Chapter 3

As soon as Aidan and Toby left them to get Toby well and properly diapered, Patton and Jamie headed to the kitchen to get an extra large batch of tea going, they also made two baby bottles for each of them to enjoy. Aidan does not usually partake in the baby bottles, but he does occasionally, whereas the boys have at least one per day, but usually two.

As soon as Aidan and Toby get upstairs, they go to Aidan's bedroom, and Aidan closed the door, then turned to a largely blushing baby boy, who is so clearly hungry for the man who is about to diaper him, he cannot take his eyes off of Aidan, and especially his mega thick, but still dry baby diaper.

“Okay, stand right here Baby, close your eyes and enjoy.” Aidan whispered to the nervous little boy.

“Okay. Just, please, don't laugh at or make fun of me. I'm used to it, but, still, I get it all the time, and I just don't want that any more.”

“I know what you're going through, and I won't, I promise. You have nothing to be afraid or ashamed of here, okay Baby, now, relax and enjoy.” Aidan whispered softly.

Very slowly and tenderly, Aidan stripped Toby of all his clothes, even his socks, very softly stroking almost every area of the scared little boys body as it was revealed. Toby is very pretty, so soft and silky feeling, and with almost no colour to his skin, just milky looking. Once down to just his diaper, Aidan truly admired him. He really is very cute, especially in nothing but his soggy diaper. However, Aidan feels that Toby will look much better in their much better diapers. It appears that Toby does not get very good ones at all, for the diaper he is wearing is the cheapest of the cheap, plain, bad fitting, and poorly absorbing store brand diapers. Aidan figures that Toby probably changed when he got up, which was probably only a couple hours ago, and the diaper that he is wearing is at best another hour away from needing changed, if he can last even that long.

Aidan picked Toby up and laid him on the bed, but was astounded at just how light the supposedly fifteen year old boy is. Jamie is at most only two kilograms lighter than Toby, but then, Toby is barely six centimeters taller than Jamie too, and probably is not even that much taller.

Leaving Toby to lay how he is, Aidan turns to grab all the diapers and diaper change supplies that they need, and clearly Toby very much wants, because there is one good thing about the cheap ass diapers that Toby is wearing, especially with as wet as he is, it cannot hide his erection in the least, and Aidan admires for just a few moments how much a pulsing bulge that Toby has inside his soggy baby diaper, and how hot he looks laying there like that. Toby clearly knows just how hard he is, and that Aidan can not only see it, but is probably staring at it, but it is what he wants, what he needs. Aidan then prepares the inner diaper by poking hundreds of holes into it and then sets it aside.

“Okay Baby, are you sure you want me to continue?” Aidan whispered again.

“Yes please.”

“You know just how hard you are inside your super soggy baby diaper already, and how much it's pulsing, and how much I can see it, don't you?”

“Yeah.” He whispers hoarsely.

“And you wanted me to see you like that, didn't you, you want me in a way that everyone says is wrong, don't you?” Aidan whispers even more hoarsely himself.

“Oh god yeah. Right from the second you dropped your robe, I went instantly hard, and I wanted you right then and there.”

“Yeah, I saw that. It's mutual, by the way, you're a stunningly pretty little gay baby boy diaper lover, but we can talk more about that later.”

“I'd like that.”

“Good. Now, may I change your super soggy baby diaper, open up your diaper and expose your hot hard gay baby diapered dinky?”

“Oh yes please.”

“And how many fingers should I lotion your baby bum with?”

“I can fit four of mine, so three of yours please.”

“You got it Baby. I bet you also want me to lotion your baby peepee really well too, don't you?”

“Oh god yes.”

“Okay Baby, enjoy.”

And so, Aidan opened up the soggy diaper to expose all that Toby has available to him. He is at best a centimeter longer than Patton, so not nearly as big as he should be for his age, but a decent size for how old he looks. He is about the same thickness though, but then, Patton is a little thicker than his length says he should be, so that is good. Toby's balls have started to descend, and are starting to look a little more full than Patton's, and Toby even has maybe half a dozen short curly little hairs growing in just above his hot teen baby bone.

“Oh my, you're beautiful Baby. No, you're not as big as you're supposed to be for your age, but it looks like you've at least started puberty, and you have nothing to complain about, and I bet you'll catch up quickly now.”

“You mean it?”

“Oh yeah.” Aidan groaned, and Toby knows and understands exactly what that groan means, and hopefully what it means for him.

Aidan pulled out Toby's useless diaper, slipped the first fresh one in in its place, it already has an ultra thick diaper doubler in it, and this is already an ultra thick diaper just by itself. He then grabbed a couple wipes and started to clean Toby up well. That was too much though, and Toby exploded. It also caused Aidan to explode in the front of his only just slightly wet diaper. What shocked Aidan, though, were the three clear shots of baby boy milk that shot out of Toby's erection, shooting nearly straight up for damn near half a meter, then splatting down onto Toby's heaving and sunken in tummy.

When Aidan looked up to Toby, he was not shocked to find that the beautiful little boy had passed right out. The first thing he did, even though he knows deep down that it is the wrong thing to do, yet he needs to do so as well, he scooped up all the still very thin ejaculate and slurped it up. His eyes damn near rolled into the back of his head as he savoured the wondrous flavour of what is very clearly one of Toby's first true ejaculations.

“Fuck me, he tastes heavenly.” Aidan groaned from deep inside himself.

He went back and got all that he could, even the little bit that was streaming down the side of Toby's fine young erection, and savoured it all. He then dug into the front of his diaper, and collected all the cum he could, and slurped it all up dutifully as well, a good cum load must not be wasted after all.

Just as Aidan was pouring the lotion into his hand to warm it up, Toby came too once again.

“Wow, that was the best one yet.”

“Looked like it. I didn't think you'd be able to cum yet, how long have you been able to cum?”

“I did, wow, I knew I was getting close, but that was the first one?”

“Wow, I gotta enjoy your very first wet cum?”

“Oh, you tasted it?” Toby blushed.

“Oh, um, I wasn't supposed to say that out loud. Yeah, I kinda couldn't help myself and scooped it up and savoured it, you tasted heavenly though, and I don't even believe in heaven.”

“Wow. Kinda wish I coulda tasted it though, I've wanted to for as long as I can remember.”

