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Diapered At The Mall

Author: WingZ

Steve is an average kid by most respects. And like most average kids, he enjoys going to the mall. However, there is just one problem. Every time he is at the mall, he somehow winds up in diapers. Over the years and several mall visits, Steve begins to enjoy diapers and sets his sights on becoming a full-time diaper wearer and mallrat. Join him in his adventures, both pleasurable and painful, happy and humiliating. Either way, it's a lot of fun.

NOTE: This story contains diaper wearing, punishment, and minor vulgarisms. If this offends you, do not read. It is completely fiction.


Ah, the mall. Shopping made easy and fun. Magnet to those in search of holiday gifts. Haven to teenagers. To most kids my age, the mall means fun. To me it means something else as well: diapers.

Allow me to explain. My name is Steve and I'm 14 years old. I'm pretty much a normal kid as far as most things go. As I mentioned before, I like to go to the mall frequently. It seems that every time I venture there, I wind up in diapers. Sometimes by accident, sometimes by my own doing. Sometimes it winds up being a fun, wacky, long lasting tale and other times it is a living hell. Let me share with you a few of my memories there.

Chapter 1

The first time I can actually remember being at the mall was when I was about 2. It was a nice spring day, and we went as a family. My mom changed my diaper before we left and buckled me in my car seat. My sister, Leeann, who was 4 1/2 at the time sat next to me and entertained me. The closest mall, Fairfield Mall, was about 20 minutes from where we lived, so it wasn't too long of a drive.

When we got there, I was taken out of my car seat and placed in my stroller. We entered the mall and I remembered that was when I was instantly hooked. The sights, the sounds, and oh yes all the people were enough to stimulate any toddler. I knew that I was going to have a lot of fun.

Unfortunately, the fun took awhile to begin. We went to Macy's first and it was quite boring. That and people kept on looking at me and commenting how cute I was. I remember becoming antsy, and after waiting due time, I began to cry and throw a fit.

"Shh!" said my mom.

"Maybe I should take him," said my dad. He was after all a male and realized that women took forever to shop and that it could be quite boring watching them.

"No, Stevie's not going to make any more noise because he's a good baby," said mom. "Right Stevie?"

I continued bawling until she at last shoved a pacifier in my mouth. I threw it down and my mom gave me a bit of a dirty look. "Leeann, dear, could you put that back in his mouth and fasten it so it doesn't get lost again?"

"OK, mommy." My sister picked it up and stuck it back in my mouth. She then fastened it around the back of my head, effectively gagging me and forcing me to be quiet. I couldn't take it out, nor could I get up and toddle away as I was fastened to the stroller by a seat belt. I had little else to do but sit there.

Well, actually there was something I could do. I felt a mild sensation that told me that I had to go potty, as my parents put it. They had made an effort to begin my potty training, but I didn't take too well to it. I much preferred the comfort and security of a diaper to the impersonal feeling of that decrepit hole. So I relaxed and pushed a big and soon began peeing my diaper. I pooped in it as well, pushing out a big smelly mess.

What I had done was noticed as we were just leaving Macy's. "Mommy, Stevie pooped his diaper," announced Leeann.

"OK, why don't you come into the girl's room with me and go potty while I change him."

"I don't hafta go," she said, proudly announcing her success in toilet training.

"Then you can wait outside with your dad."

My mom grabbed the diaper bag from under the stroller, unbuckled me and picked me up. I was much dismayed when I saw she was carrying me into Macy's. I struggled to break free of her but to no avail. We entered the ladies' room and found a baby changing shelf. Mom put me down there while she got out the diapering supplies. She unsnapped my shortalls and pulled them down exposing my dirty diaper. That was soon untaped and discarded. Mom took the pacifier out of my mouth and began wiping my messy bottom. The motion of the wipe felt very good and I began to coo. She powdered me too and put a fresh diaper on me (I believe it was a Huggies). Since it was such nice weather, she decided to leave my shortalls off. She gave me a bottle of juice to drink before we left the bathroom. I was feeling much better.

When we got back to my dad, Leeann began bugging my parents to go to the toy store. They gave their approval and set me back in the stroller. We got to KB Toys and Leann rushed in. She was very excited by all the toys there, as was I. One particular toy, which I think was some Lego assembly with a lot of lights particularly got my attention, and I kept on attempting to reach for it.

I was let out of my stroller and allowed to toddler around the store a bit while my parents contemplated getting gifts for em and Leeann. Many people commented on how cute a baby I was, and I believe that strongly influenced my parents' decision. While I didn't end up with the Legos, I did get a nice bouncing ball.

