Mica's Memoirs

****Here, hopefully, for your reading pleasure, is my newest tale of gay baby boy diaper love. As this says, that means that this story involves boys having gay sex and using their diapers. There is also one man/teen boy diaper loving pairing. Please let me know your thoughts on this or any of my other stories at erich5748 at ymail.com. I would love to hear from you. You can find all my stories at nifty under the prolific authors section, look for me under erich, I have something like 60 stories now. Man, I can't believe it's that many already. As I have now done for a couple of my other stories, I actually dug up pictures of cute boys in diapers from my archives, and used pictures of the boys as I described them, I think it works better for and gets a better description of them. Please remember that Nifty is a free service, but does require donations to keep them going, so give what you may, I do what I can, and I hope that others do as well. Thanks.****

Hi there, my name is Mica, and this is my tale. I am ten years old, I am adopted, and I have the greatest daddy in the world, David. Due to something wrong inside my head, I have to wear diapers twenty four, seven. I do not remember what it is called, all I remember is that it means I do not feel that I need to pee, so I constantly wet my diaper. It is not actually as bad as you would think it is, my diapers are gloriously comfortable, especially once wet.

I am also gay. Not sure when I knew this for sure, but I am absolutely certain of it now, but no, I have never played with another boy, yet. I am pretty tall for my age, almost one and a half meters tall already, and I weigh about thirty or so kilos, so I am a good solid build my daddy says, because I have no real fat on me. He says it is because I never stop moving, and I workout and swim a lot. I have shorter cut medium brown hair, dark brown eyes, my eyebrows and lashes are a little thick, and I think my nose is a little big, but my daddy says I am just fine, and that one day soon I will be the perfect catch for some lucky boy.

Yeah, he knows I am gay, but I know he is as well. I think I started to understand that as early as five, that was why it was so easy for me to understand it about myself as well. We are not shy around each other, we will ask each other all sorts of questions, and we see each other naked a fair bit, yeah, like every day. He still changes my diapers for me most often, but he will not let me change his, mostly because of the last time I tried to play with him, but he told me that that is simply not allowed, smacked my diapered bum, and told me to scoot.

So, yeah, one of the reasons he adopted me specifically, he too needs diapers. So did my adoptive mother, and she too was gay. They were married, but they were not husband and wife. They both wanted kids, and they were best friends, and they knew that the only way to adopt kids, was to be married and be, to the rest of the world, straight, they never shared a bedroom though. They wanted to find more kids to adopt like me, diapered kids, to raise them so that we felt the love we deserved, but then she died as well.

My real parents were killed in a car accident, hence the reason I am adopted. I was not with them at the time, I am told thankfully so, because there would have been no way that I would have survived the crash either. I was three when they died, and exactly four when I was adopted.

My mom, the one who adopted me, died just after I turned five, breast cancer took her before we even knew she was sick. That was harder on me, by then I understood what had happened, not like when my real parents died. My daddy was crushed, she was his best friend, but we survived.

When I was eight, my daddy did manage to adopt another little boy, he was three at the time, he is five now, his name is Dustin, though we call him Dusty. He has shiny/shaggy blond hair, dusty blue eyes, cute little round cheeks, nice small nose, and the most mischievous grin I have ever seen. He is just barely one meter tall, and not quite twenty kilos, so Daddy says he is almost exactly the size he is supposed to be for his age. He is so cute, and I can already tell that he is going to turn out gay as well, and he too has to wear diapers. His problem is in his bladder, the nerves never developed, so he cannot hold his pee any more than I can, or Daddy too for that matter.

I asked my daddy if he had known that Dusty was going to be gay when he adopted him, and he said that he was pretty certain of it. I asked if he had known that about me too, and he grinned and said it had been easier to see with me than it had been with Dusty. So he is adopting the gay baby boys, which I know I am okay with.

We live on a really nice piece of property, it is almost a hundred acres, mostly treed, though we do have a few fields as well for our animals, not that we have a lot, just a few horses, a few cows and goats, a bunch of chickens, and our pot bellied pig, his name is Bacon. Pretty evil name, I know, but funny none the less.

Both Dusty and I go to the same school, only a short bus ride from home, yeah, like half an hour. I do not get to see him much at school though, because he is in kindergarten. With me being in grade five, we are on opposite sides of the school and playground, but I do work in his class as well twice a week, part of the learning program to teach us how to teach younger kids, but I do not work with Dusty, they did not want us together, because we have to learn to work with others.