“Maybe your next one then, but you totally passed out.”

“Yeah, was like a bus slamming into me, feeling you touch me like that, and I guess having my first cum, it was just too much.”

“Yeah, it often is.”

Aidan then went in with lotion covered hands and started lotioning Toby up real well, using one hand for baby dinky and balls, while the other got to lotion up Toby's splendid baby bum. Within thirty seconds, Aidan was already two fingers deep inside Toby, and Toby was panting and gasping, moaning how much better Aidan changes diapers than even he can for himself. Half a second after Aidan got his third finger inside Toby, that was all that Toby could take, and exploded once again, only there was nothing to explode out this time, he had already expelled all that he possibly could with his first orgasm, and while Toby did go out of it for just a few moments, this time he did not actually pass out. Toby never asked Aidan to stop, so he did not, and continued really lotioning Toby well until his erection finally just shrank right down to almost nothing after his fourth orgasm.

“Wow, I've never cum four times in a row like that, you definitely know how to change a gay baby boy diaper lovers diaper properly. This has been the best day of my life.” Toby sighed deeply, and he certainly sounds far more at peace, and so very happy too.

“Thanks, glad you enjoyed. Now, how long have you wished you could slip a butt plug inside your glorious little gay baby diaper loving bum after lotioning and creaming yourself good and proper, and then diapering yourself like you deserve.”

“Since I was six, after the first time I read about it?”

“And what would your answer be if I asked if you wanted one now?”

“Oh hell yeah.” He grinned cutely, sexily.

“Okay Baby.” Aidan said, and selected his smallest one, slipped a condom on it to keep it cleaner, lubed it up with more baby lotion, and then slipped it inside Toby, who took it happily and easily, and sighed deeply as it seated.

“Wow, that feels amazing, I love how it vibrates inside me like that.” He moaned lowly.

“Good, now let's get baby diapered like he deserves.”

“Mmmhmm.”

And so, Aidan pulled up the first doubled diaper and taped it up with its tapes. He then grabbed the next diaper with its doubler already inserted, this one the next size up, but just as thirsty, slipped it into place, pulled it up and taped it on with just its tapes as well. Toby was then urged up onto his knees, where Aidan happily taped Toby's very first quadruple baby diaper on very well with clear packing tape, so that it does not mask the babyish designs on the tape landing zone of these awesomely thick and babyish diapers. Aidan cannot help but to admire the sight of the already pretty baby boy, only now in a truly good and proper, but also quadruple thick, baby diaper.

“Now, I know you knew that this was what you were gonna get when you got here, so, if you can still hold your pee at all, I'm certain you have some saved, so, go ahead and peepee your mega thick baby diaper properly.”

“Almost wish I could, but no, I can't hold it at all. Sometimes if I keep myself hard enough for long enough, I pee after I cum, which was a shock the first time I found that out when I was eight. There was another boy about my age in the hospital, and I saw him in just his soggy diaper, and he was so sexy, it just made me so horny, and that night, I kinda jacked off, a lot, and I totally wet my hospital bed, and myself. I started crying, and a nurse came and helped me. She never said a thing, but she hadta know, and I'm kinda betting her and a buncha the others laughed about it. I would now, that's for sure, but I certainly didn't then, I was so scared and embarrassed.”

“That's hot. Did you at least let the other boy see you in your diapers?”

“Yeah, we showed them off to each other a lot. He died though, it was really sad, he was the closest I ever came to having a real friend.”

“Sorry to hear that Baby.”

“It's okay. He told me that he knew he was dying, and that there wasn't anything anyone could do about it, and that he wasn't scared, but that he was happy that he'd met someone who needed diapers as well, and that he'd finally found out what having a friend was like. I got to be there for him, holding his hand when he died, it was really hard, but I was happy for him, he finally gotta be free of all the pain. I kinda envied him that, actually.”

“I'm glad you were there for him, and I too know all about hurting and wishing to just let it all end.”

“The doctors told me that they might not be able to save me either, but they did, even though I didn't wanna let them do any more operations, they never asked me, it was just done, because I was just a kid, they wouldn't have listened to me. Kinda shocked my mom let them, to tell you the truth.”

“Oh. Let's go and sit with the other baby boys, and you can tell us all your whole story, and then we'll tell you our stories as well.”

“Okay.”

As soon as they made it to the living room where the other two baby boys were sitting, sipping their tea, their baby bottles already empty, Jamie pointed to the four baby bottles and the four large mugs of tea for the two of them to share.

“Oh, thanks Babies, that's awesome. I trust you don't mind drinking your juice from a baby bottle with the rest of us, do you?” Aidan asked, then popped the nipple of his first bottle into his mouth to start drinking.

“No.” He groaned deeply, so clearly he has wanted to for a considerable amount of time.

They drank their baby bottles, and then Toby caught the other two up on what he had already told Aidan. Then, as they started sipping their tea, he continued the story.

“So, yeah, not even sure why my mom kept me, or let me have the operations to save my life, because I doubt she's ever loved me. Hell, there were times when I was in the hospital for two and three weeks, and I'd see her when she dropped me off, and then only again when it was time to pick me up. There were times when I knew she'd hadta come to the hospital to sign something or talk to the doctors, yet she never came and saw me. I remember one of the nurses even asking me about that, but I kinda didn't have an explanation, still don't really. What's kinda sad is that I preferred being in the hospital, I got fed better, I got better diapers, and there I had computer access. They always had a notebook computer I could use, and I did a lot of reading and research. I was six, I remember that, but I think I was close to seven, when I started researching why I wanted to kiss boys and do other naughty things with them, and that's when I finally put a name to what I am. After that, I did a lot of research, it was about the only thing I could do, but I also read a lot of stories, hundreds upon hundreds of them.

