Chapter 2

I hadn't been entirely convinced that I was going to actually sleep. I don't usually sleep at all well in strange beds, and it can take me three days or more before I do actually get some sleep. As I lay there, after waking from a shockingly good sleep, luxuriating in the rather comfortable bed, and my gloriously soggy baby diaper, I think about little Johnny, and how adorable, as well as how very clearly so much like me that he truly is. Then, as if on cue, just as I'm thinking about him, what do I hear, but a tiny little knock at my door. I know exactly who it is. I get up, look out the window, and sure enough, it's Johnny at the door, in nothing but his super soggy Pampers baby diaper, and a fresh Rascal and Friends baby diaper in his hand, so clearly he wants me to change him this morning, and I'm okay with that. I decide to go and answer the door in my even more gloriously thick and soggy baby diaper, this one has cartoon barn animals on it, and it's so adorable.

As soon as I open the door, Johnny groans from deep within, and instantly he went hard, well, probably harder than he already was. He had to reach down and readjust himself, I almost laughed at the horny little boy.

“Good morning there Baby. Does your Aunt and Uncle know that you're here, it's only just a few minutes after five?”

“Nuh unh.”

“Are you allowed to leave the house without them knowing?” I ask softly.

“I no know.”

“No, I think you're lying to me Baby. I think you know full well you're not allowed to leave the house, don't you.” I say softly to him.

“Yeah.” He says dejectedly.

“Come on in, I'll text your Uncle, so that he knows you're here.”

He climbs in, but it's quite the climb for such a little guy. I grab my phone and text Tim. He answers back only a second later and says he knows, says he watched as Johnny left his bedroom with a fresh diaper, and went straight out the front door of the house, not even seeing that he was sitting there at the table drinking his coffee. He then says that he watched Johnny 'til I answered the door, in just my diaper, because he can just see the motor home from there. I laughed.

“Okay Baby, your Uncle knows you're here. Now, do you really wanna get yourself into trouble?”

“No.” He says with wide eyes.

“Then from now on, don't you think you should ask permission before you go outside all on your own?”

“Yeah, gueth tho.”

“No, there's to be no guessing about that Baby, always ask for permission. I know you wanna be treated as a Big Boy, even though you're a good and beautiful Baby Boy, but, in order to be treated like a Big Boy, you haveta act like a Big Boy, and that always means asking for permission before doing something that's really dangerous, okay.”

“Oh, otay.”

“Now, I can only assume from the fact that you're carrying a fresh baby diaper with you, that you'd like for me to change your super soggy baby bum this morning?”

“Yeth pweath.”

“Okay, then as soon as you're diapered, you'll haveta leave the room, so that I can change my super soggy baby diaper as well.”

“I hewp.” He says, and the way he says it, he's not asking.

“Sorry, I can't let you do that.”

“I hewp.” He says more firmly, even stomping his foot a little.

“Johnny, one thing that you haveta know about me is, I don't stand for temper tantrums. If you act like that, I can and will send you back up to the house, and you'll haveta change your own super soggy baby diapered bum, all by yourself. I know you want me to change you, and I will, but, I'm not allowed to let you change me, and I wouldn't even if I was, because of how much you want to play with me, and I know full well just how much you want to too, which I won't ever allow you to do.”

“Thowwy.” He pouts cutely.

“It's okay Baby, I understand, really I do. I was once in your diaper, I wanted something so bad, but, I didn't fully understand it, and neither do you. Someone did bad things to you, made you know more than a beautiful Baby Boy your age should know, and probably even caused you to crave it already, but, I want you to try and forget all that and just be the beautiful Baby Boy you are, okay.”

“Otay.” He moans sadly.

“Good. Now, let's go get that super soggy baby bum changed, shall we.”

“Otay.” He says happier this time.

I pick Johnny up, carry him to the bedroom, and lay him on the bed. I grab all my supplies, and take the diaper from Johnny's hand, and set it all in easy reach. I then release the tapes holding on his well bloated baby diaper, pull it down in the front, and expose Baby Johnny in his little five centimetre hardened glory. It's actually not as small as I'd thought it was gonna be, he's a pretty respectable size for his age, but especially for his size I suspect. Oh sure, he's still a tiny little guy, but, he's only five and a half years old, though he's the size of a three year old, just not inside his diaper I think, so it actually looks large on him. I pull out the very well wet baby diaper, insert his fresh one, and clean, lotion, cream, and then powder him up well, and the only reason he didn't have an orgasm, was because I knew when to stop.