Until my story really starts, no one had yet to find out that I am adopted or gay, though all know that I wear diapers. Dusty had told everyone on his first day of school a few months ago that he did, same as I did, so that everyone knew and would know that it does not bother us, or them. I still get teased, Dusty has not yet had to deal with that, but I am certain that he too will have to suffer that, though I never allowed them to make me upset, because by the time I started school, I was already a full on diaper lover, and why should I let them tease me for something that I would never dream of giving up.

Today is Friday, Dusty and I arrived to school, I walked him to his class, and then headed out to find the couple friends that I do have. Just after bell rang, and we are in class, we headed to the kindergarten class to work with the kids again. The boy who works with Dusty, a fairly mean kid I might add, but thankfully never to Dusty, or he may have already received a broken nose for the trouble, realized something, that Dusty and I are brothers. It had never come up, my friends knew, but next to no one else did. When Dusty said that I was his brother, the boy looked over to me, then to Dusty, and said, yeah right, well, Dusty did not take kindly to that and told him that we are brothers, no matter who our parents had been. Yes, Dusty has known since he was four that he was adopted as well.

Shortly after that, we were back to class, and he never said anything, but then recess was next, and he cornered me in the playground.

“What do you want now Tyson?” I asked, I really do not like him. He has never been horrible to me, a few taunts here and there, but I am bigger than he is, so I think he is smart enough to know I would not accept that behavior.

“You're adopted, aren't you?”

“Yeah, so what!” I said, I was already mad, I did not like his tone.

“Ha ha, you're adopted, you're adopted. What, your parents couldn't stand you and threw you away?” He taunted.

Well, I kept my cool, as well as can be expected of course.

“No, you idiot, they were killed in a car accident when I was three.”

“Yeah, right, that's probably just what they told you.”

“You really are stupid, aren't you.”

“You can't call me stupid, you are, you wear diapers, and you're adopted too, your parents didn't want you.”

“Yeah, well, my dad chose me, yours are stuck with you, and I wonder how often they dream of just throwing you away.” I said as meanly as I could and turned and walked away.

All I heard as I walked away was him spluttering in anger, trying to understand what I had just said, and then I heard him running at me. Just before I knew he was going to tackle me, because I could hear him getting closer and closer, I dropped to the ground, laid flat, and then felt him sail right over top of me. He hit my foot just as I went down, which caused him to trip, and he did a full face skid right through the mulch that covers our playground. I could hear him crying, I am certain that that had to hurt, a lot, and when he turned over, I could see just how much.

His nose is bleeding, his face is all scratched up, and he spat out at least a cups worth of mulch before he was able to breath again. I stood up, dusted my hands and clothes off, and then headed to where Tyson lay on the ground, still crying and bleeding. I offered him my hand, he took it, and I pulled him up. I knew everyone was watching, it was silent as a morgue, they probably thought I was going to beat the snot out of him now, but I am not a bully, I never kick someone while they are down.

“Come on, let me help you, let's go to the bathroom.” I said and led the way.

As we were going, one of the playground monitors finally made it to us and asked what happened. I told her that we were just playing, that I tripped, and then Tyson tripped over me and ate dirt, and now I am just taking him inside to help him get cleaned up. She looked at me shrewdly, she knows I am lying to her, I am sure she had seen more than enough, but she had been too far away at the time to have done anything to help. I shrugged my shoulders at her, and said I needed to get Tyson to the bathroom, and maybe to the nurse.

As we walked inside, Tyson whispered thanks. He knows just as well as I do that what he had just done would get him suspended, and that he would likely get in massive crap when he got home too. I led him all the way to the only single bathroom with a locking door, this is where I am supposed to come to change my diapers, no one else is supposed to use it, since there are no other disabled students at the moment. He never said another word.

Tyson is the same height as me, plus or minus maybe half a centimeter, he too looks like he is a good build, but I happen to know that I have more muscle than he does, he has short messy blonde and brown streaked hair that is natural, but in the summer goes almost bright blonde. His nose flares out a little, but it is not big, it fits his face nicely. He has nice full, red lips, and even white teeth. His eyes are deep dark blue.

As soon as we made it, I went and grabbed some toilet paper, and rolled a couple pieces up and told Tyson to stuff them in his nose and to tilt his head back after doing so, so he did. I then grabbed some paper towel and got them wet, then went up to him and started washing his face off. I must have startled him, because he jumped and pulled away.

“I need to clean your face off, so that I can see if you need to go to the nurse or not. Don't worry, I don't intend to hurt you, I'm not mean, I don't hurt people.”

Well, that must have struck an awful deep chord in him, because his crying, that had finally turned to just sniffles, burst into full on sobs. I finished cleaning his face, and then pulled him to me and hugged him. He tried to struggle for a few minutes.