“So, yeah, any time I was home, I was miserable. School wasn't really that much better, but at least it was better than home. Still not even sure how kids can feel good about themselves with calling me the names that they did, but they still do, happily, every day. I've had exactly one friend, and sadly it wasn't for very long. So, last year, it got to be too much. My last hospital visit was when I was ten, which was also my last operation, so I'd had no real release, hadn't read anything good, I had no friends, I hated my mom, I hated school, and I just wanted to die. So, I tried to kill myself. I ended up back in the hospital, the same people helping me, and they had the shrink talk to me, lots, and the nurse there I liked most asked me why I'd do it, so I told her everything. I now have a full time shrink, and a social worker who comes by once a month to check up on me to make sure my mom's doing her job, which I can't honestly tell if there's been a difference at all. I got to change schools, the shrink gave me a letter to give to the school principal that gets me extra privileges, but, it's still not enough. I'm still so fucking miserable. I still have no idea if my mother just has no feelings toward me at all, or if she hates me, I hate school, I just hate life.” He said, and then burst into tears.

Aidan, Jamie, and Patton all gathered around him and hugged him tightly, and for well over half an hour, he cried like he had not cried since his one and only friend died.

“Oh Toby, I'm so sorry. I want your social workers name please, I wanna call him and have him come here today, we needta talk to figure out what's going on and why they haven't pulled you from your moms care?” Aidan said.

Toby reluctantly gave the information, and Aidan called right away. Even though the social worker did not want to come on a Saturday, Aidan told him that his next call was going to be to the police, where his name would be mentioned in the child abuse case, which changed his tone, and said he would be there shortly.

Aidan and the boys all got dressed, but even their bulkiest clothes still showed off what they are wearing at least a little. Less than five minutes after getting dressed, the social worker was there, and they were all seated.

“So, my son Patton here knows Toby from school, and decided he needed a friend, hence his being here today. Well, he told us his story, and frankly, I'm rather disgusted that he's been left in his mothers care, and I'd liketa know your reasoning for leaving him there, especially knowing as you must that she was a considerable reason for his attempting suicide?” Aidan asked softly.

“I know it sounds bad from your point of view, and it is, but you don't know the whole story either.”

“Then we, but most especially Toby, would liketa be enlightened please.”

“Toby, your mother suffers from a mental disorder that doesn't allow her to feel or show emotions. From your point of view, she doesn't care for you at all, maybe even hates you, but she doesn't, she simply can't. Every time you have an appointment with your therapist, so too does she with a specialist that deals in her issues. She's on medications, and she is getting better, even you haveta admit that she's been different these past few months, but she's never gonna be what you'd call normal.

“I wasn't actually allowed to tell you this, she strictly forbade it, but, considering the current situation, I felt it was prudent to tell you now. That's why I visit at least once a month, to ensure your well being. With that being said though, your mom was already told that she only has another three months to get better or you'd be pulled. You see, it wasn't my decision to leave you there, I was, and am very much against it, but it was felt from your therapist, her specialist, and my bosses that she needed to be given the opportunity. She may not be able to feel or show emotions, but she does understand them, and she understands how you must feel for her, which is why she's trying.

“When you attempted suicide, she damn near did too, and her specialist has already warned that if you leave her, that she may shut down as well. Those are the reasons you've been left there, even though it's not what you want, or even need, and though I am officially against the decision because of your needs, I do understand their reasoning behind the decision to leave you there, to allow her to heal and possibly care for you how you deserve, thus putting less strain on an already overly burdened child protection service. I still see you as a young boy who was hurting so much that you almost died to escape though.

“Just so you know how strongly I feel about this, I was once in your shoes, only I knew my dad hated me, he even asked me how I could be such a screw up and not even manage to kill myself properly. I promise you, that hurt far more than even you can imagine, I was utterly crushed, but I got a new home, a new family, and I finally to to feel what love feels like. I never want for a child to feel that pain. Your case is different though, even I can admit that, it's not your moms fault, but, in the same breath, she's known about this since she was a child, she should've asked for help, and she absolutely should've told you, explained to you everything, so that you didn't feel as if you were unloved. I wasn't supposed to tell you any of this, but, you did have a right to know.” He said.

“Oh. I never expected that. It does explain a lot though.” Toby said after a moments thought.

“I'm sure that it does. Are you satisfied now as well Aidan?”

“I am. Sorry for being overly callous to you, it sounds as if you're at least doing what you can, and even the others, I too understand their decision, and even they probably understand that it could be the wrong one, but that they do have to try too, even though it might not be what's best or right for Toby.”

“Yeah, I think they do know, which was why a time line was implemented. Oh, and Toby, part of your moms treatment is that she's supposed to tell you this, on her own, so I'd very much appreciate it if you didn't mention any of this. It might actually go a long way in helping you both if you can let her come to you when she's ready to.”

“Okay. Now that I know that she doesn't actually hate me, and what the reason is, that'll make living with her way easier.”

“Good. And just so you know, I know your feelings on the diapers she buys you, if you just sat her down and explained what you want and need, she will get you what you want, she just doesn't understand, so you haveta explain it to her. She's not without knowledge, just emotion, so you haveta explain things to her logically.”

“Oh, treat her like a Vulcan then.” Toby giggled.

“Actually, in a way, exactly like that. Like they were portrayed, you cannot explain things to them with emotion, only logic, she'll not only appreciate that, but will respond far better to it.”

“This is great, thanks, you've helped so much. I really wish someone would've told me this years ago.”

“Me too, and it should've been your mom to do so, but I can't change her decisions. Though no, I have no clue why she's decided not to tell you, you'll haveta ask her that when she finally tells you.”

“Thanks, I will.”

“Before I leave, is there anything else you want or need?”

“Yes, when it comes time for Toby to move, should he needta, how hard would it be to have him come here, since we're all the same, so we understand?” Aidan asked.

“Yeah, I noticed.” He grinned, “But then, us diaper wearers usually do notice.” And all four of them looked, and sure enough, he is diapered as well, just not so much as they are.

“Ah, good.” Aidan laughed.

“The cleanest and easiest will be to have Toby's mom appoint you as guardian should she ever not be able to care for him, and now that he's sixteen, it's even easier. We don't really have much say if there's a guardian before sixteen, and even less after, other than if you're clearly unfit, which I don't see as being the case, and since that too falls on me to determine, it'd be my sole decision.”

“Okay. That's good. What are the odds that you keep those forms with you?”

“Very high.” He said, already grabbing his briefcase.

“Great.” Aidan said, and then a moment later, he said thanks when the papers were handed over.

“So, anything else?”

“No, I think I'm satisfied, how about you Toby?”

“No, I'm satisfied as well. Thanks.” He said, and he sounds relieved.

“Excellent, well you guys have a great day.”

As soon as he was gone, the four of them headed back to the living room and sat down again.

“So, your social worker said now that you're sixteen, it's easier, when did you turn sixteen?” Aidan asked curiously, he still has a hard time believing the cute little boy is that old.

“Yesterday was my birthday.” He smiled shyly.

“Oh, well happy belated birthday. I'm willing to bet that you don't make birthday wishes any more, by your age I certainly didn't believe in wishes coming true, but I hope that this is as close to what you'd have wished for as possible.”

“And then some.”

“Good.”

“So, would you liketa spend the night then?” Patton asked.

“Yeah, I think I'd really liketa.” He smiled shyly.

“Then call your mom so that she knows where you're at.” Aidan said, and he did, and she said yes, but did ask to speak to Aidan, who happily did so, and she was good.

They continued to talk while sitting in the living room, now the other three telling Toby all about themselves and how they came to be who and what they are, and how they came to be together.

“You know, before this morning, I would've given almost anything to come and live with you guys, and now, even though I still wanna, just because how much better could it be to live with others who know exactly what I'm going through, I think I feel that I at least owe it to my mom to talk to her, to make her tell me everything, try and let her explain.” Toby said.

“Yeah, I'm willing to bet that you would've given anything to live somewhere that you felt at least appreciation of existence, and that you certainly would've gotten here for sure.”

“You got that right.”

“Just don't push her remember, if she hasn't been ready to tell you on her own yet, it might be for good reason. Just because she doesn't feel emotions, doesn't mean that they can't effect her the same as anyone else. I've never met anyone like that before, but I've heard about it, and I think that I read somewhere that their suicide rate is shockingly high considering they feel no emotions, so you don't wanna force her into telling anything before she's ready.”

“Yeah, but, you know what, and I'll explain it to her logically as well, I deserve to be somewhere that I feel good, and I don't feel that at home, so I deserve to know the reasons why, and I'll point blank make her sign the forms, explaining to her that if it gets too hard like it did last year, then I deserve to find a new home where I feel good.”

“Yes, you do deserve to, and she does needta tell you too, and honestly, I feel that she should've told you when you were young, even as young as five, she should've explained as much to you as she could, and she also should've had social services helping her, so that you could've gotten what you needed, not to mention, I think she should've been in therapy years ago.” Aidan said simply.

“And when and if she actually tells me, that's pretty much what I plan to tell her as well.”

“The problem though, though you may not understand it, is that most people with any sort of mental disorder, they don't often realize that they have a problem, and to them it really isn't. It sounds like she's known about it for most of her life, but that doesn't necessarily mean that she sees it as a problem. As an emotional person, I can understand how people like them must think we act, yet I try not to let my emotions control me, because of how they controlled me when I was younger, and you have that very same reason. Your emotions made you crash and try and kill yourself, so you needta try switching to more logical thinking. The way I learned to deal with all that, was that so what, they don't love or want me, so, logic dictates, go find someone who does. They all hate me in school, so what, logic dictates that I don't haveta listen to them, I don't haveta let them control me. But, that's hard for kids to do at the best of times, I know. It's odd though, like I said, people with your moms condition have a shockingly high number of suicides, yet they don't feel emotions, which is usually the reason for suicide in the first place, because we feel unloved, unwanted, hated, which are all emotions, they don't feel that, so why would they then do so. I think that no matter what, they still have emotions, and they still drive them, but they just can't understand them or something else.”

“I think I agree with you, she's always seemed so cold and distant, but she's always got me what I needed without complaint. I never told her that the diapers that she always gets me are kinda horrible, that I want and need much better and thicker diapers, so maybe that's my fault. I just thought that she hated me, and that if I asked for something that she'd say no. I guess I was letting my emotions control me too much, so I should've used logic, because logic dictates if you need something, ask for it, or go get it yourself.”

“Very good point. So, how are you gonna deal with school now?”

“Now that I have a friend there, that's gonna make it so much better, and I think you're right too, just because they wanna hate me, doesn't mean I haveta let them, they can do what they want, but it doesn't needta affect me any more.” He smiled warmly.

“Good Baby.”

By then it was already lunch time, so, they went and made it, as well as two more bottles and two more mugs of tea, each. They enjoyed their lunch, then went and played for pretty much the rest of the day, though they did still talk a lot. By the time bedtime was rolling around, all four of them were getting very close to leaking, probably because they had had more apple juice and tea at dinner time too, and because of that, they are all very happy, Toby most especially, he had truly enjoyed his first time getting to quadruple diaper, it was even better than he had dreamed of. Aidan changed all three baby boys on his bed, giving them quadruple thick once again, taping them up extra well, and putting them all into cute little footed baby sleepers, fortunately Toby fit into Patton's just fine. Then all three boys helped Aidan to get diapered and jammied for the night. The three little baby boys were encouraged to go to bed together in the boys' already much too large bed for three small boys, let alone the two it normally had, and they liked it. Before sleeping, though, they talked.

“So, you like our daddy, don't you?” Jamie whispered.

“Yeah, he's super nice, and so cute in just his mega thick baby diaper.” Toby sighed, and though the lights are off, Patton and Jamie can damn near hear him blushing, and they are both smiling from this, because they know what Toby wants from how he sounds.

“If you want him as a boyfriend, you'll haveta go to him and tell him what you want, he won't tell you, even though we both know it's what he wants, and even needs as well.” Patton said this time.

“I'd really like that, but, well, are you sure he'd even want me? I'm so young, I'm so damaged, and I might never truly look anywhere near my age, and my doctor said I might stay pretty small for the rest of my life.”

“Sure. We're all at least a little damaged, he a bit more than we are, but less so than you are I think. I don't think he ever got to the point of trying to kill himself, but he admitted that he certainly wanted to die, a lot, so I know he understands that. I also don't think that not aging too much more will affect that too much either, but, until you talk to him, you'll never know.” Patton pointed out.

“And besides, you didn't see how he looked at you, how his eyes followed you wherever you were, did you, because I did, and oh yeah, he wants you bad.” Jamie giggled.

“And then some.” Patton giggled as well. “But, we also saw how your eyes followed him too, you both want and need the same things, and don't deny it.”

“I can't deny it, he's everything I've been dreaming of since I was like six or seven.”

“Could you take him though?” Patton asked.

“Oh yeah, and then some.” Toby groaned.

“Ooh, do tell?” Jamie giggled again.

“I kinda liketa fist fuck myself, a lot. I've also used all sortsa other things inside myself to fuck me like I need, but, I just need a proper dick inside me, they're good, but I really want a man.”

“Nice.” Both Patton and Jamie groaned as one.

“Mmmhmmm.”

They talked for a little while longer, but before too long, they were all sound asleep, and they all had a great sleep.

Toby had his absolute best sleep ever. Not only is he well and properly diapered how he deserves, but also how he has wanted for a very long time, but he is also in an insanely comfortable bed, with two other gloriously well baby diapered friends cuddled up to him, because he is in the centre. When he woke up, he found that the other two are already awake as well, because they are still cuddled up to him, and both are so softly and tenderly tickling his back and chest. Never before had he felt something like this before, and he sighed from so deep inside himself, that he had no idea what it meant. For easily ten minutes after waking up, he luxuriated in this, but it was the growling of three baby boy tummies nearly at the same time that told them all that they really do need to get up and get breakfast.

“That was real nice, thanks guys.” Toby whispered to his friends before they crawled out, but at least they were all sitting up now.

“You're very welcome. I think that was the one thing that I needed most too, and what made me feel so good when I first came here, just getting to sleep real well and good, and be cuddled the entire time.” Patton said softly.

“Same.” Jamie said.

“Good.”

“Well, let's go get breakfast.” Patton said.

They all hopped out of bed, their super soggy, but even far more yet thirsty baby diapers showing sexily through their nice tight footed baby sleepers. When they made it to the kitchen, they found Aidan already there, ready and waiting for them. He is already sipping his tea, his two baby bottles already empty. There are six more baby bottles and six more large mugs of tea, ready and waiting for the baby boys, who happily took the bottles and started sucking them.

“Good morning Babies, have a good sleep I trust? It's well over an hour later than you usually get up.”

“Good morning Daddy, we had a really good sleep. Patton and I woke up first, and we tickled Toby's baby back and baby chest for quite a while before he woke up, and we did that for him for a while after he woke up too, we thought he needed it, and we were right, he says he slept better and feels better than he ever has before.” Jamie said happily, then went and got his good morning hugs and kisses, of course Aidan also checked his soggy baby bum.

“That's nice Baby, and it feels like Baby peepeed his mega thick baby diaper real well last night too.”

“Mmmhmm, I sure did.”

Patton was next to get his hugs, kisses, and cuddles, not to mention soggy baby bum check, and Aidan proclaimed him properly peepeed as well. Last was Toby, who Aidan had to pull to him, but as soon as Aidan wrapped him up in a nice tight hug, Toby very nearly melted into the warm embrace. Toby ended up crying softly from this simple act, Aidan knew it was happening, and let it, so just held Toby tenderly, rubbing his back and super soggy baby bum until he was ready to let go himself. Finally he did.

“Thanks.” Toby whispered softly, wiping the last few tears from his eyes.

“You're very welcome. I thought you might need that, the look on your face as I hugged and kissed my baby boys good morning said more than I'm sure you realized, so I gave you what you desperately needed deep inside and mentally.”

“Thanks, it felt nice.”

“That's good. So, what would you baby boys like for breakfast?”

“Can we have French Toast and Bacon please Daddy?” Jamie asked, that being one of his favorites.

“Sure, why not. Light cinnamon, medium cinnamon, heavy cinnamon, or extra heavy cinnamon?” He asked, though he already knows the boys' answers to that.

“Extra heavy.” Both Jamie and Patton said, they like it the same way as Aidan does himself, so much cinnamon grilled onto it that it is nearly fully coated.

“Yeah, same. How about you Toby, do you like French Toast with cinnamon?”

“Never had it, and don't honestly know if I've ever had cinnamon before either.”

“Oh. Okay then. We'll just make it the same as we all like it then and hopefully you like it like that.”

“Okay. I'm not really picky anyway, I'll eat just about anything. After getting used to the food at the hospital like I did, almost anything else is better. Granted, I don't think my mom can cook all that well either, because the food here yesterday was way better than I've ever had before.”

“That's good.”

The boys were not too much help, since it is a fairly simple breakfast, but Aidan did have them help anyway, and before too long, they were sitting down to eat, and Toby really enjoyed it as well.

“Wow, best breakfast ever, thanks.” He gushed.

“You're welcome.” Aidan laughed.

“So, what should we do today Daddy?”

“I don't know, when were you supposed to be home today Toby?”

“She never said, so I imagine by dinner time would be fine.” He shrugged.

“Well, since it's shaping up to be a pretty miserable day outside, what say we head to the games house in an hour or two, once all four of our mega thick baby diapers are pretty near springing leaks.”

“Okay.” They all said.

And so, to help in that endeavor, they all had another drink, and then went and watched cartoons for a bit until they were well wet and ready to go. Almost two hours later and they were all nearing maximum capacity, so are now finally ready to change and go out. Once more, Aidan changed all three baby boys on his bed, and then they changed him. They are now in single thickness baby diapers, only these are their thicker at home and night time diapers, which they rarely wear while out, because they certainly are not easily hidden, but they do have clothes to help hide them as best as possible, and this way they can all play and have fun for several hours without worry.

“Man, you guys really do have the very best baby diapers.”

“Oh yeah, only the best ultra thick and comfortable baby diapers for all us gay baby boy diaper lovers. We want, need, and deserve our extra good baby diapers, and so, that's what we get. I suggest you just get money from your mom and come and buy your diapers from the store I work at, it'll be way better for you, and I'll happily give you some before you go home tonight as well.” Aidan said.

“That'd be awesome, thanks so much.”

“You're welcome Baby. Now, let's head out.”

Toby had never been to the games house before, so he had no idea what to expect, but it nearly blew his mind; all the sights and sounds, there is so much to do, and when Aidan took them all down to the first indoor mini golf course, Toby was both shocked and impressed. Of course Toby could not play at all, so had to be taught, but he had fun and learned well, and actually ended up doing not too bad, and only ended up just a couple points behind Jamie, still in last place of course, but not too bad considering this was his first time.

They then headed up and played games for almost two hours, then went and played another round of golf on the other indoor course, which also impressed Toby, and this time, he and Jamie were tied, still in last place, but again not too bad, and even Jamie had his best game yet. They then went and played some more, and before too long, they had been there for nearly six hours, spent huge amounts of money in doing so, but had all had a great deal of fun.

By now they are all getting incredibly full, and so, Aidan takes them all to the bathroom to get them all changed, and before too long, they are all good and fresh again. From there, they headed to the local Chinese Buffet restaurant, since only Toby had not been able to vote on it, and the other three voted all for it. They had a really good lunch, Toby enjoying it every bit as much as the others all did, and almost always do when they go there for lunch.

“So, what now Baby Boys, what would you liketa do before we head home and Toby hasta go home?” Aidan asked as soon as they were in the car and ready to head out.

“Can we go to the mall Daddy, I'd liketa look in a few of the stores there please?” Jamie asked.

“Okay, anyone else have any better ideas?”

“No.” The other two said.

“Me neither, so let's go.”

They headed to the mall and looked in every store that interested at least one of them, and while they did not buy lots, they did get a few things. Finally though it really was time to get home, so that Toby could get home himself. When they made it, Toby packed up what little he needed to, including the diapers and extra supplies that Aidan packed into a bag for him.

“Thanks so much guys, this was definitely the best weekend of my life.”

“You're very welcome.” They all said together, more less exactly, and pretty near the exact same time.

As soon as he was gone, Jamie turned to his Daddy, and grinned, then asked, “And how much do you wanna plunge your big diapered dinky into his very willing baby diapered bum?”

“More than I should admit, that's for sure, but only when and if he wants it.” Aidan chuckled.

“Oh, he does.” Both Jamie and Patton said at the same time, this time exactly and at exactly the same time.

“Don't push him though, let him take the time he needs.” Aidan said, though he does know it as well.

“I know.” They both said.

As soon as Toby made it home, he called out, “Mom, I'm home.”

“I'm in the kitchen.” She said emotionlessly, only now he at least understands why that is. He went to join her.

“Thanks for letting me spend the night at my new friends' house, it was real nice, and I finally feel good, because I have friends.”

“You're welcome.”

“Mom, could we sit down and talk please, I learned a few things this weekend, and I needta ask you some questions?”

“I suppose so, I was just about to start making dinner.”

“We can talk first, and then I'll help you to make dinner.”

“Okay.” So, they went to the living room and sat down.

“Mom, do you love me, do you at least like me, I finally felt happiness from my friends, and from seeing how they are with their dad, and I've never felt that from you?”

“I'm sorry, I can't explain it to you, you wouldn't understand.”

“Try me, I'm sixteen, I'm not just some stupid little kid who doesn't understand things. How I felt that you felt for me drove me to try and kill myself, don't tell me that that didn't make you feel at least a little bad, or do you truly hate me, and are you upset that I failed?” He asked, trying to gently goad her into telling him.

“It's not that I don't think you'd understand, it's more that I'm not sure I can explain it. The simple fact is, I don't hate you, I don't hate anyone, or anything, but, unfortunately, I don't love you either, but, in all fairness, I don't love anyone or anything either.” She said simply.

“Then I should find someone who can at least tolerate me.”

“I do tolerate you, I try to give you everything you need.”

“There's one thing I need, only one thing from you, and you've never once given it to me, and that's love.”

“I know, and I wish I could say that I'm sorry, but I don't feel sorrow either.”

“Oh my god, you don't feel emotions, do you?”

“No. I don't feel them, I don't understand them, I just feel nothing.”

“Oh. Why didn't you tell me, if you'd have told me years ago, it may've helped me to not feel so unloved.”

“Wasn't sure how to explain it to you. I may not understand what it feels like to feel things, but I do understand how emotions drive others around me, and I wasn't sure I could explain it to you in a way that wouldn't cause you to become emotional and hate me.”

“Yeah, okay, but that doesn't make any sense. So, let's say you can't feel emotions, that means to me you must think much more logically, right?”

“Yes, I suppose so.”

“And you at least understand that others around you do have emotions and feel things, even if you yourself doesn't understand them?”

“Yes.”

“Then wouldn't it be logical then to at least try and explain logically why you act the way you do, so that those around you don't think you hate them?”

“I suppose so, but, I've tried that, and people just treat me like a freak, they let their emotions get the better of them, and they don't understand, and then take that failure to understand and lash out at me, and call me all sorts of horrible things. Not that it bothers me any, but not even I can take it ceaselessly, I may not feel anything from it, but it still affects me. When you tried to kill yourself, I knew I was the reason for it, and even though I felt nothing, even then, the one time I should've been able to feel at least a little something, I couldn't. I thought that I really must be a monster, how could anyone not feel anything for their child who just tried to kill himself because of the way I treated you. I almost killed myself too, and had you actually died, there's no way I could've survived. I've been in therapy ever since as well.”

“Okay, I guess I can understand your reasoning for it, and now I at least understand. I don't agree with your not telling me though, you should've started telling me when I was just little, so that I could at least somewhat understand. I still have emotions, sure, but had you've started teaching me young, teaching me to be more logical, I would've eventually figured it all out. Last year I tried to actually kill myself, but do you have any idea how many times I wished I'd just die, how many operations I hoped I wouldn't wake up from. Just explaining even just a little to me, trying to tell me that it's not that you don't love me, could've prevented so much hurt inside me. You can't feel emotions, but I can.”

“I know. I could see it, and I almost told you hundreds of times. I just wasn't sure how to explain it.”

“But you still should've. What's done is done, though, we can't change the past, but I do want for you to try harder from now on, okay.”

“I'll try.”

“Thanks. How long has this been going on, is this something I can inherit, should I be seeing a doctor?”

“No, you won't have it, I've been like this since I was just a little kid, and I did have them test you, just to be sure. They don't know what caused it in me, I'm an orphan, no clue who my parents are or where they're at, so I have no way of knowing anything before the age of four when I was put into care. I was simply dropped on the doorstep of the police station, and that's it, and it was too long ago for me to remember anything.”

