What Might Have Been

WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN ====================

NOTE: I consider this story to be a "fictional autobiography." That is, I've written it as a fictional account of my childhood, retaining all original names and places wherever possible. This story is based on an actual boy with whom I was only vaguely acquainted in 1983, the year I was in the eighth grade. I have set the story to take place in the seventh grade, however. John, the boy whom I write about in this story, exhibited very similar interests to mine at the time as far as diapers were concerned. He acted on these feelings in the same way that I did, namely that he would put on several pairs of underpants and poop in them like a diaper. Just like I had done at home in the privacy of my bedroom, I observed John in the P.E. locker room at school wearing multiple pairs of white underpants worn together to simulate a diaper, which is something that I would have never done in school. This story will explore what might have happened, as well as other possibilities, had my life taken the direction in which I write about it in the following story.

While I wish I could say that this story is true, only the first part, "Origins", is true to the best of my recollection as well as my observations that I have chronicled in the first few paragraphs of Part 2. The remainder of the story is only a fantasy of how I imagine that such a friendship with this boy might have been, as well as the consequences that may have resulted, hence the title.

I very much regret not having pursued friendship with this boy as we would have been a perfect match for being best friends. It is because of his behavior, which he made well-known to other classmates, that I did not want to risk losing the few friends that I felt fortunate to have. Most of all, I did not want my peers to know of my diaper interests, to say nothing of other classmates, many of whom I considered to be undesirable at best.

While I acknowledge that it is a long shot, it is my hopes that perhaps this individual is out there on the Internet somewhere and, given the behavior that I observed of him, he will see himself in this story, and he may even possibly contact me. John, if you're out there reading this, this story is for you.

WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN: PART 1- Origins -------------------------------------

I met my best friend John in gym class when I was in the seventh grade. Before I knew John, I didn't have very many friends of my own. Kids always liked to make fun of me for various characteristics that they apparently deemed inadequate. I was short, I had a dorky haircut and dorky glasses, not to mention that my acne didn't help matters, either. In short, I was one of the "school geeks." Only a few other kids shared my misfortune of being ranked so low on the popularity hierarchy, and I wasn't even friends with any of them. They had their own social shortcomings and I didn't want to have anything to do with these guys.

I had gone to the same elementary school since kindergarten, and by this time I had a well-established reputation that had followed me through each grade ever since then. As I went into junior high, this poor reputation had spread to the larger number of students within my class, to say nothing of what the upper classmen thought of me. Just about everybody who knew me identified me as a shy, vulnerable and easily offended kid and they took advantage of it, teasing me and making me cry or otherwise forcing me to attempt to defend myself, much to their amusement.

Gym class put me into an especially awkward situation. I was already ahead of most of the boys as far as puberty was concerned. I was starting to develop peach fuzz on my face, and I already had underarm hair, which required me to start using deodorant. I even had to start shaving before the year was over. I also had hair around my genitals, which were also larger than what most of the boys had. I had never undressed in front of my classmates before, and they knew I was very shy about doing this. If anything, some of them were probably envious of my early development.

As a precaution, I made sure every morning that I didn't come to school wearing any stained underwear as I knew the other kids would have a field day with this otherwise. I had frequent pooping accidents throughout my childhood, although by the time I was twelve years old I had pretty much gotten over this. Still, I had quite a few pairs of underwear that showed evidence of such accidents with a big brown swath stained indelibly into the seat.

I had a particular quirk in my personality when it came to underwear, call it a fetish, if you will. It most likely started when I was about three or four years old. I was still in diapers at that age. I managed to get peeing down okay, as far as I can remember, but I was always pooping in my diapers, and later, training pants and underwear. My earliest recollection of wearing training pants was when I was about three, going on four. I was just wearing the training pants and a shirt. For some reason I enjoyed the looks of my training pants. They were white, much like the diapers that I had been wearing. Also, like the diapers, they were thick and soft and I enjoyed the feeling of wearing them. I especially liked looking that extra panel sewn into the seat, and I assumed that this was because of where my poop went into it.

I was going through the house saying "I go poo-poo!" over and over, feeling the mess wedged between my training pants and my butt. My parents were trying desperately to get me toilet trained. I suppose the fact that my two sisters were each trained at age two (they were girls, of course, who statistically become potty trained before boys do), that my parents may have been expecting the same from me.

I had two things working against me, or for me, depending on which way one looks at it. I enjoyed not only the look and feel of the training pants-- which were more or less diapers as far as I was concerned-- but I seemed to derive some satisfaction from making a mess in them. Even with my Mom and Dad scolding me and making me feel guilty, I felt pleasure from wearing training pants and pooping in them.

The other factor at play here is the way my toilet training was handled. I know that fetishes for wearing diapers can develop when a child is forced through toilet training at too early of an age. Well, my parents could only heed the advice to "wait until he's ready" for so long, and eventually, something had to be done soon. "Can't have him going to kindergarten in diapers, you know." A lot of kindergarten kids do still wear diapers, but I digress.

Because I was past the age of three and still wearing diapers, my parents were taking stronger measures to get me toilet trained. I don't remember receiving any incentives or awards for accomplishing toilet training. As far as I can recall, I was simply expected to poop in the potty, period. I don't remember what all was said to me, but I remember toilet training as being a painful, embarrassing and unpleasant experience with a lot of fussing and crying. Basically, I was being forced through potty training, just at a later age.

Finally, probably closer to age 5 than 4, I was declared potty trained. That is, I could be trusted to wear underpants now, or could I? I do remember that, as a "reward" for my toilet training, my Grandma bought me some underpants. This was before the days of Underoos, Showtoons and Funpals, but they had some fun and colorful designs printed on them.

One afternoon, while I was playing with my Fisher Price toys, my mother came up to me and she showed me one of the pairs that I had soiled. She held the poop-filled crotch up to me and said in an angry voice, "Do you want me to show these to Grandma?!" Just one more unpleasant memory of being expected to use the toilet when I didn't.

Later on, when I was probably 5, perhaps 6 years old, I was at the home of my babysitter, who lived next door to us. One day, I was having a lot of accidents because I had come down with diarrhea. I remember that my mother had given my babysitter a supply of pants and underwear before leaving for work that morning. Throughout the day I kept pooping in my pants and my babysitter kept changing me.

Eventually, I ran out of pants as they were all dirty. I did have plenty of underwear left, however. Seeing that I was just going to poop in my underpants again, and that I didn't have the protection of pants for my next accident, my babysitter decided to put all of my remaining pairs of underwear on me at once. I don't know how many pairs she put on me, but it seemed like it was more than what I was able to count to at that age, it was a lot. All I remember is wondering when she would stop putting underpants on. I remember her having washed the pairs that I already soiled and taking them from the dryer to put on with my remaining supply. When I walked away, I felt the thickness of my multiple underpants surrounding me. It felt very good, and from what I could see of it, it looked good, too. I looked down at my stomach and saw several waistbands stacked atop one another, and the underpants bulged out a ways from my body. It was like wearing training pants again.

This particular incident tends to indicate that perhaps my diaper-lover tendencies were already in place by this time. I enjoyed wearing these multiple underpants around. I liked wearing them in front of her four-year-old daughter, letting her see my "diapers." Maybe I had a streak of exhibitionism in me, hard to say. I looked forward to spending the rest of the afternoon wearing these underpants. When my mother showed up a few minutes later, I felt very disappointed that I would no longer get to go around like this. I remember being escorted out to the street and back over to our house wearing my underwear. I remember that a few days later an older kid in the neighborhood teased me about seeing me in just my underwear.

The fact that I can clearly recall these events of my early childhood with such clarity also suggests that I was determined to be a diaper lover at this time. These events were very significant to me and I have retained these memories for over twenty years as of this writing. In addition, I also enjoyed seeing diaper commercials and diaper ads in magazines, and kids themselves going around in diapers. I seemed to think of underwear as belonging in the same vein as I was likewise drawn to advertisements and live sightings of kids in their underwear.

Even at this age, these interests with underwear and diapers were limited to boys only. I hadn't seen as many girls in diapers or underwear as I did boys, and when I did, it didn't appeal to me at all. Case in point, my babysitter had a daughter who was about a year old at the time, and seeing her in a diaper did not trigger any sort of interest. I am still trying to figure out where my exclusivity towards boys in diapers and underwear came about. This particular trait has been very instrumental in the development of my diaper interests.

My memory seems to get fuzzy from this point. I don't recall much of anything between the ages of 6 and 8. I remember that I went around at bedtime in my underwear quite a bit. I enjoyed doing this because of how my underwear looked. It was quite reminiscent of the training pants, which, in turn, were reminiscent of the diapers. I didn't particularly enjoy wearing my pajama bottoms and often did away with them in the summer, and in the winter, I took them off once I was in bed. My exhibitionist tendencies were also prevalent here.

It surprises me that I never had an accident in school. I avoided having to poop in a toilet at school because I knew from my experiences at home what would happen at school, which would be ten times worse. I endured a lot of teasing from my sisters for stinking up the bathroom, or caught not using toilet paper, which was evidenced by my frequent failure to flush. This was reason alone to be scolded. My Dad took it a step farther and pointed out that I was leaving too big of stools, and therefore, holding it for too long. My mother often scolded me for the skid marks that I left in my underwear. Even years after being toilet trained, I was still catching a lot of flak from my parents because of how I handled my bowel movements.

Even though I lucked out while in school, at home, I felt more at ease about having an accident. Maybe, there was some deep-down subconscious desire to have an accident because of the pleasures it brought to me. After a couple of accidents, I would have to wear several pairs of underpants, much like what my babysitter had me do. I don't remember if the babysitter was the first one to do this, but I know that it wasn't the last time.

It is important to note that the extra pairs of underpants were not intended to be used as a diaper, per se, but this measure was more of a precaution. It was some precaution! I usually wore eight or more pairs at a time! Since I only wore my underwear around at night and that I had two older sisters who saw me dressed like this, it was more embarrassing for them to look at my butt with a brown spot on it, than to see it padded up in extra pairs of underwear with a snow-white appearance on the outside. They also protected the carpet and furniture.

In spite of the teasing that my sisters gave me, I secretly enjoyed the attention that I got from my sisters, knowing that they saw the way I was "diapered" and why. I liked how I looked in my multiple underpants, imagining that I was in real diapers. Naturally, these early childhood experiences were very instrumental in further developing my interests in diapers.

One of my fondest memories is when one of my sisters had one of her friends over for the night and I was playing games with them. At one point I had gotten up and bent over, sticking my butt into this other girl's face. I remember her saying something to the effect that I had a diaper on because of how my underwear looked to her on my butt. Since I liked to show off my "diapers" I'm sure I was wearing more than the usual eight pairs when she made this remark.

As I had mentioned earlier, my diaper interests had developed such that I only associated diapers and accidents with boys. My sisters, being girls obviously, helped to instill a very strong notion in me. They often attributed my tendency to have accidents to the fact that I was a boy. They flaunted the fact that they didn't have accidents and they could still wear their pants in the evening when I was in just my underwear.

I don't recall when the accidents tapered off, but it seemed like after age 10 I was having fewer accidents. I continued to put on extra underwear when I went to bed, having to enjoy it in the privacy of my bedroom. At about age twelve I hit puberty and I had my first ejaculation in my "diapers." I was often tempted to try pooping in them, but I didn't want to risk getting caught. My mother did tell me at this time that I was getting too old to be going around the house in my underwear, which was one of the first times I resented growing up.

By the time I was in junior high, I was jacking off in my "diapers" every night, wanting so desperately to poop in them. I knew that this sort of behavior was unusual since I didn't know of anybody else who even remotely shared these thoughts and feelings, and I wasn't about to go around the school to try to find out.

I needed to talk to somebody about this behavior, somebody that I could trust. During the previous summer I tried to tell a very close friend named Justin about my interests in diapers, well, I vaguely hinted at it, at least. I let Justin see me wearing my underwear in multiples and I even put them on in front of him whenever he came to my house for a sleepover. My hope was that he would understand and perhaps participate in this admittedly unusual activity. The least I wanted out of him was some kind of support.

After trying to explain my behavior to Justin, all he said was that I was weird, and the issue was dropped. I feared that he may sever the friendship and tell everyone at school, which would have been the ultimate betrayal to me since he was the only friend I had that I trusted enough for him to know. We are still friends today. Whether or not he remembers what happened, I don't know. I'm just glad he didn't hold this "weirdness" of mine against me.

I knew I was very much involved with this sort of activity when I started writing stories about it and drawing pictures. I used to keep a notebook and type stories on the computer (a Timex/Sinclair, very primitive by today's standards) and create graphics the best I could, given the limitations of the technology that was available then. I was satisfied with what I produced.

The most disappointing thing about having such desires to wear diapers was that I had nobody at all with whom to share these interests. I felt like I was the only one in the world with these interests, but then I found out that I wasn't alone.

WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN: PART 2- My New Friend ------------------------------------------- xÙ

I had gym class in the seventh grade as required by the school curriculum. At first I was uncomfortable with having to take my clothes off in front of others at school, but within a couple weeks I came to accept it as part of my daily routine. By this time I was used to undressing in front of my classmates, even though they did tease me about my more-developed body (most likely out of jealousy) as well as the fact that sometimes they would see the brown streaks in my underwear, so I had to wonder why they were looking at me there to begin with.

One day, after I had already showered and gotten myself dressed again, I went to the door of the locker room and waited for the bell to ring as we were told to do. While I was waiting, I noticed that this one kid was still busy getting dressed when most of the others were dressed and ready to go at this point. He was still in his underwear and his shirt. He had been in just his underwear for awhile, but he had been busy putting clothes on as I could see from where I was standing.

It was then that I noticed that he was wearing several pairs of underpants over each other. He was putting on another pair when I saw this. I couldn't tell how many pairs he had on, but it was a lot, judging by how much his underwear bulged out. He continued putting more and more underwear on. A substantial pile of underpants remained before him, so I assumed he meant to put all of these on.

I continued to observe this boy with much interest and curiosity. Every day he came to school like this, wearing an untold number of pairs of underpants. During my observations I never did get to see how many more pairs of underwear he put on as the bell usually rang at that time and I didn't want to make my interest in him too obvious. It was a very familiar sight as I had done this sort of thing with my underwear, too, but I would have never come to school like this and let my classmates see me putting on several pairs of briefs. They already had enough things to tease me about.

Over the next several days, I continued to make several more observations of this boy. One was that this boy always came to school wearing the same pair of pants, as if these were the only ones he had. They were also quite a bit larger in size than what would have normally fit him, especially as he was rather slender. It was obvious that he wore the larger pants so that they'd fit over his thickened-up underwear.

One day he was really running behind and I had the pleasure of watching him get dressed from complete nakedness. This allowed me to confirm at least one theory I had about him, that he liked to wear his underwear in thick amounts to simulate a diaper. It was evident that he used his underwear for this purpose as well. When he began putting his underwear on he would start with about six pairs of underwear that were quite badly soiled and very smelly with prominent brown stains smeared throughout the entire seat of each pair. The odors repelled the other kids who were in close proximity. Many of them were grossed out by the sight of his shit-smeared undies. He put all of these pairs on facing the correct way, the butt in the back and the fly in the front. He would then start putting every other pair on backwards. The fly of his briefs would stretch across his rear end, and the seat, which was on the front of him, went way up over his stomach. He'd pull it up as high as he could get it, yanking on its waistband until it would go no higher. The next pair would go on the correct way, and he'd pull the seat up in the rear as high as he could get it. He continued this for several iterations. I noticed that these pairs were not stained with poop, but they were wet and tinted yellow, as if John had peed in these. I could smell urine when he put these pairs on.

I had figured that the purpose of this alternating the orientation of each layer of his underwear was twofold. One was to get more padding in the rear, which the extra layers of each fly front could provide. I also figured that he liked his underwear to go up high all around his body. From my experiences, I knew that it wasn't possible to achieve an equal height all around, and putting a pair on backwards meant that the rise was considerably lower in the rear. Since I did the same things with my underwear back home, I could only assume that his reasons for doing so were the same.

After he had several of these alternating pairs on, he'd top them off with more underwear, all worn the correct way. These pairs were cleaner, at least only moderately stained, some not stained at all, but most of them were dingy. While I was too distant from him to see what the sizes of his underpants were at this stage, I figured that he had to be scaling up the size of his underwear as he got to the outer pairs. He may have had size 10 briefs on at the bottom of the set, and then scaled up to size 14, perhaps even size 16. I was still wearing size 12 myself and I was bigger around the middle than he was, without underwear, of course. All I know is that when he got to the pairs he was putting on before the bell rang and I had to leave, his underwear appeared very big and thick all around him, much like a diaper. A big pile of briefs still awaited their collective placement over several other pairs beneath them.

As one might imagine, this kid was, no doubt, considered to be a complete weirdo, and to a greater extent than what I was known as. He obviously didn't seem to mind that people knew about this particular behavior of his since he came to school like this.

This situation presented itself to be a serious dilemma to me, as the decision I was contemplating could be very rewarding, but it also carried great risks. I really wanted to be friends with this boy, but I knew that, given the reputation that he carried, I didn't need to be known for associating with him and therefore, being suspected of doing the same sort of thing he did, which I did myself, but just not at school. On the other hand, he had no friends that I knew of, and since I didn't have many friends of my own, I figured I had nothing to lose.

Still, I was hesitant about approaching him. I continued to observe him getting dressed every day at the end of P.E. class. It was so hard to watch him get dressed every day without others sensing that I had such a great deal of interest in all the underwear that he liked to wear. Some kids could probably detect the hard-on I had in my pans while I watched him put his underwear on.

Finally, I decided to bite the bullet and approach him. The temptation to talk to him and establish contact with him was too great. I satisfied these feelings by masturbating in my "diapers" every night while thinking about him

It was during a day when we were out on the field playing touch football. I didn't know anything about football, and apparently, this other kid didn't know, either. I had virtually no interest in the sport and I had never bothered to learn anything about it. We were both just going around the field without a clue on what to do. We were on opposite teams, and, no surprise to either of us, we were each picked last by the appointed team captains for that day.

I looked at this kid one day and my stare managed to hold his attention.

"Uh, what's your name?" I asked him shyly. While looking at him I could see the bulge in his gym shorts that his underwear created.

"John," he replied. "Who are you?"

"Danny," I said. I had just broken the ice, but I wasn't sure of what to say next. I didn't want to come right out and tell him why I was interested in talking to him, but I needed to make a start somewhere before this opportunity slipped right through my fingers.

Just as I was preparing to talk to him some more, the coach blew his whistle and called us over to him.

"You boys gonna play football or run around with your thumbs up your butts!" he shouted at us in a gruff voice.

"Uh, I don't know how to play football," I said in a sheepish voice. A round of laugher from the other kids ensued, just as I expected.

"What about you?" the coach asked John.

"I dunno," he said.

"You boys come over here and do some pushups," the coach said.

"How many?" I asked.

"Until the class period's over, now get on the ground! Let's go!" he barked like a drill sergeant. He blew his whistle and told the other students to resume play.

While I had my hands planted on the moist grass and exhausted myself at the 25th or so pushup, I thought about what to say to John when I had a chance to talk to him again. Meanwhile, we were both taunted by kids who came running by. They'd mock me and say "I don't know how to play football, wahhh!"

The coach could see that we were both knocked out from the pushups.

"Well?" he questioned us.

"My arms are tired," I said. John didn't say anything, but his arms were likely feeling the same way.

"Fine, you can exercise your legs then!" he said as he directed us to run around the track. The other kids watched us as we ran around the football field, which the track surrounded. While John was running I could hear some rustling sounds underneath his shorts, but I figured it might have been his shorts themselves. After two laps I was just as tired in my legs and my lungs as I was in my arms. Both John and I were breathing heavily, gasping desperately for oxygen.

What a relief it was to hear the coach blow the whistle and tell us it class was about over. Before he sent us back to the locker room, he said, "tomorrow, we'll show these two boys how to play football!" It was embarrassing, to say the least. "Now hit the showers!" he yelled.

As the other kids ran ahead of us, they continued to tease us about not knowing how to play football. I was too tired to talk to John. Fortunately, lunch was after P.E. and I hoped to catch him then. Of course, I casually observed his excessive use of underpants as he put them on. I estimated he wore at least two dozen pairs of underwear, most likely more. I wished I could have stayed to see how many pairs he eventually put on.

I stood in the lunch line and caught at least one or two more taunts from kids from my P.E. class. After I had my tray in hand, I looked back in the line to see if John was behind me. Seeing that he wasn't there, I hoped to catch him out in the cafeteria. After ambling around through about four or five rows of tables, I spotted him at the end of a table that was mostly unoccupied around him. I hoped my friends wouldn't be upset that I wasn't going to join them today, but I knew that I had something going here with becoming friends with John that was too good to pass up.

I felt somewhat apprehensive as I approached John. I had already built up this much courage to make my move, so I went ahead and sat down across from him.

"Uh hello," I said.

"Hi," he said back as he took a bite from his sandwich.

"I notice that you don't have any friends," I said as my voice cracked.

"No, I don't have any friends," he said.

"Would you like to be friends?" I asked him. I thought for sure I must have sounded stupid, somewhat like that Teddy Ruxpin talking teddy bear.

"Sure," he said. He reached across the table and wanted to shake my hand. As I momentarily gripped onto his hand, I thought about all the elastic waistbands that must have passed through that hand.

John and I mostly engaged in small talk during that lunch hour and I didn't bring up the one topic that had been on my mind the entire day. Just before the bell rang I asked him if we could get together after school. I knew that my friend Kurt would be upset with me as well as Justin, but I figured they'd get over it like they always did every time one of us pissed each other off.

"My Mom picks me up after school," John said. "I'll have to ask her then."

"Well, I don't want to miss my bus, and my last class is way on the other side of the school and I just barely make it," I said. I decided to take my chances and possibly miss my bus.

"I don't see why she wouldn't," John said.

"Well, maybe she'd run me home at least," I said.

"Just meet me out in the front lot," he said.

I was very eager and excited for the rest of that afternoon. I daydreamed through my last two classes and thought about all the things I wanted to find out about John and his behavior with his apparent fetish for underwear.

When the last bell rang, I darted out of the classroom and went towards the front of the school. I looked around for John and I found him standing by the flagpole. I hoped Kurt and Justin wouldn't see me, though they would likely wonder why I wasn't on the bus with them. I didn't care, I was way too excited and consumed in thinking about getting to know John better. I ran over to John and joined him as he walked towards his mother, who was waiting in her car. A chubby-looking girl was sitting in the front seat with her. I assumed that she was John's sister. As I recalled the ways my own sisters treated me when I had accidents and wore extra underpants, I became very excited, thinking about John possibly being subjected to similar treatment. At least I knew she had to have been exposed to John's behavior and likely had her own feelings about her brother's apparent obsession with underwear.

"There you are!" John's mother said. "I was wondering where you were."

"Sorry, Mom, I was waiting for this guy," John said.

"Who is he?" she asked.

"His name's Danny, and he's my new friend."

"Pleased to meet you, Danny," his mother said.

"Can he come home with us?" John asked.

"Well, he's here with you, he might as well," John's mother said. "As long as you don't mind him coming over," his mother added, as if somehow she felt that John would be embarrassed to have me there and see what he wears underneath his pants.

"It's all right, Mom," John said. John opened the back door and told me to get in.

"Christine, this is my friend Danny," John introduced me to his sister.

"Hi," she said as she turned around and looked at me as she was popping her bubble gum.

"That's Christine, my sister," John said. "She's a tenth grader now. We usually just call her C.J."

"So how did you two meet?" his mother asked him.

"We met in P.E.," he said. "Then we had lunch together."

For the remainder of the drive to his house, there was mostly small-talk. John only lived about two miles from the school and about a mile away from my house. We pulled up to his house. It was a small house located in the older part of town.

"Can I use your phone?" I asked as we pulled up along the curb. "I need to call my Mom."

"Sure, go ahead," she said.

"See you later tonight," their mother said as she kept the engine running and drove off.

"Where's your Mom going?" I asked John.

"Back to work, my parents own their own business."

"So do mine," I said. "They own a drug store."

"Mine have a thrift store in Boise," John said. "We get al kinds of used stuff, some of it's really good, too."

I followed John and C.J. into their house. The first thing I noticed was a mixture of pee and poop odors that filled the air. I looked over on the couch and saw a laundry basket full of boys' underpants and more pairs stacked on the arm of the couch. I noticed that there were some loose pairs sitting in a basket and several more pairs strewn about the living room floor. Not surprisingly, many of the pairs had poop stains in them and pee stains, too. I assumed that John was the only boy in this house, so all of this underwear must have belonged to him. I could barely see straight I was so excited.

"The phone's right around the corner in the kitchen," C.J. directed me. I noticed that John had gone down the hallway, apparently into his bedroom. I contacted my Mom at her work and told her where I was.

"Kurt and Justin said you didn't get on the bus with them," my Mom said. "They figured you might have missed it and I was about to leave to come pick you up."

"Well, that's why I called you," I said. "Were Kurt and Justin mad at me?"

"I don't know, but they probably wanted to spend the afternoon with you."

"Well, I've spent every afternoon with them, and I just met this guy, he's really cool, so I just wanted to come over to his house and get to know him."

"All right," my mother said. "What's his name?"

"John," I said. "He says he didn't have any friends before I met him," I told my mother.

"Maybe John can join you and the other boys and do things with you," my Mom said. I thought about the conflict that I was faced with concerning my other friends, since John was only a new friend, but I knew I could have fun with him in ways in which neither Kurt nor Justin would ever participate.

"I'll pick you up after 6:00," my mother told me before she hung up.

WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN: PART 3- After-School Fun ----------------------------------------------

When I hung up the phone and went back out to the living room I noticed that John had removed his pants and he was going around in just his underwear, leaving his shirt and his socks alone as he was still wearing these. I noticed that he was also wearing his underwear much thicker than what I had seen in the locker room , which was plenty thick as it was. I figured he was wearing at least twice as many pairs! Most notably, I noticed that John put a pair of plastic pants over his underwear. The plastic pants fit snugly over his bulging briefs. As I had never seen him finish "diapering" himself after gym class, I never saw him put the plastic pants on when he was done. This explained the rustling sound I heard when he and I were running around the track at school.

I especially enjoyed seeing that he felt at ease to be dressed like this in the presence of his sister, who was probably used to this sort of thing. It gave me a hard-on to see this. I suppose it's because I liked having my sisters see that I needed to wear "diapers" when they didn't, especially as my sisters constantly pointed out this difference between myself and them, to which they attributed was a difference between all boys and girls.

Still, C.J. felt that, for my sake, she needed to explain her brother's unusual behavior involving going around wearing a few dozen pairs of underwear.

"I hope you don't mind that my brother likes to go around in his underwear," C.J. said.

"Uh no, that's fine," I said. I watched John as he went past me and into the kitchen. That boy really padded his butt up! I could see the creases and folds converging more densely at the base of his behind, indicating the heavy volume of underpants that he had on. C.J. saw me turning my head and then looking at John's butt.

"I'm sure you probably noticed that he wears a lot of underwear, too," C.J. added with a little smile on her face. "He likes to wear them like that."

"Yeah, I know, we have P.E. together," I said. "He looks like he's got a lot more pairs on now than when I saw him in school," I remarked, likely feeling as embarrassed as C.J. was probably feeling.

"Oh yeah," C.J. told me. "He wears a lot more pairs at home, since he has to wear his pants to school and they won't fit if he wears any more. So when he comes home he puts more of them on and then he leaves his pants off. He couldn't wear his pants if he wanted to. They won't fit over all his underwear, and he likes me to see him wearing his underwear, anyway."

My dick was so hard that I thought I was going to come without even touching it! I thought of several questions to ask C.J. about John, but I was too embarrassed to ask her and I thought that I would ask John these questions instead.

"There's something else you should probably know about my brother," C.J. told me. "It's kind of gross-sounding."

"What's that?" I asked her, eager to hear her answer.

"He poops in his underwear. That's why he wears it that way. It's kind of like wearing a diaper. He wears it thick so that his poop won't get on the furniture or leak out, especially if he gets diarrhea, which is a lot of the time. I know that sounds kind of weird," she said, sounding sheepish.

"It makes sense to me," I said, trying not to reveal too much too soon to C.J. about my own similar experiences with pooping in my underwear.

"So what's with the plastic pants?" I asked C.J.

"Well, that's the other half of it," she said. "Since John puts on all that underwear, he can't get it off when he has to pee, so he pees in his undies, too, and the plastic pants keep everything from getting wet."

"I see," I said. I was shaking so nervously.

"Relax," C.J. told me. "Sit down."

Having sat down, I felt a little better, but I was still shaking.

"Why are you so nervous?" C.J. asked. "Does my brother's behavior make you uncomfortable?"

"Oh no, no, it's not that," I said. I then felt that now was as good of time as any to explain to C.J. why I was so eager to become friends with John. After a lot of hemming and hawing, I finally spoke.

"Actually, well," I said as I paused once again. "I sometimes do it, too." I knew I was being too vague in my response.

"Do what?" C.J. asked.

"Uhh, go the bathroom-- in my underwear."

"Really?" she said, very surprised as her eyes became wide open. "Are you serious?"

"Well, yeah," I said.

"Do you put on a lot of underwear like John does?"

"Yeah, but not as much as John wears," I replied as my voice cracker. I was still shaking. My heart was racing and I could feel my face getting hot. I was even hyperventilating.

"It's okay," C.J. said. "I understand that you've probably never told anybody that.

"Not anyone besides John," I said.

"I understand. I'm a girl, and you don't really know me. But don't worry, you can tell me anything. Remember that I see my brother like this every day."

"Okay, thanks, " I said, trying to calm myself down some more. I felt more at ease and more trusting of C.J. C.J. took a hold of my hand.

"So, Danny, you really go around in your underwear like John? You put on several pairs?"

"I used to have to wear them that way for accidents, it was sort of like, well, a diaper," I said. I felt my penis getting very aroused at this point. A tent formed in my pants, and I knew that C.J. could see it, too.

"Do you still have these pooping accidents?" C.J. asked me pointblank.

"Not like I used to," I said, answering C.J.'s question honestly. "But, you know, I think about doing it still. I'd get in big trouble if I got caught," I lamented.

"Not John!" C.J. said. "He does it all the time."

"Seriously?" I asked her. "Why does he do it?"

"Well, it's a long story," C.J. said. "I'm sure John would be glad to tell you."

C.J. looked at me and could tell that I was still embarrassed about her asking me these things. Other than my ill-fated attempt to bring it up with Justin, I had never spoken to anyone out in the open about my "diaper" interests, let alone a girl, a girl I had only known for a few minutes.

I looked into the kitchen and I could see John standing at the refrigerator. I could see his very thick underpants bulging out from his butt as he bent over to reach into the refrigerator. His slender, bare legs and striped socks seemed to accent his "diapers" rather nicely. His briefs came up so high in the back, and he even had his shirt tucked in, apparently to allow his briefs to show in their entirety.

"Just relax," C.J. said to me as I had stood up. "Sit back down."

"Sorry," I said, not realizing how nervous I still was. "I've just never spoken to anyone about this. I thought I was the only one who did this."

"Well, John's always felt the same way," C.J. said to me. "I thought my brother was the only one who did this, too."

John came back into the room at that time with a box of crackers and two cans of soda.

"You want a Coke?" John offered me.

"Sure, thanks," I said as I took a can from him. He stood before me exhibiting his thick briefs. I could see the fly front of the outermost pair showing through underneath his plastic pants. I could also see some wetness and a tint of yellow, indicating that he had peed in his briefs. John set the crackers and his drink down on the coffee table. He bent over, giving me a good look at all the underwear padding up his butt. I just loved looking at all the creases and folds in his underpants as they all converged together at the base of his butt. He seemed to be taking his time doing this, as if he wanted to make sure I was looking at him, which I most certainly was. While he was doing this, I heard a wet, juicy fart come out of his butt. I thought he had loaded his underpants right there.

"Excuse me," John said.

"My brother farts a lot, too," C.J. said. "Good thing you wear all those undies to filter out the smells," she said as she patted John's butt. I could barely see straight I was so excited now.

"So John, Danny tells me that he poops in his underwear, too!" C.J. said to her brother as he sat down on the couch next to me. I felt awkward that she had just said this so openly.

"Really?" he said, surprised at hearing this.

"Yeah, well, not as much as I used to," I added. I looked at John, glancing down at his white briefs bulging out from his crotch and then explained to him my reason to become friends with him.

"When I saw you in the locker room and I saw that you did this with your underwear, that's when I decided to talk to you," I explained to John.

"Cool!" John said.

"Do you wear several pairs at a time, like I do?" John asked.

"I do, but I just wear them like that at home," I said. "Just at bedtime, and I have to wait until I'm in bed, too. My Mom doesn't like me going around in my underwear since I'm 'getting too old' to do that, anymore." I said this with an air of resentment. "I used to get to go around in my underwear in front of everyone, too."

"That's too bad," John said. "Does your Mom know that you like wearing them several pairs thick?" John asked me.

"Oh yeah, in fact, my Mom used to make me wear them like this. It must have started when I was five or six, because I kept having accidents, and sometimes I wore several pairs, to work sort of like a diaper, you know. Anyway, it was just in case I had an accident, but I still had to use the toilet and I couldn't just poop in them on purpose."

C.J. sat back and giggled. She was sitting with her legs open, her denim blue jeans a stark contrast to the multiple white underpants that her brother was wearing.

"Have you ever had an accident in school?" John asked me.

"No, I've been lucky, because sometimes I really have to go by the time I get home," I answered.

"Not me, that's why I wear them to school, too, because sometimes I have accidents there," he said. "In fact, I have them quite a bit, but I didn't have one today."

"You know, we're a lot alike," I said to John. "What does your sister think of you doing this?"

"I think he looks cu-uute in his undies," C.J. said with a big smile. She reached behind me and snapped his waistbands and his plastic pants. I heard her release them one at a time. I heard several of them snap back onto his back. "The way John wears his underpants, he looks like he's in diapers!"

"My sisters said the same thing, too," I said.

"You have sisters, too?" C.J. said.

"Yeah, they're both older than me," I said. "One of them's also in the tenth grade."

"What's her name?" C.J. asked me.

"Rena," I replied. "Rena Cross."

"Hmm, I think I know a Rena in my English class," she said. "Who's your other sister?"

"Her name's Julie, but she went off to college this fall," I said.

"Oh," C.J. said. "Well, you boys have fun."

C.J. then left from the room and went back to her own bedroom to do her homework.

As I sat next to John, I kept looking at how his underwear was stacked up in his crotch so heavily.

"Can I ask something?" I approached John.

"Sure," he said.

"How many pairs are you wearing now?"

"Thirty-six," he replied without hesitation. He spread his legs completely open and then scooted farther back so I could see more of his rear end.

"I only wear about fifteen at school," he said.

I was thinking, "only fifteen?"

"My pants don't fit if I wear more than that," John said, implying that he would likely wear more if he could. I nearly shot a cum load into my pants just from hearing how many pairs he was wearing! My urge to "diaper up" was becoming much too strong now.

The most I've ever tried wearing is maybe twenty pairs," I said to John. "I usually sleep in ten or twelve pairs, though."

I told John about some of my other experiences, including trying to explain my interests to Justin. As we talked about wearing multiple underpants and pooping in them like diapers, I couldn't stand the urge any longer. I wanted to be going around in my underwear just like John was doing. I was feeling envious of him because he apparently got to do this every day, all the time, just when my mother had told me recently that I was getting too old to be running around the house in my underwear.

"Hey, uh, I was wondering, if, you know, maybe I could..."

"You wanna wear some of my underwear?" John said, knowing that this was what I was going to ask.

"Uh yeah," I said. I thought I was going to faint.

"Come on back," John directed me to his bedroom. I followed behind and watched the creases in the seats of his briefs and his plastic pants shifting as he walked. His plastic pants crinkled and rustled with every step. As I walked into his bedroom, the first thing I noticed was that there was no door.

"Where's your door?" I asked him.

"I don't have one," he said. "The hinge broke on the door to C.J.'s room, so we moved the door to her room. I figure I don't need a door since I'm not worried about someone barging in on me and catching me in my underwear," he joked.

"Yeah, I guess that's true," I said, realizing that John's need for privacy while dressing and undressing was more or less null and void.

"Well, what about when you're naked?"

"Well, that's something everyone's used to seeing, too," he added, still sounding hesitant.

I walked into John's room and I could smell his soiled underpants even more strongly. I noticed a big pile of dirty underwear sitting in one corner of his room. They were all filthy, soaked in pee and smothered in brown poop. They were all bundled together, as if taken off in bunches like I always did, only that I had to separate mine before my Mom came in and saw that I was wearing them like this.

John then showed me his underwear drawers. He had two sets of them, they were identical, each with four wide, deep drawers. They all contained his underwear and only his underwear. The first four drawers contained all of his size 12 underwear, indicated by some labels that he had affixed to the drawers using a Dymo labeler. These were also the pairs that were stained the most from being pooped in so much. The others contained sizes 14 and 16. He had just about every brand imaginable. He had over a dozen different waistband stripe patterns, though he seemed to have more Fruit of the Loom, characterized by the two blue stripes around the waistband. They were all white pairs, just like what I always wore, no colors, solids or character prints. He apparently liked plain vanilla white underpants just like I did. He even had some pairs that were double-seated, which I hadn't seen or worn since I was eight years old! What a shame that they were all stained as I wouldn't have minded taking some of them with me.

"Jeez, how many pairs do you have?" I asked him.

"426," he said, having known the exact count.

"426? Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "Why so many?"

"My Mom is always bringing underwear home to me," he said.

"You keep an exact count, too?" I said. "I only have 55 pairs," I said. I used to think that 55 pairs was a lot and I felt proud of this. "These includes some older ones that I dug out of the bag that my Mom was going to take to the Salvation Army," I added. I further explained that I retrieved my old underwear so that when I had the house to myself I could poop in these pairs and then throw them away before anybody came home.

"Nobody would want my underwear when I'm done with it," John said with a grin.

"Well, take off your pants," John said. As I pulled them down, my erection popped straight out and a tent appeared underneath the one pair of briefs I had on. It seemed like the biggest hard-on I ever had during the last year of so of my pubescent state. I wasn't sure how far along John's genitals were developed since I had never seen him without at least half a dozen pairs of underwear on. John was impressed that I was exhibiting such arousal with underwear. I then took my own briefs off so that they wouldn't get soiled, being that I'd have them to wear them home.

John then reached into his "size 12" drawer and handed me a big stack of briefs, about a dozen of them, most of them Fruit of the Looms. It was no surprise that they were all badly stained, many of them solid brown all the way across the seat. I could plainly see what John meant by the Salvation Army not wanting his underwear. While most boys probably wouldn't wear another boy's underwear, especially in such condition, I was very excited to wear his underwear that was so badly stained that it didn't matter that I was about to poop in it myself. I started putting the underpants on, one pair at a time, the set of briefs becoming thicker and thicker. By the time I pulled the last pair up, it fit tightly over the other eleven pairs.

John then handed me another stack of underpants, this time, from his "size 14" drawer. These were cleaner, but still dingy. John told me to alternate these pairs so that every other one was backwards. Doing as I had watched John do in the locker room, I put on every other pair backwards so that the fly was on my butt and the seat came up higher in the front. I put eight of these pairs on.

"You do that, too?" John asked me, noting that I was alternating every other pair.

"I picked it up from watching you," I said. John just nodded at this.

To top things off, John then gave me some pairs from one of the "size 16" drawers. Even these pairs had lost their luster, but some of them appeared to be new. There were twelve pairs. I was already wearing twenty pairs at this point, which was the most I had ever tried to wear at once. Putting these on would make my underwear 32 pairs thick! The other underpants were already getting to feel very tight. I was trembling with nervousness, but also with anticipation. I never had such an adrenaline rush like the first time I "diapered up" in front of someone other than my family. John watched me as I put the remaining pairs of underwear on. By this time he was lying on his bed and watching me. He sat with his legs spread apart and his crotch sticking out. I looked back and noticed that John was massaging the front of his underpants as he watched me. He told me to turn around so he could see my butt, so I did.

"Ooh yeah!" he said as he began to jerk off more vigorously at the sight of my "diapered" derriere. "You look good in my underwear!" he said.

"Thanks," I replied nervously, not intending to put on a show for John, though I was enjoying the fact that he was getting off on how I looked to him. It got me off, too.