When I stopped, though, and he went to grasp on and stroke himself, I grabbed his hand and said, “No Baby, leave it alone, it's fine just the way it is. You don't needta play with yourself while someone is there and watching, that's the sorta thing you know you're supposed to do in the privacy of your own bedroom once you're alone and free to do so.”

“Oh, otay.” He groans.

I get him all taped up, and then I pick him up and set him on his feet.

“Okay Baby, head on out to the front area, sit on the couch, and no spying this time, got it.”

“Otay, I weewee wanna wat'th.”

“I know you do Baby, but I don't give you permission to do so, so, don't, it's not something you haveta see.”

“I know.” He moans sadly, he so desperately wants to, and truly even needs to, and I can understand that.

I close the bedroom door as best I can, lay down, and as I change myself fully, I watch to make sure that Johnny listened, and he doesn't come and watch again, so, that's good. I'm double diapered again, I usually am, and as long as I don't drink too much, this usually lasts me a full twelve hours, so, only two super soggy baby bum changes per day on average. I then get into a pair of shorts that don't strictly hide what I'm wearing, I don't plan to go out today, I plan to just rest lots, so, I even leave off my shirt, and so, naturally, the band of my baby diaper is well above the band of my shorts. When I exit the bedroom, Johnny sees me and grins brightly.

“Come on you, time to face the music. You're gonna get in trouble for having come down here without asking, and you may even get punished, but, there's to be no crying about it, because you know what you did was bad.”

“Otay. Cawwy pweath?”

“Okay Baby, hop up.”

I pick Johnny up and head to the house, hugging and cuddling him the whole way, I even rub our noses together, and he loves that. When we get there, Tim's at the dining table still, sipping his morning coffee, reading something on his computer. He's still in his lounge pants, robe, and a clearly super soggy baby diaper underneath.

“Morning Tim, I have your little runaway here.” I say as I set Johnny down on his own feet.

“Morning Tanner. Morning Johnny. Now, Johnny, come here please.” Tim says softly.

Johnny dejectedly approaches Tim. Tim picks him up, sets him on his lap, gives him a hug, and then tells him that what he did this morning was very bad, because no one knew where he was, or what he was doing, and that if he ever does so again, that he'll be confined to his bedroom for several hours with no toys to play with at all.

“Would you like for that to happen?” Tim asks.

“No.”

“Then please never leave the house again without first asking. It's very dangerous. You know there's lotsa wild animals around here that'd like to eat you, the creek is really dangerous, and it's just plain bad to do something like that without asking first. Now, gimme a hug, and then you can go get dressed, okay Baby.”

“Otay.” He says, and then hugs Tim tightly.

As soon as Tim lets him go, Johnny scampers away to his bedroom.

“He wanted you to change him, and I'm betting he asked to change you again too huh?” Tim asks.

“Yeah, I changed him, he was a gloriously soggy Baby Boy. He was exceptionally happy, and I'm betting that's what drove him from the house. How a five year old can be so incredibly horny is beyond me, but, when I answered the door in just my diaper, the poor little guy damn near spontaneously orgasmed.” I laughed.

“Yeah, that was pretty cruel, answering the door like that, knowing what it was gonna do to him. I actually laughed out loud when I saw you answer the door like that.” He grins.

“I know, I did it on purpose though. If I don't show him what he wants, he's just gonna spy, and really, it's just different underwear like you always told me growing up, though, in my opinion, they're way better than any underwear ever could be, but, for some reason, some people disagree with me, I'm totally not sure why.”

“Exactly, but, he's a full on gay Baby Boy diaper lover, just like you, so, seeing another just like him, the way he wants to see you, I'm shocked he didn't cum.” Tim laughs.

“I woulda at his age, that's for damned sure.”

“Yeah, exactly.”

Just then, Johnny comes back, and he's wearing just a very small, very soft pair of cotton shorts over his nice thick baby diaper, just like me, and the top several centimetres of his diaper is showing as well, just like mine, it looks great. Tim laughs as well at seeing what Johnny had chosen to wear.

“Well, I suppose you're dressed, and if that's all you wanna wear, then that's fine too.”

“Tankee.”

“You're welcome Baby. Now, would you like some breakfast.”

“Yeth pweath.”

Tim gets up and goes to the kitchen to get Johnny some breakfast. I decide that I'm hungry as well, so, I go too. I end up getting the same cereal that Tim's getting for Johnny, one of my favourites, Honey Nut Cheerios with sliced up bananas in it. We all head back to the table, and Johnny asks if he can sit on my lap and eat, but I politely refuse, saying that it'd make it really hard for me to eat. He's not happy with that, but, goes and climbs up onto a chair of his own, and he has to kneel in order to eat. Just as we're finished up eating, Jamie comes out, and his Goodnite is very nearly falling off him it's so wet and full. It looks good, actually.

“Good morning.” Tim and I say together.

“Good morning. Uncle Tanner, please change me?”

“Sure, if you'd like me to help you this morning Handsome, I'd be happy to.”

“Yes please.” He smiles.

He leads me to his bedroom, but of course I know where it is now. He too had groaned when he'd seen what I'm wearing. I asked him what he wants to wear, and he says, “Diaper and shorts, just like you please.”

“You're not supposed to wear your diapers during the day though Handsome.”

“Why, you get to?” He asks.

“That's right, I do, but that's because I have a problem in my bladder and can't hold my pee, same as Johnny, and never know when I pee, so, clearly I haveta wear diapers, but you don't need them.”

“I do too.”

“No, you don't, not during the day, only at night, and I know full well you held your pee for as long as you could last night, so that as soon as you were in your night diaper, you peepeed it, so, I know you can hold it when you haveta.”

“Yeah.” He grins, and then says, “Please!” In a very clearly pleading tone.

“Okay, but, just this once, okay.” I say softly.

He smiles brightly, and so, I tell him to go lay down in soggy baby bum change position, and he happily does so. I grab the package of baby wipes off his dresser, grab him a fresh Goodnite, and go to the bed where he's laying. I tear open his diaper at the sides, pull it down, and expose the fact that he's very hard this morning. Well, it's not quite as bad as I'd thought the night before, though, still smaller than he should be, he at least grows more than it'd looked like it should.

“Baby sure looks happy this morning.”

“Yeah, I wish you'd diaper me all time like you.”

“I know, I get that, but, you should try and be a Big Boy.”

“But, I not, I's a Baby Boy.”

“Yeah, I know that's how you feel, but you truly are a Big Boy.” I say, though from looking at his little erection, he really isn't a very Big Boy, but, at least he does grow more than I'd thought he would from seeing him soft last night. I'd say he has at best ten centimetres of length and probably only three or four around. I grab a wipe, and start wiping him up, but, he's clearly too charged, and explodes almost instantly, and I certainly never tried to do so to him.

“Wow, powerful little cum you had there Baby. Sorry, didn't think you were that charged.” I say as I gently wipe up his teen baby goo, there's not much, it's still quite thin and clear, but, there's certainly a lot more than you'd suspect from seeing him.

“I really like you changing me.” Jamie sighs deeply.

“I'm sure you do, but, if you can't control that, then I won't change you in the future, okay.”

“Oh, okay.” He says sadly.

As soon as I have him cleaned up, I pull his diaper up his legs, and then I have him stand up, I tuck his still hard little baby bone inside his Big Boy diaper correctly, and then pull it all the way up, and adjust it accordingly. I then help him into a pair of shorts that are more similar to mine, not the same soft cotton that Johnny has, mine are more like a really soft satiny material, sometimes called basketball shorts. He looks really good like this.

“Thanks.” He says happily.

“You're very welcome Baby.”

“Mmm, I'm a good Baby.”

“You sure are. Now, you know this can only be a rare and special treat, but, I'm betting any time that you think you can get away with it, you're diapered anyway, aren't you?” I ask softly, he blushes cutely. “That's what I thought. It's okay, like I can say anything. I have to wear diapers, but, I could do other things too if I really wanted to, but diapers are just way nicer, and so gloriously comfortable, especially once nice and soggy, huh!”

“Mmmhmm.”

We head back to the dining room, Danielle and all the other kids are already there, and they look to us as we enter. Danielle laughs, Tanya giggles.

“I wondered if that was the reason he asked you to help him. Jamie, you already know you're not supposed to be wearing diapers during the day, but, as a special treat, I suppose you can today.”

“Can I too.” All three Baby Girls ask, the only one who didn't is Tanya, but, if she wanted to, she wouldn't bother asking.

“I suppose so, but only today, okay.”

“Okay.” They all say, and run to their bedrooms to get diapered. They never asked for help, yet not even ten minutes later, all three of them come out in their diapers, Jane in a Goodnite, Sam and Sarah in their size seven Rascals, same as Johnny's wearing, and all three of them are wearing only shorts over top of their diapers too, also with the bands purposely showing well, so, we're all the same. I hope I'm not creating a new fashion for the house, though I truly do consider this to be the very best fashion, and wish all boys dressed like that.

