Summary: Coming home with his first box of Pampers, Mike is stopped by his neighbor and wets his pants while talking to her.

I had been obsessed with wearing diapers for years and wore them any chance I could get. But today was going to be the first time I ever purchased my own and even though I was in grade 3 I couldn't shake my love of diapers. I had it all planned out (where I would buy them, how much they cost etc.) but I was still a little nervous....

I was determined though and once school was out I bee-lined for the grocery store as fast as my bike would carry me. Even though I had to pee really badly I decided to go straight to the store instead of stopping to use the washroom. I just kept picturing myself in my room happily peeing in my diaper. I entered the store and headed straight for the diaper aisle. I picked up a box of Pampers, toddler plus diapers (the largest they made at that point) and walked to the checkout. The clerk didn't even bat an eye as I paid for my diapers, which made me, relax a little (I was worried about what I would say if I was asked about them). I hopped on my bike and rode home, the need to pee building all the time. I rounded the corner of my block, I was home free. Suddenly fate threw me a curve, my neighbor was in her front yard and came over to talk to me as I was pulling into the driveway. She was 32 and nice enough but her timing was really lousy. As she babbled on about this and that I could feel my bladder was nearly at the bursting point. I was trying to subtly inch away and it seemed to work. Suddenly Barb (neighbor) turned back to me, "So who are the diapers for?" she asked. My mind was racing; she knew my family too well for me to easily come up with a believable story. I stood there holding the box of diapers, staring blankly at Barb when I felt a strange sensation in my crotch. It was a warm, wet sensation...and it was spreading. I WAS PEEING MY PANTS! I froze, unable to say or do anything other than pee my pants. Both her gaze and mine fell to my crotch simultaneously as we each confirmed that I was indeed peeing in my pants. When our eyes met again she immediately knew whom the diapers were for. She put her arm around me and led me inside her house saying, "Its OK." She led me to the bathroom, taking the box from my hand, "Now you get cleaned up and give me your pants and underwear so I can put them in the wash." I pulled down my pants to reveal my white Hanes, stained yellow and soaked with urine. I passed them out to her and she put them in the washer. Next, she opened the bathroom door and led me to the living room and made me lie on the floor. I noticed that she had opened my box of diapers and had one in her hand. As soon as my butt hit the floor she pulled the front of the diaper up between my legs and fastened the tapes noting how well they fit me. "There you go." she said. I got up and sat down beside her on the couch. We sat together for a couple of minutes in awkward silence before Barb spoke, "I want to ask you something," she began, "Now you don't need to wear diapers do you? I'm sure your parents would have mentioned it by now. So I assume that you want to wear them and that you bought them yourself because you didn't want your parents to know." I nodded in agreement. "I thought as much." she confided. "If you'd like you can come over and wear diapers here anytime." I looked at her in disbelief, "Really?" I asked. "Of course." she replied. "Actually, would you mind watching TV for a little bit by yourself while I go to the store?" "OK." I replied. Barb gave me a glass of juice and patted me on the head before she left. I drank the juice and watched cartoons until she came back. "Did you miss me?" Barb asked as she walked in carrying a shopping bag and another box of Pampers. After putting down her shopping, Barb asked me to stand up. She stuck her fingers between my diaper and my thigh. When she saw the confused look on my face she said, "Sorry, I was just checking to see if you were wet." Barb went to put my clothes in the dryer. While she was gone I felt a strong urge to pee, I was just about to get up and go to the washroom when I remembered I was wearing a diaper.

I relaxed my bladder and moments later I was rewarded with a small trickle of pee. I closed my eyes so I could concentrate on the sensations. As the flow grew I could feel it running down my tiny scrotum where it was absorbed by the diaper's padding. I opened my eyes and looked at my crotch. A dark, yellow patch was spreading across my diaper. I loved the warm, damp, squishy feeling that my diaper now had along with the aroma that only Pampers has, combined with the faint scent of urine. I was still peeing when Barb came back. "How are you doing?" she inquired as she came over and saw the condition of my diaper. "Oh, wet I see. Well come lie down and I'll change that wet diaper for you," she said, kneeling down and patting the carpet. "I'm still peeing." I told her. "Oh, well. Why don't you lie down anyway? You can still finish peeing." I got up and waddled over to Barb and lay down pissing myself the whole time. Once I was lying down and she was kneeling between my legs I finally stopped peeing. "I think we'd better wait a second to make sure that your diaper has absorbed it all. We don't want any leaks." After about a minute she ripped the tapes open and slowly pulled down the front of my diaper. She wiped my crotch with a couple of wet-naps, unfolded one of the Pampers from the open box and switched it for the wet one I was lying on. "Lift up," she asked, so she could clean my butt. She produced a large container of baby powder, "Don't want you to get a rash...," she commented as she sprinkled me with it. She rubbed it in before drawing the front of my diaper up between my legs and taped it snugly in place. "Stand up and let me see how it fits." I did as I was told and turned around so she could get a good look. "I can't believe how well these diapers fit you. You'd almost think that they were made for 7 year-olds." There was a full- length mirror nearby, so I took a good look at myself. I looked like your typical 7 year old from the waist up, but where my shirt stopped so did the image of a 7 year old. Instead of shorts or pants the gleaming white plastic backing of Pampers greeted my gaze. From the waist down I looked like a big toddler, my diaper bulged out in the back and the thickness of the padding prevented me from closing my legs and made me waddle when I walked. The sweet smell of Pampers and baby powder surrounded me and they crinkled loudly every time I moved. I loved the way they felt against my skin, I was in heaven. The only negative thing was having to wait until I had to pee again; I never wanted to pee anywhere but in my diapers again. I remember staring at my reflection, wishing I could wear diapers 24/7 forever. Barb gave me a knowing look as if she could read my mind.