"I've never seen anyone but myself wearing so much underwear at one time," he said. "I never realized how fun it would be to look at another boy in thirty pairs of underwear."

"I'm wearing thirty-two pairs," I corrected John as I put the last pair of underpants on. It could barely fit over the massive bunch of briefs that I was already wearing.

"This is the most I've ever worn," I said as I walked and felt the thick, diaper-like mass of underpants padding up my crotch and my butt.

"I put fifty pairs on once," John said. "I couldn't fit any more after that."

John then handed me the plastic pants.

"You want me to wear these, too?" I asked.

"Well, I don't think you're going to want to take all those underpants off if you go to the toilet to pee," he said.

"Okay," I said. "I just haven't peed in my underwear much," I said.

"You never wet the bed?" he said.

"Not that I can remember," I answered. "My problem has always been with pooping." I then slipped on the plastic pants and pulled them up over my underpants. They were very big plastic pants, but seeing that they had to fit over so much underwear, I could see why they had to be the size they were. By the time I got them over my briefs they looked just as tight and as snug as John's.

John then told me to go look at myself in the mirror. He had a mirror on his closet door. I walked up to it and saw just how heavily I had padded up my butt in solid underwear. I could see why John was so aroused as the sight of my own butt intensely made me want to join him on his bed and jack off while we looked at each other in our "diapered" states. I did sit on his bed with him, but we just talked for now.

I enjoyed telling John about my early childhood experiences and how I developed such an admittedly odd behavior with wearing underpants like a diaper and pooping in them, or at least wanting to. My story took maybe fifteen to twenty minutes. John's story was more involved, however. He spent a half hour explaining what he had gone through.

WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN: PART 4- John's Story ------------------------------------------

"So, what's your story?" I asked John. I was eager to learn about why he exhibited this behavior concerning wearing multiple underpants and pooping in them like a diaper.

"Well, I have something called encopresis," John said. "Have you ever heard or that before?"

"Uhh, no," I said. "What is it?"

"Well, the doctor explained it to me once, and he was saying something about the asshole getting stretched out, and that I don't always know when I'm about to poop."

His explanation sounded valid and interesting. I began to wonder if I may have had a similar condition. I don't recall my doctor ever having made such a diagnosis nor my parents telling me that I had this. John continued his story.

"I kept having accidents and I was kept in diapers until I went to kindergarten. My Mom didn't want me to wear diapers to kindergarten and told me that I had to learn to get to the toilet when I had to poop. I kept pooping my pants in class and kids laughed at me. My Mom got mad at me for having to come to the school to bring me a change of clothes and my Dad was always yelling at me about it, making me sit on the toilet all night after I pooped my pants. I learned to hate going to the toilet because of what my Dad put me through."

"So when did you start wearing your underwear like that?" I asked.

"First grade," John said. "We lived in southern California then, so it was always warm and we played outside a lot. One day I was looking at a boy across the street playing outside in a diaper. His name was Corey and he was about five years old, and at first I thought he was just in his underwear, so I went over. As I got closer, I noticed his underwear looked really thick, and by the time I got up to him, I realized that his underwear was actually a diaper. He was in cloth diapers and plastic pants. It was the first time I saw any kid in cloth diapers. He was wearing a lot of diapers, too, I might add. Corey didn't seem to mind that I was there and he wasn't embarrassed about being in diapers. I said hi to him and I asked him why he wore diapers.

"'I have to wear them,' he said. 'I can't go to the bathroom.' I noticed that he was wearing like five or six cloth diapers, they really made his butt stick out. I thought they looked like several pairs of underwear worn together, and that's when I think I realized there was something about diapers and underwear being the same and I thought about wearing several pairs together.

"I noticed that he smelled, too, so I knew he pooped in them. We played together for a few minutes, and then his younger sister came out and she said 'mom says to go in the house so she can change your diapers.' She was a year younger than him. She had a swimsuit on, so I knew that she didn't wear diapers.

"I asked if I could go in, and he said I could, so I went in. I met his mom and she told me that I could stay and play with Corey, but she had to change him and she told me to wait. I watched his sister go in there to watch, which excited me. A few minutes later they all came out. His mom was carrying a bucket and I could see the poopy diapers in it. Then Corey came out in fresh diapers, just as thick, if not thicker. We played for about an hour and then my Mom called me home. All I could think about was trying to put my underwear on like a diaper.

"When I went to bed that night I pulled open my underwear drawer and thought about putting on as many pairs as I could, so I think I put ten of them on. I looked at my butt in the mirror and I thought that I was wearing a diaper. These were the double-seated kind that I was wearing, too, so my butt really stuck out.

"Anyway, I went out to the front room and C.J. laughed at me and asked me what I was wearing so much underwear for.

"'It's a diaper,' I said. C.J. asked me why I wanted to wear a diaper and I told her that the boy across the street wore them. C.J. then told Mom, so she came out and saw me in my 'diaper' and C.J. explained it to my Mom. She told me to take them off, so I did, but I put them back on when I went to bed. I wore them in bed every night.

"I was still having accidents at school, and I was tired of messing my pants, so one day I decided to wear several pairs of underwear to school. I had an accident that day, but it was nice that I didn't get my pants dirty. The school still called my Mom and told her to bring me some clean clothes, so she found out that I was wearing my underwear like a diaper.

"Well, my Mom and Dad didn't think I should do that and they kept telling me that if I did, I would never learn to get to the toilet. I think I was beginning to learn that I wanted to wear diapers instead of trying to make it to the stupid ol' toilet, so I went over to Corey's after school and asked his Mom to put a diaper on me. I didn't think she'd do it, but she did. She put six diapers on me, same as what she put on Corey, and let me play with Corey all day in them. It was the first time I peed in a diaper, too, since they were really pinned on and I couldn't take them off. I pooped in them, too, and it was so fun! Corey's Mom changed us both and I went back home wearing my underwear and my pants.

"Well, after a few days, my Mom and Dad found out that I was going over there to wear diapers with Corey and they told me that I couldn't see him anymore. I was mad, so I went into my room and put all my underwear on and told my Mom and Dad that I was not going to poop in a toilet anymore. Of course I got spanked and grounded and they took away my underwear, giving me only one pair at a time. I still had accidents at school, but my Mom decided to make me go around the rest of the day in poopy pants, so that was really embarrassing.

"I started pooping my pants on purpose, and I got the furniture and the floor and everything else dirty and smelly. Then my parents finally gave up on me. They told me that if this was what I wanted to wear, then this was what I would be expected to wear all the time. They gave me all my underwear and told me to put it on until I couldn't fit any more. I think I got twelve of them on. They said that I was only allowed to use the toilet to pee. Then they went out and got me some bigger underwear and had me wear that, too.

"I got tired of having to take off all my underpants to pee and didn't see that there was any reason for me to do so, so I started peeing in my underwear. I didn't think it would soak through all the underwear that I was wearing, so when my Mom asked me why I was doing this, I told her that I didn't like taking off all my underwear to pee. This is when she went out and got some plastic pants. From that day on, I never used the toilet again."

"Never?" I asked. "Not even once?"

"Nope," John said. He then slapped his buttocks simultaneously and said, "I've been this way ever since."

"C.J. thought this was funny at first, so she took a whole bunch of pictures of me, which I'll show you later. She invited all her friends over to see me. They all laughed and I was embarrassed, but I liked the attention. They kept patting my butt, snapping my waistbands, calling me 'diaper boy.'

"Ever since then, I have never peed or pooped in a toilet, and I have spent every day after school in just my underwear and I pee and poop in it every day. I guess it goes hand in hand with having encopresis. I love wearing it, and I like how it looks and feels, both the feel of the underpants and how it feels after I poop in it and wear it awhile. My dick always got hard over this, especially when I pooped in my underwear, and when I was eleven I started jacking off and I did this for awhile, and then one day I felt something funny when I did it. It felt good, so I began doing it all the time."

I was damn near ready to come at this point. I had a lot of questions running in my mind, such as whatever became of Corey. My biggest curiosity was why John wore several pairs of underpants. With this I then asked John why he didn't just wear diapers like Corey did. It was evident that there were diapers available that would fit older boys such as John.

"Well, at first my Mom and Dad said that I didn't need diapers since I was only pooping, but then after I started peeing in them and they gave me plastic pants they figured this worked just as well. I asked them about diapers one time and they said they didn't want me to deal with pins to put them on, or having to buy me disposable diapers all the time. Besides, with the thrift shop, my Mom and Dad get more underwear donations than we can sell, so I usually end up with it. A lot of people don't like used underwear anyway, especially the boys' underwear since a lot of the boys' underwear is stained with pee and poop, especially poop. I also like the fly front and the waistbands and their stripes, and you don't get these on diapers."

I thought of some more questions to ask. My thoughts were interrupted, though, when suddenly I heard a muffled farting noise. This one was longer and it sounded juicier and it came out in repeated successions a few seconds apart. I knew that John had just pooped in his briefs.

"Oh yeah, I'm shitting my undies! I'm shitting my undies!" John said loudly as he lifted his legs and began rubbing the fly fronts of his underpants feverishly. I was surprised that he did this without even having a door to close on his bedroom. He was just as uninhibited about expressing and acting upon his sexual urges as he was about wearing multiple underpants to school.

Curious, I asked John if I could feel the mess through his underwear. He told me to go ahead, so he got up and stuck his butt towards me. I ran my hand over his behind, feeling his slick, tight plastic pants covering his white padding. I couldn't even tell that he had pooped since John had on three dozen pairs of underwear. Still, it felt very exciting. I ran my hand over my own privates through my underwear as I did this. John then lay back down on his bed.

"Bend over and stick your butt in my face," John told me. I had never been asked to do this for anyone, so I felt silly about doing it. John insisted that I do it, explaining that he would enjoy the "live visual aid." With this, I stood next to him beside his bed. He looked at my "diapered" behind as he continued masturbating. I looked out of his room and saw C.J. walk by. She stopped for a moment and smiled at me, but she didn't seem surprised that John was doing what he was doing and had put me into such a compromising position. After moaning and groaning, John stopped masturbating. I figure he must have come in his underpants at that point.

"Ooh yeah, that was the best one ever," John said as he breathed heavily. I could smell the mess in his underpants as he lay on his bed. I looked at his crotch and what I could see of his butt and thought about what his underpants must have looked like from the inside. I was ready to jack off myself, and before I realized it, I was stroking myself.

"You want to use my bed?" John offered to me as he got up. He must have known how I was feeling and that I was in desperate need to jack off. I lay down on John's bed and I felt the warmth that his body heat had left behind. John then bent over and stuck his butt towards me. I had to agree that the "visual aid" enhanced the experience greatly.

At that time, I felt that I had to poop myself. I tried to resist at first, knowing that my Mom would probably show up before too long. In spite of this concern, I gave into my young erotic urges as I was so overwhelmed with excitement from listening to John tell his story. I had come this far and I was wearing over 30 pairs of underwear and feeling very tempted to poop in them. I couldn't let myself go home and feel disappointed and thinking "I should have done it."

With this, I decided to go ahead and do it. I lay still and relaxed as I began pushing my stools out of my butt and loading my underpants. I farted as I began to shit in the briefs. It felt so naughty and pleasurable to do this so openly and deliberately with John enjoying the smell of my poop. I knew that I was a mess inside my underwear and I could smell my poop. I pooped some more and felt it spread throughout the inside of my briefs. The warm shit coated my butt and went up towards my balls. I thought I was in heaven! I was ready to ejaculate as I began stroking myself, feeling the mess in my thickly stacked briefs, thinking of them as a diaper. Within minutes, I had shot a cum load into my underwear. It was, by far, the best jackoff I had ever enjoyed.

John and I had a half hour to go before my Mom was expected to pick me up, though we had lost track of time. We spent this time sitting together in his room, sitting across from each other on his bed enjoying the sight of each other's multiple underpants stacked atop one another and packed into our crotches. John showed me the pictures that his sister had taken of him since he began wearing multiple underpants. My dick was just recovering from the intense jackoff that I just had. It felt very sensitive as I rubbed it while looking at the pictures.

John also had an extensive collection of boys' underwear ads as well as diaper ads, the latter of which all featured boys as well. John explained to me that since his mother and father owned a thrift storehe had an extensive collection of used magazines from the store.

"I spent a whole week just going through them and finding all the ads I wanted," John said. "I probably have at least two or more of a lot of them," John told me. "I'll give you the duplicates sometime."

"Gee, thanks!" I said. I looked at the time and realized that my Mom would probably be here in five minutes.

"Shit!" I said. "I gotta go change!"

"Just run into the bathroom and stand in the shower and spray yourself off," John said. I hurriedly ran in and closed the door and stripped the plastic pants and the underpants off. They were in just as bad of shape as I expected, poop all over them. The air stank. I ran into the shower and turned it on. Out of force of habit, I got my hair and the rest of my body wet.

"Dammit!" I said. "I'm not taking a full shower, I just need to get my butt clean!"

I let the warm shower water rinse off my behind, cleansing the shit from my butt and watching it flow into the drain. As soon as I felt I was clean I got out, realizing that I didn't have my own clothes with me except for my shirt. Being completely naked I ran into John's room and put on my underwear and then my pants. During that time the door bell rang.

"Shit!" I thought. "I bet it's my Mom."

A couple seconds later, C.J. yelled "Danny, your Mom's here."

"Tell her I'll be right out," I yelled. As I hurriedly put my pants on, I thought of what I could tell my Mom to explain my wet hair. I had no time to dry it. I put my socks on and then my shoes.

"Oh hi, Danny," my Mom said as she greeted me in the front room.

"Oh hi, Mom," I said.

"Why is your hair wet?" she asked.

I had no answer at all, but C.J. covered for me.

"We were in a water balloon fight out in the yard," she said. I wanted to thank C.J. and I owed her for covering for me. As it was an early fall day and the weather was in the low 70's, however, I wasn't sure if the water balloon story would, well, hold water.

"Can I meet your new friend?" My mom asked me. I ran back and asked John if he minded meeting my Mom. He didn't seem to mind being seen as he came out and introduced himself. My Mom just looked at him, seeing that his underwear bulged out so much, plus the fact that he had plastic pants on over them. Other than his smells, she didn't know that underneath all that underwear was a big pile of shit.

"Well, let's go home now. I'll have dinner ready shortly," my Mom said.

"Pleased to meet you, John," my mom said to him, trying not to acknowledge that he was very much in his underwear. "Nice meeting you too, C.J."

"See you tomorrow, John," I said as I left.

WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN: PART 5- The Big Secret --------------------------------------------

While the drive from John's house back to my house was only a mile and about two or three minutes, it seemed longer as I sat there next to my Mom, not wanting her to know what I had done that afternoon while with John. At first I thought Mom wouldn't say anything about John. I felt so awkward as the silence hung heavily over us. It seemed that there should have been some conversation between us. The silence seemed to suggest to my Mom that I was withholding something from her as she probably expected me to talk about my new friend.

"So how was your day with John?" my Mom asked as we pulled up to a red light.

"It was fine, we had fun," I said.

"What did you guys do?"

"Watched TV, played some Atari," I said, citing the same usual activities that I often engaged in with Kurt and Justin.

"I couldn't help but to notice that John was going around in his underwear," my Mom commented. My heart began to beat nervously.

"Yeah, he was, wasn't he?" I replied, my voice cracking and straining. "He didn't have his pants on."

"Probably because he couldn't fit anything over all that underwear he had on," my mother remarked. "Even you never wore nearly as much as he was wearing. I hope he isn't being abused or anything."

"Not that I could tell," I said. "He seems to like wearing his underwear like that."

I wasn't sure what else to say, if to say anything more at all. My mouth turned dry. I tried to anticipate what my mother would say next, hoping that perhaps she would drop the subject. I thought that we would be home soon, but instead, my mother turned the other way and headed towards the grocery store.

"I thought we were going home," I told her.

"I need to pick up a few things at the store for dinner," my Mom said. I knew I was captive in the car for a couple minutes more, giving my Mom the opportunity to talk about her observations on John.

"Remember when you used to go around in your underwear like that?" my Mom said. Of course I remembered, but I just didn't want Mom to know that I thought about it so much, and still did it.

"Yeah," I said.

"Does John have a lot of accidents like you did?" my Mom asked me.

"Yeah, he told me that he has something called enco...something, I don't remember what he called it."

"Encopresis," Mom told me. "I think you may have had that, too, but the doctor never said anything when I had you checked out for it. I'm just glad you stopped having those accidents. That must be awfully embarrassing for him if he has to wear his underwear like it's a diaper or something. And he had plastic pants on, too. Does he have wetting problems, too, that you know of?"

"Yeah, he mentioned something about that, too," I said, minimizing my answer.

I couldn't believe my Mom was talking about this now. My dick grew hard as I thought about my past experiences with multiple underpants as well as John's present-day experiences. I didn't know what to say, so I remained silent as we pulled into the parking lot.

I walked through the store following my Mom, thinking about a lot of things, mainly whether or not my Mom would let me do things with John and whether or not she would pick up on my feelings about pooping accidents and wearing multiple underpants. We passed through the diaper section, which I always looked at, focusing specifically on the boys' diapers and the pictures that were on them. I briefly fantasized my Mom filling up the cart with boys' diapers and telling me that she knew what I was up to and would make me wear diapers from now on. Of course this didn't really happen, and the diapers would have never fit me anyway.

I was still feeling concerned about how my Mom felt about John and the fact that he wore multiple pairs of underpants with plastic pants. After rehearsing my question in my mind, I asked Mom, though I didn't deliver it the way I rehearsed it.

"Mom? You don't mind that John has that, you know, his problem?"

"No, just as long as you don't tease him about it," my Mom answered. "I'm still concerned about his mother's role in this. I hate to think that he's being abused, but you never know."

"I'm sure he's not being abused," I said to my Mom. "His Mom's a lot nicer than Justin's Mom, that's for sure."

In any case, I'm surprised he let you come over and see him like that," my Mom said. "He was wearing A LOT of underwear!"

"Aww Mom, he knows me now and he trusts me. I'd never tease him about it," I said. "I mean, I was the same way once, too."

"I hope his sister goes easy on him," my Mom said. "I know your sisters didn't, especially Rena. That must be really embarrassing, being a boy and having to wear all that underwear in front of your sister. I guess I shouldn't have made you wear yours like that, but it was either that, or put you into diapers."

In spite of how embarrassed I felt, I couldn't resist asking my Mom about why I wasn't just diapered for my accidents.

"Your father and I talked about it, but your father didn't think you needed diapers since you were only having a few accidents every now and then, and it wasn't like you were wetting the bed, too. You would have needed me or someone to diaper you every night, so we figured that if you wore a few extra pairs of underwear, you could put them on yourself and you could pull them down and you wouldn't end up having to go in your diapers when you could make it to the toilet."

It sounded like a reasonable explanation, though it was disappointing to realize that I was so close to wearing actual diapers! Why couldn't have I been a bedwetter or otherwise given my parents more of a reason to convince them that I needed diapers! Perhaps a few more accidents would have done it. This is all I could think about as we went home.

I did my homework, ate my dinner and then I played some Atari games with Rena to finish out the evening. My mind was on John and I played lousy because of this distraction, much to Rena's pleasure as she rarely won any games we played together. She made a big deal out of winning, but I didn't care, I just hoped that my new friendship with John would become more established. I had been needing to poop, but I was so tempted to load my underpants before jacking off, so I decided to hold it. I sat on my heel while playing games to keep the poop in.

When I went to bed that night, I took off my pants and my shirt as usual and then put on my multiple underpants, anticipating their thick feeling around my butt as well as the sensation of loading them. I decided to really pad myself up, putting on eighteen pairs. I was shooting for twenty, but I was unable to fit any more over the massive, bulky bunch of boy's briefs bundled around my bum. I was hoping to achieve the thickness at which John wore his, but I didn't have any underwear large enough to allow me to do this. I took a good look at myself and the way I "diapered" myself, admiring my multiple underpants in the mirror. I was so excited and my mind was full of fresh memories of what I had seen of John that day. I turned out the light and hopped into bed. My dick was so hard and I was really ready to jack off. I had been hard all night from thinking about John and my urges needed a good release.

