely.