My name is Brian and this is a story about my adventures with a very unusual family. It began when my family moved from Minnesota to Maryland because my father got a new job. I was not happy about moving, naturally, because I had to move away from my old friends. But anyway, we were here and I had to “make the best of it,” as my parents told me. I was an only child and my first weeks in my new home were lonely. I knew that there were other kids in the neighborhood, but I had never moved before and did not know how to approach them.

Then came my first day at my new school. I was twelve years old and in 7th grade. The first thing my homeroom teacher did was to ask who was new to the area. I reluctantly raised my hand along with one other boy. We were asked where we came from and I said I came from Minnesota. The other boy, whose name was John, said that he came from a town about 50 miles away. Finding neither of us very talkative, the teacher proceeded to the usual school talk of where we were supposed to be when, what was allowed and what wasn’t, and other mundane things.

I had Math first, and then Science and the next period was Gym. I went and found my locker, and John was right next to me. “Hi, John,” I said, deciding to try to be sociable. “Hi, Brian,” John said. I stripped off my clothes and started putting on my Gym shorts. John stripped, too. Then I saw that he was wearing a diaper! Suddenly I found myself with a boner, which was quite noticeable through my shorts. One of the other kids noticed John’s diaper too and said, loudly, “Kid’s wearing a diaper over here!” Immediately every kid in the locker room showed up for a peek. John stood up and looked at them, and then put on his gym shorts. He didn’t look the least bit embarrassed.

We played touch football, and a bunch of the kids decided that John’s diapered butt was fair game. Still, John was good, and not many kids managed to touch him anywhere. After the game we hit the locker rooms again for showers. We all stripped and John un-taped his diaper, which was pretty soggy looking, but not messy. He rolled it up and put it in the trash, and we headed for the showers. When we were done and dry, John took a clean diaper out of his locker and tried to put it on. He seemed to be having trouble with it, though so I said, “Can I help you with that, John?” “Sure, why not? Thanks.” I got his diaper nice and tight and then we both finished dressing.

Lunch was next and I asked John to join me. On our way to lunch, two boys, named Matt and Vince, confronted John. “Hey, Diaper Boy! Let us feel your diapered butt!”

John turned and faced the two boys. I turned around and stood next to John. “Brian, let me handle these guys by myself, please,” He said. I stepped away and the two boys stepped closer to John. One of the boys lunged at John, but John easily sidestepped him. Then both boys lunged together, but with a combination of weight shifting and leg action, both of them ended up on the floor. John held out his hand to help one of them up. “No hard feelings,” John said. Just because a guy wears diapers, doesn’t make him a wuss.” The wide-eyed bullies turned and left.

“That was pretty fancy footwork, John,” a voice said behind us. We turned and saw Coach Davidson coming toward us.

“I would have stopped that fight, but you seemed to the situation under control. I am starting a soccer team on Saturdays and I bet you would be good at the game. If you are interested, show up this Saturday at 10:00 AM. You, too, Brian,” the coach said.

“That sounds like fun!” John said. “We’ll ask our parents.”

I decided to ask my parents if I could invite John over after school or on the weekend. I asked John for his phone number and gave him mine.

“Did you make any new friends today?” my Mom asked.

“Yes, I met a really nice guy and he’s new around here too. Could I ask him to come over after school tomorrow?”

“I don’t see why not,” my Mom replied.

I phoned John and asked him if he could come over, but he asked me if I could come to his house instead. I asked my Mom and she said that was fine with her, and so the next day after school I got off the bus at John’s house. John led me to his back yard and I saw three diapered boys playing. There was a girl of about thirteen sitting on bench reading. A friendly looking lady came out of the house with a tray full of lemonade.

“That’s my Foster Mom, Mrs., Olson,” He said. My foster father is still at work. The kids are my foster brothers and my foster parents daughter, Sue. Come on. I’ll introduce you to everybody.”

John introduced me to his foster mother, his sister, Sue, and his brothers, Josh, Pete, and Joey. Josh was eleven years old, Pete was nine, and Joey was seven.

“We have a big brother, too, but he went to college this fall. He’s eighteen years old!”