I began masturbating slowly and gently as I thought back to all the fun things that John and I did together, everything from watching John strut carefree around the house in his underwear in front of his sister, to each of us pooping in our underpants and then jacking off in front of each other. My mind kept going back to the moment when John stuck his thickly-padded butt in my face as he bent over. While I massaged my abundantly layered fly fronts more vigorously, I shit massively into my thick stack of white underpants, white on the outside that is, and I felt the load spreading over my butt cheeks. I was so consumed in my young erotic feelings, thinking nothing of the fact that I would have to clean myself up after all of this. The smell was nasty, but this just added to the excitement even more. I ran my hands over my butt and felt the poop squish around between my body and my thick, solid underwear. Within minutes I ejaculated into my undies. I nearly passed out from exerting so much energy to masturbate. I was glad that my Mom and Dad hadn't gone to bed yet as their room was next to mine and they would have heard my bed's headboard slamming against the wall. I was usually more discreet about masturbation and I made sure my bed was far enough from the wall so that it wouldn't get my Mom's and Dad's attention.

Then reality hit. My dick was limp again and very tender and sensitive. I could feel the gooey mess around my genitals, and in back, a much larger mess wedged in between my butt and my undies. I was still breathing hard as I recovered from exhausting myself while masturbating.

I had to clean up since I couldn't go through an entire night wearing soiled underpants in bed while the stench permeated the room, and even if I did, I didn't want my Mom to know what I had done. I got up from my bed and pulled my briefs down. They absorbed a great deal of body heat and felt warm. I got down to the inner layers and reached the pairs that caught the brunt of the butt blast. At this time, I felt that there was no easy way to hide the evidence except to drop the soiled underpants out my window. I didn't expect anyone to be going behind the house anytime soon and I would retrieve my underpants then.

Even having done this, I still had to clean up the mess from my butt. I decided to wait until my Mom and Dad had gone to bed. I would then go into the bathroom and wipe my butt, just the excess. I would let the shower clean me up the rest of the way in the morning.

Just to make sure the bed would stay clean, I put the remaining pairs of underwear back on and lay awake, thinking about what I had just done. I began to feel guilty, wondering why this sort of activity with pooping my underpants excited me so much and drove me to masturbate about it the same way most boys masturbated about girls. I had these feelings from as far back as I could remember and I enjoyed making poopy messes in my training pants and my underpants even then. The drive behind such early childhood feelings had manifested itself in puberty. It made sense, though it seemed so weird. How could I ever explain this to Kurt and Justin if they ever found out? I hoped that they never would. I began to weigh the value of their established friendship against the value of my new friendship with John. I didn't want to abandon old friends, but there was so much more that I could expect to get out of being friends with John. I knew that I would have to resolve this dilemma and maintain a balance between John and my other friends without revealing why I enjoyed being with John.

After I lay in bed awake and thought these things over, I realized that my Mom and Dad had gone to bed. I got up from my bed and then went out into the dark kitchen and into the bathroom. I cleaned myself up the best I could, trying not to use too much toilet paper. I was still a mess, but my underwear was dirty anyway. I just wanted to get the excess poop wiped up.

The toilet bowl was full of wads of toilet paper covered with poop. I flushed it and made sure that it all went down. It didn't, so I had to flush it once more. Confirming that the toilet swallowed the rest of the evidence, I left the bathroom and returned to bed. I went to sleep shortly afterwards.

The next morning I was awakened when my Mom came into my room and turned on the light. As the light switch was not just inside the door like it should have been, she had to actually come into the room to turn the light on, so I hoped she didn't detect any incriminating odors. I got up and took off my dirty underpants, stuffing them under my bed to get them out of the sight of my Mom. I put on clean underwear and some clothes to wear to the bathroom, only to take everything off again when I got there so I could take my shower. It was a lot easier before when I wasn't "too old" to go around in my underwear and I didn't have to worry about getting dressed first, even just to walk ten or twelve feet to the bathroom. I don't suppose anyone would have cared, but I didn't want to argue with anyone about it.

When I took off my underwear I realized that my underwear had caught some poop still left on my butt. I got into the shower and I thoroughly sprayed myself off, not wanting a trace of evidence of poop to show when I got to the P.E. locker room later that day. When I got done I went back into my room to change into some clean underpants again. I pulled them up into my butt and then pulled them down again and checked them just to be sure I was clean down there. Other than a slight brown streak, I figured that I would be okay.

Kurt met me at school before classes started and he asked me where I was all day yesterday.

"Well, I met this kid that I like and I became friends with him, so I went to his house."

"So you don't wanna hang around me anymore?" he said insecurely.

"No, I didn't say that, I just found a new friend. Maybe I can introduce him to you."

"Who is he?" Kurt asked me.

"John," I said.

"There's lots of Johns in this school, Danny," Kurt said.

"John Jenkins," I said.

"Oh, is he that one kid who poops in his underwear?" Kurt asked me. I feigned ignorance to this and said, "well, uhh, I don't know if he does. What made you think of that?"

"Everybody knows who John Jenkins is and they think he's a freak. And if you hang around with him, then everybody will think you're more of a freak than they already do. You have a crappy reputation as it is, Danny, and I don't think you should have people associating you with him."

"So do you want to meet him?" I asked, ignoring Kurt's admonition.

"Not really, I know who he is," Kurt said. "You can smell him a mile away, didn't he stink when you were around him?"

"Yes, I guess he did," I said.

"Well, if you want to hang around with him, then don't come running to me when everybody starts teasing you for being a pants- shitter like him."

At this time the bell rang and we split off into our classes. I sat through Idaho history and then math, thinking about Kurt's reaction to finding out that I was now friends with John. I hoped to talk to Kurt and Justin during the fifteen-minute break that followed second period.

As the band room was right next to the cafeteria, I was among the first in line to get some milk and a cinnamon roll, so after I got these I stood around and waited for Kurt and Justin. After they got their goodies, they sat down with me.

"So Kurt tells me you're hanging around with John Jenkins, or Undies Boy as everyone calls him."

"What are you guys talking about?" I asked them, again trying to feign total ignorance.

"Oh come on, Danny!" Justin said. "Everybody knows that John Jenkins likes to wear about ten or twelve pairs of underwear, like a diaper, and he poops in them, like a diaper! Now I know why you were telling me that you liked to do this."

I was speechless. Justin had figured out why I liked to hang out with John, and Kurt, who was previously unaware of my interests with pooping in my underwear, now knew my big secret.

"I already knew about you putting on all your underwear before going to bed," Kurt said. "Justin told me about it."

"Justin! I thought I could trust you!" I yelled at him.

"I had to tell Kurt, it was just too weird," Justin said.

"Kurt, please don't tell anybody about this," I pleaded desperately.

"Look, Danny, if people start thinking that you like to do what John does, then they will think we do it, too, and we don't want to be thought of us being like John. What did you guys do yesterday, anyway?"

"We just played games and watched TV," I told him.

"Did John poop in his underwear while you were there?" Kurt asked me.

"He might have, but I couldn't tell, he was wearing too much underwear for me to see anything."

"I betcha you and him stripped off your pants and you put on a bunch of underwear with him and you both pooped in it, didn't you?"

"No, I didn't!" I said adamantly.

"Sure, I believe you," Kurt said in a sarcastic voice.

"I didn't!" I said, my credibility having diminished to nothing.

"You did, too, and you know it!" Kurt said. At this time the warning bell rang

"Come on, Kurt, let's go," Justin said as he and Kurt got up from the table. "Next thing you know Danny will start coming to school like John and pooping in his underwear, too!"

WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN: PART 6- Conflicting Friendships -----------------------------------------------------

Apparently, word had gotten out that John and I were now hanging out with each other, and because of this, people thought that I was wearing my underpants in multiples at school and that I also peed and pooped in them. The worst thing about it was that it was true, at least to some extent, though I was only doing this at home and in total privacy.

I got the worst treatment in P.E. class when the other kids started asking me things like why I wasn't wearing all my underwear and if I had pooped in it. I tried to ignore them as I changed into my gym shorts and my shirt. They kept tugging at my underwear and pulling it down, saying, "Hey! He's only wearing one pair!"

Meanwhile, John was busy getting himself dressed as I walked up to him and saw him pulling his gym shorts over a thick set of underpants and plastic pants, the first time I noticed him wearing plastic pants at school. I went out to the field with the other boys, walking alongside John as we talked.

"Everybody knows now," I told him. "That is, they think I do it because I hang out with you."

"Well, I've been doing it since kindergarten, so I'm used to people knowing about it."

"I don't want them to know that I really do it, or that I used to do it," I said, trying to be subtle and using a lot of pronouns.

"Kurt and Justin teased me about it, too," I said. "It's too late now, so I don't know what to do."

Suddenly, the coach blew his whistle loudly and yelled at John and me to "get our butts over here!" We weren't paying attention and the rest of the class had moved out to the field while we lagged behind. It was really embarrassing. The kids all made fun of us because of John's well-established reputation, which was becoming my reputation as well, based on my association with John and not on anyone actually seeing me wear multiple underpants.

"Today, we will show these two boys how to play football!" the coach said in a gruff voice. I knew that it was going to be a long P.E. period, and it was. The kids made fun of us for our lack of interest in football in addition to peeing and pooping in our underpants. I didn't know any more about football at the end of the class than when it started. The kids were more interested in teasing us than in teaching us, and the coach didn't seem to care, as if he was getting pleasure from watching the students make fun of John and me for not knowing how to play football. I learned to hate the game even more. I was so glad when class was over with.

After I got dressed I joined John at lunch again. By this time nearly everyone in the school was teasing us. The girls for the most part ignored me, but some of them gave me this disgusted look and some of them even made comments.

"Eww! It's Danny! He pees and poops in his UNDERWEAR!" this one girl shouted. Everyone within earshot started laughing. I wanted to sink into my chair. In spite of this, I carried on with John.

Kurt and Justin showed up a few minutes later. They stood next to us carrying their trays, as if they were going to sit somewhere else.

"See what's happened?" Kurt told me. "See you after school, maybe."

"Why don't you sit with us?" I asked him.

"Because I don't want everyone to think that I do the same things you do, Danny."

"Me, neither," Justin said.

"You're still my friends, aren't you?" I asked them.

"Well, not at school," Kurt said. "I can't let myself be seen with you anymore."

"Me, neither," Justin said.

Kurt and Justin then went to their own table while John and I finished out the rest of the lunch hour by hanging out together, enduring more taunts from the other kids.

"They'll stop it after awhile," John tried to assure me. "Everybody knows about me, and they know it doesn't bother me to be teased about it, so they don't say much anymore, except now that there are new kids here in junior high, they're teasing me about it, but most of them know that I don't care that they know. They'd rather ignore me since they think I'm gross and I stink all the time."

"So are you saying that I should just start coming to school like you do, since everybody thinks I do it anyway, and just let them tease me about it and go along with it."

"You'll just be fighting it if you don't," John advised me. "Everybody thinks you pee and poop your underpants like I do, and if you try to tell them that you don't, they won't believe you."

"So, in other words, I'm pretty much stuck with this reputation now?" I asked him.

"You are," he said. "You might as well go along with it."

I had mixed thoughts running through my mind. As exciting as it sounded to start wearing multiple underpants all the time, including school, there was no way I could dress down in that locker room and let all the other boys see me wearing even two or three pairs of underwear at a time, much less a dozen or more! Even if I did do that, I would never poop in my underpants in school and be smelly all the time.

"Look, uh, you don't mind if I go with Kurt and Justin after school today, do you?" I asked John, thinking that I owed them an afternoon, plus that I wanted to talk to them about the latest matters that had come up.

"No, that's fine," John said. "Maybe we can switch off days, see if Kurt and Justin think this is okay. Besides, my Mom and my sister asked if you could come over this weekend for a sleepover."

"Well, I was going to have Justin come over to my house, but I haven't told him yet, so I'll just make plans to be at your house instead."

"Sounds good," John said.

Kurt and Justin rode home with me on my bus and went over to my house. They kept telling me about how all the other kids at school thought I was wearing multiple underpants and going to the bathroom in them.

"The kids in P.E. know that I don't wear my underwear like John does," I said.

"Well, most of the kids at school aren't in your P.E. class, either," Kurt said. "Everybody, and I mean everybody, was talking about you today," Kurt said. I felt so embarrassed now.

"So are you guys ever gonna hang out with me at school?" I asked Kurt.

"We told you, we don't want kids to think that we go to the bathroom in our underwear!" Kurt said. "And right now, I'm not sure I even want to be friends with you at all!"

"Kurt, please," I begged. I was in a dither, panicking, wondering how to explain myself to him and Justin. "I didn't think this would happen, I mean, just because one guy does something doesn't mean his friends do it."

"But you do," Justin said.

"The kids at school don't have to know that!" I yelled. Kurt decided to keep walking towards his house instead of coming over to my house.

"See you tomorrow, Justin," Kurt said.

"Kurt!" I yelled as I ran towards him. "Look, I'm sure you probably do things that you wouldn't want me to know about! How would you feel if I found out? I wouldn't hold it against you!"

"I'm not talking to you anymore, Danny!" Kurt said.

"But we're friends, Kurt! At least outside of school, right?"

"Danny, I don't want to have anything to do with what you and John like to do, and as long as people see us together, they'll think that I do the same thing, and some of them already do!"

Kurt then started walking again.

"Kurt, we need to talk about this!" I said.

"We already did, Danny!" Kurt said. "From now on, I'm hanging out with cool people, like Nick and Loren!"

Nick and Loren were a couple of Kurt's friends who didn't really care to associate with me, and often ignored me or treated me like the other kids did whenever I was around them.

Justin was still standing there with me. I looked at Justin, wondering what he was thinking.

"I don't know about you, Danny," Justin said. I knew that, unlike Kurt, Justin didn't have too many other friends to fall back on as he wasn't very popular, either.

"So are we still friends?" I asked him.

"Yeah, but don't expect me to start shitting my pants with you!" he said.

"Fine, we can do what we have always done together," I said. "Just forget what you've heard, okay?"

"I'd like to, but shit, anyone who likes to wear his underwear like a diaper and pees and poops in it is too weird for me."

"I bet there's something you like to do that you don't want to tell me," I said.

"Maybe there is," he said. "But what does that have to do with anything?"

"Because you should trust me if I knew about it," I said to Justin. "Come on, that's what friends are for, and your real friends will trust you!"

Justin didn't seem to understand what I was trying to explain, and having learned from pervious experience, reasoning with him was not an easy task. Without saying anything, he continued walking towards his house.

"See you tomorrow," I said. He didn't acknowledge me. I then went in the house, realizing that I gained John's friendship at the expense of two of my established friends.

My Mom could see that I was upset.

"What's wrong, dear?" Mom asked me.

"Everything," I said as I set my book bag on the table and then sat down at the table, laying my head down in my arms."

"Did you have a bad day at school?"

"Yeah, and after school, too," I said. "Kurt and Justin don't want to talk to me anymore."

"Is this because of John?" Mom asked me.

"Yeah, they think he's weird, and because I was doing things with him, Kurt and Justin don't want to be around me anymore."

"What don't they like about him?" my Mom asked me. Quickly, I tried to think of something to say, but I couldn't.

"I dunno, they just think he's weird."

"Well, if they can't accept you having other friends, then you don't need them anyway," my Mom said.

"Kurt also has Nick and Loren, and I don't mind that they're his friends, even though I don't really like them," I said. "So why does Kurt care that I have friends that he doesn't want to be around?"

"Because that's Kurt, and he doesn't think of these things the same way. You got homework?"

"Yeah," I groaned. "When don't I?"

I spent the next hour sitting at the table, staring at the same two pages in my reading book, and it wasn't even on the story that I was supposed to read. I wasn't in the mood for reading, so I put it away and decided to get my math assignment done as well as finish the science paper that I started.

It was almost time for dinner and I put my books away, glad that I completed at least some of my homework. While I was eating dinner I thought about going over to John's house. I needed to talk to him about what had happened with Kurt and Justin.

"Mom, can I go to John's house?" I asked.

"It's after dark, honey," she said.

"I know, maybe you can drive me over there," I asked.

"Have you done all your homework?" Mom asked me. I knew that I hadn't done my social studies or my reading yet, but I figured Mom wouldn't know, so I said "yes."

Mom knew that I hadn't done everything.

"You'd better be sure about that," my Mom said.

"All right, I still have reading to do," I said. I got my book bag back out and pulled out my reading book. I read through it, just enough to be able to understand what it was about so that in case I was asked a question about it during tomorrow's discussion, I would be ready. It took me 45 minutes to get through it. I decided to screw my social studies homework, I wanted to see John. I called him to ask if I could come over.

Mom dropped me off and I thanked her for taking me to see John. As expected, John was wearing his T-shirt and about three dozen pairs of briefs and plastic pants. John said that his parents were working late at the shop, which was something they often did, so it was just John and C.J. there.

I could tell from the way John smelled that he had pooped in his underpants. The front was soaked, too. My dick was getting hard as I looked at him sitting down with his legs spread apart, knowing what he had done in his underpants. I wanted to "diaper up" with him again, and C.J. asked me if I was going to, but I told her that my Mom would get me in an hour.

"That's too bad," she said. "You'd really enjoy it tonight."

"I know I would," I sighed. "I just can't take the chance of getting caught."

John and I went into his room where we sat and talked.

"I've been in these since I got home," John said, pointing to his underwear and snapping several waistbands at a time. "I've pooped in them twice!"

"God, I wish I could do the same thing at home as you get to do!" I said to John enviously.

"At the rate things are going, you just might," John said. "Everybody thinks you're doing it, too."

"I know, Kurt told me all about it after school," I said.

"How did it go with Kurt and Justin?" John asked me.

"Kurt doesn't want to be friends with me anymore. Justin, I'm not so sure. He just sort of walked off as we started talking about it. I think he wants to still be friends because he doesn't have any other friends, but Kurt has other friends."

"I'd just let Kurt go, I mean, if he's really your friend, then he wouldn't hold it against you that you like to poop in your underwear."

"You're right, screw him," I said. "I still don't know what to do about Justin. I tried to talk to him about this once, and I even let him see me wearing them when we had a sleepover, but he ignored me and said I was weird. Now it's come up again and he's ignoring it again."

"Maybe there's something he's trying to keep hidden from you, too, and when he sees that one of your biggest secrets has gotten out, maybe he's afraid of the same thing happening to him."

"Yeah, you could be right," I said. "I know that he doesn't like to talk about his Mom much. I know she's really mean and yells at him and his brother and sisters, and she hits them, too."

"Maybe Justin's had to wear diapers for punishment," John suggested. "And maybe when he sees that you like to wear diapers and make your underwear into a diaper, that it turns him away."

"You seem really smart," I told John.

"I think I am, but most people don't know this about me, all they know is that I like to pee and poop in my underwear!"

John rolled back on his bed and began stroking himself as he started talking about the big mess in his multiple briefs. Suddenly I heard another loud, wet and sustained fart emit from his butt.

"Ahh, I did it again," he said, rubbing the front of his briefs. "I love this so much!"

I was getting very excited as I watched John get off on his soiled underpants. He was massaging his crotch. I could see some of the poop leaking out the side, going into his plastic pants. I could barely resist the temptation to join him, but I knew that time was running out and my Mom would pick me up soon. John finished out his jack-off session and then he lay still as he rested.

A couple minutes later John called for C.J.

"You ready?" she asked him. I noticed that she was carrying two plastic buckets and some rags. John got up and followed her to the bathroom.

"What are you guys doing?" I asked.

"C.J. is gonna clean me up," John said.

"Yeah, we only get to do this when my Mom and Dad aren't home!" C.J. said.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing! I couldn't ever imagine having one my sisters clean me up after I pooped in my underwear. It made me wonder what other sorts of things went on when John and C.J. were left at home alone.

"Wanna watch?" C.J. asked me. I had such a stiff hard-on just from the thought of watching John's sister cleaning him up. I told her, "sure."

I went into the bathroom, where C.J. had John bend over and hold onto the toilet while she took his underpants off. It seemed rather odd that John was using the toilet, of all things, to hold himself up while C.J. cleaned him. After she had his plastic pants off she peeled away his briefs a few pairs at a time. John stepped out of each bunch that was dropped down to his ankles. C.J. set these aside and removed more pairs, thinning down his once thick bunch of underpants until she got to the really dirty, stinky and messy pairs that sustained a great deal of staining and soiling. She took these off one at a time and set them in one of the buckets. I looked at John's very messy ass, virtually covered completely in poop! I thought about how John told me that he had been wearing them this way since he got home from school. I enjoyed thinking about how many hours his underwear must have been dirty like it was. The strong, stinking smell filled the bathroom. As disgusting as it was, the odor seemed to excite me even more and it reminded me of how John always enjoyed spending his time.

