My Little Diapered Johnny

****Warning, this tale contains scenes that may not be suitable for all audiences. This is a gay diaper love story, it contains sex, sexuality, diaper use, and piss play between a man and a legal teen boy, and young boys with young boys, some of it incest. It is a love story, not a heavy friction story, and while some sex scenes are written out, there is not that terribly much. As always, the choice to read this story is left solely up to you, whether it is illegal or immoral for you to do so lies only with you, and I do not insist upon or condone you reading this at all. However, should you read this, I would love to hear your thoughts on this story, feel free to email me at erich5748 at ymail.com. I also welcome you to read all my other well over 100 gay diaper love stories that I've created, just ask for a link and I'll happily share it with you. Please do remember to donate to this site to keep it running, and if you feel that I've earned it, make it in my name, that's the only payment I want or need, is to have this site kept going for all of us to enjoy. Now, onto the story, sadly none of it is actually true, though some is based upon reality, what parts I'll leave up to you to determine.****

Fore Word:

My brother and his wife have taken on 5 of the 6 kids that her brother had had. They'd originally taken all 6, but, sadly one of them was too screwed up from what his parents did, and they had to send him to a group home where he can be monitored 24/7 for severe mental instability, and the poor kid's only 8. The rest of the kids range in age from 5.5 to 14, and all of them were born to drug addicted parents, and no one's actually certain if the rest of the kids are as affected by their mother having clearly done drugs during pregnancy. The rest of the kids, especially the 4 youngest, are so sweet and loving, though they'd never even known love a day of their lives 'til they came to live with my brother, his wife, and their daughter. Now, because of that, they crave love and attention, and are right clingy little kids. The eldest 2 had to take care of the 4 younger ones, and as such, clearly they weren't truly even raised, and when my brother got them, the 4 youngest were still in diapers full time, full use, they'd never been to school, the 2 youngest couldn't even talk yet. They've had the kids for just over a year, they're now all day time potty trained, talking, in school, getting therapy and help, but, the three youngest all still wet the bed at night, and my sister in law said that they all wet every night, heavily, and that the doctor did warn them that it could be life long, that they're quite damaged. The youngest, the 5.5 year old, he has issues during the day as well, and often has little wet spots, and that too they were told might never stop, he has a shockingly small bladder, and he's not developing correctly. I got the chance to finally meet the kids, they live almost 6 hours away from me, and I dislike driving, so, going to visit isn't a routine thing, and the little guy sure is cute, and I thought he was just barely 4 when I first met him. So, this story stems from that one meeting, and quite possibly the only one, because the ministry of children are still trying to clean up the parents and get the kids back with them, though my brother already told the social worker that that's not gonna happen, that he'll raise the kids like they clearly can't, but, if they think they know better, they'll take the kids, no matter what, which would be a shame. I do truly hope I get to meet him again. Now, I have made the kids out to be somewhat worse than they truly are, in this story, what all I will not say, none of the abuse, at least as far as I know, did truly happen to these kids, but, stories like this do happen, because I've met the foster parents who've cared for the kids that have lived through this sort of thing, so this is a mix of different kids and situations that I've been told about, and/or met. All names have been changed to protect the innocent.

Now, onto the story that he inspired, though I've changed lots, and I only got to see him for one and a half days.

My name is Tanner, I'm well into my twenties now, just turned twenty eight in fact, and I live in Vancouver BC. I have a really good job, I had a really good life, I had a really good Boyfriend, but, I just very recently lost him. I decided I needed to take some time off and go away. I haven't seen my big Brother in a few years, he lives a little better than six hours away, and neither of us like to travel all that much, but, since he and his Wife had taken on the children of her drug addicted loser of a brother, it's been even more difficult for them to get away. There'd originally been six of them, but, sadly one of them had to be remanded to a care home that could hopefully help him, but, sadly, all that've talked to him feel that he's gonna haveta stay in places like that for life, otherwise he's going to end up killing someone. Then they have one of their own still at home, since their eldest daughter has already moved out, so, they currently have six kids living with them. I myself never fathomed even having one, let alone the seven that they'd actually had for a few months, or the six that they have now. I decided to go and visit them, check out why the hell he lives in such a small town in the middle of nearly nowhere. I mean, he'd always been about nature, and all that, claimed that he wanted to escape the city, whereas I always wanted to be an architect and build beautiful buildings, so, the city was where I wanted to be.

Clearly they have no room for me to stay in their house, and when I called and told him I was gonna head up and visit and stay in a hotel for a week or two, and sorta relax, he said nonsense, I have a perfectly good motor home here that you're welcome to use instead, and you can stay here as long as you'd like. I told him that I don't wanna impose or anything, and I can certainly afford a hotel and all that, but he said I'd still have my own space, and because his property pretty much has a full on campground, and the motor home is parked by the creek, but he's still run water and power to it, I could actually really get away. I said, fine, I'll take it, but, I really hate camping, though, in truth, I've never actually been camping before, so, like I'd actually know. He laughed at me, and said this isn't camping, it's like a bloody hotel room, in fact it's nicer than some of the shit hotels he's stayed in before.

When I got there, and he showed it to me, I actually had to agree, and it was a far cry nicer than the student dorms I'd stayed in during university, or even my first couple apartments as well, come to think of it, but most especially the place we grew up in. After the hugs and greetings are taken care of, he asked the burning question that I knew was going to come up.

“So, how have you really been since Jake passed. I'm sorry we couldn't make it to the funeral, but with what feels like three hundred kids, it just wasn't possible. I would've come myself, but, to leave Danielle to all the kids by herself for that long really wouldn't be fair.” Tim asks.

“I'm getting better, it's been a little more than a month now, but, at least he's not suffering anymore. The kidney transplant was supposed to help, but in the end, it simply was too little, too late.”

“Yeah, when Danielle was going through stomach cancer, she sure suffered a lot, but it's been five years since, and she's doing okay now. I get that fear that you were going through, not knowing for sure, but yeah, at least he's no longer in horrible pain every day.”

“Yeah. So, how's it been, raising her useless piece of shit brothers kids?” I ask.

“Hectic. I work ten hours a day, six days a week, on average, and still I think Danielle's got the harder end of it. At least Jamie and the Girls are all fully potty trained now, well, mostly, and only Johnny's still in diapers full time, but at least he's pooping on the potty now too, so, that's helping. They're all still wetting the bed every night, and they're all very heavy wetters too, mind you, so, they're all diapered for bed. That's not a huge deal, and it sure doesn't seem to bother any of them.”