“Okay, good to know. Knowing all this about yourself, clearly the fact that I've never had a father around, tells me that you purposely had me, and that whomever my father is, probably has no idea who I am either, does he?”

“No, I don't even know his name.”

“Makes sense, you'd never have a partner, because you couldn't feel anything for him or her. My guess is you've had sex exactly once?”

“Yes.”

“Thought so. I'd liketa know why you wanted to have a child then?”

“Because, well, I thought that even I could feel something for my own child, that not even I could be that heartless. Turns out I was wrong.”

“You understand now, I hope, that you should've never had a child at all.”

“Yes, sadly I knew that within your first month. I knew I did something horribly wrong, but I vowed to keep you and raise you as best I could.”

“Unfortunately I don't agree with you, you really should've at least adopted me out, or contacted social services to help you to help nurture me. At least you did give me everything I need, I suppose, except the one thing a child needs most of all.”

“I know, and I do understand why you'd think that, and even feel it. Your social worker actually told me the same things.”

“He knows, why didn't he tell me then?”

“I forbade him to.”

“And why exactly would you do that?”

“Please don't be angry.”

“Actually, I'm not, I'm trying to be very logical with you, so that we can talk, but I do feel that I deserve the truth, once and for all. With you being logical instead of emotional, I would've thought that you'd appreciate the truth, yet instead you've pretty much lied to me my whole life. No, not in the words you said, more in what you didn't say, and to me, at least, that amounts to the same thing. You should've let him tell me at least, if you couldn't, so that I could understand. I know I'm still just a stupid kid, and I'm emotional to a fault, but I did deserve to know the truth.”

“Stupid you most certainly are not, in fact you're quite bright, and I have told you that many times. Every time you got a good report card, I told you that you did very well, and that you are very smart.”

“Yes, I suppose you did, but without any emotion, it always felt mocking to me, so I constantly thought that you felt I should be doing even better yet, though I tried my hardest.”

“Oh. I never knew. I suppose that explains why you'd always get teary eyed when I did so, it never dawned on me that my lack of emotion could make it seem like I was mocking you.”

“And again, had I've known when I was younger, it would've saved so much hurt.”

“I understand that now.”

“So, again, why'd you forbid my social worker from telling me?”

“I wanted to be the one to tell you, I promised my therapist that I would, I even promised your social worker that I would, but, I just couldn't figure out how to do so that wouldn't cause you to become emotional and end up hating me. Like I said, when you almost died, it almost killed me too, and I'm not sure what it'd do to me if you hated me and never wanted to see me again. Like you, most days I don't understand why I bother to live. Everyone else around me feels happiness and even sorrow, they find pleasure in the most simple things, I can't, so why bother. The truth is, I hoped that by having you, that I could finally feel something, anything, maybe have a reason to actually live. You were my last shot, my last ditch effort, and it didn't work, and for what it's worth, I am sorry that I put you through all that, even if I can't actually feel sorrow.”

“Thanks for explaining it all to me, I do understand, and I don't hate you. In fact, that just makes me wanna try and help you. The first thing that I think you need is a hug. You've never hugged anyone before, have you?”

“No.”

“Then come here.”

They both stood, and Toby wrapped his mom up in a hug. For the longest time, he held her, and while she had wrapped her arms around him and held him, truly hugging him she was not. Then it changed, and she held him just a little tighter, and started actually hugging him. Finally he let go.

“So, how was it?”

“I don't really know. I still don't feel anything, yet it seemed different to me, like you were giving me something I actually needed.”

“Your mind may not understand emotions, but your body still needs closeness from someone.”

“I guess that kinda makes sense.”

“Can you tell me what all's wrong with me, the doctors never told me anything, and you sure never did, they just did all those operations on me and never even asked me anything.”

“You were born too soon, by all rights, you actually died five times before you were to full term. You were in the hospital for almost your entire first year. One of your lungs kept collapsing, and so they hadta keep going in and fixing it, they're still not entirely sure why that is. That's the reason why you're not allowed to exert yourself too much, they're afraid that if put under too much stress, it could still do so. It's been so long, now, though, that I don't think that it'll cause you too much trouble from now on, as long as you keep fairly healthy and don't exert yourself too much.”

“Oh. Okay. And nothing else was wrong?”

“Well, of course your bladder problem, I suppose I shoulda mentioned that, but there was nothing they could do to fix that, you were three when I realized you pretty much just constantly dripped. If I could feel humour, it might've been funny to see you walking around naked and pee just dripping out all the time. I knew that wasn't exactly normal, even during potty training, so I asked the doctor about that, and he said it sure isn't either, so they started doing all sortsa tests to figure it out. Same, they're not sure why it doesn't work, nor how to fix it, but the one time that they did try when you were almost five, they damn near killed you. For some reason, the stress of that caused your lung to collapse again, so they hadta go in and fix that. Then when you were almost ten, you hadta have your tonsils out, and for some reason, again, the stress of that even minor operation caused your lung to collapse again, so they hadta go in once again to fix it. After that, they said that unless it was absolutely life or death, they weren't gonna do any more operations.”

“Wow, never even heard of such a thing?”

“Yeah, neither had they, and your doctor and surgeon did lot of research to try and figure out what the hell was going on with you, and they still don't really know anything, so, unless you really wanna risk it, no operations at all, and no running.”

“Agreed. So, that actually brings up another thing, why do you always buy me such cheap diapers?”

“You never complained, so I thought that they were working just fine. Are they not good, they're just what I've always gotten you?”

“Oh. Okay, I guess in a way, that one's on me then, but I just thought you hated me, so I never said anything, because if you hated me, why would you buy me anything better.”

“I suppose that I should've at least asked you, but I never thought anything of it, because with not being able to feel emotions, I also can't always see them in others, so I'm never sure if you're happy, or sad, or upset, I mean, sometimes I can tell, but not most of the time.”

“So, we have a lot of learning to do with each other then.”

“Yeah, seems that way.”

“Why didn't you go into therapy years ago to try and learn how to deal with your illness.”

“I'm not sick.” She said.

“Really, you don't feel that you have a mental illness, when everyone around you can feel emotions, but you can't, you truly don't believe that there's something wrong. I think you're smarter than that, no, I think you know, you just refused to let it be an illness.”