The next part that I saw just about made me shoot my cum. CJ took a wet cloth and began wiping John's butt, removing all the poop from it. She ran the cloth over his buttocks, where a swath of clean skin was showing through the muck. I especially enjoyed watching her rub the cloth through John's butt crack. The cloth was very dirty as it had picked up so much shit. C.J. used several rags to clean him up. A few minutes later John's butt was clean. I could see underneath John's crotch and he had a very intense hard-on. It was the first time I had seen any of his genitalia exposed. He had a rather impressive package for a boy his age.

"This is why I was hoping you could join John in wearing underpants with him," C.J. said. "My parents will be gone Friday night, too," she said. "John said you were coming over that night."

"I'm planning on it," I said. "Most definitely!" I added in my thoughts.

John remained in his position while C.J. went to his room and grabbed some clean underwear from his size 12 drawer. Well, they weren't exactly clean, very badly stained in fact, but at least washed and ready to wear and to poop in again.

While C.J. was out of the bathroom I asked John if C.J. always did this to him.

"Oh yeah, my Mom and Dad work late a lot of the time," he said. "C.J. always likes to clean me up whenever she gets the chance."

"Do you guys do anything else together while you're home alone?" I asked. John hesitated for a moment and looked at C.J.

"Well, no, we don't, but we don't think Mom and Dad would like it if they knew that I was letting C.J. clean me up." I had a feeling there was something else that John just didn't want me to know about him and C.J., but I didn't press for any further information.

C.J. came back with a big stack of somewhat white underpants and began slipping them onto John. She had him step into each pair as she laid them on the floor before his feet and then she pulled them up very high, letting them snap above his waist. She repeated this process and added more pairs over the ones underneath, counting each pair as she put it on him. She put on nine pairs and then she topped these off with the pairs that she had taken off of him and set aside, the ones that were still clean.

By this time I had to undo my pants and give my hard-on some "breathing room". I stood there with my dick protruding from above the unzipped fly of my pants. I watched C.J. pull up the larger, whiter pairs onto John, putting some of them on him backwards like John had done himself. His briefs were getting really thick-looking, and C.J. had several more pairs left to put on him. I began stroking myself through the one pair that I had on. I didn't realize how much noise I was making as I played with myself, but it got C.J.'s attention. She turned around and looked at me with my hand over my very hard dick.

"Now now," she said. "We won't have any of that around here!" I thought, "What the hell? Isn't this why she's letting me watch?"

"If you're gonna do that, you'll need to be in your underwear like John is," she said. "I don't want you making a mess on the bathroom floor, you know."

"Sorry, I couldn't help it," I said, feeling embarrassed.

"I know you can't, I know how you boys react to these kinds of things." It took me awhile to pick up on C.J.'s lighter tone of voice to realize that she was just teasing me, anyway.

C.J. finished putting John's underwear on him and then they left from the bathroom. I had built up an incredible urge to piss, and as soon as they left the bathroom, I used it to pee. I had a hell of a time aiming my hard-on so that I could point my stream into the bowl. I ended up missing and peeing on the wall behind the toilet. I quickly tried to wipe it up the best I could.

I went back out to the front room and sat on the couch with John. Three minutes later the doorbell rang. C.J. got up and looked to see who it was through the peep hole.

"Your Mom's here, Danny," she said.

"I figured as much," I said. C.J. opened the door.

"Let's go, Danny," my Mom said. She took a look at John, who was leaning back and sitting with his legs wide open, showing off the thick bunch of underpants that he was wearing.

"See you tomorrow, John," I said to him. I also told his sister goodbye.

"Thanks for letting me see John tonight," I told my Mom.

"No problem," she said. "It looks like you two are becoming good friends."

"We are," I said. "To be honest, he's a lot nicer to me than Kurt ever was."

"Yeah, Kurt did bully you around at times and he liked to show off in front of his other friends," my Mom said. We didn't say much the rest of the way home, but Mom did ask me one more question before we pulled into the driveway.

"Do you know if John really needs to be wearing his underwear like that?" my Mom asked.

"As far as I know," I said. "He has problems like I used to have, he did it tonight, in fact."

"From what I could see, he was wearing an awful lot of underwear."

"Maybe he just likes to feel safe and secure," I said.

"You never wore that much, and besides, there's no way he'd make it to the bathroom and get them all down in time. Maybe he doesn't even try to make it to the toilet. You don't think his mother makes him wear them that way all the time, do you?"

"No, his Mom wasn't even home, so maybe he wears them like that all the time, or his sister makes him wear them like that. I just don't know."

After we got into the house, I remembered to ask my Mom if I could stay over at John's house that coming weekend.

"I thought you were going to Justin's house," my Mom said.

"I haven't told him my plans yet, and John invited me to stay, and this will be our first sleepover together. Justin and I can always have a sleepover."

"Well, okay, I guess it's up to you," my Mom said.

"YEEESSS!!!" I thought to myself.

After I went to bed that night, I put as much underwear on as I could possibly fit. I broke my old record and put on 25 pairs. My memories of watching C.J. cleaning up John's poopy butt were still fresh in my mind. I concentrated mostly on images of having watched her put the last few pairs of underwear on John and pulling them way up on his body. I recalled the way all the creases and folds looked where all the seats of his briefs were bunched up around the underside of his butt. I thought about the long distance that ran from his butt up to where his waistbands encircled him above his waist. He had on several pairs of K-Mart brand underwear, which featured a solid black stripe, similar to the red-striped ones I was wearing on the top of my set of briefs. I massaged the front of my briefs and brought myself to such an extremely gratifying orgasm. How I wished I had shit my briefs at the same time to make it even better, so I just imagined my thick underpants being fully loaded and smelling of fresh shit. My entire body felt flaccid after I massaged the front of my briefs one last time before my penis became too sensitive. I was seeing stars from having exerted so much energy. I let my body cool down as I lay there thinking about how much more fun I was going to be having with my new friend John and his sister. Shortly afterwards I fell asleep

WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN: PART 7- The First Sleepover -------------------------------------------------

Never before could I ever recall being more excited about anything as my anticipation of having a sleepover at John's house. Not even Christmas could make me as excited, and unlike Christmas, I expected to have sleepovers with John more than just once a year. It was the only thing I could think about at school that day.

By this time, Kurt had totally abandoned me and was hanging out with Nick and Loren instead, both of whom were teasing me about hanging around "Undies Boy." Justin was with them, too, but he didn't say anything. I figured that if this was Kurt's attitude towards me, the feeling was mutual. I was through with him. Justin, however, acted like he wasn't wanting to abandon me, but disappointed that I was apparently more interested in doing things with John. Justin came over to John and me while we were eating our lunch.

"So whadaya doin' tonight?" Justin asked me.

"Well, I've been invited to go to John's house for a sleepover."

"Oh," Justin said with a dejected voice. "I was thinking that maybe you could come over to my house."

"I'd like to, maybe tomorrow night, I think that's fair," I said.

"Sure, we can do it then," Justin agreed.

Justin decided to sit down with us. He was willing to get to know John, trying to ignore the fact that he had a reputation for deliberately pooping in his underpants. We talked about other matters, such as movies and video games, places that Justin and I liked to ride our bikes.

"Why don't we all get together sometime?" I suggested.

"Well, it'll have to be next week," Justin said. "I gotta stay home all weekend, you know how my Mom is."

"Yeah, I do," I said. At this time Justin left from our table and headed towards his next class, knowing that the bell was due to ring soon.

John told me that his parents would pick me up at 6:00 that evening. I asked him if I should bring anything with me, mainly, a supply of underwear.

"Don't bother, I have plenty, you know that, and you won't have to worry about messing up your own underwear and getting caught with it."

"That's true," I said. "I'll just bring a clean shirt and some socks. I might throw in a couple clean pairs of underwear, just in case my Mom checks and wonders why I'm leaving my underwear behind."

The hour between 5:00 and 6:00 seemed to pass so agonizingly slowly. My heart was racing as I felt so anxious about spending the night with Justin. Rena asked me why I was so nervous.

"Nothing," I said.

"Are you nervous about spending the night with your new friend?"

"Well, yeah, I'm just concerned about manners, things like that. I know some kids' parents are more strict than others."

"If you've seen Justin's Mom, you can probably handle being around anyone's Mom," Rena commented. Rena was friends with Justin's sister Gina, which is how Justin and I became friends. Rena had heard of some of the abuse that Justin and Gina were subjected to, but she hadn't told me about it, and eventually, I found out on my own what some of this abuse involved. Nothing had ever been mentioned about diapers.

6:00 finally arrived. My mother had just gotten home from the store and my Dad would be home shortly.

"You have everything you need?" my Mom asked.

"Yeah, a shirt, some socks, some..."

"Some underwear!" Rena finished for me. I just looked at her.

"What about your toothbrush?" Mom asked me.

"Oh yeah," I said.

"And take some deodorant," my Mom reminded me, being that I was now at an age where I was able to produce pit odor. Given the activities that John and I had in mind, odors from my armpits would be very insignificant compared to what our butts would smell like. Still, I took the extra can that my Mom handed me.

"Now be good and mind your manners," my Mom told me.

"How long can I stay tomorrow?" I asked my Mom.

"No later than 1:00," my Mom said. "Dad wants you to rake the leaves."

"Aww," I groaned, hoping I could spend more time with John than this, though I didn't want to lose my privilege of going over there at all, so I agreed and said, "okay."

Just a few minutes afterwards, a car pulled up, and as I was expecting, it was John, his mother and his sister C.J. C.J. came to the door to get me. When I returned to the car I saw why C.J. was sent to the door instead of John, seeing that all John had on was his underwear, and lots of it, of course.

"Hello," I said as I joined John in the back seat.

"Hi," he said. We took off for his house. I looked at John sitting next to me in his briefs and a shirt. I couldn't help but to ask John if he ever wore pants in places besides school.

"I only wear them when I absolutely need them," he said. "I hate pants."

"You hate anything that covers up your underwear," C.J. remarked. "I know how you like to show it off."

On the way home, C.J. and John both talked to me about the times when John had been in public places in his underwear, including the grocery store-- just a little neighborhood market, but still a public place-- though he hadn't done much of any public displaying of his underpants since he was seven.

"Sometimes me and C.J. would just walk over to the little market across the street and I'd just have on my underwear, sometimes with pee and poop in it. You should have seen some of the looks I got!"

"I can imagine," I said. I was rubbing my dick through my pants as I thought about a six-year-old boy in multiple underpants in the middle of a store. John could see that I was stroking myself and he knew that I must have been itching to get "diapered" like he was. I could barely see straight I was so excited.

We went into the house, and right away I wondered if it would be okay for me to remove my pants and put on some extra underpants. I stood there nervously, hoping that C.J. or somebody would ask me if I was ready to do this. I watched John go into his bedroom while C.J. went into the kitchen with her mother. She went to the freezer and got out a frozen pizza, putting it in the oven. John had come back out from his room and went into the kitchen. I stared at John as he stood there with his socks going up to almost his knees, followed by his bare legs, and then what looked like over thirty pairs of underwear bulging from his butt. His briefs went way up over his waist, where I could see his waistbands of varying colors and stripe patterns tightly encircling him at about the same level as his elbows. His shirt was tucked deeply inside his briefs. His plastic pants covered it all, but I could still see the waistband stripes How much longer would it be before I was dressed the same way?!

"You're on your own for dinner, kids," their mother said.

"Are you and Dad working late again?"

"Yeah, we have a lot of work to do," she said as she left the house. "We should be home by 10:00 at the latest," she said. "Be good and have fun!"

"We will," C.J. said.

"See ya, Mom!" John told her.

"Be sure you change before you go to bed," John's mother reminded him, patting him on the rear. I had to wonder if he was clean or not, no way to tell with him wearing such super-thickly stacked underpants.

"Geez, your parents must work a lot of hours," I told John.

"That's what it's like when you run your own business," C.J. commented.

"Well, my Mom and Dad own a drugstore, and they're always home by 6:30 at the latest. They close at 6:00."

"Well, our store's a little bigger than your parent's drug store," C.J. said. "And they run it differently. Ever been to Jenkins' Junk Joint?"

"I've been by it a couple times," I said.

"That's my Mom and Dad's store," C.J. said. "They have a lot of stuff, and Dad doesn't like to hire people and he's never happy with what they do, so he'd rather just work the whole store itself. I swear, they live there."

"So what are we gonna do tonight?" I asked.

"Well, for starters, from the looks of that little bulge in the front of your pants, I'd say you want to get into some underwear like John," C.J. said. I was embarrassed somewhat by her acknowledging my erection, but yet also excited by it.

"Take your pants off," she told me. I knew that, whether or not I wanted to be in "diapers", I was going to be anyway. I took off my pants and revealed the fact that I was rock hard by having only one pair of briefs on. The fly of my underwear was pushed out as far as it could go with my dick being erect.

"Now give me your pants," C.J. said as she extended her arms.

"Okay," I said. "What are you doing with them?"

"Hiding them," she said with a smile. "I know you'll enjoy the fact that you won't have any access to your pants for awhile."

C.J. seemed to know my feelings all too well as this arrangement seemed very pleasing, knowing that I would be stuck in only my underpants for the next several hours.

"Take Danny back to your room and get him some underwear," C.J. told John. John led me back to his room. As I went back there, I could hear the front door close, as if C.J. had left.

"What is C.J. doing with my pants?" I asked. I did want them back eventually.

"She's taking them down to her friend's house where she keeps them along with mine every weekend. She knows I like it when I can't get to my pants."

I took off my own underpants so they would not get soiled along with John's underwear. I stood before John naked from the waist down, my dick was just about ready to shoot a load of goo, but I didn't want to waste it, and instead saved it for afterwards. It was hard to resist, given the level of stimulation I was experiencing, seeing John bend over at his drawers to get me some underwear.

John started handing me several stacks of underwear in all the different sizes he had. I was especially pleased to see that there were some of the double-fabric seat briefs in the first stack of the smaller pairs, relics from the past, as they were. They were very tattered and well-worn, the waistband frayed, and the fabric stained from what I figured was at least a couple hundred times of being pooped in.

"I remember when I could wear those pairs on the top and the extra layers in the back really made my butt stand out," he said. "I've got tons of pictures that show it."

"I can't wait to see them!" I said, feeling my chest pounding as I was padding myself up. I continued putting on layer after layer of underwear, alternating the middle pairs to compensate for the lack of a doubled seat in the rear. By the time I put the last pair on, I was wearing three dozen pairs of underwear-thirty-six pairs! John said that this was what he had on. I then put my plastic pants on.

"Now let's go watch a movie," John said. "What kind of movies do you like?" he asked.

"Well, hmm," I said as I thought about it. "I like comedy the most, but I also like science fiction, action movies, what do you have?"

John went over to the trunk at the foot of his bed and opened it. He bent over and offered me another good view of his well-padded butt as he rummaged through the assorted clutter that he had tossed into the trunk. I could tell John bent over like this on purpose because he liked to know that I was looking at how much underwear was covering his butt. I heard a wet fart come out of him as he stood there.

"Did you just poop?" I asked.

"Nope, just a fart," John said. He let another fart out, muted by his thick underpants.

"Let me show you what I've got," John said as he collected several tapes from the trunk and set them on his bed. I looked at the tapes, all of which were recordings that probably came off of cable TV. I read the sloppily-lettered labels: Kramer vs. Kramer, Jack the Bear, Last Flight of Noah's Ark, Manny's Orphans, Bless the Beasts and the Children, and several others. The movie titles all seemed to have a common theme, but I just couldn't place it. I remember wanting to see a lot of these movies, but my family didn't take us to very many movies, and we could only see the ones that my two sisters and I all agreed upon. My sisters didn't seem to like my choices.

"Where do you get all these movies?" I asked John.

"Well, that's the nice thing about having parents who own a secondhand store," John said. My Dad lets me take videotapes home to copy them, and they're used anyway, so nobody will know that I copied them."

"I see," I said.

"Well, which one do you want to see?" John asked me.

"I dunno," I sighed indecisively. "They all look good."

I decided to go with the first one that I looked at, "Kramer vs. Kramer."

"Okay," John said. "You know why I have all these movies?" John said to me.

"Why?" I asked him.

"They all have boys in their underwear in them," he said. It made sense, seeing that John liked to be in his underwear, as did I. "I wish I could see a movie where a boy wears several pairs and shits and pisses in them like I do."

"Yeah, I agree," I said. "When I see a movie like this I like to think that the boy is in diapers, that I would like to see."

"Well, let's go watch it," John said as he picked up the tape and went out to the front room. At this time, C.J. had returned from her friend's house. I figured that, given the length of time that she was gone, either her friend lived a long ways away, or she had stayed to chat for awhile.

"How's the pizza?" C.J. asked.

"Oh shit!" John exclaimed. "I forgot to check!"

C.J. ran over to the oven and opened it.

"Looks fine," she said. "It looks just right."

"Good," John said. C.J. pulled it out of the oven and set it on the table. John grabbed a six-pack of Coke from the refrigerator and set it next to the pizza. C.J. grabbed three plates and some napkins.

C.J. saw that John had gotten out his "Kramer vs. Kramer" tape.

"You guys gonna watch that tonight?" C.J. asked us.

"Yeah, unless you wanted to watch something else," John said.

"No, let's see that one, good choice," C.J. said as she was in the middle of eating pizza. "The little boy in it reminds me of you when you were little, John."

"Danny picked it out for us to watch," John said.

A few minutes later John, C.J. and I were all seated in front of the TV watching the movie that I selected. I enjoyed the scene in which the boy is walking through the house in his underwear, mainly because I liked to think of his underpants as a diaper. John apparently enjoyed this scene, too and wished that the boy had been wearing several pairs. He went back to watch this scene again about three more times.

"Okay, I think that's enough," C.J. said as she wanted to just continue with the movie.

"Sorry," John said. "I just like that part."

"You would," C.J. said as she reached down inside of John's plastic pants and snapped his underpants underneath.

It was about halfway through the movie and I had since then finished off two twenty-ounce bottles of pop. I felt myself needing to pee at that point. My first inclination was to get up and run to the bathroom like I had gotten used to doing. I still wasn't used to peeing in my underpants and I just pooped in them. I was hesitant to wet myself, so I kept holding it in as I watched the movie. My bladder became fuller and my ability to withstand the pain was decreasing, and I was paying less and less attention to the movie and more attention to my discomfort. I had to do something, either run to the bathroom or pee into the underpants.

I couldn't stand it any longer, so I started to get up. Both C.J. and John looked at me.

"Where are you going?"

"I need to pee," I said.

"Do it in your underpants," C.J. said. "That's why John gave you a pair of plastic pants to wear over them." With this, C.J. tugged on my plastic pants.

"I usually don't pee in my underwear," I told C.J.

"Well, you have a lot of underpants to pull down if you want to use the toilet," C.J. said, making it quite obvious that she expected me to use my underpants and wanted to see me use them. John looked like he wanted to see me use them this way, too. He then got up and showed me that he had already peed in his briefs. He pulled down his plastic pants and let me see the soaked fly fronts of his yellow-tinted underpants. I could smell the odors.

"See? It's just like wearing diapers, whether you poop or pee," John said.

I decided to try wetting in my underwear, so I sat back down. I sat there and hesitated as I thought about letting my urine stream flow into my underpants. It started out with a few intermittent spurts. I ran my hand over the front of myself and detected some wetness against my hard-on. I still had a lot of pee left in my bladder. I decided to just let it all out at once. I felt the warm, wet flood of piss spraying around tight space between my dick and my balls. My pee trickled down towards my crotch where it formed a pool in the seat of my underpants. The puddle was quickly absorbed by the several layers of underpants covering me. Soon my entire butt felt wet as the pee spread throughout the bulky cotton fabric of my surrogate diapers. It felt really good and it made me wish I could always pee like this.

At that time I felt some poop working on wanting to come out of me, so I gave my bowel movement a head start and pushed out a couple good-sized stools, as they turned out to be. My poop squished up against the inner surface of my solidly-packed multi-layered briefs and spread into my butt crack. A gooey layer of feces smothered my buttocks. There was more poop inside of me than I expected and I produced another load, this one being wetter. I felt it ooze up to my balls and mix with the wetness that my piss created. This one was accompanied by a fart. Both C.J. and John looked at me with a smile as I was sitting there enjoying my shit- and piss-filled briefs. I was starting to smell.