“Even Jamie and Jane?” I ask.

“Especially them. Those two had to raise all the others, yet they're still essentially toddlers themselves. Jamie's getting better, at least he's starting to act at least a little older now, I'd say he's usually acting about five, though can regress a little here and there, but Jane still regresses to full toddler mode a few times a week, so, two to three years old, yet overall, I'd say she's actually a little older mentally, but only five to six maybe. All five of them are very heavy wetters, like I said, kinda like we were, and you still are I imagine, to tell you the truth. It's funny, but none of them will wear pyjamas, so, at night, all five of them are in just their diapers, even Jane, who's getting breasts, and she's got no shame about walking around in just her diapers at night or in the morning. I guess they were never allowed clothes at home, they were pretty near just wild animals, so, now they refuse to wear more than they have to, but most especially to bed. They all haveta drink from sippy cups, but, they all ask for baby bottles more often than not, and I'm sure that if I bought them soothers, they'd all happily suck them all the time too, and quite often, especially if they're sitting and watching movies, all five of them are sucking their thumbs.”

“Wow. How is school going, I remember you telling me that not one of them had been to school before, none of them could even spell their own names, and the three youngest were all fully non verbal when they arrived?”

“That was a lot of work getting them ready, none of them are in the correct grades, Johnny still hasn't even been able to go, but, with all the extra work us and the school are doing with the others, as well their therapy, they're all getting better slowly.”

“That's at least good. When will Johnny be ready for school?”

“Summer break just started, so we're already planning on putting him into kindergarten when school starts again, so he'll be a year late, but, he'll be the only one near his proper grade, at least to start. He'll hopefully be ready, and if he is, it'll be just. They didn't wanna take him because he's still diapered full time, so, we have to get him Pullups for school, but at home, we have to keep him in proper tape on baby diapers, he prefers Pampers or Rascal and Friends baby diapers, though he doesn't mind Huggies either, but, all three of the little ones seem to prefer those two over Huggies, they say the other two fit better and are softer and more comfortable, so, that's what we buy for them mostly. He wets so much, though, and won't come to us for changes, because he forgets, that he just explodes the Pullups, so, we pretty much haveta keep him in the tape on baby diapers full time, but, I'm damn near a hundred percent certain it's solely because that's what he likes best, since I see in him what I'd seen in you at the same age, I feel that he's already a full on Baby Boy diaper lover. At least the Pampers or the Rascals baby diapers last twice as long, which he also loves.” Tim laughs.

“I remember you saying that he had an appointment with a specialist about not being able to pee. Did he ever get in to see him or her?”

“Yeah, almost two months ago now. No bladder function at all, they're not sure the reason, so, same as you, he's going to be in diapers for life, which he certainly doesn't seem to mind. They offered the valve, but, same as when you were a kid, they can't do so 'til he's at least thirteen. I already have the feeling that he's gonna refuse it, the same as you did, and for the same reason, in fact, we already know full well that he's a full on Baby Boy diaper lover, it's every bit as apparent as it was in you, like I said already.”

“Yeah, by the time I was six, I wouldn't have given them up, no matter what, but, by eight, had you made me, I would've fought it tooth and nail, and someone wouldn't have survived. Does he understand the meaning of that yet, and how hard it's going to be for him?”

“No, but he's technically far younger than his five years says he is, we feel he's about three years old mentally, maybe four some days. None of the kids are anywhere near mentally what their bodies are at, mind you. Both Jamie and Jane are fully in puberty, but neither understands anything about their bodies, well, none of them do really. None of them have a shred of modesty, either. If they're horny, they jack off wherever they are. At least the older ones are going to their bedrooms now to take care of their needs, but at least three times per day, per kid, we're having to ask them to go to their bedrooms when they wanna play with themselves, because they all often have their hands inside their pants and/or diapers.” He laughs.

“Oh. And the doctors are sure none of them were mentally affected because of their mother doing drugs?” I ask sadly.

“No one's certain about anything, really. Their mother claims she never used while pregnant, yet she also said that for four of them, that she didn't even know she was pregnant, so, we all call utter bullshit, we all know the truth, but, they won't go against her word. I mean, the only one we're all certain as to being severely mentally affected was poor Jayden, only eight years old, and already in an institution, where he'll almost certainly haveta stay for life, unless they can figure out the medications to keep him somewhat human, but so far no luck as of our last report two weeks ago. The rest are almost too loving though, but, it's very clear every last one of them are mentally challenged as well.”

“Oh, how so?”

“If they feel they need hugs, kisses, or cuddles, they'll ask anyone, even if it's a stranger in the grocery store. We're actually having to be very firm on that. They crave love and attention so much, that the wrong sort of person could too easily use them, and they'd never realize it was bad. Then again, at least Johnny craves that bad attention too.”

“Oh, poor kids. I guess when they essentially grew up as feral animals, it makes sense.”

“No shit, pretty sure I've seen wild animals with better skills. You know, though, getting them to eat properly has been our single biggest challenge, I swear. They'd quite literally eat until they exploded if we let them, they'll attack food like you couldn't possibly imagine. Oh, and no forks or spoons, just hands, or just tipping it in, usually without chewing. It was actually kinda frightening at first. We haveta give them tiny amounts at a time, we can't let them dish up their own or anything, and the older ones are the absolute worst, and poor Johnny was nearly skin and bones when he got here, they weren't feeding him enough, but then, I'm sure they didn't have enough as it was, but, Johnny was truly and fully malnourished, and while the others certainly were as well, they were just not quite to the extreme that poor Johnny was at. I felt that he'd had only another three to four weeks at most in him before he just died, he'd been just wasting away.”

“Yikes. Oh, speaking of them, looks like Danielle is on her way with the entire brood.” I say as I see my Sister in Law leading a bunch of kids down to the motor home. I also recognize my Niece, she's thirteen now, the last time I saw her she was ten, and her hair is still as red and curly and unruly as it was then.

As soon as they arrive, I hug my Sister in Law and Niece.

“Hi uncle Tanner, how are you feeling. I was so sorry to hear about uncle Jake?” My Niece Tanya asks after giving me a really nice big hug.

“I'm getting better, thanks.” I say softly to her, she's always had such a soft heart.

“That's good, I know it can't be easy, you were Baby Boyfriends for a very long time. In fact, you two were my age when you met and became Baby Boyfriends.” She says softly.