That pretty much wrapped up my first visit to the mall. I was pretty sad when we left, and I was determined to get back there someday. Even if it meant going to Macy's. It was a risk I was willing to take.

Chapter 2

My second visit to the mall occurred when I was 4 1/2 or so. It was a rather hot day and in the middle of summer. A lot had happened since my last visit. I was walking, talking, and using the toilet nowadays. Getting me potty trained was no easy ordeal, as I was unwilling to give up my diapers. However, once I tried the toilet a couple of times I realized it wasn't so bad. Besides, all my friends were already trained ahead of me.

For some inexplicable reason, I began having accidents (day and night) again 2 weeks before my 2nd visit to the mall. It is quite normal for children who have recently been potty trained (I was a mere 8 months ago) to do this. My parents realized this and didn't get too angry at me; they just made up their mind to put me back in diapers until the phase ended. I wasn't overly wild about the idea at first, then my fond memories of diapers began to come back. Though I secretly wanted them still, I pretended to be reluctant. Unfortunately, the only diapers they were able to get were cheap and ill-fitting. That was one of the reasons for the second visit to the mall.

I was a little apprehensive during the trip there. My sister kept teasing me, but I didn't worry too much about that. I was more concerned about my appearance. At 4 1/2 years old, diapers made you seem more like a baby then a kid, and that wasn't the direction I wanted to be heading in. Or was it? I was pretty small and could pass myself off as a 2 or 3 year old. In which case it would be perfectly natural for me to be wearing diapers. The only things that I could possibly worry about was one of my nursery school friends recognizing me, but that wasn't too likely. Besides, the diapers I had on were pretty damn thin (albeit noisy), so I could probably still hide it anyway.

The mall was even better than I remember it. There were more stores and even a water fountain! Unfortunately, Macy's was there was well. I nearly threw a fit when I found out that was where we were heading. My mom warned me to quiet down or she'd spank me. She issued the same threat to my sister if she didn't stop teasing me.

I was very excited when I noticed that my mom wasn't headed for the women's clothing department in Macy's. Maybe we could be headed someplace fun! We took an escalator up and entered....the baby department?! Why are we headed there?

"Mommy, why are we going to the baby place?" I asked.

"To get you your diapers," she said a little bit more loudly than I would have liked.

"But I'm not a baby."

"I know you're not, but this is where they sell diapers."

I frowned and resigned myself to the fact that this made me a baby. We entered the department and began looking around the diaper section. They had hundreds of different types of diapers in all different sizes. I was amazed!

"Can I help you?" asked a salesperson.

"Yes," my mom answered. "I'm looking for some diapers for my son Steven." She patted me on the head and I blushed.

"Well, how old is he?"

"4 1/2."

"Late trainer? My nephew was the same way."

"No actually he's trained. He's just been having some accidents lately. You know how it is."

"Oh, I see. Well, that shouldn't be too much of a problem. We have a large variety, so we'll start from step 1. Which kind do you prefer, cloth or disposable?"

"Cloth is better for at home, but he has to have something to wear out of the house, so I guess we'll need both."

"Good. Now as far as disposable goes, they have a size chart on the back of these," she said, pointing to a blue package marked Youth Diapers. "But for the cloth we'll have to take some measurements."

"No problem. Steven, pull down your shorts so the nice lady can measure your waist."

"No!" I answered. I knew it usually wasn't a good idea to cross my mom, but I was getting very embarrassed and irritated. My sister giggling at me didn't help matters any.

"Right now, Steven, or you'll get a spanking."

I didn't want to make matters worse any, so I reluctantly lowered my shorts. The cheap, generic diaper I had on was now in plain sight and I felt pretty bad.

"My goodness, he's soaked," exclaimed the salesperson.

"I'll change him once we get this sorted out." A tape measure was run around my waist, and my mom was presented with a dozen thick, snow white cloth diapers in my size. She was also given a few pairs of plastic pants. One clear, one blue, and one pair camouflaged army color. Those I might actually enjoy wearing!

After my diapers were purchased, I was taken to the dressing room. There was a changing table there, which my mom made me lie down on. I asked Leeann if she can leave, but mom said she'd seen me being changed before and it was no big deal. Mom removed my sodden diaper and powdered me pretty well. Next, she took one of the disposable youth- sized diapers and slid it under me. She taped it shut and gave me a moment to adjust. It certainly was thick! I felt like I was sitting on a pillow.

We encountered a problem when trying to get my shorts back on! They wouldn't fit. Much to my dismay, I was told that I would have to wear just my diapers. I felt so embarrassed to be going around in just diapers and pestered my mom frequently about it. Finally, she got really fed up and told me I was a spoiled brat. She dragged me over to a bench, took down my diaper and spanked me right there. Now I was embarrassed and hurting. I threw a bloody fit until we were out of there. During the car ride home I continued to be a spoiled brat and my mom continued to tell em to quiet down until she at last told my sister to quite me down. Leeann took a Ring pop and shoved it gently into my mouth. It was kind of an apology from her for getting me into trouble, and it did its job by shutting me up. I sat quietly the rest of the ride home letting my bottom heal. When I got home, my mom made me go around in that diaper for what seemed like an eternity. I had pooped in it and wet it twice and wanted to be changed. Mom wanted to test out its capacity and refused to do so, so I threw another fit. This time she waited until my dad got home. At that point, my bottom was wiped up, and I was spanked...and placed into extremely thick cloth diapers and plastic pants to wear to bed. I stayed in diapers more or less for the rest of the summer, even though my accidents subsided for that point. It was a bit of a punishment. Needles to say I now resented the mall and was determined to get revenge upon it, as dumb as that sounds.

Chapter 3


I got my chance when I was 7. It was winter and getting close to Christmas. We were going there to do some shopping, and for once I was determined not to go home diapered. I was going to have some fun, whether the mall liked it or not.

When we got to the mall, I was flabbergasted. It was packed with people and decorated for Christmas. Even better was the fact that Santa was there! Mom let me and Leeann sit on his lap while she did her shopping (no Macy's for me, thank God). Unfortunately, the line was obscenely long. Yet we were kids, and to us it was worth it to see the Guy in the Big Red Suit.

We were midway through the line when nature called. I had gone before we left, but that was awhile ago. I didn't want to lose my spot, so I asked Leeann to hold it for me. She agreed, and I was about to leave for the bathroom when an elf told me that if I left I lost my spot.

"No fair!" I protested.

"Take it or leave it, kid," he grumbled.

"You think you can hold it?" Leeann asked.

"Yeah," I said nodding.

As the line got shorter and shorter, my bladder became more and more full I tried the normal technique of shifting from side to side, crossing legs and generally fidgeting to hold it. Thus far it was working. Leeann saw my discomfort and allowed me to get ahead of her. I thanked her and only hoped my bladder would be as kind.

Well, the meant finally came. I was up to Santa and I thought I was going to burst. I crept over to him cautiously and beset myself upon his lap. "Ho ho ho, kid," he said. "What would you like for Christmas?"

"I want," I said trembling. "A Transformer." No sooner was that said then I began peeing myself. Santa looked at me and frowned.

"We've got a wet one!" he exclaimed. "Hey Jerry, get this kid off of me."

The elf from before grabbed me and all but threw me off of him. "Get yourself some diapers for Christmas!" he said brutishly. I was now on the verge of tears. How could Santa Claus be mean! This wasn't right!

"Hey leave him alone," said Leeann above the laughter of other kids.

"You know what, you can leave too," said Jerry.

"No Santa for you," said another elf with a Romanian accent. "Next child!"

I was in tears and began to run away when I ran into mom. "What happened?" she asked me. Leeann caught up and explained. "Well, I'll go talk to the manager and see to it that that mean man gets fired. He has no business around children! Now honey, are you OK?"

"Yes," I sobbed. I was trying to be as big of a boy as I could, but I found it impossible.

"It's not your fault, Steve," said my sister.

I continued to sob until eventually I clamed down. We walked over to a pharmacy and into their bathroom. "Luckily, I got you some new sweat pants," she said. "But you need something to wear under them, and you can't wear those soaked underpants. Now we can get you some new underpants, but the only place here that sells them is the kids department in Macy's." I gasped. It was a real catch 22: wet underpants or Macy's. "But since I know you hate that place, you can wear a diaper instead."

I looked shocked. A diaper? "I know you don't want to be wearing a diaper," said my mom. "But it won't be so bad." I nodded solemnly while my mom sent my sister to get a package of diaper. She returned with a package of Goodnites.

I looked at them and frowned. "They are just your size," said my mom.

"Your worried that people would notice, aren't you?" asked Leeann. I nodded. "Well they won't." I looked at her skeptically. "Here, I'll prove it to you." She pulled off her panties and pulled up her skirt while mom held out a pair of Goodnites. Leeann stepped into them and pulled them up, and her panties up over them. She then paced about the room a few times and asked me if I noticed anything. Her butt bulged out a bit and there was a very slight crinkling sound, but nothing really noticeable.