“You're shockingly mean, you need to stop, and from the way you acted from me just trying to hug you to make you feel better, tells me that you don't receive near enough hugs yourself. You're in an abusive home, aren't you.” I said softly.

It took a few minutes more, but finally he sniffled and whispered yes, that he is so miserable, that he lives with a drunken abusive mother who has never loved him. He has no idea who his father is, he is not even sure his mom knows who he is, and if she does, she has never said. I never let go of the hug, and Tyson never tried to pull away either.

“Are you okay now?” I asked.

“Yeah, thanks by the way.”

“No problem. Good face skid there, by the way. Never saw someone slide so far on their face before.” I grinned.

He laughed lightly. “Thanks.”

“Well, seeing as how I'm here already, and my diaper's already getting soggy, I may as well change. Just give me a minute, and then we're gonna go sit and talk more. I'll get permission from Mr. Simpson, he likes me.” I said, of our principal, while already heading to the locker that is in this bathroom especially for me. It holds all my diaper change supplies, as well as a blanket that I can put down to change on.

“Um, I'll leave you.”

“No, that's okay, I'm not shy or ashamed, you already know I wear diapers, so it's not like I have anything to hide.”

“But, you'll be naked.”

“So, haven't you ever seen another naked boy before?” I asked, looking at him truly for the first time.

I could see in his eyes that no, he had not, and that it scares him, deeply.

“Oh, you never have. You're scared?”

He never said anything.

“Well, let today be your first then. Stay, there's nothing to be scared or ashamed of, how else would you know how you stack up. We're almost the exact same age and size, so we're probably pretty close to the same down there anyway.”

I could see the look of panic in his eyes, but I stripped off my pants, threw out the blanket, and laid down in just my soggy diaper. He tried so hard not to watch, but I could see in his eyes just how much he wanted to. I have no idea how I had never seen it before, but Tyson is as gay as they come. His mom must hate gays though, because he is trying to fight it, I can see that too, hence the reason for looking so deeply afraid, no, that look is pure terrified.

I pulled the tapes holding my diaper on, pulled it down, and then out, grabbed a wipe, wiped myself well, slipped a fresh diaper underneath myself, lotioned and creamed my diaper area, and then pulled up and taped closed my thinner daytime diaper. All the while, Tyson's eyes never left my diaper area. I was watching him the entire time, his vision was narrow, looking only at my crotch, mine was not, I saw everything.

As I changed myself, Tyson licked his lips, started breathing heavily, started sweating, swallowed hard a couple times, and had had to adjust himself three times in the two minutes or so that it had taken me to change myself. Sadly I could not see his bulge, he always wears such big baggy clothes it is hard to tell what he looks like. It had taken every bit of will power I had to not get hard as well. I usually am, at least when I change myself, but I try really hard to not get hard when my daddy changes me, but the things I envision as he does sometimes makes me so hard, but hey, what can I say. Dusty though, he never tries to stay soft when I change him, and he tries to make me hard when I let him change me, but I just move his hands and say my toy, and he understands.

“There we go, not so bad, now was it. Was I right, are we pretty much the same down there?” I asked as I was putting my pants back on.

His eyes snapped up to mine, I tried not to laugh at the look on his face, that would have been seriously mean, that would have hurt him huge to laugh at him the way he was feeling right now, maybe enough to cause him to crash. He started crying again, so once more, I went up and hugged him.

Just then, we heard the bell ring, so we have already used up our entire fifteen minute break. This did not bother me at all, and so I continued.

“It's okay to look, you're supposed to. No one wants to get caught doing it, but we all know that we do. Last year when I took my water safety course at the Y, there were lotsa boys and men in the change room, and I got to really see lots of others naked, it was awesome. Before that, I only ever saw my daddy and brother naked. I wanted to be able to use our pool by myself though, so my daddy made me take the full course, it was six months long, and I saw lotsa boys naked. I can't wait 'til my dick starts growing and gets hair on it like some of the older boys did.”

He never said anything, just continued to sniffle.

“I saw the look of total fear in your eyes when you heard me say I was gonna change my diaper and get naked in front of you. I know what it means, and I want you to know, I don't hate you for it, and that I am as well. I'm not gonna say what though, only you can say that, but I do know.”

He started crying even more, full on pitiful sobs. I started rubbing his back to help him calm down. His shirt lifted up though, and I ended up rubbing his bare back. I got really close to the band of his pants, and then felt his underwear band, but it did not feel like any kind of underwear that I have ever seen before. Then it came to me, it was a Pullup of some sort. Tyson is diapered as well.

He had not noticed this yet, so I kept on going, until I cupped his hot soggy diapered bum, and he is soggy too.

“Oh god.” He shrieked.