Yes, they know all about me, though most others don't know that I'm a full on Baby Boy diaper lover, and wouldn't go for the surgery to fix it, no matter what, most are just told there's no surgical options to help me out, and that I require diapers twenty four seven, well, I do, but, that's because I love my baby diapers so much, and won't ever get my bladder fixed.

“Yeah, it was hard, but it was harder watching him suffer these past couple years.”

“Yeah, I'm sure it was. So, since Mom and Dad are horrible at introducing people, let me introduce you to my new Brothers and Sisters. So, here's Jamie, he's fourteen, then Jane, she's thirteen, Jayden is the one we unfortunately had to send away for his and everyone's protection, he's eight now. Next is Samantha at seven, Sarah at six, and then Johnny at five.” She says, pointing to each one in turn.

I see what Tim means about Johnny being in diapers though, he's got a very thick and clearly very soggy one underneath his shorts, the band of said diaper is sticking up well past his shorts, and that's all he's wearing, but I think it's super cute, but then, so's he already anyway, and I personally believe that that is exactly how all boys should get to be dressed.

“It's good to meet you all, my names Tanner, but you're all welcome to call me Uncle Tanner if you'd like.” I say.

“Hi Uncle Tanner.” They all say.

I have to admit, that for kids of drug addicted shit bags, and they always have been, because I'd sadly met them only once, long before they had kids, they're all very good looking kids. They're all very small for their ages, though they're at least no longer malnourished like I'd been told they had been when they arrived. They all look a lot alike, though every one of them has a different colour hair, which I think is exceptionally rare in supposed full siblings. Johnny is bright blonde, Sarah is light brown, Samantha is possibly one of the most beautiful colours of red I've ever actually seen in person, and rivals Tanya's even, Janet is black haired, while Jamie is dark brown haired. Their eyes are all the same striking deep blue colour though, and look very beautiful on all of them.

“I hope the tenement on wheels is acceptable?” Danielle asks with a grin.

“Actually, it's quite nice, and a far cry better than my first couple apartments were, that's for sure.”

“Yeah, mine too, hell, even the first shit hole we lived in together wasn't any bigger than this is.” She laughs.

“I remember. Mine wasn't much better though.”

“Yeah, I remember that too. Now, dinner's gonna be ready soon, so why don't you go ahead and unpack and change, and come on up to the house when you're ready, since it looks like you could stand to have a super soggy baby bum change.”

“Yeah, it was a long drive, and I very much dislike driving, so I'm getting pretty soggy for sure.” I had to admit.

When Johnny realized that we were very clearly talking about my super soggy baby diaper, I saw him perk right up, and he stared right at my diapered crotch, licking his lips, uh oh.

“Can stay hewp pweath?” Johnny asks, he has a very cute voice, but he also has a serious lisp, and clearly still doesn't speak well, so I just barely understood what he said, but I got the gist of it anyway.

“No, how's about you come with us instead, and let Uncle Tanner change and get everything put away in peace.” Tanya says, going and grabbing Johnny's hand.

“Oh, otay.” He says sadly as he looks to me longingly.

“It's okay with me if he wants to stay, as long as it's okay with you.” I say.

“Sure. As long as it won't be a hassle.” Tim says.

“None at all.”

“Okay. Johnny, please remember to behave, and remember, no just going and hugging or kissing without asking permission first, and you don't needta be clinging off someone just because he's the same as you are, okay.” Tim says softly, yet firmly to the little guy.

“Otay.” He says sadly, and I think that's exactly what he wanted to do.

“Okay, come on you guys, you get to help with the rest of dinner preparations, or maybe something else.” Danielle says.

“Okay.” They all say happily, smiling brightly at getting to help.

As soon as they're gone, Johnny comes up to me, tugs on my shirt, and I look down to him. “Hugth pweath?”

“Sure little Man, come on up.” I say, bending down to pick him up.

Wow, is he ever light, it defies logic. He's at best ten kilos, and I'm not even betting he's actually even that, he should be close to double that already for his age, I'm reasonably sure. As soon as I'd picked him up, he wraps his little arms and legs around me, and hugs me tightly, he sure is a cuddly little guy. I wrap my arms around him, one around his little back, holding him, the other is cupping his seriously soggy little baby diapered bum.

“Mmm, you sure are a very good little guy, you're super soggy, just the way a good Baby Boy should be.” I whisper into his ear.

“Mmmm, tankee.” He sighs deeply, and cuddles in just a little closer.

I rub his back and his gloriously soggy little baby bum, and he sighs very contentedly the entire time.

“You like me holding you and rubbing your gloriously soggy baby diapered bum like this, don't you?” I whisper once again.

“Mmmhmm, feeowe nithe.” He sighs again.

“Good, you deserve it.” I say happily. “Now, let me put you down, I do needta go change, and then you can help me to put away all my things, okay.”

“Otay.” He says, but, I can tell that he doesn't want me to put him down just yet. I hold him for just another minute, and then set him down, but, as I do so, I give him a kiss to his little forehead.

“Thanks, I actually needed that too Little Buddy.” I say.

“Me too.” He says happily, but then, he comes up, wraps his arms around me, buries his face right into my diapered crotch, and then rubs my super soggy baby diapered bum.

I didn't honestly think it was anything at all sexual, until he started nuzzling his face in the front of my diaper through my jeans.

“Sorry Baby, I can't let you do that.”

“Oh, thowy.” He says, looking dejected.

“It's okay, I understand. Now, gimme a minute, let me go change my super soggy baby diaper here, I'll be out in just a minute, and then you can help me to unpack and put everything away, okay.”

“I hewp?”

“Yes, you may help to unpack.”

“No, chainth diapee.”

“No, sorry Baby, I can't let you help change me.”

“Oh.” He looks super sad.

“It's okay. Now, gimme just a minute, okay.”

I go to to the bedroom in the back with my diaper bag, I closed the door, but, it doesn't latch correctly, so, I just close it as much as I possibly can, and then strip down to just my super soggy baby diaper. Then I get the distinct impression, that I'm being watched, so, I peek to the door, and sure enough, Johnny is there, and he's got his hand in the front of his super soggy baby diaper, rubbing himself as he's watching me. I lay down, pretending that I don't know he's there, open up and remove my diaper, ball it up and set it aside, clean myself properly with one of my baby diaper wipes, open up and prepare my fresh ultra thick and super babyish, ultra premium baby diaper, then insert a doubler of equal quality and thickness into it, raise up my baby bum, slip my diaper underneath myself, and then proceed to lotioning and creaming myself properly. That's when I hear Baby Johnny have his cute little baby boygasm. Not gonna lie, that damn near made me hard. I have absolutely no sexual attraction to him, he's much too young, but still, hearing anyone have an amazing cum like that can make almost anyone hard. I fight it though, and tape myself up. I then get dressed again. Then I look right to the door, lock eyes with Johnny, and crook my finger at him. He enters with head down, I can tell that he knows he's done wrong.