Now that I was thoroughly convinced that I wasn't going to further embarrass myself, I decided it was my turn to get diapered. I took off my wet clothes, and handed them to mom, who placed them in a plastic bag. Next, I pulled the Goodnite on myself. It felt unusual. It wasn't really like a diaper, but more like a pair of thick underwear. And it still felt nice and cozy too.

Clad in Goodnite and sweatpants, we marched over to Wendy's for lunch. I ordered one of their hamburgers and devoured it pretty quickly. While I was waiting for my mom and sister to finish eating, I soaked my Goodnite. It held it all in and I enjoyed the feeling of the warm wetness around me. It turned out to be a pretty good day at the mall after all.

When we got home, I was sent to my room to change. Mom presumed I'd be putting on normal underwear, but since I liked the Goodnite so much, I decided to put that on instead. I slid it on over me and admired myself in the mirror. Leeann walked in on me while I was modeling. I instantly stopped and looked at her.

"You decided to put on another one?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said, nodding shamefully. I was feeling pretty embarrassed when she lifted up her skirt to show me that she was not only wearing a Goodnite under there, but that it was wet as well!

"You like wearing them too?" I asked.

"I guess so," she confessed. She was blushing a bit. "I was wondering if you could, um, help me change. I had a flashback to when my sister used to change my diapers all the time. This was the first time I'd be changing her. Although, it didn't make me feel any older because I was wearing one as well. I nodded and had Leeann lie down while I lifted the diaper-like garment up off of her. I got another one out of the bag and slid it on her.

That was the only time Leeann joined me in my diaper wearing. I guess she figured she was still kid enough to try it. She did it more as a sign of support then actually enjoying diapers, which I did very much. Of course, if I were to remind her of this incident now, she'd probably kill me.

"There, all set," I said.

As our luck would have it, we got blasted with snow. School was canceled for a little bit and after that we were on Christmas break anyway. We had plenty of time and a lot of it was spent outside in the snow. Since the weather was cold and we were out there so long, I kept on having to go to the bathroom and almost wet myself on more then one occasion. Leeann had similar, but fewer such complaints.

My mom suggested diapering us to make things easier. I eagerly agreed and Leeann went along with it as well. Unfortunately, we were running low on Goodnites. I let Leeann wear those while my mom was able to dig up my diapers from when I was 4 1/2. They were big when we got them and, after layering them, were able to fit me. I was so excited to be wearing my diapers and camouflage plastic pants and playing outside in the snow. We built a snowman and made snow angels, and I peed and pooped when ever I felt like it and was changed by my mom.

By the time Christmas itself finally came, the snow was gone. As a surprise last minute gift, I wound up with new diapers! I got a few other baby items as well (one was by mistake from my senile Aunt Edna). I spent the rest of my break as a baby, with my mom and sister taking care of me. I loved the attention I got when they fed me and changed me. I was beginning to get used to it when I was rudely interrupted by January and a return to school. Damn! Oh well, there's always going back to the mall.

Chapter 4


I next visited the mall several months later. I was 8 1/2 and it was mid October. The purpose of this visit was to pick up Halloween candy to hand out to trick-or-treaters. I was also intent on getting a really cool looking costume. I also had a feeling I'd wind up in diapers.

Our first stop at the mall was the Candy Works. We bought bulk bags of M & M's and Milky Way. Then it was over to Party City for costumes. My sister picked out a pirate costume almost right away, but it took me awhile to find something I liked. As much as I enjoyed diapers, there was no way in hell I was going to dress up as a baby and look stupid in front of my friends.

I was getting frustrated when I came across a really cool skeleton costume. It was black nylon with neon green (glows in the dark) where the bones were. It came with an oversized skull mask. "Mom, can I get that?" I asked.

"Well, I don't know. It is a bit scary looking....."


"All right. Go try it on."

I got into a dressing room and stripped. I then carefully took the costume and put it on. I was surprised to find out that it was one piece and went on like a body suit. It wasn't particularly easy to get into or take off, but I really liked it. I was sure my friends would too.

The only problem I foresaw was going to the bathroom. The costume was a pain to get off and I couldn't hold it all day. Once again, I was presented with a chance to be diapered, and once again I took it. I worked my way out of the costume and put my clothes back on.

"Well, does it fit?" asked my mom.

"Yeah, but it's hard to get into."

"Let me see," she said. She looked it over and noticed the same things I did. "You are going to have a tough time going to the bathroom."

"Maybe you should wear diapers," said my sister. She said it partially to tease me and partially to help convince my mom. It worked pretty well.