When they all get back, their breakfast is already ready for them, so, they eat up, having to be warned to slow down again, and they got seconds, but no more. They all get lots to drink, since they can get that themselves from the water cooler, and they all have their own sippy cups, so that it doesn't get spilled everywhere.

“So, I gotta go get ready for work pretty quick here, but, what are your plans for the day Tanner?” Tim asks.

“I brought a couple good books to read, so probably just sit down by the creek and actually do something I don't think I've ever done before, and that's just to kick back and relax.”

“Yeah, when you asked me if you could come up for a visit, you said you'd still never taken a day off, other than a few when Jake was really sick and needed your help, and then the two days both before and after the funeral, which I doubt very seriously were good days off, otherwise you've been working since you were seventeen I guess it was when that firm hired you right from school, and you said you often put in twelve hour plus days, six, and sometimes seven days a week, that's even more than I work. I have taken vacations though, we try and go away for at least one week every summer.”

“Yeah, I'm starting to wonder why I bother, killing myself to make a living. I mean, I make a damn good living now. Last year, I cleared a little under five hundred thousand, but, I missed so much too. Look at all that time that I coulda been spending with Jake instead. We had no idea our time was so limited, but, I shoulda known, life is precious and cannot be wasted. Mom taught us that far sooner than I ever cared to learn it, and then I go and squander what little time Jake and I had, working. For what? A good bank account.” I say, and I know I have tears streaming down.

“Yeah, hence the reason I spend so much time with my family. We miss having Shannon at home, but, she was ready to move out. By the way, we just got permission yesterday to start telling people that she's expecting her first child, we're gonna be grandparents.”

“Congratulations. I didn't even know she was seeing someone.” I laugh.

“She's not, and trust me, the last one she dated wouldn't have been able to get her pregnant anyway.” Tim grinned.

“Knew it. She's a full on gay Baby Girl diaper lover, isn't she?” I laughed.

“Yeah, how long had you suspected?”

“Last time I came up for the weekend, I saw all the signs. How come you never told me?”

“She asked me not to tell anyone, because she'd rather tell them herself, not to mention, she said you already knew, that she'd seen the looks you gave her when you visited last. She said she'd suspected since she was seven or eight, admitted it to herself when she was ten, admitted it to us when she was thirteen, though we'd truly known since the was five, and now at eighteen, she's pregnant. A gay diaper loving friend of hers gave her his contribution, and she did all the work herself. They're living together and are gonna raise the Baby together.”

“Yeah, I did know, and suspected since the previous visit as well. That's sweet, and I'm guessing Grant. Why did she wanna move out, anyway?”

“Yep, that's him. I think she wanted to move out mostly for that though, she was ready to start having kids, but, getting all the kids we did kinda pushed her out a little faster than she'd anticipated too. Only by a few months, mind you, she'd already been planning it anyway, the two of them have been best friends since kindergarten, but, they're both fully gay, and usually have other partners. They both work for me, as I think you'll remember, so, they both make good money, and can certainly afford to live on their own. So, yeah, who knew, I'm gonna be a Grandpa.” He says happily.

“Yeah, I remember, I laughed when she was telling me when I visited, that at fifteen, she'd challenged a few guys who were getting all uppity with her about being a female framer, to a framing challenge, you set up the ground rules for them, and watched as she soundly spanked them all, and then when she told them that if they ever try and make fun of her again for being a girl framer and carpenter, that she'd happily bury the claw of her pretty pink hammer into their overly dense Neanderthal foreheads. I laughed so hard.”

“So did I, and I warned them what she was gonna do to them. Oh, they learned all right. Tanya loves coming to work with me as well, and she's getting really bloody good at trim carpentry and shit like that. Hell, she's the one I ask to do almost all the finish work for us now.”

“That's excellent.” I say.

“Yeah. So, anyway, I better go get ready for work.”

“Okay.” We all say.

He heads to his bedroom to get out of his now very soggy baby diaper, because I'm willing to bet that he's wet it at least once since he got up, probably two or three times even, and really, why shouldn't he enjoy them fully. He always did when we were kids, he said he's wearing it anyway, so, what does it matter, and I doubt he's changed any. I'd always suspected that he was as much a diaper lover as me, now I'm certain of it. I also suspect the same of Tanya, only time will tell for her though to see where her desires lay. With having so many others in diapers, it won't take her long to figure it out, if she hasn't already, it didn't for her big Baby Sister.