He told me that Sue, and his brother, Steve, were his foster parents’ natural children. When Steve was injured in a car accident, at the age of eleven, he became incontinent and needed to wear diapers all the time. After taking care of Steve, the Olson’s decided to become foster parents and take care of other kids who wore diapers.

I felt a little out of place, since I was the only boy who was not in diapers.

“We’ll make an exception of you today,” John said, “but boys in this house are not permitted to use the toilet. Of course, if you are willing, we would be happy to have Sue put a diaper on you.”

I didn’t know if he was joking or not. We all played touch football for a while. The Olson’s had a big yard with a high fence and so the boys played in just their diapers while I played in my gym shorts.

“You boys are due for a change!” Sue called out.

We all went in the house. The boys shared two bedrooms. John and Josh had one room and Pete and Joey had the other. Mrs. Olson herded Pete and Joey into their room and Sue led John and Josh into theirs. I wondered if I should wait outside, but John told me to come on in.

I watched as Sue changed Josh and then John. They both obviously enjoyed her attentions! When she was done she said, “And what about the “new boy?” “We can’t have him running around like that!”

“How about it Brian? Want to give it a try? It is really fun!”

“Er, would I have to tell my Mom?”

“Only if you want to. It wouldn’t be doing anything wrong,” Sue said.

By this time, I was really excited and wanted to be put in a diaper like the other boys.

“Okay. I’ll try it!” I said.

I lay down on the bed and let Sue pull down my pants. They she rubbed baby oil on me. Wow! That felt good. Then she powdered me and put a really thick cloth diaper over my really hard erection. Next she slipped some plastic pants on me. They were clear plastic, and you could see the tent shape of the diaper where my erection was.

“We had better take care of these before we do anything else,” said John pointing to his own erection.

The three of us all lay down on a big blanket and he and Josh began rubbing the front of their diapers. I followed their lead, and after a while there were satisfied sighs all around. The inside of my diaper felt wet and sticky.

“You look good in that diaper, Brian,” John said. “Of course, the fun part is using it!”

“You mean I get to actually use the diaper?” I asked.

“Sure! That is what diapers are for!” Josh said.

“Do you feel as if you have to pee?” John asked.

“Now that you mention it, I do. I thought I was going to have to unpin the diaper.”

“Good. Since you haven’t wet a diaper in a long time, you will have some inhibitions about it. I’ll take you into the bathroom, but instead of taking your diaper off, just stand over the toilet and pretend you are peeing in it. Only, you will wet your diaper instead!”

We went into the bathroom and there was a pink toilet seat with “NO BOYS!” painted on it. We lifted the lid and I stood there trying to get my bladder to relax. Then John turned on the water faucet. That helped and soon I was flooding my first diaper since toddler-hood! It felt heavenly!

“How is it that you all wear diapers?” I asked John later.

“We each have a different reason. I had a bad injury to my bladder and lost one kidney. That left me incontinent.”

“Was it a car accident?” I asked.

“No,” John said, and did not elaborate so I left it at that.

“Josh had a bad injury to his rectum and couldn’t hold his poop anymore,” said John. Some of us are incontinent for urine only, but we all poop in our diapers as well as wetting them. This is a Diaper Foster Home, after all. No boys use the toilet here, except for Mr. Olson.”

My Mom had made me promise to do my homework at John’s house before I came home, so we all began working. We had some history pages to read on Ancient Egypt, which was one of my favorite subjects. I soared through it, while I could see that John had to keep looking up answers to the questions. I was halfway through my math assignment when John finished the history, but he quickly caught up to me when he started his math homework so we were both done at about the same time.

It was almost time for me to go home. My diaper was thoroughly soaked! Still, I hated to take it off.

“Sue should take it off you anyway. She likes doing that,” John said. He called Sue and asked her to un-diaper me.

“Okay,” she said, but it is going to feel really strange to not re-diaper him!”

I lived only a few blocks away and John and Josh walked back to my house with me. They were fully clothed now, of course! It was almost dinnertime so they didn’t come into my house with me. I hoped that I would get to spend a lot of time with my new “Foster Friends.”