“You were spying on me the whole time, weren't you?” I ask softly, but, of course I know the answer.

He just nods ashamedly.

“You understand that that's wrong already, don't you?”

Once more he nods.

“You've been caught spying and been told that it's wrong already, haven't you?”

Once more he nods.

“Do you ever spy on girls, or just boys?”

“Boyth.” He whispers.

“Yeah, I thought you and I were maybe the same in that too. I was trying to see as many naked boys as I could when I was your age as well. I don't, and really can't fault you for that, but, you're also not supposed to do so. I bet you like spying on your brother when he's playing with his peepee, don't you?”

“Yeah.” He says softly.

“And I bet you prefer doing so when he's diapered too, don't you?”

“Oh yeah, dat'th de betht.”

“I bet. Have you ever seen him squirt anything from his peepee?” I ask, I wonder if he's actually in puberty yet, since he sure as hell doesn't look like he is yet, but Tim had said that he is.

“Oh yeah, dat'th awethome.” He groans deeply.

“What's he do with what he squirts?”

“He wipe wit thirt.”

“You've stolen that shirt and sniffed and sucked it, haven't you?”

“Yeah.” He whispers huskily.

“Yeah, I did the same thing to the cum rags my Brother always made. He never caught me watching him as far as I know, but, I watched him every night after I was supposed to go to bed, you do the same, don't you?”

“You did? Oh yeah.”

“I sure did, but try not to get caught.”

“He know, he let wat'th.”

“Oh, really. Have you sucked his shirt while he watched?”

“No.”

“Good, don't do that. Has he ever asked you to do anything with him, like with his peepee?”

“Nunh unh.”

“Good. Because you definitely shouldn't, just like you shouldn't rub your face into someones dinky like you did to me earlier, okay.”

“Why?”

“I know, you really wanna, don't you?”

He nods enthusiastically.

“Yeah, I did too. It's not good, especially at your age. It's fine if it's another little Baby Boy your age, but only if he's okay with it too. If he says no, or stop, then you must stop.”

“Oh, otay.” He says after a moments thought.

“Now, how's about you help me to unpack all my stuff and get it all put away.”

“Otay.” He says happily.

I can only laugh when he grabs what he clearly knows to be my diaper bag, and upends it onto the bed, spilling out all the diapers, doublers, lotion, cream, powder, wipes, and even my dildo and lube. He grabs the dildo, holds it up to me, and grins brightly. Somehow he actually knows what that is.

“Here, that's not actually something you're supposed to see at your age. Put it in the drawer next to the bed, okay.” I laugh.

He grins brightly, and grabs the lube, again, somehow he clearly knows what that is as well, and puts them both away together, so, clearly he knows they belong together somehow. He then grabs all my diapers, stacks them neatly, feeling them, because I get myself premium ultra thick baby diapers, and these ones are all even baby printed ones, and clearly he loves the look and feel of them, because I watch as he has to reposition his hard little Pampered peepee. He puts them in the top drawer of the dresser, where everyone knows socks and underwear go, and clearly he understands that this is my underwear, same as it is for him. He sets my lotion, cream, powder, and wipes all on the end table. I only brought twenty four diapers and the same amount of doublers with me, so, not lots, but, I'm only planning to stay a week or so. Half of each, though, are the thickest you can get, whereas the other half are what I tend to wear during the day and at work.

While Johnny was doing that, I opened up my suitcase and stored all my clothes in the dresser as well.

“Thanks Baby, that was a great help. Now, I saw how you recognized my special toy. How do you know what that is?”

“Not know.”

“You've seen them before, though, and in use, haven't you?”

He nods.

“Did someone use one on you?”

He gets a panicked look on his face, and shakes his head wildly no.

“Oh, someone has used them on you before, and, by the looks of it, threatened you to never tell anyone, didn't they.”

He nods almost imperceptibly.

“Did he or she hurt you?”

He nods again.

“Yet you liked the toy in your bum, once you got used to it, didn't you?”

He nods slightly.

“Did they ever put anything else in your bum?”

He nods almost imperceptibly again.

“You poor thing. You were raped and threatened, probably beaten, and you still remember it, so, it was just before you moved here, wasn't it?”

He nods again.

“You'll never haveta feel that again, I promise you.”

“Tankth.” He whispers. “Want you do me, dough.”

“Oh, no Baby, I'd never do that, I'd never hurt you like someone else clearly has. You're also much to young to be needing that, and much too young for me too I'm afraid. You're a stunningly pretty little gay Baby Boy, and a sexy little gay Baby Boy diaper lover too me thinks, that much is clear, but, how's about you forget all about that and just be a beautiful little Baby Boy for now, okay. Do Baby Boy things, play outside, get dirty, have fun, but not naughty fun like you so clearly want.”

“Oh, otay.” He moans lowly.

“You'll be okay, I promise. No one will ever hurt you again, I promise. Now, let's head up to the the house, but, how's about I carry you, okay, it's a long walk, and you're a tiny little guy.”

“Mean it?”

“Sure, hop up Baby, let me carry you.”

“Otay.” He says happily.

I pick him up, and carry him to the house. When I get there, it's a right zoo. It's definitely not clean like I like, but then, I suppose it probably is pretty tough keeping a clean house with six clearly rambunctious kids in it. I laugh when I see that the living room's strewn with toys and diapers of all sizes, the TV is on and blaring some cartoon that Sarah and Samantha are watching. Jamie and Jane clearly have Goodnites for their sizes, but, the rest of the kids all have tape on baby diapers. Johnny is clearly in size six, whereas the other two appear to be in size seven, and there's both Pampers and Rascal and Friends baby diapers for all three of them. I set Johnny down.

“Why don't you go ahead and play and watch the cartoon that's playing.”

“Otay.” He says, and then promptly strips off his shorts, and grabs a toy and sits down in just his super soggy baby diaper to play.