Tim's back out only a few minutes later, dressed and ready for work, says goodbye to everyone, all the kids and Danielle getting hugs and kisses goodbye, he tells them all to behave, and that he's hoping to be home no later than noon, Tanya snorts at being told to behave. Then he's gone.

“Well all, I'm gonna head down to the motor home and sit back, relax, and read.”

“Can come pway pweath?” Johnny asks.

“If it's okay with your Aunt, and as long as you behave, listen, but let me lay back and relax, I have no problems with that. You could probably play in the sand by the creek, I saw there were a whole bunch of sand toys there anyway.”

“Me too.” The other four all ask as one.

“Sure, same thing, though.”

“I have no problem with it, I might even kick back, relax, and have a nice long hot bath. Man, I have that big beautiful jetted soaker tub, and I haven't gotten to enjoy it even so much as once for more than a year.” Danielle says happily.

“Go for it. I'm sure I can wrangle the kids for a few hours. As long as they promise to behave, otherwise they'll haveta come sit on their beds and not play with any toys for at least a couple hours.” I say, looking to each one, to make sure that they understand.

“Yippee.” They pretty much all say together.

Tanya even decides to go kick back and relax for a bit. I couldn't help but to notice that she's diapered too, only she'd tried to hide it. Danielle saw that I noticed, grinned, and just shook her head. I've long suspected that she's a different sort of diaper lover, and wonder if Tim truly does still wet the bed, or just loves diapers so much still, and she loves diapering him. I lead all five of the Babies down to the creek, I pull out the lounge chair and set it up, and just as I'm about to sit down, I see that Johnny's about to go into the creek.

“Nope, you're not allowed in the water Johnny, stay only on the bank, playing only in the sand please.”

“Need wadder.” Is all he says.

“Well, I suppose if you need water, you can go to the waters edge, dip a bucket in, and get some. I want you all to take off your shoes though, and no actually going in the water. It's really low right now, but, I know none of you can swim, so, it could still be super dangerous for you to go into it, and I don't really feel like rescuing anyone today, okay.”

“Okay.” They all say together, and then take off their shoes, which had only been Crocs with no socks anyway, since not one of them can tie shoe laces, in fact, Tim had told me they even have issues with Velcro fasteners. Really, Crocs are fully capable and happy getting wet, but, the one time I wore them and they got wet, I thought that they were super uncomfortable, and because my feet slipped in them so much, it gave me a few good blisters, so, no thanks, and the Babies all seem to be more than happy with going completely bare footed.

They all slip off their shoes, and then Johnny dips his bucket into the water and carries it back up to where he's playing, naturally spilling half of it on the walk back. It's cute. I lay back with my book, but am watching the kids more than really reading, and for some reason I'm okay with that. They're all having a great time though, playing, kinda sorta together, yet separate, I allowed them to wander around some to get rocks and sticks, and because there's a few sand and dirt toys for them all to play with, they're all perfectly content to play happily. They're laughing, talking to each other as best they all can, and it really does sound as if a group of preschool aged kids are playing, not that I've ever heard that personally, mind you, but, this is how I would imagine it. Even Jamie and Jane, who are already teens, talk, act, and play as if they're just real little kids too. I ended up just setting my book aside, and just sit back and enjoy watching and listening to them as they play.

Right now they're all super happy, but, Tim had told me that given that they're all truly so young in mind, that they still all have the toddler tantrums and meltdowns, and while they're getting better as they all heal some, they do still happen. I've never gotten to spend any actual time with children, of any age to tell the truth, but, hearing them all giggle and play happily is doing something to me. It makes me feel all happy inside. I haven't been feeling that a lot lately, in fact, lately, the sadness and depression has gotten pretty bad, hence needing a vacation. The last year and a half while Jake had been getting progressively sicker and sicker, not knowing if he'd get the transplant or not that would hopefully help him, then getting it and being relieved, to only lose him not even a month later because it was just too late, it was hard on me. Harder on him, I know, but, now he's gone and gets to rest, and I still have to move on, he told me to, to grieve for the time needed, but then to find a new Baby Boyfriend, and move on, how it should be. I haven't felt happy in too long, though, and hearing the laughter of children makes me feel happy.

Jake and I'd talked about one day adopting kids, he said we could be great parents, but, I wasn't so sure of that. Now, the words of my Brother keep echoing in my mind. Would I take Johnny? How could I though, I can't rip him away from his family, that'd be unfair to them all, which means I'd haveta sell off and quit everything I know and love, and move here, to a town still more than a couple hundred thousand people away from being allowed to call themselves an actual city, even though it's probably the largest town in the area, and do call themselves a city anyway. Could I give up the life I've always loved, to move here and be a father.