"Hmm...that wouldn't be a bad idea. Steven, what do you think?"

"I'll do it," I said. "It's worth it for this costume."

"OK then. Stay right here and I'll be back in a minute."

My mom marched off to the pharmacy and left me and my sister in the store. "Thanks," I told her.

"No problem. That really is a nice costume."

"So is yours."

My mom returned moments later with a package of youth sized diapers. I was a bit embarrassed as everyone in the store knew they were for me. "Go try it on with a diaper," my mom told me.

I hadn't planned on wearing a diaper this early, but hey, what would a trip to the mall be without one. I went back into the dressing room and diapered myself. The diaper fit pretty good and it was very comfortable. I once again worked my way into the costume and examined myself in the mirror. My butt bulged out a lot and it spread my legs apart a bit. It also crinkled pretty loud when I walked. I attributed these flaws to the fabric of the costume, and realized under regular clothes it wouldn't be as noticeable. I took the costume off and gave it to my mom to pay for, but left the diaper on. I don't think she noticed.

"Now I have a little shopping to do for myself," she said. Ugh! Not Macy's. That was definitely my cue.

"Mom, can I go to the arcade?" I asked. I was most certainly taking advantage of her good mood.

"OK, as long as you don't get into any trouble." She gave me some quarters and told my sister to keep an eye on me. As Leeann was concerned, that meant knowing where I was. She herself would be in the stuffed animal store most likely, and would give me some time to myself.

I walked over to the arcade and noticed that in addition to the usual lineup of Pinball, Pac-man, Racing, and the Crane, they had a brand new game called Street Fighter 2. My friend Gary told me that it was simply a must play. I eagerly rushed over to it and put in my quarters. There were several characters to chose from, and I picked the guy with green skin. With in a minute, I was duking it out with some sort of karate master and getting my jolly green ass whooped. It was pretty frustrating.

"You might want to try using the charge a little more," said a voice from behind. I turned around to see a kid who looked to be a little older then me. I couldn't tell weather he was giving advice or being a smartass.

"Charge?" I asked. "What charge?"

"This one," he said. He grabbed the controls, pressed buttons rapidly and pretty soon the green dude was shooting out electricity!

"Thanks," I said.

"You're welcome," he answered. "you ever play this before?"


"It shows. Here, let me help you out before you blow all those quarters." I entered a 2 player game against him, and he gave me a kind of tutorial. As we were playing, we entered conversation about other things. I learned this kids name was Chad and he was 10 years old, same as my sister.

I kept on hearing a crinkling sound, but it wasn't coming from my diaper. Could it be that Chad was wearing one also? I was very curious and had to know, so I simply asked him.

He blushed a little bit, but wasn't offended by the question. "Yeah, I'm wearing one. I have a medical problem with my bladder and have been wearing them on and off since I was potty trained. I started wearing them full-time this year."

"Cool," I said, revealing my enthusiasm.

"Do you wear them?" he asked me point blank.

"Only when at the mall," I said smiling. He was a bit confused so I shared my adventures (misadventures?) at the mall with him. Apparently, he had a similar conflict with Santa.

"That happened to you, too?" I asked.

"Yup," he answered. "The guy is an asshole, and he shouldn't have the job. My uncle knows him and he said the same thing."

"My mom called and said she'd get him fired."

"It must have worked, cuz my uncle said he'd been hanging out at tech bar looking depressed lately. Well, actually he's like that year round anyway."

I laughed at this and we continued our conversation. Chad lived in a different town then me, but we were both frequent mall-goers. His brother Sam, was 7 had similar problems and was also diapered. He also resented Macy's and like me, loved video games. It looked like I might be friends with this kid as we had much in common.

Unfortunately, we were interrupted by my mom who told me we had to go. In the car, she began asking me a few questions. "You know that kid?" she asked.

"Just met him. His name's Chad. He's 10 and from Bergen. He was showing me how to win at video games"

"Oh, that's nice." I didn't want to embarrass him by mentioning the diapers.

When we got home, my sister again walked in on my while I was modeling in my diaper. She had seen it before, and wasn't too surprised. "So tell me about you friend Chad," she said.

"Weren't you there when I told mom?"

"I know, but I want to know more stuff about him."

"Well, OK, there is something I can tell you if you keep it a secret."

"I swear I will."

I told her the story of how he and his brother had to wear diapers. She laughed a bit then told me why she wanted to know all those things. It turned out she had a crush on him! I knew I'd be able to use that to my advantage later.