He tried valiantly to pull away, but I was having none of that. Tyson is the same height as I am, but I outweigh him, as well I am clearly far stronger than he is, because he could not break my grasp. I still have a handful of soggy diapered bum.

As I hugged him and rubbed his back and diapered bum, I continued to whisper to him that I did not hate him, that he is okay, that clearly we are far more alike than I had ever thought possible. Finally he settled down again.

“It feels like you could use a soggy bum change. Would you like to try one of my diapers, I'm sure they're more comfortable than the Pullup you're wearing, I assume it's a Goodnite or an Underjams?”

“No, I'm okay.” He whispered in fright.

“Why, you need to change, are you afraid I might see your dick, and that it's super hard?”

“How would you know that?” He squeaked.

“Cause I saw you as I changed myself, and if you're not hard, then you're better than I am. I'm so freaking hard from petting your hot soggy baby bum, it's not even funny.”

“Um um....” Was all he could say.

“Here, lay down, I wanna change your diaper.”

I had not put away my blanket and supplies yet, so it is all still there, all I need is another diaper, which I turn and grab right away.

I do not know what it was that made him do so, but I do not think that he thought about it. It seemed automatic, instinctual even, he just laid down. As soon as he was down though, the same look of fear shone bright in his eyes, tears welled up again, and I got down and started undoing his pants.

Tyson covered his face with his hands, but he never once tried to stop me. I pulled his pants down and exposed his soggy Underjams pullup diaper, and now I can see just how hard he is, because even in his diaper it is impossible to miss. It looks amazing.

With shaking hands, I reach out and tear the sides of his fake diaper, pull it down in the front, and then I came. Seeing boys naked is one thing, even when you really want to, but seeing a boy you know to be gay, wearing a diaper when you yourself are a diaper lover, and fully hard and pulsing as he is, is clearly too much for the average horny ten year old, though trust me, I do not consider myself to be average at all.

I have no idea what Tyson thought about the noises I made, or the fact that I stopped doing anything for several seconds, but he never moved. It is possible he has no idea what an orgasm is. Poor boy, maybe he will find out soon. I will not try to make him cum, but he is so hard, that I think he might the second I touch his dick when I clean, lotion, and cream him.

As soon as I came down, I grabbed a wipe, pulled out his diaper, and then went in with shaking hands and started to wipe him clean. I was right, three seconds is all he lasted before he exploded in a boys most amazing feelings. He squeaked and squealed so cutely. I hope no one heard him, because his first orgasm clearly took him by surprise, and he was quite loud. I came again.

As soon as I came down, I finished washing Tyson, then proceeded to lotion, then apply a nice layer of diaper rash cream. He was crying again, probably in shame this time, since I do not believe he knows or understands what just happened. I pulled up and taped closed his diaper, and then patted the front.

“There you go, now you're properly diapered. How does it feel, and how'd you like your first diaper change?”

“Good.” Is all he said, barely a whisper, yet he still has not uncovered his eyes.

“Here, hop up, let's get your pants back on Baby, and then we need to go talk.”

“I'm not a baby.” He said. No bite, no emotion, just simply stated.

“No, no more than I am, yet I am, and I think maybe you are too.”

He never said a thing to that.

As Tyson put his pants back on, I gathered up all my diaper change supplies and locked them back up. By the time I was turned back around, Tyson was ready. It is still easily apparent that he has been crying, but I do not intend to go back to class. I told Tyson to stay here for a minute, that I would be right back. He promised, and so I headed to the office. Once there, I talked to Mr. Simpson, and told him most of what had happened and what I wanted. He told me that he would get it straightened out with our teacher and to take all the time we needed, and that if I needed his help, to come and he would be happy to talk to Tyson as well.

I headed back to my private bathroom and was happy to see that Tyson was still there. He had his shirt up and was looking at his diapered bum in the mirror. He dropped his shirt and blushed massively as soon as he saw me.

“It's okay, I don't blame you for checking it out, it's a pretty hot baby diapered bum.”

“You....you're gay, aren't you?”

“Not gonna say, not 'til you do.” I smiled to him brightly.

“How do you know?”

“Too many reasons to count, but same reason you can tell from me.”

“Oh.”

“Come on, Mr. Simpson told us where we can go to be private, let's go there so that we can sit and talk.”

I led him to the quiet room, and as soon as we made it, we each sat in one of the few comfortable chairs in there. I did not say anything, I wanted to let Tyson say his piece first. I know he will eventually, he just needs the time. Finally he looked up at me.

“Mica, I think I'm gay.”

“Tyson, I know you are, every bit as much as I know I am.”

“How long have you known?”

“God, since I was six I guess. Doesn't hurt that I think I always knew my dad was as well.”