“Hi.” I say as I enter the kitchen.

“Hello. Did Johnny behave?” Tim asks.

“Well, yes and no. He's very sexual, and very much gay, as well fully offered himself to me, so craves sex, even with men. That's why you let him stay, you wanted me to talk to him, didn't you?”

“Yeah, he needs an understanding ear, and I know you were the same at his age, I know how much you spied.”

“You probably shoulda warned me.” I laughed, but, it really doesn't surprise me that Tim actually knew.

“Nah, why bother. He's been very tight lipped about what happened before coming here. I mean, not only was he totally non verbal before arriving, and is only at best half way verbal now, but, he wouldn't even answer any of the questions we and the police and therapists asked. He was torn, and clearly very well abused when he arrived, but, given the scar tissue and the amount of damage back there, we know it didn't just happen once. Someone's raped that poor boy almost ceaselessly, and we assume for a long time already. If Jamie and Jane know anything about it, they're not talking either. They did say that their mother would often come and take Johnny away for as much as three or four days, and when he got back, he was often bleeding from the bum. Again, he refused to even acknowledge any of that, though. The hospital did a full rape kit on him, and we were told that he had no less then seven different samples taken, so, shortly before he was given to us, it seems he was gang raped by at least seven, and at least one of them was large enough to tear him again, though the scar tissue around his little bum is considerable, so he'd been torn many times before, so, this one, or possibly more, were even larger than he'd clearly become accustomed to. It's truly sick, but, we, as well as the police and social services, believe that his parents were selling him for drug money. Jayden too we're certain was sold, though, again, how much, we don't know, but, his bum looks much the same, and even Jamie appears to have been used when he was younger as well, since he too shares the same marks, though he doesn't remember it at all. The problem is, their parents are so fucking high all the time, that there's no way to tell what memory they have, and sadly nothing can possibly stick, because of it. The only thing, I've promised social services that if they ever attempt to give the kids back to their parents, I'll fight that ruling, and sue them 'til I can't possibly do so any more.”

“That's disgusting. They used other things in him too, he accidentally found my special toy, and he knew exactly what it was, even the lube, so, it was at least used on him, I suppose that's at least a good thing. I just don't understand how anyone could abuse such a little boy like that, and if he's as damaged back there as you say, clearly it happened for a very long time, and from a very young age. None of the Girls were raped, though?”

“No, just Johnny and Jayden were, for sure, and we think Jamie got it as well when he was younger, like I said. We think that Jayden may've actually been kept drugged, though why they'd drug him and not Johnny, we don't know. I suppose Jayden was older, so, could speak, though he was barely verbal as well, so, who's to say. Poor kid's so fucked up, I'm just not sure that there's enough help for him, and it might be kinder if they just allow him to overdose, because he does want and crave drugs. He was high as a kite when he first arrived, and went through horrific detox. We were all truly fearful for our lives, that's why we hadta give him up. Not gonna lie, I cried so hard the day we hadta tell him, I still feel like I failed him, but, he was just so wild, we all feared he was gonna plunge knives into our chests as we slept, which, by the way, he did threaten, repeatedly. (Sad note: This is the actual reason they had to give him up, they were afraid for their lives, because he was threatening this.) We're not entirely sure why the Girls were spared, but it seems they only wanted Boys. Clearly they liked them diapered, but, Jamie woulda happily worn diapers, because trust me, he does now, and has asked repeatedly why the little kids get baby diapers, but he hasta wear Pullups, and why he can't wear them all day like Johnny does, because he really really wants to. Even Jane has asked. We've tried to explain that they're old enough that they don't require our help to get diapered for bed, but that the little kids still do, and that they're old enough to peepee in the potty like big kids, but Johnny can't, because he has something wrong, so he hasta stay diapered. It's not what they want, though, and I know for a fact that they all often sneak their diapers whenever they think they can, we just pretend not to notice when they feel they need it.”

“Oh. So, not only were the kids likely born at least somewhat addicted to drugs, but Jayden at least was kept drugged.”

“Yeah. The rest seem to be mostly okay, in that regard at least, though certainly very challenging at times.”

“So the others do wear their diapers during the day?”

“Well, no, at least not all the time, and we've asked them not to, since they don't need them, like we've said, but, Jamie seems to want them almost as much as Johnny does. The rest don't seemta wear as much, though Jane, especially when she regresses, does absolutely wear her diapers, and we've caught her wearing the younger kids' tape on baby diapers too, but they don't even tape up on her, so, we've seen that she wears them inside her Goodnites, but, Jamie's done the same too, just not quite as often. We understand, so, we give her extra babying when she does that, Jamie too, when they feel they needta be diapered, we allow them to, and baby them like they clearly need. Their therapist suggested we allow them to regress as much as they desire, that eventually they'll grow out of it, but, that they might not either. They do want us to try and keep them outta diapers as much as possible, though, so to get them to grow up some, but, we're starting to think it's a lost cause.”

“Why not just get them the tape on baby diapers they clearly want then and teach them how to diaper themselves. You know I've been diapering myself since I was seven.”

“Yeah, except even at fourteen, Jamie truly is only at best five. Jane isn't much better. The other three are all mentally two to three years old, and may never progress to too much older than them. It's so hard to say just how messed up their brains are from what their parents have done to them. I've told the police that if the kids' parents ever manage to find us, and come here, that I'll call them, but that they'd better get here fast, because I'm just not sure I can stop myself from killing the both of them for what they've done to their children. Danielle says she's worse, says that if she ever sees her fucking useless loser of a brother ever again, she'll kill him instantly, and with zero remorse, then his useless whore of a wife will be second, and only a second later.”

“They don't know where you're at, that's good.”

“No, it's being kept very much away from them. We unlisted everything, to hopefully hide and protect us and the kids as much as possible. They live in Vancouver too, so, I doubt they'd ever fathom to come this far north, but, you never know. They might just want their money makers back, and we'll clearly never allow that.”

“Good. I think you should still get them their thick, thirsty, tape on baby diapers, if that's what they really want, and teach them, they'll figure it out.”

“Yeah. The problem is, diapers for all of them already costs a bloody small fortune, on top of feeding them all. Even Tanya gets Goodnites, but she'd used tape on ones 'til just over a year ago, when she decided she was getting to old to have Mommy or Daddy change her. She coulda changed herself, she just didn't wanna, and asked for them.”

“Yeah, I imagine diapers and food for six kids does get pricey. Is the ministry not covering anything?”