Well, I haven't been loving life at all lately, of that there's simply no doubt. Even my Boss says the depression in me is showing in my designs. Where I used to be all about lightness in my designs, now they're heavy and almost dark feeling. I suppose that's just how my soul feels right now. That's why I needed to get away. Five out of seven mornings this past couple weeks, I've cried and hadta force myself to go to work. I've been putting in at best eight hours a day, still six or seven days a week, mind you, whereas I used to work sometimes as much as sixteen. I was depressed, but, hearing the laughter of children is healing me. I had no idea that was even a remote possibility.

Before I know it, I hear Tim coming home, I look at my phone, and realize that I've been sitting here watching the kids playing happily, and they'd stayed playing the entire time, for nearly six and a half hours, since it's just a few minutes after twelve thirty.

He comes down to where I'm sitting as soon as he hops out of his truck.

“How have they been, and have you been here the entire time?”

“Yeah, I have, but they've been great, though. No arguments, no fights, no tears, they've listened well, and I've allowed them to wander a little, just as long as they could still see me and I could see them, then I told them that they were allowed to roam around a little, but, that if at any time I couldn't still see them, that they'd haveta go inside for at least two hours and sit on their beds and not be allowed to play. Twice each, they all asked if they could go just a little deeper into the woods to grab a cool stick or rock that they could see, so, I got up and went with them, and they loved it.”

“That's great. I'm glad you're allowing them just that tiny bit of freedom.”

“I think it's important to treat kids like that, it's how I wanted to be treated, and even though they're all younger in mind, they still want and need the same things.”

“Yes, I agree, which was why I raised you like that, and their therapists all say we needta let them do so, within very strict guidelines as well, and have clearly defined punishments laid out, so that they grow to understand the consequences of their actions. They did warn us to never spank them, though, because, in essence, they're all toddlers or preschoolers in mind, and that sorta punishment truly doesn't work on them, not to mention all the marks they arrived with, says that they were all beaten horribly, and they all still have some of those scars. Not that I'd ever actually hit a child anyway, and I said as much, but they do all love it when I place them over my knee and playfully spank their super soggy baby bums, and then give them big cuddles.”

“Yeah, I used to love that too, and then the hugs you always gave me as well.” I say happily.

“Yeah, they all love that too. Now, did you not see that every last one of them are leaking, or are you just leaving it so that they get to enjoy their diapers fully.”

“Guess.”

“That's what I thought.” He laughs.

“Yeah, but, I saw that you did the same thing this morning too.”

“Yeah.”

“You don't actually wet the bed any more, do you?”

“No, not entirely. That was the reason I started wearing again, though, and it was better than I remembered it being, and now, I just couldn't go without.”

“Do you wear during the day too?”

“Only about once a week or so.”

“And Danielle's a diaper lover in the way that she loves babying good soggy Babies, changing them, making them feel good, isn't she?”

“How long have you suspected?”

“Since you two got together, to tell you the truth. That's when you actually started wetting again, though, isn't it. Which is also why, for some reason, I feel that you're lying to me about how long and how much you wear. Why would you lie to me, about that of all things especially?”

“Because of the shame. I tried my best to make sure no one bullied you, to make you feel like you were normal, but, you needed diapers, I didn't, not even a tiny little bit, not even for wetting the bed, though I told you I was a bed wetter as well, yet I wore them anyway, I wet the bed anyway, and for every hit that I prevented you from getting for being a Baby, I was getting ten more because I was full on Baby Boy diaper lover.” He says.

“Have you seen a therapist yourself to try and help you?”

“Yeah, why do you think I can even wear diapers at all.” He laughs bitterly.

“Oh, I see. Danielle has helped you, your therapist has helped you, even having all the kids around you in diapers is helping you, raising two diaper loving Daughters has certainly helped you, but, you're still not fully healed yourself.”

“No, and I doubt I ever truly will be either. When did you know about Tanya?”

“This morning when she tried to hide the fact that she'd gotten diapered again.”

“Yeah, she usually is, and she wasn't trying to hide it from you, so much as hide it from the others. We're trying to get them to grow up, but, if they just stay in their baby diapers full time, we're pretty sure they never will, or even bother trying for that matter. It's starting to feel like a forlorn hope, and Jamie's the worst of them all in that regard, but, if it were up to me, I wouldn't make them anyway.”

“Did you even attempt to peepee potty train the Girls?”