The movie was about over, which was about the time when John took a huge dump into his underwear. I looked down at his big bunch of underwear layers stacked up tightly against his butt and heard his muted farts accompanied by shitting. It seemed to last forever as John grunted and pushed more poop out into his briefs. Some of it leaked into his plastic pants as I could see brown material coming out the leg opening.

"You boys had better change before going to bed," C.J. told us as she knew that we had both made a big mess of ourselves.

The credits started rolling on the movie, so we knew that it was over. John and I then got up to get ourselves cleaned up. I felt the sticky wad of poop smothered all over inside of my underwear. I watched John walk ahead of me and I could hear the mess gooshing around inside of his underpants as I looked at his butt while he walked.

Before John and I got cleaned up, we both went into his bedroom and enjoyed our poopy underpants some more. He told me to take my plastic pants off, so I did, and he did the same. John wanted to feel my butt and the poop that was underneath all my underwear, so he had me bend over on his bed while he ran his hands all over my butt and pushed my poop around inside. He then took one hand off of my rear end so that he could jack off. He then started rubbing his front up against my butt. He stopped just before he came, as he told me, and then asked me if I wanted to do the same to him.

I still felt a little awkward about touching John's padded behind and feeling the poop underneath, but at the same time, I had become so horny from the evening's activities and my inhibitions were all but gone at this point, so John and I switched spots. I put my hand on his rear end and felt all the thick layers of his underpants. I pushed in on his behind and could barely sense the presence of a pile of poop underneath all those white seats stretched across his ass. John asked me if I wanted to rub up against his behind. Hesitantly, I said "yes." He got into his position and showed off his incredibly thick underwear seats stacked atop one another. I rubbed wet my fly fronts up against his behind, leaving thin, wet streaks of piss where I made contact with his "diapered" rump. At this point, I came wildly in my multiple briefs, intensely enjoying the sight of John's butt thickly padded up in dozens of pairs of white underwear (at least white on the outside) and knowing that underneath it all was such a nasty, smelly mess. John switched back to rubbing up against me and he, too, shot his load.

John and I then lay still for a few minutes. My body had become weak and limp, as did my dick, eventually.

"Okay, let's go clean up," John said as he got up from his bed. I got up and followed him into the bathroom. Just as John and I started stripping off our briefs, C.J. walked in, carrying the bucket and some rags.

"Want some help cleaning up, guys?" C.J. asked us. Before I even had a chance to say "yes" or "no" (I would have said "yes", but I was hesitant to answer) she went up to me and told me to hold still while she took off my wet underwear. She peeled away the outer layers of underwear that protected the floor and the furniture from my poop, as well as concealed the unsightly mess and kept the smell down. She then got down to the soiled pairs and pulled these off of me. I don't know how C.J. could tolerate the sight and smell of someone else's shit- covered behind, as mine most certainly was, but she seemed to enjoy this sort of thing.

C.J. then ran the wet cloth over my buttocks and cleaned up my mess. I felt myself get somewhat hard again as she ran the cloth between my butt cheeks and then rubbed my balls, though I was not able to resume a full erection after having just masturbated. I wish I had saved my jacking off until this point as my genitals were still recovering from ejaculating just a few minutes ago.

When C.J. was done, she told me to stay put while she cleaned up her brother's mess. She stripped off his plastic pants and his underpants and threw them into the bucket. Like mine, they were heavy with piss and smothered with shit, and boy, did they ever stink! I could see John getting hard from this, and I was building up another erection from the site of watching C.J. cleanse John's butt of his poop.

C.J. then led us back into John's room. She wanted to put our "diapers" on for us. I had been thinking about how badly I wanted her to do this since I saw her do it to John a few days ago, so when she mentioned it, I became very excited. My dick was fully erect again.

C.J. figured that since she always "diapered" John, she would diaper me this time and let John take care of himself, so John agreed to this. I watched her go to one of John's several underwear drawers. She grabbed a thick stack of briefs from one drawer and set it on the bed and then went back to the drawers to grab more.

While C.J. was getting more underpants, I looked at the stack that was sitting in front of me. All of these pairs were very dingy and tattered. I picked one pair up and unfolded it. The label was long gone and the waistband's stripes were faded. The leg openings were frayed as was the fly. It was a double-seated pair, showing its wear with heavy poop stains on top of poop stains throughout the entire back half of it, permanently embedded into the fabric. All the other pairs appeared to be in about the same condition, too.

The second stack of cleaner underwear was set next to the first one. A third stack also appeared before me as these were set down. Then, as if this wasn't going to be thick enough on me already, C.J. laid down a fourth stack of gleaming white underpants that looked like they were brand new, straight from the package.

C.J. was now ready to "diaper" me. All I was to do was lwan over on the bed and lift my feet so that C.J. could stick them into the leg openings of the underpants while she did the rest. I felt her pull the first pair up on me, pulling it so high that it was wedged into my butt crack and lifted my dick and nuts up with it. The next pairs followed, and I counted them to myself as she put them on. She let each waistband go with a sharp snap as it contracted back onto me, atop the other pairs that she already put on mt. I felt the stack of underpants becoming increasingly thick with each pair. After the first stack was put on, she started putting my briefs on in the opposite direction with the second stack. I had been standing there for several minutes by the time she was to twenty pairs, and there was still a lot of underpants left stacked on the bed for her to put on me. I was enjoying it very much, but I had to acknowledge that it was taking a while. I thought about how much faster and more practical real diapers would be, but I could tell that both John and C.J. enjoyed using underpants on him as an alternative to diapers.

After thirty-three, I lost count and estimated that C.J. must have put forty-some pairs of underwear on me! I ran my hands over my butt to feel just how thick they were, and I was blown away. My dick had been erect all this time, too, and I was already feeling like jacking off again. Looking over at John with his butt padded up increased this urge even more.

I thought that C.J. was done at this point and was ready to put our plastic pants on, but she wanted to do one more thing, so she went to John's drawer and grabbed a container of diaper pins. I thought this looked rather peculiar, since they weren't needed to keep our underpants on as the waistbands were serving this purpose rather well.

"What are the pins for?" I asked C.J.

"For starters," she said, "I'll demonstrate how thick your underpants are." With this, C.J. took a hold of one of the pins and stuck it into the seat of John's underpants. She did this repeatedly as John stood there motionlessly, smiling as he looked at C.J.

"Don't feel a thing, do you?" C.J. said as she kept pulling the pin out and sticking it back in at different places.

"Nope," John said. C.J. then went over to me and did the same thing. I winced at the thought of feeling the point going into my butt cheek, but I was sufficiently padded up to be protected from the sting of the pin's sharp point.

"Did you feel that?" C.J. asked me.

"No, I didn't," I said.

"You wanna know what I really use these for?" C.J. asked me.

"What?" I said.

C.J. then went over to John and started sticking several diaper pins into his waistbands and fastening them to his shirt, which was tucked in somewhere within the range of the outer ten pairs, thus ensuring full view of his underpants. She stuck about six of them in the rear, two on each side, and four on the front. I was very excited by watching her do this, but I was curious as to why.

"I know he won't take them off, but I just like to fasten them on so he knows he can't get them off easily."

Without asking me, C.J. proceeded to do the same to me. I felt her sticking the pins into my shirt, also tucked in towards the outer layers of my briefs. I listened to the diaper pins "snap" as she fastened them. She went all the way around me. I enjoyed looking down at her as she stuck the pins into my briefs. I could see down her shirt as she knelt before me.

Finally, the plastic pants went on over all of my underpants. At that time, John's parents returned from their shop after putting in an evening's worth of work.

"I see you gave the boys the 'full treatment,'" John's mother commented as she looked at both of us with very thick underpants on, pinned to our shirts, and topped off with plastic pants.

"You look really cute, Danny," C.J. said. "You too, of course, John."

"Why don't you get some pictures of them?" John's mother suggested.

C.J. went to the closet and grabbed their instant camera, which of course, came from the secondhand shop. She had John and I pose in various positions-- mostly butt shots--, some with the plastic pants on, other with them off. She shot two entire packs of film on us, taking two shots of each pose so that I would have a set for myself. Minutes later, the pictures were developed by the kitchen light. I enjoyed looking at the pictures of John and I happily showing off our "diapers."

John and I then went to bed shortly afterwards, looking at the pictures we had of ourselves and enjoying one more jerking-off session before we each fell asleep. We were both feeling so hot from jacking off that we agreed to just leave the covers off and just lie down on his bed with our butts showing. It gave C.J. a good opportunity to snap another picture of us, as I saw that she had taken one of us early the following morning before we woke up.

WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN: PART 8- The Day After -------------------------------------------

When I woke up the next morning I looked at John lying next to me. I had gotten chilled overnight and had crawled underneath the covers, but John was still lying on his bed uncovered. His butt was turned towards me, and looking at how much underwear he had on him gave me morning wood like I never had before. The way his underwear was layered on him, it looked so infinitely thick, as if there were no end to the thick bunch of underwear on his rear end. I wanted to jack off right there and then, but in my experience, a morning masturbation usually wasn't as satisfying, so I just let this one slide and I didn't want to wake John anyway. Besides, I was enjoying the view I was getting.

I really needed to pee. I wasn't used to wetting in my underwear, even with wearing a few dozen pairs of it at a time like a diaper, and with plastic pants over them. Since C.J. decided to stick several pins into my waistbands and attach them to my shirt, it wouldn't be easy to get them all off, so I just lay there, stiff-dicked, and let the urine flow pour down into the briefs. They instantly became wet and I felt the piss dripping over my balls and back towards my butt. I found this sensation to be rather stimulating. I didn't need to poop right then, but I was able to force some out of me and feel it pile up in the back of my underpants. Now I was really ready to jack off and could no longer resist the urge to do so.

I slowly stroked myself while looking at John, who remained asleep in spite of me increasing the rate at which I rubbed the front of myself over and over. Without too much jerking around I brought myself to ejaculation. It was a quickie, and as I expected, not as satisfying, but I knew I would have just lay there with a hard on all morning otherwise, having never fully satisfied myself.

John woke up a few minutes later. He apparently had some morning wood of his own to take care of, though I would have never been able to determine this visually as his three dozen briefs completely enshrouded his erection.

"Excuse me," John said as he began playing with himself. "Ever get morning wood?"

"All the time," I said. "Like this morning."

"Oh, yeah!" John said as he ejaculated. I could tell that his morning milkings weren't as exciting for him either, but I knew how he felt and that all young teen boys probably had these urges, too.

"How did you sleep?" John asked me.

"Fine," I said. "I got cold and went under the covers, though, how about you?"

"I was okay," John said.

John also noticed that I peed in my set of briefs, too. He put his hand down the front of my plastic pants to feel how much I had wet.

"Mine are wetter," John said.

John got up from his bed and stood before me. He pulled down his plastic pants and let me look at his piss-soaked briefs. I could see that they were damp, tinted with yellow, and I could also smell them.

"Well, let's have C.J. take these pins out for us and then let's have some breakfast," John said.

We went up to C.J. and told her that we were ready to be taken out of our briefs. She had just gotten herself dressed and promised that she would take our briefs off of us after we had breakfast. After John and I each had a bowl of cereal, C.J. led us into the bathroom. She decided to clean me up first. She removed the plastic pants and then she took all the pins out of my waistbands in order to remove my briefs. She pulled the wet underpants off in sets of four or five pairs at a time and stripped me to complete nakedness. I was a stinky mess. I couldn't believe that I was going to let a girl wipe my dirty butt. The mere thought of it was so stimulating, to say nothing of actually having C.J. clean me up. I felt C.J. stick her hand into my buttcrack and wipe off all the shit. She was obviously used to doing this to her brother as she was not the least bit fazed by the smells. Within minutes she had me cleaned up. I looked down at the floor behind me and saw the pile of wet, soiled briefs that I had been wearing all night long.

"How long you sticking around?" C.J. asked me.

"My Mom wants me to be home by 1:00," I said. "She'll probably pick me up by then, if not before."

C.J. then looked at her watch.

"It's only 10:30," she said. "You have a couple hours."

I didn't have a choice at this point since I didn't have my pants available to me. They were still being kept at C.J.'s friend's house.

"When are you going to get my pants?" I asked C.J.

"I'll get them before you leave, don't worry," C.J. said. She then went back to John's bedroom and grabbed another bunch of underpants. Just like last night, she had me in three dozen pairs of underwear, having pinned them to my shirt again. She then put a clean pair of plastic pants on me as well.

Next, C.J. cleaned up John and I got to watch her do this. Again I could see John's penis jutting straight out from his body. There was something about watching a girl wiping a boy's poopy butt clean that made me want to shoot my sperm again. I thought of how it felt and wished that she could clean me again. I hope to poop again before it was time for me to be picked up, so that she would get to clean me.

As if this wasn't enough to test my restraint, C.J. then started putting John's underpants on him while he stood patiently and let her layer his briefs onto him. I watched as his underwear went from a single layer of cotton thin enough to show the tone of his skin through the fabric, to a huge, solid mass of cotton billowing outward from his butt. After C.J. had John's butt padded up good and thick, I couldn't stand the urge any longer. I had to leave the bathroom and run into John's bedroom. I lay on his bed and began to masturbate. I was so engrossed in thinking about what John looked like and what I looked probably looked like, not to mention how this all felt. It only took me thirty seconds to a minute to bring myself to ejaculation-- the second such ejaculation in just a few hours, and it wasn't even 11:00 in the morning yet.

While I was extracting the last of my cum, CJ walked in and went over to John's underwear drawer. I didn't even realize she was in the room until she said, "Excuse me, I'm just getting some more underpants for John."

"Shit!" I exclaimed. "I didn't hear you walk in!"

"There's no door, remember?" C.J. said, pointing to the bare hinges along the door frame.

C.J. then looked at me lying there on John's bed, embarrassed that she walked in on me while I was jerking off.

"It's okay, Danny," she said. "You're a boy, just like my brother. He does it all the time and he doesn't mind if I see him doing it."

"Really?" I said.

"It's not like you're exposing anything that I can see," C.J. said. "I can't even tell when you're hard with all that underwear on." C.J. then turned around, as if to leave, and then she turned around again.

"But I know you are, anyway," she added.

With this, C.J. then left from John's room with a big armful of underpants. I continued to lie on John's bed waiting for my body to cool down.

A few minutes later John was finished getting "diapered." He came back into his room. His underwear looked even thicker and he had more pins stuck into it.

"Forty-five!" John exclaimed while he turned around and slapped his own butt. "I'm wearing forty-five pairs!"

"Wow!" I said. I knew that hearing this would have normally made me hard again, but I had exhausted everything I had.

C.J. then left the house and said, "bye guys, have fun!"

"Where's she going?" I asked.

"Dawn's house. Dawn is her friend," John said.

"What about my pants?" I said.

"I'll bring them back to you, okay?" C.J. said. "They're at Dawn's house."

"I hope so," I said nervously, hoping that she'd bring my pants back to me before my Mom came to pick me up.

"Maybe I can wear some of your pants in case she doesn't come back," I said.

"That's my only pair," John said.

"You have only one pair of pants?" I said. This corroborated my observation that John always wore the same pants to school.

"That's all I need," he said. "And they're at Dawn's house, too."

"Maybe you could call your Mom and have her bring me some pants from the thrift store," I said.

"She'll bring them back, I promise," John assured me. "She likes to play these games, so just go along with them. She'll probably wait until the last possible moment to bring them back."

"And if my Mom shows up early?" I asked.

"Then that would be a good time to let her know what you like to do over here. Think about how easy it would be for you if you were allowed to do what I do," John said.

"Yeah, that's true," I said as my feelings of envy towards John resurfaced. "I think about this all the time, in fact. I know my parents would never go for it or understand why I'd want to wear a bunch of underpants and poop in them, maybe pee in them, like a diaper. Actually, peeing in them is kind of fun, too."

"I think it's fun," John said. "But there's something else I should tell you," he said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"I'm incontinent because of all of this."

I hadn't ever heard the word "incontinent" before. I asked John what it meant.

"It means I can't hold it anymore," he said. "Even if I didn't have all these underpants on I would be peeing and pooping without control."

"How did this happen?"

"Just from wearing all these underpants all the time. You stop using those muscles and your body gets used to just doing its thing on its own," he said.

"How do you feel about this?" I asked John.

"I think it's great!" John said with a seemingly indelible smile. "It gives me the perfect excuse to wear my underpants like this!"

John and I had some cereal for breakfast and then we played with some if his Legos. The time had passed rather quickly from this point. I looked at my watch and it said 12:20.

I hope C.J. makes it back soon," I said with a worried tone in my voice.

"You've got forty minutes still," John said. "Relax."

"I need time to clean up," I said. "I took a big dump a few minutes ago."

It was hard for me to relax and enjoy my underpants while waiting for my Mom to show up, hoping that C.J. would get there first, and hopefully with my pants. The time was 12:40 and I was afraid my Mom would show up early. I was wearing three dozen briefs and there was a big, stinky mess underneath them.

"I'd better at least go get cleaned up," I said as I pulled the plastic pants off of me. I started taking the pins out of my underpants. I then started removing them. Only the top pairs were dry as the rest of them were wet from soaking up my pee.

At this moment C.J. came walking in with my pants. C.J. could see that I was frantically trying to get my underpants off.

"Sorry that I'm late," she said. "I knew you had to get going by 1:00, but Dawn likes to talk and she's quite the gabster!"

"May I have my pants, please?" I asked her politely as I continued taking my underpants off.

"Here!" she said as she tossed them to me.

"You'd better get them on quick, since your Mom just pulled up."

"Shit!" I said. I had no time to clean up and no time to take any more underwear off. If anything, I needed to keep them on so that they could contain the mess that I made inside of my briefs.

I still had on close to two dozen pairs. I hoped my pants would fit. Not a chance!

"Damn!" I said as I took my pants back off and pulled off some more underpants. I stripped off another six or seven pairs and then tried my pants again. I had one foot in the first pants leg when the doorbell rang. I hurriedly finished putting my pants on, just barely able to get them to fit over my underpants, which were still quite thick. I had to leave the fly undone. I pulled my shirt down and hoped my Mom wouldn't notice my open fly.

C.J. decided it was safe for her to open the door now.

"Danny, you ready?" my Mom asked me as she stared into the house.

"I just need to get my shoes on," I said. John ran back to his bedroom and got them for me. Mom looked at him as he came out to the front room, giving Mom another good show of his "diapered" state.

"See you Monday," I said to John as I followed Mom to the car. "Thanks for having me over!"

I took the front seat next to Mom. I felt very nervous as I sat there with my hand over my front, trying to hide my opened fly. Even more, I was worried that my Mom would smell the poop that was still inside my underpants. I left the window rolled down.

"Put your window up," Mom said. "It's not that hot out. In fact, it's kind of cool."

"Sorry," I said. "I'm just kind of hot myself," I said. I rolled up my window, hoping that in the remaining mile to our house that the smell wouldn't get too strong. No such luck.

"What's that I'm smelling?" Mom said.

"I dunno," I said. "I can't smell anything." It was a lie, of course, but I knew it would work since my Mom was always telling me that she could smell things that I couldn't detect.

"It really stinks, whatever it is," Mom said.

"Well, I might have picked something up from John's house, since it smells pretty bad there," I said.

"It must," my Mom said. "I could smell it just standing at the door. I don't see how you could stand it in there."

We got home and my Mom reminded me to get going on raking the leaves. She also told me to run in and get my jacket as it was a cloudy, cool, blustery early autumn day. At first I was going to try changing out of my messy underpants, but seeing that the jacket came down over my unfastened pants and that I was just going back outside anyway, I decided to leave my poopy underpants on for awhile. I went to work on raking the yard and piling the leaves up and getting them bagged. This took the better part of the afternoon.

While I was working I felt myself needing to pee and poop again. The damp underpants had already made my pants wet, but as they were dark pants this wasn't readily noticeable. Having my "diapers" on and that they were already dirty, I decided to go right there and then. The thought of peeing and pooping myself where I was gave me an intense hard-on. With this I let out a wet, messy poop and I peed along with it, adding to the mess.