“Yeah, right. We get at best ten percent back.”

“That sucks. Oh well, whatever, it's not like you're exactly hurting here, though, now are you?”

“No, but still, diapers alone is running us three hundred a month. At least it's better than when they moved in and all of them were pretty near diapered all the time. Johnny, Samantha, Sarah, and Jayden were all full time, full use, whereas Jane and Jamie pooped on the toilet, but still peed their diapers more often than not.”

“I'm shocked that their parents bought them diapers?”

“Oh, they didn't, we hadta diaper them, they were made to wet and mess themselves. Johnny and Jayden were the only two to arrive diapered, all six of them needed them. Thankfully it's way less now.”

“Oh. So, where's Danielle and the others?”

“Trying to teach Jamie and Jane how to fold laundry. We're trying to teach them all the home skills, since they clearly had none at all. Cooking, cleaning, bathing, all that, none of them can do any of it. How and where they got food is beyond us, but, I suspect that Jamie and Jane just went and took what they needed, but, again, they're tight lipped about the past. That's actually the reason that they were found, though, Jamie was caught stealing food. What is clear, though, especially how they reacted to the police, they were all told very clearly that all police are bad, and that they must hide and/or run, because they all tried to bolt the second they saw the police.”

“Oh, I bet they knew nothing. Too bad he wasn't caught years ago.”

“No shit.”

“Can the useless whore still have kids, what's gonna happen if she has another?”

“Thankfully no. When she went into labour with Johnny, apparently there were complications, and they actually hadta completely remove her womb and ovaries, otherwise she was gonna die. Good riddance if you ask me, they shoulda just let her die.” Tim spat, but, I can't possibly blame him. They're doing their best with clearly mentally handicapped kids, that really didn't need to be, all because of their useless pieces of shit parents.

“I understand that, and I'm thankful she can't have more, but, please release the hatred. You know where that'll lead you, just back to drinking, and it's been so many years.”

“Yeah, I know. They just make me so fucking angry. There's been so many hard days, that I've sometimes wanted to start again.”

“Please don't, no one likes the person you become when you drink.”

“Most especially me. Don't worry, I'll never start again, but, the desire is still very much there at times.”

“No matter what the addiction, it stays with you for life, I know that, and you know that, but, you're stronger than the addiction. I'm the one that helped you to finally get sober, and I went to all the meetings with you remember.”

“I know, and thanks. I wouldn't be where I am now without your help, and just bloody well forcing me to.”

“No worries. You looked after me when I was just a little baby, fended off all the bigger kids and made them not tease me, and I know you took all those beatings from them for me. That's why you started drinking in the first place.”

“Yeah, to drown the pain. Never feel guilty for that, though, it was my right and duty as big Brother to protect you. Mom couldn't, she worked three jobs just to feed us and keep us both diapered, though at least I was only at night, but you were always so small and gentle, that you couldn't stand up to them, so, I did instead, and yeah, you saw a few of the ass kickings I got, but, you didn't even see a fraction of what they gave me. By the way, they knew you were gay too, right from the time you were six or seven, and they threatened to rape you, and I promised them that if they ever did that, that there wasn't a law in the land that'd protect them.”

“Thanks, that means a lot to me. I woulda helped you, though, I was stronger than I seemed, and it hurt me to see you get hurt like that to protect me, but, you always told me to run, so, I always did.”

“No worries. Mom was always so proud of me for protecting you, and she did what she could, but, when you grow up on the wrong side of the tracks, no one actually cares what happens to you.”

“Yeah, but, we've both done very well for ourselves. You run a very large construction company and now a manufacturing plant, and I'm an architect. We did what we hadta do to survive, and it made us stronger. When Mom died, that hit us both hard, thankfully you were already eighteen, and that's when I asked you to stop drinking, so that they'd let you keep me. That's also the reason I started doing home schooling, so that you could go to work and not haveta worry about me being bullied and beaten on, but, as it turns out, that really was for the best. I sailed through the rest of school, got so many scholarships and all that because of it, and you started working construction, and were very good at it.”

“Yeah, I know. Was a lot of hard years, though.”

“Fuck, was it ever. You're more than ten years older than I am, and we hadta look after and protect each other. When you moved here, it actually hurt, but, I knew why you did it. You always hated and even resented the city, whereas I'm the opposite, it reminds me constantly of my roots.”

“Oh, it reminds me of my roots alright, that's the problem, and what makes me wanna drink the most.”

“Fair enough.”

“It hurt to leave you behind too, for so long you were my rock, but, we hadta go our separate ways. I'd actually really like you to come live up here, I think it'd be good for you, especially after losing Jake. I also really think that after seeing how you and Johnny hit it off, that you should take him in.”

“I really couldn't, but why would you wanna split up the kids?”

“I know, but we don't, not entirely, but, Johnny's gonna be in diapers for life, and I think that the longer he gets to wear them, but the others don't, that it's gonna drive a wedge in between them all anyway. It's already happening.”

“Then let them wear, why would it be such a huge deal?”

“It's not, and even their therapists think that eventually we may have to allow them to, at least as often as they want to. Right now they're trying to focus on seeing if they can get them to grow up, but, none of their mental ages are actually expanding. They're still all essentially just toddlers at this time. We have no issues with them being diapered all the time, if and when the time comes that the therapists think they needta, but, we're trying to play it their way, since, like they said, wearing diapers isn't exactly normal, but that it's not actually abnormal behaviour either, and given their mental ages, makes sense. Seeing Johnny still get diapers all day, every day, though, is making it harder on them.”

“Oh, I suppose that that makes sense. So, right now, they're trying to see if they can force the kids to grow up some.”

“Exactly. It's not actually working, though, and I don't honestly think it will. They've been with us for a year already, and not one of them has progressed past the age of an average five year old, and sometimes six on good days, which is roughly where Jamie and Jane were when they arrived, and the others all seem to have stopped there too, though Johnny isn't even yet at that age, but, he was at best a one year old mentally when he arrived. Now, whether that's so that they can cope with what's happened to them, we just don't know, and that's us and the therapists. We have three therapists working with us on all the kids, and they all have meetings together to try and figure out how to help them all, but, so far nothing's truly helping them.”

“Then, even though it might be harder on you at first, why not try and fully regress them right back to babies, and start them from scratch?”