“I suppose I can see your point of view there, but no, I never really thought of it as being sick, because to me, being sick is something that can be fixed, but this can't be, this is just the way I am.”

“Okay, that makes some sense, but you still should've gotten help years ago.”

“Except, until I got the therapist that I have now, I had no idea that there'd be doctors out there that could help me with my issues.”

“Really. You were in foster care all those years, and they never tried to put you in therapy or anything?”

“No. Other than I don't feel emotions, they said I was really quite well balanced and all that.”

“Well, yeah, because you couldn't feel emotions, so you wouldn't have the emotional mood swings that all kids are supposed to have, so you were probably a great child to raise, but that's not normal, and they should've known that and got you help to at least understand emotions better.”

“I understand them just fine. I know exactly what they are.”

“You know what they are, but no, you most certainly do not understand them, how I was raised, how you've always treated me says more than enough that I know it's true.”

“Oh. You hate me, don't you?”

“No, actually I don't, and I never truly did. I thought you hated me, and that hurt me, a lot, I always tried to be better, so that maybe you'd love me, but it just never worked, no matter how much better I was, how good I tried to be, it never felt like enough. I thought that I was just a waste, hence my trying to kill myself when it became too much to cope with any longer. I feel that you should've told me when I was just little, but you absolutely shoulda told me when I was in the hospital after that. I needed you to be there for me, but you weren't. You never even asked me why I did it, if I wanted help, nothing.”

“That's at least reassuring to me, and I think I can understand why you felt that way, but I didn't feel I needed to ask you or talk it over with you, because I already knew why it was you did what you did, I knew I was the cause of it. I could hardly face you, I knew I should feel bad, but I didn't feel anything, and I guess, in my own way, I was ashamed. Like I said, I almost died then too.”

“Yeah, I know, and again, you shoulda been in therapy years ago, but we can't change it now. Where do we go from here though?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I need, even crave love, I needta be touched and talked to as if I'm appreciated, I needta be hugged and kissed, I need all the things that you simply can't give to me.”

“I understand. You wanna move out, don't you?”

“Before tonight, more than anything in the world. Now, though, I don't feel like I can do that, not knowing what it might do to you.”

“Thanks for the honesty, I appreciate that.”

“You can't understand emotions, so you need honesty.”

“Thanks. Just knowing you don't hate me will help, I knew that you'd be moving out soon anyway, now that you're sixteen, you're not truly obligated to stay here, you can start going out on your own, so I kinda knew that you'd find someone who could give you what you needed, and that you'd move out. That's what this weekend was all about, wasn't it?”

“In a way, yes, in a way no. I never went to my friends house with that intention, but, at the same time, it is what I hoped for too. With that being said, I do haveta tell you something too. I'm gay and I'm falling in love with my friends dad, and I think he wants me like that too.”

“Yeah, I think I've always known deep down that you're gay.”

“That doesn't bother you does it?”

“No, of course not. I don't feel emotions, remember, and hatred towards gays is an emotion, plain and simple. There's absolutely no factually based reason why gay people should be hated by anyone at all. You are no better nor worse than any other person on the planet, and anyone who says differently is doing so only with emotions.”

“Except religious people.”

“Yes, well, to me that's still emotion, and plenty of hypocrisy.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“So, what do you wanna do then?”

“I don't even know any more, to tell you the truth.”

“I guess that's my fault for not telling you years ago again, because now you wouldn't feel like this otherwise.”

“Yes, that's true, but don't worry, we won't keep going over things that both of us could've, and really should've done differently, there's no point in it, so we can just move forward from here. Knowing you don't hate me helps a lot, but I do still need love, so I'm gonna haveta go elsewhere for that, it's the how that I'm having trouble with, because now that I know, I can't abandon you. I think that in a way, you're wrong about me not helping you, because maybe I'm the only one who can.”

“I wish that I could believe that that's true.”

“I know. Now, since I've already told you one secret, I think I should tell you my other one. I'm actually a teen baby diaper lover, I'll never give up my diapers, even if they could fix my bladder, I wouldn't let them, not now, and I love to be a bit babyish as well. Not full on baby, but a bit.”

“Thanks for telling me, but why, really, I never hadta know that?”

“Well, because you're smart enough that you were gonna start to see it anyway, because, from now on, I wanna have the freedom to just walk around in just my diapers, I never have before, because you always said we should always be presentable, but that's how I feel most comfortable, but, I also wanna get proper and very good baby diapers, my friends already gave me some, but I wanna order lots more, as well a couple really nice baby accessories and clothes.”

“Oh, okay, fair enough. By the way, just so you know, your bladder issue was passed down from me, they tried, and even somewhat succeeded in repairing my bladder when I was young, but not fully, and has since failed again. I had it repaired three times in total, and now I actually have a fake bladder, but my body's been rejecting it since I got it, just about ten years ago now, and only the medications I take keeps me from fully rejecting it.”

“Really. Why'd you never tell me that?”

“Don't really know, actually, if I felt emotions, you might say that I was ashamed, but clearly that's not the reason. It just never came up, and I never thought to tell you.”

“Oh. You should have them take it out and just wear diapers as well.”

“Honestly, I've thought that a thousand times.”

“Then do it. Also, have you thought to consult a brain surgeon to at least look into your brain to see if there's something that could be fixed?”

“I will, thanks, but no, I haven't.”

“You should, so that you at least know. Maybe there isn't something that can be done, but what if there is, and if it's reasonably minor and easy, then why not give it a shot, right?”

“Would you like me to?”

“I think you should, but not for me, more for you?”

“Yeah, but I've been like this for so long now, I doubt that I could deal with all that.”

“You do have a point there. At least look into it and think about it, talk to your therapist about it, and even me, I promise, I don't bite.”

“Well, actually, you did, you actually bit me rather hard, a few times when you were young.”

“Yeah, but that's when I was a baby.” Toby laughed.

“True.”

For the rest of the night, after they went and made and ate dinner together, they sat and talked, and both got a lot off their chests. They even went to the websites together and ordered Toby everything that he needs and desperately wants, and he was happy. It was easy for him to not be embarrassed over all that he asked for, because his mom never acted at all embarrassed either, and just simply said okay every time he asked for something, no matter what it was.