A couple minutes later I resumed working. I then realized that I had overestimated the absorbency capacity of the underpants that I had on. My pants were soaked. I could feel the poop all over my butt and up in my crotch. I looked at my watch and it said 3:00. I knew that Mom would leave in a half hour to help my Dad close the drugstore as they closed at 4:00 on Saturdays.

I figured that I could wait a half hour and continue working. I still had half of the back yard to do, so while wearing my piss- and shit-filled pants I kept raking. As 3:30 rolled around I heard Mom start the car.

"Yes!" I thought as I now had the opportunity to go clean myself up. I ran straight to the bathroom and stripped myself completely naked. I jumped into the shower and rinsed myself off. Upon getting back out of the shower I realized that Rena had come in. I heard her talking on the phone in the kitchen. I had to pass through the kitchen in order to get from the bathroom to my bedroom. Dammit!

I decided to toss my soiled pants and underwear out the bathroom window and retrieve them when I went back outside to finish raking the leaves. As for getting to my bedroom, I had to put on the outermost pair of underwear and wear them to my bedroom along with my shirt. I knew Rena would laugh since she hadn't seen me in my underwear since my Mom told me that I couldn't go around the house wearing it anymore. The hardest part would be to explain why I was taking a shower just to go back out and rake the leaves again.

Quickly I made a beeline from the bathroom to my bedroom. Naturally my sister looked at me while I went past her.

"Did Mom say you could start going around in your underwear again?" Rena asked me. I ignored her and shut the door. I got myself dressed and I went back out to finish the leaves. First I picked up my soiled pants and underwear and brought them back into the house, carrying them in a garbage bag. I threw them into the wash at the same time, forgetting that washing colors and whites together was a laundry no-no.

Rena then came out to the washroom and asked me how I was doing.

"Fine," I said nervously.

"How was your sleepover at John's house?" Rena then asked me.

"We had fun," I said.

"John's sister goes to my school," Rena said.

"I know, she told me that she knows you, too," I said.

"C.J. and I have a couple classes together. She's a nice girl."

"She is," I remarked. Rena then changed the subject.

"Since when do you do your own laundry?" Rena asked me.

"I decided to be more responsible for my own chores," I said.

"That's good," Rena said. She then lifted the lid. I cringed as I was afraid she might see my soiled underwear. Actually, John's soiled underwear.

"Danny, Danny, Danny," Rena said as she reached in.

"Oh God!" I thought to myself. I knew for sure she had caught me now. She pulled my pants out of the wash. Fortunately my pants were wet enough to mask any immediate evidence of the mess that was in them.

"Don't wash your pants and your underwear together, unless you want to wear blue underwear, and I know you like to wear it white since it's all I ever saw you wear."

"Saw," I thought to myself. Past tense. How I wished I could make things present tense again and be like John, too, wearing nothing but lots of underpants around the house all day long, using them like a diaper. I was not ready to make any sort of confession at this moment.

"Let's set these aside and wash them later," Rena said as she laid my wet pants on top of the dryer. I was very relieved that she hadn't noticed any smells or stains.

"Thanks for the advice," I said.

"Good thing those aren't red pants, since you'd get pink underwear if you did that, and I somehow doubt that you'd ever want to wear pink underwear."

"Doesn't really matter now, I suppose," I said.

"Well, you have P.E. class, and you wouldn't want them to see you in pink underwear there," Rena remarked.

"That's true," I said. "It's just that Mom said I'm too old to go around the house in my underwear now. Do you think I am?"

"I dunno," she said. "Why do you ask?"

"Just, ahh, never mind," I said.

"C.J. says John goes around in his underwear all the time, right after school until the next day and all weekend long. He's your age, right?"

"Yeah, he is. Did C.J. say anything else about John?"

"She doesn't talk about him a whole lot. She says he's weird, but then, I say that about you, too."

"Rena!" I said defensively. "Don't call me weird!"

"Well, you are!" she said. "For example, why did you take a shower?" Rena asked me. Quickly I had to think of an answer.

"Because I got dirty raking leaves," I said. Well, in a manner of speaking, I did, in fact, get myself dirty, I just wasn't going into specifics.

"Are you done raking?" she asked.

"No," I said.

"Then why did you shower now?"

"I just felt like it," I said.

"See, like I said, Danny, you're weird, just like C.J.'s little brother, Gina's little brother Justin, you're all weird."

Rena left the laundry room at this point, as did I. I went back out to finish raking the leaves before Mom and Dad got home.

WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN: PART 9- Justin and His Sisters ----------------------------------------------------

Ever since I had my first sleepover at John's house the night before all I wanted to do was wear my underpants in multiples all the time like John did. While it didn't compromise our newly formed friendship in any way, it did make me feel jealous that John has been getting to wear his underpants in multiples all day in the presence of his family all of his life, while I had to keep all of this a secret and could only reminisce on having a few occasions of being "diapered" in my underpants whenever I had diarrhea. How I wished I could go back in time and had another chance. I would have pooped my underwear all the time and I would have denounced my toilet training. I was still only twelve, so it wasn't too late. The biggest dilemma I faced was how and when to make my move, and if doing this would produce the results that I wanted.

I kept my multiple underpants on underneath my pants for the rest of the afternoon. My Mom and Dad came home from their store. Dad thanked me for raking the leaves and he paid me my weekly allowance.

"So are you going to Justin's house tonight?" my Mom asked me.

"Oh yeah, that's still on," I said. I then went into my bedroom and packed my bag. I had the door closed since I didn't want anyone to see what I was planning to take with me to Justin's. I was so excited about this multiple-underpants thing that I could barely contain myself and control my urges! I got out my duffel bag, which had proven itself to be big enough to hold five day's worth of clothes when I went on a trip with my grandparents earlier this summer to see my great uncle. I unzipped it and then, with reckless abandon, I went to my underwear drawer and grabbed as many pairs of underwear as I could fit into the bag without making it look too obvious. I must have thrown two dozen pairs into the bag. I then threw in a clean shirt and a pair of socks.

At this point I had to make a decision on whether or not to take my pajamas. I was so tempted to strut around in front of Justin's sisters in my thickened-up underpants just to see how they would react. I also wanted to try again to explain to Justin how I felt about wearing several pairs of underpants together like a diaper. Now that I had told him about it once, I figured he wouldn't be as shocked or surprised. Not only this, but I was too far into this whole thing to resist the urge.

At Justin's house, everybody had to be ready for bed by 9:00 on weekends, including guests. I had always worn my pajamas when I stayed over there because I didn't feel comfortable enough to go around in my underwear as an invited guest. Of course once we were sent to bed and I was in Justin's bedroom I immediately stripped off my pajama bottoms and just wore my underwear after that. Both Justin and his five-year- old brother Christopher chose to wear just their underwear, at least during the summer. Justin always wore just his underwear, regardless of how hot or cold it was outside.

I decided that I would burn my bridge and leave the pajama bottoms behind. I grabbed my pajama tops and stuck them in the bag. I knew once I was out the door and down the street I was past the point of no return. My heart was racing as I thought about what I was about to do tonight.

At about 6:30 I called Justin and told him that I would be on my way over. When my mom saw how big and full my bag was, she asked me what all I was taking with me.

"Just my clothes for tomorrow," I said.

"And you're staying-- what-- one night?"

"Yeah, unless you want me to stay tomorrow as well," I said. This remark went unacknowledged.

"And you're two blocks away," Mom added. "It's not like you're going on a camping trip."

"Well, I just thought I would take some MAD magazines, and some other things," I added at the end.

"Whatever it is you're taking with you, I doubt you'll need it or use it while you're there," my Mom said.

"I'll use it, I'll definitely use it," I thought to myself.

I then left my house and walked to Justin's house. I showed up just in time for dinner. I was invited in and told that I could just take my bag into Justin's bedroom.

Dinner was macaroni and cheese, Spam and green beans. I sat with Justin, his three sisters Gina, Kathy and Lori, and his little brother Christopher at the crowded table and ate dinner with them.

We watched TV after that. They only had a black and white TV and no cable or VCR, either, so this limited our choices greatly. Knight Rider was on, and it was one of my favorite Saturday night shows, so I'm glad Justin's family liked this show as well. We also watched some Dukes of Hazzard reruns.

While I was sitting there watching TV, I constantly thought about what would happen once 9:00 came around. I kept looking at both my watch and the clock on the wall in the kitchen, as if one timepiece was going to say anything different than the other.

The moment had come at last. It was 8:55 according to Justin's Mom. I knew from my past experiences with staying at Justin's house that we had exactly five minutes to get ready for bed. She timed everything to the minute. Justin simply pulled his pants down in the living room and tossed them down to the end of the hall through his bedroom door at the end, along with his shirt. He was in just his white underpants and his socks now. I got a boner from looking at him, thinking of what he would look like if he were wearing another thirty- five pairs of underwear.

I hesitated as I thought about what I was going to do.

"Well, go change, gotta be ready by 9:00," Justin reminded me. With this I went into his bedroom and closed the door. I turned on the light and thought about the situation I had purposely put myself in. I was so excited, yet so nervous at the same time. I was starting to have second thoughts about showing off my multiple underpants to Justin's sisters and his little brother, as well as Justin's mother. I thought about just going around in one pair and not drawing so much attention to myself. As I thought ahead I knew I would regret not doing this and wish I had.

I knew that my time was running short, so I had to do something. I took off my pants and then, leaving my one pair of underpants on, I decided that since I had come this far and that this was what I was planning to do, I would proceed with carrying out my original intentions. I started putting my underpants on as quickly as I could, one pair at a time. My hard-on, which had stuck straight out while trying to poke through my one pair of briefs, was becoming increasingly contained and enshrouded in the thickening layers of underpants that I kept putting on.

After I put on six pairs I decided to wear the next few in reverse, just like John did. I had put three of these on when suddenly the door behind me opened. I panicked and I turned around to see who it was. It was Christopher, who was only wearing his underpants.

"Whoa!" I said to him. "What are you doing?"

"Getting my pajamas," he said.

"You don't need pajamas," I told him, hoping that I could encourage him to not only wear just his underwear, but perhaps to also try wearing them in multiples.

Christopher looked at me from behind and he laughed.

"Why is your underwear on backwards?" he asked, noting that the fly of my briefs was on my butt. Before I had a chance to say anything, he then noticed that I was wearing several pairs of underwear.

"And why are you putting on so many?" he asked.

"Uhh, I just wear them like this," I said.

"Why?" he asked.

"I just like to," I said.

"You look funny!" Christopher said as he stared at me. I figured that he's seen me now, so I might as well keep putting them on. I put on three more pairs backwards and then put the rest of them on the right way.

"You ever do this?" I asked him as he watched me put more underwear on. I snapped several waistbands to draw more attention to what I was wearing.

"No," he said.

"You should try it sometime, it feels good."

"It makes your butt look big!" he said with a laugh.

I asked him, "How big?"

"Really big!" he said. "You look like you're wearing a diaper!"

I didn't want to tell Christopher that this was the intent, at least for the visual appeal and the way they felt on me, to say nothing of actually using my underpants like a diaper.

"You used to wear diapers, didn't you?" I asked him.

"Yeah, until I was four," he said.

"Same thing for me," I said.

"No, Danny, you STILL wear diapers!" he said while chuckling in the manner that only a five-year-old boy could do.

"Okay," I said. "So maybe I look like I'm wearing a diaper."

"I bet you go poo-poo in them!" he said.

"You seem to be very interested in what my underwear looks like," I said to Christopher. "You sure you don't want to try this sometime?" I asked him.

"My Mom would get mad if I did," he said.

"Would you do it if your Mom didn't know about it?" I asked him. Christopher then just froze up, acting embarrassed somewhat, as if he wanted to answer "yes."

I finished putting my underwear on. At this point Justin's Mom hollered for us.

"Christopher! You'd better be ready for bed!"

"I'm ready!" he shouted. He then opened the door. I quickly changed out of my regular shirt and into my pajama top. I hesitated as I thought about emerging from the room wearing twenty-one pairs of underpants, as it turned out I had brought along twenty pairs with me, plus the one I had on already. I pulled my pajama top down as far as it would go, but it left two-thirds of my briefs showing, that is, the surface of the outer pair.

I appeared before Justin and the rest of his family wearing all my briefs. The girls were in their nightgowns. I was so nervous now and I was beginning to wish I hadn't done this.

"Gee, Danny!" Gina commented. "Got enough underpants on?"

"Yeah, why are you wearing so many?" Lori asked me. She then went up to me, lifted my pajama top and snapped some of the waistbands. This attention from her gave me a hard-on.

"How many pairs are you wearing?" she asked.

"Uhhh, twenty, give or take a few," I said.

"I don't even have that many pairs of underwear!" Kathy said. "They look cute on you, Danny!"

I looked at Justin. He didn't say a word and he looked like he was embarrassed by my actions.

"Danny, if you don't want to keep getting teased by the girls, you'd be wise to take off all those underpants," his mother said.

"Is it okay if I wear them like this?" I asked her.

"I don't care, do what you want, it's your underwear. I'm just telling you that you're drawing a lot of attention to yourself right now!"

"Doesn't he look like he's in diapers?!" Christopher said.

"Yeah, we'll call him Diaper Danny!" Lori said.

"Or diaper butt!" Gina said. "I always thought that boys look like they're wearing diapers when they're in their underwear!"

"Well, whatever you do, Danny, just don't use your underpants like a diaper," Justin's mother said. Justin's three sisters laughed at this comment.

"When you need your diapers changed, Danny, just let me know," Lori said.

I was feeling more regretful than anything else of exhibiting myself like this. I really wished I had stopped myself and not become so consumed in the excitement of showing everyone in Justin's family that I liked to wear my underwear in multiples like a diaper.

After the excitement died down we got out some board games and played these until about 11:00. By then I was tired anyway. When Justin and I went to his bedroom we talked.

"What the hell did you do that for?" Justin asked me.

"What? Wearing my underpants like this?"

"Yeah," he said. "It really embarrassed me," he said.

"I'm sorry, Justin," I apologized. "I guess I just got sort of carried away."

A moment of heavy silence passed. It seemed to be an eternity during those few seconds.

"You want to know why I do this?" I asked Justin.

"Not really," he said.

"Well, I gotta tell you anyway," I said. "You know John?"

"Yeah, I know him. He does the same damn thing you do, and he shits in his underpants, too!"

The silence returned. It was broken by Christopher opening the door.

"Stay out!" Justin yelled at him.

"But I have to go to bed!" Christopher said.

"In a minute!" Justin said. "We're talking!"

"Mom says that we have to go to bed now!" Christopher said.

"Go brush your teeth!" Justin told him.

"I already did."

"Go brush them again!" Justin told his brother just to make him leave. He left for a few minutes.

"Don't tell me you shit your underpants, too!" Justin said.

"Well, I used to," I said. "And whenever I did, this is how it was handled," I explained. "I'd have to wear all my underpants like this, like a diaper."

"So why are you doing it now?" Justin asked me.

"Well, I dunno, it's just something that sort of stayed with me," I explained. "I guess I've always sort of wanted to wear diapers, you know, and this is the next best thing."

"I'll never understand you, Danny," Justin said. Justin then climbed into his bed while I took the floor and some blankets, which served as my bed.

"Okay, I tried to tell you this before, and you thought I was weird," I said.

"And I still do," Justin replied back.

"I thought maybe this time you might understand, since I told you about it before."

Justin didn't say a word. The silence came back once again.

"Are we still friends?" I asked Justin insecurely.

"Maybe," he said.

"I'm sorry, Justin, I really am," I apologized profusely. He didn't reply.

"Will you accept my apology?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I guess," he said.

"So are we still friends then?"

"Yeah," he said. This relieved me of a lot of tension.

"But this is your last sleepover here," Justin added.

"Okay," I said, accepting the consequences of my behavior. "Are you still gonna come to my house?"

"Maybe," he said. "But probably not for sleepovers," he said. "I can't imagine sleeping in the same room with someone who shits in his underwear on purpose."

"I didn't say that I still do it," I said.

"You didn't say that you don't do it, either," Justin said. "I'm going to sleep."

"Good night," I said as Justin reached over to the light switch from his bed and turned off the light. After the light went out, Christopher came into the room and climbed into his bed.

For what seemed like half the night, I wallowed in my guilt and my fear of possibly having destroyed another friendship, this coming on the heels of Kurt's recent cessation of his friendship with me. Now it seemed like John would be my only close friend at this point.

Even in spite of my guilt I managed to get myself aroused enough to jack off. Justin was asleep as evidenced by his snoring. Christopher was across the room and he was too young to have any idea what I was doing had he been awake, so I brought myself to ejaculation as I thought about going back to John's house and having all my sleepovers there from now on. Likewise, he would probably be my only friend at school now, too.

The morning after felt especially awkward as I could only imagine what everyone thought of me now. Having such first thoughts upon waking that morning really had an impact on me.

While I lay there on the floor I realized that I had to pee and poop. After having thought about the reception that I got from Justin and his family for just wearing my underpants in multiples like a diaper, I couldn't imagine what they would think if I actually did poop in them. I had no plastic pants on, so I couldn't pee.

I figured that I had nothing to lose at this point, so, in spite of what my conscious was telling me otherwise, temptation overcame me and I let my load fill my underpants. I knew that at that point it was too late. My underpants were soiled and the air around me stank. I jacked off at the same time and enjoyed a morning quickie. As my feelings subsided, I was overwhelmed by guilt and fear.

I decided to get up and go use the toilet to pee. While I was in there I took all my underpants off and examined what I had done. I made an even bigger mess than I thought. I tried to clean myself up the best I could, using the rest of the toilet paper that was on the roll. I rummaged around to find a new roll, but I couldn't find one. I figured I was clean enough. I flushed the toilet and it was barely able to swallow the big pile of poopy wadded toilet paper in the bowl.

I put on three pairs of underwear so that they could absorb the residual layer of poop that was still on my buttocks. I carried the rest of my underwear, clean and dirty, back into Justin's room and put them away. Justin was awake and he saw that I had pooped in my underwear.

"You did it, didn't you?" Justin said to me.

"Yeah," I said with guilt.

"I figured as much," he said.

Without saying anything else, I put my pants on and then my shoes, and then my jacket.

"See ya," I said to Justin as I left his room. While I was coming up the hall, Christopher bumped into me.

"Are you leaving?" he asked me.

"Yeah," I said. "I'll see you later, maybe," I said to him.

Before reaching the front door, Justin's sisters asked me where I was going. Lori was sitting on the couch reading the Sunday comics. Gina and Kathy were sitting at the table eating breakfast. Their mother had already left for work.

"Where are you going?" Gina asked me.

"Home," I said as I hung my head low. "Sorry about last night."

"Just wait until I tell Rena!" Gina said.

"No, please, don't," I said to Gina.

"Why not?" she said. "She'll think it's funny!"

"Please don't tell her, okay?"

Gina didn't say another word. Lori caught the smell from my pants.

"Phew, Danny, you really did poop your underpants, didn't you?" Lori said to me.

I just nodded my head.

"I told you if you need changed, then let me know."

"You were kidding, right?" I asked her.

"Take your pants off," Lori said to me. I headed for the door. Lori got up and stood before the door. She wouldn't let me past her.

"Gina! Kathy! Come help! Don't let Danny get away!"

I ran for the back door, but Kathy made sure I didn't get past it, either. I ran back to the front door, but Lori charged toward me. Gina and Kathy were behind me. They had me surrounded and they wrestled me to the floor. Gina then got a hold of some handcuffs and put them around my wrists and then locked me into them. I couldn't fight her and the other girls off. They had my wrists secured. I was now at the mercy of these three girls.

Lori took my pants off for me and made me step out of them. Only because I was somewhat enjoying this did I not try to fight it.

"Where did you get handcuffs?" I asked the girls.

"One of Mom's boyfriends had them," Gina said. "Now Mom uses them on us when she spanks us." This seemed to make sense. I hoped that they weren't going to spank me.

"Why did you put handcuffs on me?" I asked.

"So you wouldn't get away," Lori said as she had my pants off. She pulled back my three pairs of underpants and examined the contents.

"Ewww yuck! Danny's all poopy!" she said. "Let's get you cleaned up!"

Lori then escorted me into the bathroom.

"You were in here earlier, I can tell," Lori said as she looked into the toilet.

"Step into the bathtub," she told me. I did as she said. She then pulled off my three pairs of pooped-covered underpants and exposed my erect penis.