“Really, he is too?”

“Yep, sure is, and so is Dusty, or Daddy and I think he will be, though I'm not sure he knows or understands it yet, but I think he's starting to, when I let him change my diaper, he tries to rub just a little more than he strictly needs to, and he's always impossibly hard when I change him.”

“Oh, he wears diapers too?”

“Yep, so does our dad, those are the reasons he adopted us.”

“Oh, and he doesn't, you know, um?” His blush was massive.

“No, unfortunately not, he won't even let me change his diaper any more because I tried playing with him too much.” I say sadly.

“Oh.” He said, and blushed even more.

“Yeah, so how 'bout you, when did you start to understand that you're gay?”

“Um, about ten minutes ago.”

“No, I think that's when you knew for sure, when did you start to suspect it then?”

“Couple months ago, and it's because of you.”

“Ah. I think I understand. How 'bout diapers?”

“Bed wetter. Have been my whole life, will be too, doctor says I have a problem in my kidneys, they don't shut off at night, and my bladder's too weak to hold it all throughout the night. That's the only reason I get diapers at all, trust me, my mom would never willingly spend any money on me if she could get away with it. Not sure how I got Underjams this time, normally it's the cheapest ones they have.”

“How long have you been wearing them during the day?”

“Today was my first day, figures you'd feel it.” He laughed.

“Congrats. You're a diaper lover too, aren't you?”

“Yeah, I really think I am. Today was the first day I worked up the courage to do it, but I've dreamed about it since we started kindergarten and I saw that you got to wear and how unashamed you were of it. I'm sorry I was a bully by the way, I never wanted to hurt you, I wanted you for a friend, only, I had no idea how to do it. I know I never really said or did anything really bad to you, directly, but still, I wasn't always the nicest to you.”

“It's okay. Before I even started school, my daddy warned me that there'd be kids who'd tease me for wearing diapers, but to pay no attention to them, since half the time they wanted what I have more than they know.”

“In my case, that's so true, only, I was starting to understand what I wanted, and I wanted your diapers so bad it hurt. You have any idea how often I snuck into your bathroom and checked out your diapers. Man, so often. I even put one of your fresh warm used diapers on one day late last year, man was I hard. I also smelled them, a lot.” He blushed at having admitted this.

“Ah, I wondered why I saw you go into my bathroom a couple times last year after I left, no one else was supposed to use it.”

“Yeah. I often wished you'd leave the locker unlocked, and then I could get a diaper and try one on. That's why when I found a diaper that was only about half wet, I put it on. It felt so wrong and so right, all at the same time.”

“Maybe in an hour or two, we could trade diapers then.” I grinned.

“I'd like that.” He smiled.

“Good. So, why's your mom so hard on you, and why haven't you just left?”

“I don't know. She started drinking, a lot, when I was about five or so I suppose, then she just became a bitch. I used to love her, now I can't stand her, and I wish she'd just die.” He said, and then burst into tears again.

I hopped up from my chair, and went and sat in his with him and wrapped my arms around him as best I could. We both barely fit in the chair together, we are first and second biggest in our class, me being the bigger of us two of course, and these chairs are not exactly large.

Once he calmed down again, I started talking.

“I wanna call my daddy and ask him to come pick us up, I wanna have you come spend the weekend, and I wanna have him try and adopt you. I don't think you should be going home any more.”

“If my mom finds out I'm gay or a diaper lover, she might try and kill me, so maybe I should. I've never spent the night at anyone's house before though.”

“Don't worry, you'll be fine, and if you're afraid of what she'll do if she finds out you're a gay baby boy diaper lover, then we definitely needta get you outta there.”

“Yeah, I know, and the way she talks about gays, I know she hates me, only, I don't think she knows why yet.”

“No, you hid it well, I can usually tell. There's at least twenty kids here, boys and girls, that I'm absolutely certain are gay or will turn out gay, maybe bi. And Dusty isn't even one of them, I'm talking at least twenty others.”

“Really.”

“Yep. There's a phone in here, I'm gonna call my daddy and explain everything to him and have him come pick us up.”

Tyson said nothing to this. I can see that he is scared, and he has reason to be, but not with us. He is so deathly afraid of his mom finding out that I do not think that it is a good idea in the least for him to go home. I called home, and as soon as Daddy picked up, I started explaining why I was calling, and pretty much everything that I currently know about Tyson's situation. Other than saying hi, he never really said anything.

“You want me to adopt him, don't you?” He asked when I finished.

“Yeah, would you. I think he needs us.”

“And you want him too, don't you.”

“Yeah.” Even I heard how much I sighed on that one.