“I actually suggested that, but Danielle isn't exactly all for that, since a lot of that'd clearly fall all on her, but, like I said, I'd hire whomever I hadta, in order to help her. Tanya's already offered to quit school and do it at home even, in order to help out as much as possible, since the others are only in school at most three days a week, so, Danielle needs all the help she can get, and honestly, I think we should let her, but then, for the same reason as you, I think she shoulda done so years ago, and I woulda let her had she asked, but, I never offered either, that hasta be upta her. The therapists all said that that might even work, but, that it could also backfire completely, so, they're not really sure what to do. They wanna continue on the path that they've laid out, to try and get them up to their proper mental ages, or at least closer, but, so far, like I said, nothing, well, not nothing, but certainly not enough.”

“Then I suppose it's best to listen to them, but, I think it might be kinder and easier on them to start them from scratch anyway.”

“That's what I said too. After Mom died, that's what I had to do for you, but you were only a few months, these kids could be the full three to five years if we choose to do that.”

“Yeah, I remember that, I needed it a lot, you didn't even let me do any school work for weeks, said I was a little Baby Boy and didn't needta worry about that.”

“Exactly. Wish I coulda done the same thing, though, I needed it as much as you did I think.” He laughs bitterly.

“You never truly stopped loving diapers either, did you?”

“No, not truly. I started wetting the bed again, though, the doctors warned me that because of our bladder problems, that eventually it'd probably happen, it started almost ten years ago, and has never stopped since. Not gonna lie, I cried the first night I diapered myself again, but, it was like getting the one thing I needed above all else, and now, I'm not even sure I could sleep without them any more.”

“Why didn't you ever tell me?” I ask curiously.

“Because only Danielle, Shannon, and Tanya know.”

“Yeah, but, I'm your Brother, and I haveta wear all day.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“You love them, yet you're still ashamed of it.” I say.

“Yeah, it's getting better, though.”

“Good. I hope that Danielle diapers you every night.”

“Most nights.”

“Good.”

As we'd been talking, I was helping with the last of the dinner preparations. It was actually kinda nice to cook with Tim again, he's the one to have taught me how to cook in the first place, and I actually missed it.

When we're done cooking, we set everything out, and Tim calls everyone. Wow, the kids very nearly materialized out of thin air, they were there so fast. Tim, Danielle, and Tanya all dish up the kids' plates for them, and then tell them to go sit and eat, but to take one small mouth full, chew it fully, and then swallow. Tim says they have to tell them all this at every meal. Then we dish up, and by the time we have our food, the kids are all nearly halfway done already. Even though they are in fact chewing, they're still chewing as fast as they possibly can, then swallowing as fast as they can, and then stuffing more in. When Jamie went to pick up his plate, Tim said, “Nope, use your fork, you got this Buddy.”

Each of the kids got three small servings, with at least a couple minutes in between each one, so that they'd get enough to eat, but not too fast, one of the others always there to go get the kids more when they needed it, but, once they were felt to have eaten enough, even though all five of them asked for more, they were told that that's enough. I'm guessing they're gonna always haveta ensure that the kids don't over eat and then become fat from it.

Each of the kids has a small chore to do after dinner to help clean up, and they have to be guided step by step, to try and teach them all this, though they've been told many times before I'm told, they're doing very well though, and are starting to remember it all, but, Tim tells me that they actually have surprisingly good memories, especially considering their challenges. After dinner it was decided to watch a movie, and so, a good kids movie was chosen and put on, and when I sat down, Johnny was right there, ready to cuddle up to me. Even Jamie was. Within ten minutes, I pulled Johnny up onto my lap, and Jamie laid down and was laying his head on my lap, so, I played with his hair gently. As soon as the first movie was finished, Jamie and Jane were told to go get ready for bed, and Tim, Danielle, and Tanya each took one of the younger ones to their bedrooms to get them all diapered, or changed in Johnny's case, but, how he hadn't leaked yet is beyond me. All six kids came out diapered, though Tanya has pyjamas on, I can still see that she's diapered, the rest do not, and Jamie is already wet, so, he'd been saving it I'm guessing. Can't honestly say I blame him, though no idea what it feels like to actually pee. Even Tim is already diapered, he's wearing a pair of lounge pants and a robe over it, but, I can still see it. I have expert eyes, after all.

Both Johnny and Jamie came back and cuddled right up with me as soon as they're back, Johnny up on my lap, snuggled right in again, Jamie with his head on my lap, so, once more, I'm playing with his hair. The next movie is started, and it was actually really good. I can't even tell you the last time I watched an animated movie, they're much better than they used to be, funny and engaging enough even for us supposed adults, though I truly do consider myself to be a Baby Boy, well, maybe a toddler who can poopy in the potty. By the time the movie ended, all five kids are sound asleep. Tanya comes and grabs Johnny, whispers to me to grab Jamie, because he's right next door, while Tim and Danielle each grab one, and we take them all to their beds. Tanya points me to Jamie's bedroom, so, I take him in, lay him down, thankful that he's truly not as large as a fourteen year old's supposed to be, but he's already almost too big for me to carry comfortably. I check his diaper, and feel that he really should be changed. I check his top drawer, find his diapers, grab a fresh one, tear the one he'd been wearing off, and expose the fact that the poor kid's probably as small as a typical eight to ten year old. Yeah, that's the problem with drug addicted babies, sometimes their equipment is stunted. Hopefully he'll grow some. I'd thought that he could cum, and the way Johnny had said, he does, but, he has like four hairs, his balls are still pretty small, and his little diapered dinky is truly too small for his age, but it truly doesn't look as if he should be able to cum at all. I get his diaper pulled up, position his peepee properly so that he doesn't wet his bed, and then pull up his covers and wish him a good sleep.

All the kids are in bed, and Tim and Danielle are waiting for me as soon as I arrive.

“I saw that you hadta change Jamie. That's pretty typical, I'm sure you saw that he was wet bare seconds after putting it on, he tries to hold it for as long as possible, so that he can wet his diaper as soon as it's on. We haveta pretend not to notice, not that we think it'd actually embarrass him any that we know exactly what he wants and needs, but, that's not the point, and we haveta change him every night as well, because he's always pretty near soaked.” Tim says.

“Yeah, I think you're gonna needta diaper him all day, every day, soon if he keeps that up, because, sooner, rather than later, he's gonna stop trying to peepee in the potty like a big boy at all, that's totally what I'd do in his position. I can't help but to notice just how small he is down below. What does his Doctor say about that?”