Halloween finally came and things were going great. My dad carved up a jack-o-lantern and we had all of our candy ready. I wore my costume to school with a diaper underneath. Everyone thought it was really cool, and most people didn't even notice the diaper. After lunch, however, I was quite a mess so I asked my sister to change me (big mistake).

She agreed, but instead of taking me into the bathroom led me to a secluded area of the playground. "Why here?" I asked.

Before I could answer, 3 of her friends grabbed me and stuck a pacifier in my mouth. They then lowered me to the ground so I was lying flat on my back. They proceeded to hold me down and take my costume off, leaving me in just my diaper. I was getting very confused when my sister explained.

"We all think you look cute in your diapers and we want you to play along as our baby. If your good, we'll change your diaper so your nice and fresh for the parade."

I nodded in agreement then asked what I had to do. "Whatever we say!" answered one of her friends. Leeann told her to be extra nice to me and she apologized. I was made to drink a baby bottle of juice while laying on my back and kicking my feet in my air like a toddler. They also made me crawl around for a little bit (it was obvious they planned this for me ahead of time). It was embarrassing, but kind of fun and nobody saw.

"Now you've been a good baby and you can have your didee changed," Leeann said. "Did you poop in it or is it just wet?"

"Both," I answered.

She got a fresh diaper out of my backpack and a smile container of baby wipes as well. Leeann untaped the dirty diaper and took it off. At that point, all of her friends got grossed out. All of that moving around had caused my ass to be covered with poop. Leann ignored them and wiped me up thoroughly. Then she slid the new diaper under me and taped it shut. Finally, I was helped back into my costume and given a pat on the butt.

By this time, recess had ended, but it was well worth it. "Bye Steven," said the girls as I headed back to class. "Don't worry, we won't tell anyone," said Leeann. I certainly hoped not.

After recess, it was time for our class to march in the annual Halloween parade around the school. I marched by my friends, and while my diaper crinkled, they either didn't notice or didn't seem to care. I was having fun and everybody loved the costume.

Trick or treating proved to be even more fun. We hit many houses and got a lot of candy. Since I was wearing a diaper, I didn't have to stop back home to use the bathroom. At one of the houses we visited, a kid answered the door wearing nothing but thick cloth diapers and plastic pants. My friends broke into uproarious laughter and at last asked him if he was supposed to be a baby for Halloween.

"Yeah, I guess so," he answered. They now laughed even harder. After the kid gave me my candy, I whispered and apology on my friends' behalf and also gave him a knowing look in reference to the real reason he was wearing diapers.

Well, that pretty much proved to be the best Halloween ever thus far. It was a pain returning to school on Monday. It was November and we were back to work. It was boring, tiring and cold outside, and worst of all, i used up all of my diapers. I couldn't wait to get back to the mall.

Chapter 5


Unfortunately, my next trip to the mall was not a pleasant one at all. Let em set the stage for you. It was Spring of the same year, and I was now 9. I had been under a lot of stress lately, and for some apparent reason, I began having accidents again. I wet the bed about once a week, and since it wasn't much of a problem, my parents merely remedied it with a plastic sheet over my mattress. It worked in preventing damage. I also frequently found myself just barely making it to the bathroom in school. Perhaps even worse was that my grades were dropping. I was usually a B+ student, and I was now earning C's and D's. My parents were more concerned then they were upset.

On one particular day, I most definitely woke up on the wrong side of the bed...and it was a wet bed. I grumbled, cursed to myself and got everything cleaned up. This nearly made me late for school. When I got there, I found out that I had a surprise test in social studies, and I did horribly on it. What was worse yet was that most of my classmates picked this particular day to be more obnoxious then ever, so our teacher punished us by keeping us inside after lunch.

During lunch, Bruno the class bully hurled a pickle at me. I called him a name, and he threatened he'd get me for it. I wasn't too bothered by it after all that had happened today. I reported back to class for 'indoor recess' (it was more like detention), which seemed to last forever. I felt the urge to pee, but I thought I could hold it out a bit. I was wrong.

When the urge got very strong, I raised my hand. It took Mrs. Ebza awhile to notice it. "yes, Steven?" she asked.

"Mrs. Ebza," I said. "Can I please use the bathroom?"

"First of all, it's may I, and secondly you may not. You should have gone during lunch." Why did she have to give me a hard time? I said please, didn't I? I had no choice but to repeated the request.

"May I please go," I said. "It's really an emergency."

"Very well," she sighed. "Go sign the sign-out sheet." As I was getting up to do so, the inevitable happened. I began to flood my shorts right in front of the entire class. There was a lot of laughter as I exited the room. I rushed to the bathroom, but by that time, it was too late. My shorts were entirely soaked.

