Date: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 03:08:39 +0000
From: Deeker Yobrepaid <yobrepaid@hotmail.com>
Subject: What Might Have Been: Parts 1-10

WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN
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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
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    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
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    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
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    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!
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