“Yeah, that's what I thought. I'll see what I can do then. I'll be there in half an hour to pick you up. Actually, get Tyson's moms phone number, I'll call her and stop by their place and pick stuff up for him and arrange everything, and have her call the school as well.”

“Okay.” I asked Tyson for his information, and had to coax it out of him, but when he did give it, I gave it to my daddy. He warned me that he might be a bit longer, but to just stay where we are for the time being, and that he would come and get us when he could.

I told Tyson that everything is in order, and that Daddy would pick us up soon. He is still nervous, so I told him where we live and what all we have to do.

“Doesn't your dad work?”

“Technically, no, not really, he's a writer, not huge name or anything, but he does well for himself. In fact, his first book, he wrote for me, clearly a kids book, and it was his most popular. It was my mom who made him send it in, and he's been writing ever since. They already owned the property and everything, he was already decently well off before that, so was she come to think of it, so they never really had to work if they didn't want to.”

“Oh, cool, so he's a stay at home dad then.”

“Yeah. What about your mom?”

“She has a job, though how she keeps it's beyond me, I'm pretty sure she's drunk there even. Not even sure what she does, I never asked, she never said, and I never cared. The less I see of her the better. I maybe see her for an hour in the mornings, that's about it though, so that was always good.”

We continued to talk, getting to know each other better, until we heard a knock on the door and Daddy and Mr. Simpson walked in.

“Mica, clearly your dad's here, he's pulling you from school for the rest of the day, and Tyson, your mom called and said you were allowed to go with Mica and his dad. I don't know if she knew that it'd be before the end of school, but considering how she sounded, I'm not inclined to care.”

“Ah, was she drunk already.” Tyson sighed.

“Yes. How often is she drunk before noon?” He asked disgustedly.

“I think it's better to ask how often she's not, then I'd say I've never seen it.”

“Really. And is she abusive to you?”

“If I don't listen, she doesn't mind giving me a smack, but she's never beat me. She yells and calls me names, but, since I was six, I try and stay outta her sight as much as possible, so it's not so bad.” He said sadly.

“Sorry to hear that Buddy, you shoulda come and talked to me, I could've arranged something for you. David, that's Mica's dad, in case you didn't know, gave me a bit of a heads up and said that he plans to try and adopt you. I'm gonna give him a letter saying what you just told me today, and I have a lot of say when it comes to the health and well being of my students.”

“Thanks Sir.”

“And Tyson, you won't be going home anyway.” Daddy said. “I've already been to your moms and had a chat with her, collected all your things, and she signed the papers giving me full legal guardianship of you. She was drunk, of course, as you well know, and I told her that you no longer felt safe in her house. She tried telling me that you were a disgrace, how you wet the bed, how she thinks that you're gay, and that if she found out you were for sure, then she would've given you away anyway. I told her that you most certainly are gay, and that needing diapers isn't a disgrace. And yes, I've been able to see that you're gay for a couple years already.”

“Really, so I never haveta go back to her again!”

“Nope, from today forth, I'm now your daddy. Not fully legally, but I'm your legal guardian.”

“Daddy.” He said and hopped up and hugged my daddy tightly, and he was crying again.

Now, Tyson really does not even know my daddy. Sure, he has met him dozens of times, and Daddy has even talked to him a few times, but he truly does not know him. It is actually sort of sad that Tyson could happily do this so easily. I know why though, but it is too bad.

“Baby. And by the feel of your bum, soggy too.” Daddy said, because Tyson is currently in his arms, Daddy is holding and hugging him, and has one arm under said soggy baby bum

“Oh, um.” He looked up and blushed massively.

“It's okay. I know Mica would've told you all about us, so it's okay. Mr. Simpson also knows, so it's no big deal. He and I are friends from way back, and he knows what you're going through far more than you can imagine.”

“Really.” He said, looking to our principal.

“Yep, full on gay baby boy diaper lover. Your new daddy helped me with that when we were your age. My parents thought I was a disgrace too, kicked me out at the ripe old age of eleven, and so I lived with him 'til we moved out. We were never boyfriends, we're best friends, we always had other boyfriends.”

I have always known this as well, I grew up with Mr. Simpson, or Perry as I grew up knowing him as, until I went to school.

“Oh.” Tyson said wide eyed.

“See, told you he likes me, I like him too, but that's because I've known him practically my whole life.” I smiled.

“Well, come on baby boys, let's go find your baby brother and spring him for the weekend as well, and then we'll head home. Before we go though, how are your diapers for here and at home Mica?”

“Six left here, but with two baby boys using them now, they won't last long, and I think half a pack left at home. I put it on the list on the fridge already so that you knew. Surprised you didn't notice.”