I grumbled and headed to the nurse. There was a bit of a line ahead of me, which led to a very long and humiliating wait. Finally, the nurse was ready to see me. "What seems to be the problem, Steven?" she asked.

I plead my case as plainly as I could, emphasizing that it wasn't my fault. Nonetheless, she seemed to think it was. "This isn't the first time this has happened, you know," she said. Yeah, I really needed to hear that! She asked me if I had another pair of shorts, to which I replied yes, I thought I did. I went to my locker and got them (we had lockers back in elementary school, they were just very small). The nurse explained that I couldn't wear my soggy underpants underneath them and then gave me 2 options: call my mom or wear training pants. Since I didn't want my mom yelling at me and giving me the third degree, I took the second options. The nurse sighed and led me to a room which had a changing table in it. She set me down on it and removed my wet clothes and put them in a plastic bag. Next, she took a pair of cloth training pants (which resembled really thick underwear). She said she normally kept them in case a kindergartner or first grader had an accident. Thanks for making my day a lot worse!

After I was dressed in the training pants and short shorts which revealed much of them, I was sent back to class. By the time I got back, recess was just ending. At least I missed most of it. People were still giving me dirty looks when I went in and got my books. I then stepped out into the hallway and was ready to go to my next class (art) when I was tripped from behind.

"So how's the pants-wetting baby?" asked Bruno. "Baby need his diapers changed?"

"Shut up and go to hell!" I said. It was rather loud and I was surprised that those words came out of my mouth. Apparently, so was he, and he was angry as well.

"You're going to die, you little punk!" he said. He picked me up and shoved me against the lockers. Mrs. Ezba came out and saw this and was about to break it up when I snapped. I kicked him in the shins and he doubled over in pain. He went to punch me, but instead smashed his fist into the locker. Just when I thought it was over and I had one, he hit me in the jaw with his left hand. It hurt like hell and I burst out into tears. At long last, another teacher came and the fight was broken up. We were both taken to the principal's office. As Bruno had a reputation, he didn't have a whole lot to say for himself. He took his suspensions as it was given to him. I desperately pleaded my case to Mr. Connors, and I got a few classmates and witnesses to vouch for me. He looked at me, stroked his chin for a minute and said. "Well Steven, this is your first time doing anything seriously wrong here, but I'm going to still have to punish you. I'll call your mom to pick you up. You'll be serving a week's detention instead of a suspension when you get back from spring break.

I was now scared in addition to beaten. My mom would kill me! I could tell by the look in her eyes when she came to pick me up. "Not one word," she said when I got in the car. The ride home was totally silent. When we got home, she took me into the bathroom and looked me over. She put some ice on my jaw, and after that sent me to my room. "Stay right there while I decide what to do with you. Don't move and don't take those training pants off!"

I sat in my room for awhile, and threw my shoe against the wall to vent some of my anger. It didn't help. After awhile, I felt the urge to move my bowels. I yelled down to my mom, who was on the phone, that I needed to go and she yelled back to me to use my training pants. I shrugged my shoulders, figured what the hell and dumped my load.

After awhile, my mom came up to talk to me. "I was one the phone with Roseanne (my friend Gary's mom), and she told me what happened. While I'm glad you stuck up for yourself,. Punching somebody like that is unacceptable. We did not raise you that way!"

"I'm sorry but it wasn't my fault...." She cut me off and continued. "I was originally going to give you a spanking, followed by one from your father, and a week's grounding without any privileges."

"But it's spring break!"

"I know, so I've decided to be more lenient. There is an alternate punishment, but you'll have to go along with it no questions asked. You give me any trouble and I'll give you a spanking. It too will last for one week. You got that, young man?"

"Yes mom." "Good," she said. "Now take off your shorts and we'll go to the mall."

"I can't go like this."

"You can and you will." She tugged them off of me, allowed me to put my shoes back on, and dragged me to the car in just my messy training pants. The ride there was silent as well. In as much as I didn't want a spanking, I was very hesitant about my mom's course of action. I was downright scared when we parked near the Macy's entrance, but I wasn't about to complain.

We got some odd looks form the moment we entered, but my mom ignored me. We walked right to the escalator and took it upstairs to...oh no, the baby department! I knew what was coming and I dreaded it. Mom took me over to the counter. The same salesperson who was there when I was 4, a middle aged black woman, was still working there, only now she was in charge of the department.

"Back again, I see," she said. She obviously remembered me.