“Sure, but when Shannon was five, which was when we started peepee potty training both of them, she said that she didn't wanna learn how to peepee on the potty, and so, every year on her birthday, we asked her again, and she always said no thanks. They were both poopy potty trained shortly after they turned three though. Tanya did peepee potty train, sorta, but still she wears most days, just not necessarily every day. She's a full on Baby Girl diaper lover too, don't get me wrong, but, she doesn't always feel the need to wear. She's straight, by the way, and when she finds herself a Baby Boyfriend, and trust me, she's searching, we're gonna haveta watch out for her, because I think she'll end up pregnant shortly thereafter. Danielle already has her on birth control even, she's a right horny little Baby Girl, much like her Mother was really, well, me too I suppose.” He laughs.

“Oh, the poor Baby Boy who catches her eye is gonna be right drained, but, I'm betting he'll die happily.” I laugh.

“Poor kid's likely to be mummified from how much she's gonna drain him. Danielle's hadta buy her a couple toys now, she can't get enough.”

“Yeah, I know what that's like.” I laughed.

I guess the apple orchard we have is much the same, and as such, the apples sure didn't fall far from their trees, because we're truly all diaper lovers and totally insatiable, though, not all gay or straight, so, we're all at least a little different too, which is great too.

“No shit. Why don't you go ahead and gather up all the kids and come on up to the house for lunch.”

“Okay.”

Tim heads up first, and then, as soon as he's gone, I head to where the Babies are playing.

“Okay Babies, time to go in for lunch, and it sure looks like five very good Babies need super soggy baby bum changes too. You've all started to leak by the looks of it, you shoulda told me that you'd started leaking, so that you could go get changed.”

“Okay.” They all say together.

They just grab their shoes, not even bothering to put them on, and we all walk up to the house together. When we get there, I ask Jamie and Jane to change Samantha and Sarah, then change themselves, while I'll go get Baby Johnny all taken care of. I then tell them to make sure and wash their hands and faces once they're done.

“Come on you.” I say to Johnny, and lead him to his bedroom.

“Otay.”

He jumps on his bed when I tell him to do so, and he lands in super soggy baby bum change position. I remove his wet and dirty shorts, since they'd all gotten good and dirty from playing in the sand for so long, and that's good. His diaper is super bloated now, and it looks very good. Just the way a good little Baby Boys' baby diaper should look, if you ask me at any rate. I open it up, and expose the fact that Johnny is a very happy little gay Baby Boy once again. I laugh at and flick his tiny little boner, and tell him to behave. He gasps from the light flick, and giggles.

I grab a wipe, get him all cleaned up, and then get him diapered up well. Given how hard he is, and how much he'd started panting as I'd simply cleaned him, I'd had to forgo the lotion and cream, but, I did at least sprinkle in some baby powder. I think he realized what I'd done, because he frowns, I just smile warmly to him.

“That's for later when you're alone, okay. Maybe come to your bedroom after lunch, close your door, and play with your special little toy for a little bit, okay.”

“Otay.” He says, I know he'd wanted me to make him have that most special feeling, but, I won't do that to him, at least purposely.

We head out, and Danielle and Tanya have a really good lunch ready for all of us, so, that's great. I help to dish up for the little Babies, and then we all dish up as well, and have a good lunch together. As soon as we finish eating, I ask the little Babies to help me to clean up, and they all happily do so.

When we're done, I pick Johnny up and whisper into his ear, “I can still see that you're a very hard little Baby Boy inside your cute little baby diaper, so, why not go to your bedroom, make sure and close your door, and play with your special little toy for a bit so that it can go soft, okay.”

“Oh, otay.” He says happily, I'm guessing he feels that he very much needs to, because as soon as I set him down, he scampers to his bedroom.

I watched, and he closed his bedroom door, but, not all the way, it didn't latch. I leave him for just two minutes, and then go peek in his bedroom, and he has one hand in the front, mauling his little pampered peepee, while the other's in the back, and though I can't tell how many fingers he has inside himself, I know that he's slipping them all in as far as he can, and is really finger fucking himself good and proper and full. He slipped into his little baby boygasm then, and that's when I leave him to his fun and games, I don't need to be spying on him any more than he needs to be spying on me, I was just curious if he'd finger fuck himself too, because I'd strongly suspected that he does so, since I'd seen the signs already, and now I know.

It took well over thirty minutes for Johnny to exit from his bedroom, he looks very well ravished and at peace, I damn near laughed. I picked him up as soon as he got to me, I'm sitting on the couch, I pull him to me and he cuddles right in, and I whisper into his ear once again. “Feel better now Baby?”