“No, I saw that you and Dusty both put diapers on the list, but I never got the chance to check how many you had left, not that it matters much, because I was gonna head to the store anyway, but then you called. I actually had my shoes on, I have the list in my pocket, and I need diapers as well, and I was gonna go grocery shopping too. We'll just all go shopping together, but if Tyson doesn't feel comfortable going into the medical store to pick up diapers yet, then you three can stay in the car.”

“I'm sure he'll be fine.” I said to Daddy, then turned to Tyson. “You haveta come in, you'll get to pick out which baby diapers you get and everything, it's great.” I said happily.

“Um, not so sure I can do that.”

“When you're ready, feel free to come in with us. There's no shame in it at all. For now, you'll just use Mica's anyway, and I imagine that you'll share no matter what, and you know I don't mind buying lotsa different thick thirsty tape on baby diapers for all us baby boys.”

Tyson was wide eyed again and blushing huge, never before had he been talked to or at like this I am sure. In our house we have no shame though, and it is wonderful.

“Well Perry, mind if I spring all three of my beasts from your horrible prison?”

“Hell yeah I mind, they're mine to torture for another three hours.”

“Yeah, and you sure do torture us.” I teased.

“Good, glad you know it.” He laughed. “Nah, go ahead, they're giving me a headache anyway. I'll head down to the kindergarten class and get Dusty for you right now.”

“Thanks.”

We headed up to the office, because Daddy will have to sign the early out forms, as well he asked for a change of guardianship form for Tyson and filled that out as well. Just as he finished that, Dusty came skipping in with Mr.. Simpson.

“Daddy, what are you doing here, and why am I being pulled from class, and why's Tyson here with you, and what are we gonna do, and where are we gonna go?” He asked all in one long fast breath, he talks really fast when he is excited.

“All that'll be explained shortly Baby, come on, you're off for the weekend, oh, and Perry, don't expect them Monday either, I'm gonna keep them an extra day or maybe even two, to make sure Tyson's okay before sending him back.”

“I figured as much. Tyson, when you do feel ready to come back to school, you and Mica come see me, okay. I hope you have a good weekend, it'll be good for you.”

“Thanks.” He whispered again.

We headed out to the car, and as we drove to first the medical store where we buy our diapers, I explained everything to Dusty that I know, and when I told him that Tyson is a diaper lover as well, he smiled brightly and said that was awesome. I did not tell him that Tyson is gay, I think he will probably already know, or at least suspect.

When we arrived, I gently urged Tyson to go ahead and come in with us, and the diaper lover in him must have won, because he blushed and got out of the car. We went right in, headed to the diaper department, and started looking at them all. I pointed out all the ones that I liked, and what all made each one better than another. Daddy told us we could each pick out two boxes, so the really big packs, and so we each picked out our school and going out diapers, the same as I usually use, since they are the best for there. I then picked out the regular ones I use for at home, while Tyson blushed and asked for the super thick ones I had pointed out. I do not usually get them, because even though they are incredibly thick, and make you feel like you are properly diapered, they are not as soft as the ones I usually get, and they are really expensive as well. Daddy just said that is fine, so we went and put them on the counter.

We all got new lotion and diaper rash cream, another case of wipes for all of us to share, some new diaper shirts, since a couple of mine are getting too small, and Tyson needs more for himself now, and then I saw the diaper doublers. They now have a youth sized one, so I grabbed a few packs of them after asking Daddy. Dusty also grabbed a pack for himself, but I think they are going to be too big in his diapers still, but that is okay too.

Dusty could fit in Pampers still, but he actually prefers the diapers we get from here. They hold more and are really comfortable, but, I have to admit, that he does look super cute in his Pampers as well. He always has some in the house for when he is feeling especially babyish, because nothing says baby like a super soggy Pampers baby diaper. I still miss them myself, but I grew out of the largest size before I even turned seven.

A few hundred dollars later, and we all took our boxes and bags and headed to the car. Tyson had done exceptionally well, and once his blush wore off, he was having as good a time as the rest of us always do when we go diaper shopping.

As soon as we were loaded and ready to go, we headed to the grocery store and stocked up on all the food for the next week. Daddy likes to take us shopping with him as often as possible, so that we can learn how to properly shop, and he never allows junk food. Well, not never, but so very rarely. Normally we consider junk food the stuff that we can use to make our own cakes and cookies, things like that. He never allows us to have pre packaged candies and stuff like that. I do not think that I have even had pop more than once or twice since living with him, but, like he says, no matter what kind of pop it is, it is not healthy, no matter what anyone says.

“So, is there anything else that anyone needs before we head home?” Daddy asks as we finish loading the groceries into the car.