She helped me to my feet and told me to sit on the couch while she got me another bottle.

While she was in the kitchen I could hear her talking on the phone, "...Oh its no problem at all I just thought you might like the night off. Really? That's great I'll see you on Monday, bye." Barb came in a moment later bottle in hand and said, "I have some great news for you... are you ready?" I nodded my head in agreement while she handed me the bottle and sat down beside me. "I just talked to your mom and she agreed to let you spend the whole weekend here, starting tonight. Tomorrow you'll go to school and afterward you get to spend the entire weekend here wearing diapers. Doesn't that sound great?"

It took me a second to fully comprehend what Barb was saying but as soon as she said I could spend the whole weekend wearing diapers I decided that I had never heard such good news. I smiled around the nipple of my bottle and continued drinking.

"If you're spending the weekend here we need to get some extra supplies..." Barb commented absent-mindedly while she headed for the phone. A few seconds later she was talking on the phone again, "Hi Trudy? It's Barb. Look I have a favor to ask you can I come over? No you'll understand better when we get there. OK see you in a few minutes." Barb came back into the living room a few seconds later with a big grin on her face, "Mike, how would you like to come meet a friend of mine?" Before I could even answer she had gathered up her purse and keys and was ushering me towards the door. I wasn't too keen on going outside with nothing on over my diaper but didn't get a chance to argue about it before we were both in Barb's pickup truck and were headed for Trudy's.

Trudy and Barb were old friends and when Barb wasn't too busy sometimes she would help Trudy out. Unbeknownst to me, Trudy ran a daycare out of her home so I wasn't going to be too much of a shock for her.

Barb and I pulled up into Trudy's driveway. Trudy's house was larger than Barb's but not as large as mine. It was a 2-story house with big picture windows and a large, completely fenced-off back yard. Barb could tell that I was hesitant about going inside and ruffled my hair saying, "Don't worry you have nothing to be afraid of. Trudy's a really nice lady I'm sure you two will get along fine." I wasn't convinced but I had no choice so I got out of the truck and followed Barb to the front door. Barb had already rung the doorbell and as soon as I was at her side the door slowly opened revealing a woman who wasn't much taller than Barb but was considerably better looking. "Trudy this is Mike." Barb said once we were inside, then she turned to me, "Mike, this is Trudy."

Trudy offered me her hand to shake, "Its nice to meet you, Mike." She gestured us into the living room, "Please come in, and sit down." I noticed that Trudy hadn't said a word about the fact that I was wearing a diaper although I could tell that it hadn't escaped her attention. One of the first things I noticed upon entering this house was the unmistakable scent of baby powder and once we entered the living room I also spotted a playpen up against one wall and what could only be a changing table just beside the doorway into the kitchen. I assumed (incorrectly) that Trudy had a baby.

Barb cut into my thoughts suddenly inquiring, "Mike would you like to come sit on the couch with me or would you prefer the playpen?" Not exactly sure what to say in front of this stranger or quite what was going on at this point I elected to stay on the couch.

No sooner had I sat down than Trudy blurted out, "OK Barb. Tell me about Mike... I know he's not yours and he looks to be about 6, so what's with the diapers?"

"I've told you about Marge across the street right?" Barb asked rhetorically. "Well, Mike is her son and this afternoon I just happened to bump into him just as he was approaching his house with a box of Pampers in his hands. I was asking him what the diapers were for when he started peeing in his pants. So I brought him over to my house, cleaned him up and put him in diapers. When he told me that he had bought the diapers because he liked them and wanted to wear them I decided that I'd call his mother and ask if I could keep him for the weekend."