"You like this, I see," she said as she noticed how hard I was. In a way I was glad that it was Lori doing this to me. I always had a crush on her, but I never told Justin this. I liked the extra attention she was giving the sexually sensitive areas of my body while she cleaned me up. In fact I almost came.

Lori then dragged me out to the front room again and I was naked from the waist down. She had my soiled underpants in her other hand. I was very embarrassed as I appeared naked before the other two girls as well as Christopher, who could only sit and watch all of this. Lori then took off the handcuffs so that she could get my jacket off of me as well. I thought that my hands would remain free, but she cuffed them back up.

Where's the rest of your underpants that you were wearing before?" Lori asked.

"Probably in his bag," Gina said as she unzipped it.

"Here they are!" Gina said as she found my underpants. "Here's some more that he got dirty!"

"Fine, we'll put them on him first," Lori said. She started with the pairs of underwear that I had pooped in, then she topped these off with the three pairs that I had on before I was stripped of them. Then, Lori started putting my underpants back on me. I felt them get thicker and thicker and thicker. The pressure of the waistbands became tighter and tighter. Pretty soon Lori had me back to wearing the twenty-one pairs and I was very well-padded once again.

"Now he looks like he's diapered!" Lori said as she patted my butt. "He should be, since he likes to poop in his underwear!"

"Too bad we can't get him some real diapers," Kathy said.

"This is fun!" Gina said. She then looked over at Christopher.

"Maybe we should do it to you sometime!" she said to him.

"No, no, not me!" Christopher said with an embarrassed laugh as he backed away.

"We'll get you next!" Kathy said to her little brother.

Justin had gotten up and he was dressed.

"What is going on?" he asked.

"Let's just say that we wouldn't let Danny get away with what he did," Lori said. Justin was putting his jacket on.

"Where are you going?" Gina asked him.

"Going to see Kurt," he said.

"So, how long are you going to keep me like this?" I asked Justin's three sisters.

"Until you let me call your sister and tell her to come over, "Gina said to me.

"So what if I don't?" I said.

"Well, then we'll just keep you like this," Gina said.

The last thing I wanted was for Rena to see me in the situation that I was in. I had to find some other way out of this. There was nothing I could do since my hands were still cuffed.

For the next hour I remained like this, sitting on the floor in twenty-one pairs of underwear. I had to pee and poop and I had no choice but to let it go. My underpants functioned just as a diaper would and they absorbed the pee. My fly fronts were soaked yellow. The poopy mess filled the back of my underpants. Justin's three sisters were satisfied with seeing that I had used my "diapers."

"You'd better have me call Rena," Gina said to me. "Those underpants, as thick as they are, aren't going to hold out much longer, and you're getting the carpet wet."

I didn't think there was any other way to end this, so I decided to let Gina call Rena over.

"Okay, Rena, see you in a little bit!" Gina said on the phone to my sister.

"Oh, and bring a camera!" Gina said with a smile as she hung up the phone.

WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN: PART 10- The Confession ---------------------------------------------

Within a few minutes Rena was at Justin's house. I ran and hid in Justin's room before Rena came into the house. Having my hands bound I used my foot to open the closet door and then I closed it. I stood there and hid for as long as I could. It wasn't long before I heard Gina and Rena come into the bedroom. The closet was too obvious, and sure enough, the door slid open. I froze as I stood there in wet and soiled underpants, staring at my sister.

"Danny!" she exclaimed. She laughed as she took a look at my underpants. "What are you doing in your underwear like that?"

"It's not the first time you've seen me like this," I said nervously.

"I never saw you wearing that many pairs before!" Rena said as she continued to laugh. She tugged at the top few waistbands to examine the thickness of my briefs. "Wait'll Mom finds out about this!"

"I don't want Mom to know!" I said.

"She's gonna know, Danny, face it," Rena said.

"Look, I don't know how to explain this," I said.

"Gina's told me all about it already," Rena said. I was still standing in the closet. Rena then suddenly snapped a picture of me with the camera she had brought along. I wanted to charge towards her and take the camera out of her hands and destroy the film, but I could not do such a thing as my hands were still in the cuffs. I came out of the closet and Rena took some pictures of my much "diapered" butt. I didn't want my face showing in the pictures, but I wasn't able to cover my face with my hands, so I had no choice but to turn my back to Rena, thus giving her a perfect opportunity to get pictures of my rear end.

"You look even cuter from behind!" Rena said. "I forgot how much it looks like you're in a diaper from back there!" She then examined my butt and saw that I had pooped in my underpants.

"Maybe this time Mom will get you some real diapers!" Rena commented. "This will surely convince her! At least you won't have to wear your entire underwear drawer around anymore!"

At this point Rena and Gina escorted me out of Justin's bedroom and back out into the main room.

"Should we give him his pants back yet?" Lori asked as she held them up.

"Nah, he hasn't needed them all day, so why should he get them now?" Gina said.

"Gimme my pants!" I whined.

"What good are they gonna do?" Rena asked me. "Your underwear's all wet, and your pants won't fit over all your underwear anyway!"

"Then take my hands out of these cuffs!" I demanded.

Rena and Gina were then discussing something, whispering to each other and laughing.

"Come on!" I whimpered. "Take these cuffs off of me!" Surely they felt I had enough tormenting by now.

"Okay, but on one condition," Rena said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"You have to walk home like that," she said. "In your underwear! Or your diapers, whatever you want to call them!"

"And what if I don't?" I asked.

"Then those cuffs stay on," she said.

"What about my pants?" I asked.

"You're not getting them back, Danny," Rena said.

"Aww, come on!" I whined again.

"Nope, too late, brother," Rena said.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked, nearly crying at this point. "What did I do to you?"

"Lots of things, Danny. Now's my chance to get even!"

There was little else I could do. My hands were finally freed from the handcuffs. I was allowed to take my bag with me, but all that was in it were my socks, my shirt from the day before, and my pajama top.

"Now I see why you brought such a big bag over," Rena said. "To hold all this underwear that you have on now!" she said as she grabbed a handful of underwear seats layered together covering my butt.

At this point Rena and I left from Justin's house. I was so embarrassed now by having to go outside. The fact that it was probably 45 to 50 degrees outside didn't make things any better. The neighbor kids were out playing. They looked at me and laughed, especially the girl, who was about five years old. The two boys also stared at me, but they didn't laugh so much. Perhaps it was because last summer they went around in just their underwear most of the time, or training pants for the younger boy, who was about four then. Perhaps they were used to being dressed this way themselves.

All I wanted to do was get home, but then I knew that once I was there, I would have some serious explaining to do to my Mom. All the way home Rena asked me questions about why I decided to wear all my underpants and embarrass Gina as well as Justin.

"I can't help it," I said. "Ever since Mom made me wear all my underpants for having accidents, I've wanted to do it." I didn't want to explain to Rena that I had an inclination for wanting to wear diapers before that even.

"Why?" Rena asked. "Isn't that gross to sit in your own shit like that?"

"To you it probably is," I said.

"But you like it," Rena said to me, pressing for an affirmative reply.

"I like how it looks and feels, that is, the feeling when you wear it," I said.

"You are the weirdest brother anyone could have," Rena sighed as she looked at me once again.

"So why did you pee and poop in your underwear in front of Gina like that?" Rena asked me, pressing for an answer.

"I was in handcuffs! What else could I do?" I shouted helplessly.

"Gina told me that you pooped in them once before," Rena said.

"What do you think Mom's gonna do?" I asked.

"Hopefully diaper your butt like she should have done the first time!"

"You mean with real diapers?" I asked.

"Yep!" Rena said back to me. "Big, white thick ones that you won't be able to take off! Mom will make sure they're nice and thick so we won't have to see and smell your shit all day!"

"What'll you think Dad will say?" I asked.

"He won't be happy with you, I know that," Rena said.

I felt my heart racing as we approached our house. I ran for the door and made a quick dash through the living room, then through the kitchen and finally, to the safe haven of my bedroom, hoping that nobody noticed what I was wearing and not wearing. Dad was in the den watching football and Mom was reading a magazine. They looked up when they saw me streak by, probably seeing a blur of white socks, bare legs and white underpants.

Once I was in my room I started stripping off my underpants. While doing this I vowed to try to get rid of these strange urges of wanting to pee and poop in my underpants pretending that they're a diaper. It was proving to be too much trouble now and would only cause me more trouble as long as I had these feelings. I finally got all my underwear off and I was a stinky, wet mess. I didn't have time to clean up, so I put on three pairs of underpants to absorb the mess on my butt. I then put some pants on. I stayed in my room and waited to face the music.

During this time Rena had explained everything to my Mom and Dad. I could hear them all talking out in the kitchen. A moment later somebody knocked on my door.

"Son, get out here!" my Dad shouted through the door. "We need to talk!"

My heart felt like it was about to explode now. I knew that I was going to be in for it now. My dad summoned me to the kitchen table and he pulled back a chair.

"Have a seat," my dad said sternly as he directed me to the chair I was to sit in. I sat down and felt the congealed layer of poop coated on my butt squish around. I could still smell it. I was glad to at least see that Rena wasn't also sitting in on this discussion. She was sitting in the easy chair just beyond the walkway that led into the living room, but still within earshot.

"Son, just what is the meaning of this?" my Dad asked me sternly, staring me straight in the eyes.

"Meaning of what?" I asked.

"You damn well know what, boy!" my Dad replied as he slammed his hand down on the table. I cringed as I was fearful of his angry tone.

"Rena told us all about what you did at Justin's house last night," my Mom said while scowling at me.

"Tattle tale!" I shouted so that Rena could hear me.

"Hey!" Dad scolded me. "You talk only when we say you can talk, understood?"

"Yes, Dad," I said.

"You don't have to tell me what you did over there, Danny. Rena told me enough of it. Why did you do this?" Mom asked me.

"I guess I just wanted to, I suppose," I said. "It sounded like it would be fun."

"You embarrassed Justin, and from what I understand he's not your friend anymore, and now you've lost Kurt over this whole thing as well. It seems that John's really been influencing you lately."

"Mom! It's not--"

"Don't interrupt your mother!" my Dad said.

"You embarrassed Justin, you embarrassed Gina, you embarrassed Lori, Kathy, everyone," Mom said. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

"I'm sorry," I said. "I know I got carried away with it."

"Yes, you most certainly did," my mother said. Suddenly the room became silent except for the hum of the fluorescent light above the kitchen table. Nobody was talking and I had a lot of thoughts running through my mind.

"Can I talk for a moment?" I asked.

"Sure, son, go ahead," my Dad said.

"You're probably blaming John for all this, I suppose," I said glumly.

"We figured he had something to do with it, yes," my Mom said.

"Well, after seeing that he, you know, put his underpants on like a diaper and used them that way, well, I got all excited and wanted to be like him, too."

My Mom and Dad said nothing. They could tell that I wanted to say more.

"Go on, we're listening," my Mom said.

"Well, I just want you to know that it isn't only John that made me feel like doing what I did," I continued. "I've always felt this way. You remember when I had accidents and I had to wear my underwear that way?"

"Oh yes, of course we remember," my Mom said.

"Well, I know you meant for it to be a punishment, not so much that I had to use my underpants like a diaper, but just so that I had to look like I was wearing one, especially in front of Rena and Julie. Was that why you did this?"

"That's part of the reason," my Mom said. "We did it because you could have made it to the toilet, but you just weren't doing it, no matter how much we'd scold you."

"They were accidents," I contended.

"Maybe some of them were accidents, but I just think you didn't mind pooping in your pants."

"Okay, maybe some of them weren't accidents," I admitted.

"We didn't know what else to do," my Dad said. "We thought about getting you some diapers, but then we figured that may have been going too far, and if you were in diapers, you'd never get them off to use the toilet, which was what we were wanting you to do in the first place."

"I think this is why you were so hard to toilet train," my Mom said. "It took us forever to get you to use the potty, especially for bowel movements. You've always had a hard time with the toilet ever since then. We thought you might have stopped having accidents by the time you were five or six, but you kept at it. We figured that your underwear could work as a diaper, that way in case you had an accident you'd be covered, and you could still pull your underwear down if you made it to the toilet. And as you mentioned, looking like you were in a diaper in front of your sisters was part of the reason."

"Well, I don't know how to tell you this," I said. "But I liked it when you did that to me," I confessed.

"You didn't seem to mind it as much as we thought you would. We thought for sure you'd put up a big fuss. What did you like about it so much?"

"It just felt good, and I liked how I looked in my underwear when I wore it like that," I said. I didn't want to mentioned that I liked how it felt to poop in my underpants, to say nothing of jacking off when I did this.

"It goes back farther than this," I added. "I don't know why, but for as long as I can remember, I have liked something about wearing diapers. I like looking at other kids in diapers, if they're boys. I like looking at ads in magazines and TV."

"I have noticed that these things seem to hold your attention," my Mom said. "I noticed you cut some pages out of the Sears catalog from the boys' underwear section, too. Now I think I understand why you did this."

There was more silence. I felt a little better that I had told my parents how I felt about wearing diapers and why I was engaging in such behavior. I confessed that I had been putting on extra pairs of underwear when going to bed every night. I didn't mention that I masturbated when I put all my underpants on. I had a feeling my parents knew that this behavior was driven by my young sexual impulses anyway.

"So, is there anything else you want to tell us?" my Dad asked me. About ten seconds passed.

"Well, not much else, I guess," I said. My parents could tell that I did want to say something else, so they waited patiently for me to speak again.

"I just wished I had gotten to wear diapers, real diapers, for when I was having accidents," I said. I couldn't believe I told my parents this. Surprisingly, they seemed to understand.

"Well, we came close, but since you didn't seem to keep having accidents, we didn't feel that getting you diapers was necessary. We figured they'd only encourage you to have more accidents."

"So what are you going to do now?" I asked.

"Well, son, your mother and I have been thinking, while sitting here listening to you tell us about your feelings. We feel that maybe you need to find out what it's really like to wear diapers."

My heart must have skipped a beat or two. I couldn't believe what I was hearing! Were my parents really going to put me in diapers?

"So, are you getting me some diapers?" I asked nervously.

"We will, if this is what you really want," my Mom said.

"I thought you were going to punish me," I said.

"Well, I think it's only fair that we let you decide for yourself if you really want to go around wearing diapers all the time," my Mom said.

"Does this mean that I will be wearing real diapers?" I asked.

"Yes. I'll get you some diapers tomorrow," my Mom said. I tried not to let my excitement show. I was ready to jump for joy. My excitement was tempered by my concerns for how this would be handled at school.

"What about school?" I asked my parents.

"You'll only wear diapers at home," my Mom said. "I'm getting you cloth diapers, and your pants won't fit over them anyway," my Mom said. "So you're going to be wearing them in full view of your sisters and their friends."

"So, how is this going to work?" I asked.

"You'll wear diapers and only diapers at home for a month," Mom said.

"Do I get to wear a shirt?" I asked.

"Yes, you get to wear a shirt, but no pants."

"Okay," I said, feeling my dick get hard as I anticipated being in real diapers.

"You will not use the toilet, period. This means no peeing in the toilet, either. You do realize, Danny that this means that you won't get to go anywhere after school or on weekends."

"So I'm grounded?"

"If you want to try wearing diapers for a month, then I suppose you are, more or less," Mom added.

"So what happens after a month?" I asked.

"Well, if you decide you want to wear diapers for good, then you'll have to wear them all the time. This includes school. If you don't want to wear diapers, then you'll have to give them up. I'm telling you this now so that you can think about it. Are you having second thoughts about it yet?"

"No," I said. "I want to wear diapers."

"Then diapers it is," my Mom said. My dad, who had sat silent for most of the discussion, nodded his head.

At this point I was excused from the table and told to go wash myself off. After I was done I was told to go to my room and put on as many pairs of underwear as I could fit.

"I promise that your diapers are going to be very thick, so you might as well get used to it. We also don't want to see or smell what you do in them, so the thicker, the better."

I went into the bathroom to clean myself up. I stepped into the shower and washed the mess off my butt. While I stood in the shower I jacked off, which was one of the few times I played with myself directly handling my dick without having several pairs of underwear over it. I nearly came, but I decided to save it until after I had my underpants on again.

I went back to my room holding a towel around my naked body. I had a big hard-on again as I thought once again about finally getting some real diapers! I put on over two dozen pairs of underwear and I got them good and thick like I liked them and that I was told to wear anyway. I then lay on my bed and jacked off. After I rested up from masturbating so wildly I remained in my thick briefs and went out to the front room.

Mom looked at me and asked me how many pairs I put on.

"Two dozen," I said.

"Go back and put on some more," my Mom said. "Between tonight and tomorrow we want you to get some idea of what it will feel like to wear thick diapers."

"How thick are they going to be?"

"A lot thicker than what you have on now, I can assure you," my Mom said emphatically. I felt my dick rising straight as its head lay pressed between my underwear and my waist.

"They'll be a lot thicker than what is necessary, but mainly to draw attention to the fact that you're in diapers. That, and it will be nice to know that you won't need to be changed for long periods of time, so you might as well get used to wearing them while wet and dirty for a long time as well," my Mom added. "You might change your mind about all this by then, but it's already too late for that."

I went back to my bedroom and put on another ten pairs of underwear, which was all I could get to fit. These pairs were stretched out a ways. They couldn't go up as high in the back, which made eight or nine waistbands show, revealing that there was lots more on underneath these as well. I was waddling by this point as I returned to the front room.

"That's better," my Mom said. "Your diapers will fit better and go up higher," she assured me as she noticed that I was trying to pull the top pairs up some more.

I found the newspaper and read the comics. Rena was sitting across from me as she looked at my underpants bulging out from my crotch.

"Getting a head start on wearing your diapers, I see," Rena said. "Mom told me that she's getting you some diapers tomorrow!"

"Yeah, she is," I said.

"I can't wait to see what you look like wearing them!" Rena chuckled.

After I got done with the paper I called John to tell him about everything that happened since the sleepover at Justin's house. I spent an hour on the phone with him, telling him how I was going to get some real diapers tomorrow. He told me that he jacked off while listening to me tell him about getting diapers. This made me hard as well, knowing that I could arouse him by talking about my recent experiences and experiences yet to come.

Later that evening I had to pee as well as poop. I had no plastic pants on, but I was just sitting in my room on the floor playing with my Legos, so if I got the floor wet it was no big deal.

I sat back and let the pee flow out into the fly fronts of my briefs. I never realized that wetting my underpants could feel so good as well as pooping in them, the latter of which I was more accustomed to. I then rolled onto my back and spread my legs apart. Thinking that I was already in diapers, I rubbed my front and my crotch and intensified my hard-on while I shit into my briefs. It felt so good knowing that I wouldn't get in trouble for what I was doing now. It was a big dump that filled my crotch and smothered my balls in shit. I savored the odor, knowing that I was being such a nasty boy like I had often only fantasized about doing.

My underwear was so wet in the front by this point. I didn't want to take it off, so to absorb the wetness, I went to my underwear drawer and put another three pairs on, which was as many as I could get to fit, ultimately pushing them to the limit. One pair even ripped. I then lay on my bed and jacked off again. I had shot most of my semen from jacking off just a couple of hours ago, so it came out dry, but it still felt good.

After I peed again the underwear was starting to become saturated in urine. When I asked my Mom if I could change, I was told "No. You will wear them until I think they're due for a change."

As the day went on I continued to pee more into the underpants. The seat was now soaked in urine, and as it mixed with the poop, I really began to stink, especially as the urine odors became more stale. Rena kept complaining about the odors all over the house.

"Remember, he's just having a trial run now, using what he already has for diapers," my Mom said. "His real diapers will absorb a lot more and he won't stink as much," Mom assured Rena. I then went back into my room to play some more.

Rena then came into my room and joined me in playing with my Legos. She looked at the many layers of underwear in my crotch. I then got up and bent over in front of her, which I did on purpose just so she could see how heavily I was "diapered."

"How many pairs are you wearing. Danny?" Rena asked me.

"Uhh, thirty-four," I said.

"You still stink," Rena said, knowing that I pooped in my briefs. "I hope your diapers will keep your smells in as well as your shit."

When Rena left the room she said, "Danny's gonna get dia-pers! Danny's gonna get dia-pers!" She then got on the phone and called Gina to tell her about the latest developments. She also invited her to come over after school to see me in diapers, which I expected to be wearing after school tomorrow. I couldn't wait! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Questions and/or comments are welcome at yobrepaid@hotmail.com .

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