“Um, did you grab all of Tyson's clothes and stuff?”

“Everything he had, except the Underjams he had, no one wants a stupid fake diaper.”

“Nope.” All three of us boys said as one, Tyson loudest of all.

I just grinned to him, he is already a full on diaper lover, and that is great.

“Are they all as bad as what you normally wear to school Tyson?”

“No, most are worse, I wore my best clothes to school.”

“Oh, I never looked, I just dumped everything from your dresser into bags. You had nothing of any note in your closet, and nothing anywhere else. Your mom said you didn't have a bike or anything else, so I suppose I'm gonna haveta get you one of those as well soon.”

“Um, except I can't ride.”

“Then we'll teach you, no worries.” I said.

“Oh, okay. I'll try, but it'll be scary.”

“That's okay, that's what makes it worth it, doing something that scares the crap outta you and beating it. It's super easy to ride a bike, once you know how. Dusty just got his training wheels off not too long ago, it only took him a week to really learn, now he does the jumps and everything.”

“Oh, okay.”

“We better stop and get you more clothes, and maybe even a decent bike, or would you rather do that tomorrow?”

“I don't know, what do you wanna do?” Tyson said.

“I asked you first. I want you to learn to have a voice, a say in things. I know that your mother was abusive to you, and likely never gave you a say in anything, but that's not how I do things. I'm gonna raise you to be a free thinking man, not a mindless puppet. Granted, you'll forever be a baby too, and that's perfectly okay.” Daddy chuckled.

Dusty and I nodded, Tyson giggled.

“Um, can we just do it now then, so that once we're home, we don't really haveta leave for anything 'til school?”

“Good choice, that's what I would've done as well.”

So, as soon as we were ready to go, we headed to a large department store that has pretty much everything that we would be needing. It is not super high quality, but considering how fast us boys are growing, Daddy says he does not want to pay crap tonnes of money, just to have us out grow it in six months. Same with our bikes, he buys us reasonably priced ones, not cheap crap, but not fantastic either. He says once we hit about sixteen and stop growing like weeds, then he will start buying us high quality stuff that will last years, because then it is cheaper in the long run. Sure, a lot of my stuff has been kept for Dusty to grow into, but most of it does not fit him yet anyway.

Once at the department store, we went to the clothing section first to pick out that.

“So, am I buying you any underwear?”

“Do you haveta?” Tyson asked.

“Not unless you want it for some reason, though I can't honestly say what god awful reason you'd have for wearing such horribly thin and uncomfortable things.” Daddy said.

“Then no.” Tyson giggled.

“Good choice.”

We picked out four pairs of pants in varying styles, two pairs of shorts (but no swim shorts), four tee shirts, two tank tops, a long sleeve shirt, and two sweaters. He got two packs of socks, one regular and one short. When asked if he wanted any pajamas, he said he had never worn them before, so no thanks, we all agreed, we all prefer sleeping in nothing but our diapers. We grabbed him a belt that would go with all his clothes, and then two pairs of shoes and a pair of hiking boots, as well as a pair of rubber boots, which we use a lot on the ranch.

Finally we headed to the bike area and looked at the bikes.

“You like this one here?” Daddy asked, pointing to a bright pink girls cruiser bike.

I mean, I am gay, fully so, I know I will never look at a girl as more than a friend, but even that bike was way too girly for me.

“Um, no, I don't like pink, first of all, and that's way too girly, even for me.” Tyson said, wide eyed and blushing.

“Just teasing. So, what do you want?”

“Don't know, never even sat on a bike before, not sure what to look for in one. I mean, a few look nice, but what's best?” He said, shrugging.

“Well, for where we live, the mountain bikes or the BMX style are your better bet, no real roads to speak of to ride on. If it helps, Mica and Dusty have this one here, Mica's is dark purple, almost black, while Dusty's is red. They have a few other colours of this bike, so why not pick one of them.” Daddy suggested.

“That's one of the ones I liked the looks of, and that dark green is one of my favorite colours.”

“Then dark green it is.”

Daddy rang for help, and when the helper arrived, Daddy asked him for the bike we wanted and he went and got it. It is a kit bike, we pay less for them, and we get to put it together, which is also great. Daddy says that it is important that we know how to use our heads and our hands together and actually build and fix things. Tyson will get to do most of the work to build his new bike, just like Dusty and I did for ours. Sure, Daddy will help, but the majority of the work will be up to Tyson.

“Okay Boys, anything else while we're here?” Daddy asked.

“Nothing that I can think of.” Dusty and I said at the same time. Tyson just shook his head no.

“Okay, I don't think we need anything more right now either, so let's head out.”

As soon as we were paid up and loaded up, we headed home.