“Mmmhmm.” He sighs deeply.

“Good, just remember, that's the sorta play time that you always do alone, in your bedroom, with your door closed, okay.”

“Otay.”

“And tell me Baby, do you slip your fingers deep inside your good little baby bum hole as well when you play?”

“Oh yeah.” He moans.

“Nice, how many?”

He holds up his hand, and puts up four fingers.

“That's a lot for your little baby bum, I hope you're not hurting yourself.”

“No, feeowe weewee dood.”

“Yeah, know how you feel as well.” I laugh.

“Mmmm, dood.” He sighs again, and then barely seconds later, he's bloody well snoring, the little guy wore himself out so much that he's passed out. I could only laugh, internally of course, but, I just hold him as he has a well deserved nap, from being exceptionally sexually satisfied.

I only allow Johnny to sleep for about half an hour before I gently wake him up. As soon as he is, I give him a kiss to the tip of his nose, and tell him to hop down and go play. I get up to go see what Tim and Danielle are up to. Tanya's in her room, doing work on her computer, I think Tim said she's doing extra school work, even during the summer, so to graduate early.

They were sitting in the nice covered screened in back porch, both are sipping on coffee, chatting happily. I sit down and join them.

For the rest of the day, we all had a really good day together, and at bedtime, I ended up having to change both Jamie and Johnny again, both of them would've cum had I allowed them to, but I just tell them to behave, and then to play once I'm gone, and I'm certain that as soon as I closed their bedroom doors, that they did so happily. I myself had had to go down and change my mega soggy baby diaper just before dinner time, and I even said that I had to do so. I wasn't even the least bit surprised when Johnny asks if he can come with me, nor that he frowns miserably when I say that he can stay here and play. I almost laugh, the poor horny little guy. He seriously needs a Baby Boyfriend already, but, finding one for him might be a challenge, I mean, how many other five to six year olds will there be that are as supremely horny and insatiable as he is, and obviously we needta find him another sexy little gay Baby Boy diaper lover who matches his hotness, and that in and of itself may not be easy. When I get back, I'm once again in my double mega thick baby diaper, and I'd put on exactly the same shorts again, so, my diaper shows proudly and properly, since I can and should show it off here, though, it's making poor Johnny supremely horny, and yes, I know it's probably a little mean to do that to him, but, it's good for him too.

I go and join Tim and Danielle in the screened in porch again, and we kick back, relax and talk even more.

“So, how come it doesn't seem as if you have lotsa toys for the Babies?” I ask.

“They have lots, they're mostly in their bedrooms and whatnot, and you hadta notice how many were in the living room.” Danielle says.

“Yes, just not as many as I thought five Babies would have.”

“We've just never really felt the need to give them lotsa toys, they all have great imaginations, and can play for hours with what toys they do have. What toys we've gotten for them are just good learning ones mostly, to try and help them to grow up and learn at least as much as we can.” Tim says this time.

“Yeah, I noticed that too. That's good. Of course I saw that there were some good trucks and whatnot down by the creek, where I'm guessing they all liketa play lots, but, not really a lot, and they all hadta share a lot.”

“Yeah, but of course one of us hasta be down there at all times with them, and we simply don't always have that much time to dedicate to watching them.” Danielle admits.

“No, of that I'm certain. I think I have some good ideas though, that'll help them with their playing and building their self sufficiency, yet allow you to also get other shit done around the house without having them under your feet at all times.”

“What?” They both ask.

“You'll find out when and if I manage to find it all. I think I'll ask Tanya to be my guide and my helper tomorrow morning, and we'll go out and get some stuff that I think will help all of you. It's things I thought of while watching the kids play this morning.”

“Oh, okay, you just don't needta spend a shit load of money on things, they do very well with what they already have, and they really don't need that much more.”

“I know, and I won't, I'll try and keep it to under a hundred thousand dollars.”

“Oh, with such a small budget in mind, you're certainly not gonna get very much, are you.” Danielle snorts.

“No shit, this inflation really sucks.” I laugh.

We continue talking and laughing, until I admit that I really do needta get to bed, so, we say goodnight, and I head down, though this time I asked if I can borrow a flashlight, and Tim hands me a good one. When I get to the motor home, I strip off my shorts, grab my dildo and lube, and proceed to fuck myself to five spectacular gay baby boygasms, enjoying every drop of cum that I spray all over my front side as I do so. I clean up, make sure my baby diaper's positioned properly, and then pass out. I'd desperately needed that, I've hardly cum since well before Jake died.