“Yeah, we know, we've already warned the therapists of all this as well, but, they want us to try and hold off for as long as possible too, and if he does so, we're willing to bet the others will follow suit damn near instantly as well, because it takes absolutely no convincing for any one of them to be baby diapered at all. As for Jamie's still very little boyish equipment, with any luck, he'll start to grow soon, but, considering he still looks at most eleven years old, yet he's already in puberty, and from the shirt he always uses, enjoys himself a lot, his doctor's not entirely sure how much more growth he has left in him. He could get lucky and grow lots more over the next few years. He did say that no matter the mental development of a child, their bodies will still mature, and that he should be fully grown at about eighteen to nineteen, same as most others. Given that his equipment is still so much smaller though, he's not likely to grow all that large. I suppose, if he does stay a toddler in mind all his life, then that'll at least save him that shame, sad as that sounds, because he won't ever realize it.”

“Poor kid. How are Jayden and Johnny in that department?”

“Jayden's almost exactly the same size as Johnny is now. Johnny seems to be right about the proper size and stage for his actual age, at least so far, but, hard to say what'll happen once he starts growing too. I think it's gonna depend solely on just how much brain damage his useless parents managed to cause in him too. Jayden, though, so far, is about the same size as a toddler is, granted, it's been almost six months since we had to give him up, but, I doubt very seriously the poor boy's grown any since.”

“I'd heard of that sorta thing happening, but, I suppose, they're the first kids I've ever really known, and Jamie's the first teen boy I've ever seen naked.”

“Well, since you spied on me.” Tim grinned.

“Well, you shoulda closed your door.” I laughed back.

“Explain hiding in my closet then.”

“I was hiding in the closet from the time I was five.” I laughed.

“No shit, but, I always knew, granted so did everyone who met you I think, you really always were a little flaming gay Baby Boy.”

“Yeah, I know. That's why I always hated it when you made me go to the park to play with others, they always teased me that I must be gay. I suppose, in the end, it was for the best, that's how I met Jake and we got together.”

“Exactly. I'd hoped you'd find someone just like you. Obviously I didn't expect you to get a Baby Boyfriend at thirteen, but, you two were perfect for each other, and were together for so many years. I actually felt right from the start that you two were gonna last a long time. Sadly not as long as I'd hoped, but, I suppose, no one gets to escape death in the end, he just had it happen far sooner than he should've, that's for sure.”

“Yeah. We had a lot of very good years together, though. He loved you like a Big Brother and a Father too, especially when you let him move in with us after his piece of shit father kicked him out because of who and what he was, he never forgot that, even though you could barely afford to feed the two of us as it was. Mind you, that's the same year I started university, which made it even harder still, but, still, you always made him feel as if he were family, and he truly did love you for it.”

“Yeah, there were a lot of days back then that I just didn't eat, so that I could ensure you were both getting fed.”

“Really, why'd you never tell me, I woulda gone and got a job too.”

“That's the very reason why I never told you. I wanted you to concentrate on university and your Baby Boyfriend, they were far more important. Don't worry about me, I got enough, well, most days.”

“Still, Jake woulda gone and gotten a job, but even when he said that to you, you said no, instead you told him to concentrate on school, to try his hardest to graduate, and to do something of himself. Had it not been for my tutoring him as well, though, I doubt he could've graduated.”

“Again, hence the reason I didn't let him. It was already hard enough on him as it was, and I didn't want him to be saddled with that as well. I survived, but I know what it's like to tighten my belt to the point where I hadta poke several more holes in it, just so that it'd hold my pants up. My boss even asked me about it, I think I was just twenty four then, he said it was starting to look like I was anorexic, said I'm literally just skin and bones, and that he's worried about me. He made me spill everything, how I was raising you and your Boyfriend, how there was never enough money for food and rent and everything, and how I was often skipping two, or sometimes even all three meals every day, just so that I made sure that you two had food. He was so shocked, he nearly cried. He offered me a higher paying position, gave me a good raise, and told me he expects great things from me. He always loved me, said I was his best and hardest worker, even when I didn't have enough food to supply the energy I needed, hence my looking so thin, I think I dipped down as low on body fat as you can conceivably go, possibly less, because I was so gaunt. He said he was scared for me, said I was quite literally wasting away. So, after that, it got way better, I was eating two, and sometimes even three meals a day, and bills were getting paid on time, so, that was nice. He actually cried the day I said I was quitting and moving, more than even you did. Now we've been here, what is it, almost ten years already, and I love it.”

“Oh, well, thanks. And now, here you are once again, raising kids that you really shouldn't haveta be, yet doing so happily and willingly, and sacrificing more than they'll ever realize.”

“Yeah, but, they do love and adore us, and any time we're seated, at least one of them's cuddled up to us, they give us so many hugs, kisses, and cuddles, it's really nice. They're saying thanks in the only way they know how.”

“That's good, and yeah, I noticed. Even Jamie fell asleep with my playing with his hair.”

“Yeah, he falls asleep early every night, just like the little ones do. Jane's usually the last still awake, and she might only just barely last half an hour more.”

“Yeah, well, I'm barely any better, I'm getting ready for bed already too.” I have to admit.

“We're the same, though. With my work, I'm out of here for six pretty near every morning, but, I try to be home for four at the latest, but there are days where I end up having to stay 'til at least six too. Danielle's usually up a little later, but, not by much, and all the kids are usually awake by six at the latest as well.”

“Yeah, well, speaking of bed, I think that it's probably getting about that time. If I'm not to the house before you leave tomorrow morning, come say goodbye.”

“Will do, but, I've already told all my guys that my Brother's coming for a week or so, that I'm only gonna work only half days while you're here, so that I could spend some time with you as well. I've got all my people, and their jobs, at a point where I really shouldn't haveta be there all day anyway, yet I find I still needta be there for them a lot more than I really should be.”

“Oh, okay, thanks. Well, have a good night you two.”

“Goodnight.” They both say together.

I head down to the motor home, but, it's already getting dim out, so, I actually had to use the flash light on my phone so that I don't trip over anything. When I make it, I strip down to just my nice soggy double thick baby diaper, it'll hopefully last the whole night, but, meh, who cares if it doesn't. I'd noticed that Tim or Danielle had put a protective mattress cover on for me anyway, so it won't damage anything if I do happen to leak, which I doubt I will. I guess they now have the cover for Tim, or possibly when one of the kids ends up in bed with them, or likely both. I crawl into bed, cover up, and then pass out.