"Yes, well Steven's been a bad boy lately and he could use some diaper discipline," my mom explained much to my chagrin.

"Oh really," said the saleswoman (her name tag read Victoria). "well we have the perfect thing for him. She showed my mom a pair of plastic pants that had a lock on them. There was no way in hell I was going to be wearing them!

I went along with the embarrassing procedure of having Victoria measure my waist. She got about 2 dozen or so cloth diapers and a couple of pairs of plastic pants, all locking and handed them to my mom. Mom thanked her and dragged me off to the changing room. She got me up on the table, which was intentionally oversized, but did not take off my poopy training pants. She pulled them down and put an ample amount of powder on me. Instead, she took about 5 or 6 diapers and pout them over the training pants and pinned them tightly shut. Over these went the plastic locking pants. "No, please not those," I said. My mom ignored em and slapped my thigh so I'd cooperate. On they went, and pretty soon I heard the clicking of the lock. Next, my mom took a bottle filled with some sort of liquid and shoved into my mouth. Ugh, it was Castor Oil! She told me I'd better not spit it out and made me drink down the whole thing. It was repulsive.

Just when I thought it was over, mom pulled out a leash-type device and attached one end to my wrist and the other end to hers. She stuck a pacifier in my mouth and warned me that I'd better keep it there and at last we were done. By this point, I had been transformed into a completely helpless baby!

Mom purchased a few more things and we left the baby department, but not Macy's. Mom decided to do some shopping for herself, so we entered the woman's clothing section. I was forced to stand by her side while she looked through dress after dress, blouse after blouse. People who passed by kept on pointing at me and making all sorts of comments. One lady even called both me and my mom crazy. The only thing I could do at all was to pee my diapers, and that didn't help things too much.

Mom took her sweet time, and when she finally found something for herself, I was ready to applaud. We left Macy's at last and entered the rest of the mall, with me in my diapered condition. I felt like disappearing, as there were hundreds of people there and they were all pointing at me. Mom pretended they didn't exist and strolled through the mall casually, dragging me along with her.

"Why is your son wearing a diaper?" asked a woman with a child of her own.

"Oh, Steve's been a bad boy lately."

"And this helps correct that?"

"It's working so far."

"Maybe little Sal could use some diaper punishment in the near future as well."

"Mom!" the boy whined.

"I've told you for the last time not to interrupt me while I'm speaking!" scolded the boy's mother. "Now come along and I'm going to buy you some diapers and spank your bottom!"

"No!" the boy shouted as his mother dragged him away. As we parted company, I gave him a pitying glance.

Later on, we encountered a teenage girl and what appeared to be her younger brother. "See," said the girl. "Your not the only kid who needs diapers."

"Actually, Steve doesn't need them," explained my mom. "He's just been bad lately and this is his punishment."

The girl frowned a bit then answered. "Oh. Well my brother's a bit of a handful, too. He wears diapers because he keeps on having accidents and it's just easier this way."

"Interesting," said my mom.

By now, I was fighting to hold back tears. My bowels were also straining as the castor oil was having its effect. I began dancing from foot to foot until my mom told me to cut it out. The tears began pouring out as I was left with no choice but to poop in my diaper in front of everyone in the mall.

"Oh, he just went, didn't he?" asked the girl.

"Yes. The castor oil I gave him appears to be working."

"Well, aren't you going to change him?" she asked.

"Not just yet," mom replied. "I don't want him to be enjoying this."

"Well he's going to get a rash."

"I put plenty of powder on, and besides, I've been his mother for all his life so I should think I know what I'm doing!"


"Since you seem to be a responsible enough young lady to care for his needs, perhaps you won't mind watching him for a moment. I have to go buy something that I don't particularly want him to see."


"Thanks, dear. I won't be long."

Mom un-tethered me and handed the end of the leash to the girl and took off. I was now in the hands of a total stranger. Could my day get any worse?

The girl's brother, who was visibly diapered under his pants stared at me in awe. Here I was an older boy then he and wearing layer upon layer of thick diapers that were recently dirtied. He must have been pretty excited.

"Well what am I going to do with you, Steven?" the girl asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "Bet you want those smelly diapers off, huh?" I nodded. She smiled and paced back and forth. Was this some kind of sick joke to her or something? "Well your mom said not to take them off, but I think I can make you feel better anyway. She sat down on a nearby bench and made me sit on her lap. It was pretty awkward. "My name's Felicia," she told me. "And I love babies. I want to have one as soon as I'm married." Why was she telling me.

"It's cool talking to you since you can't say anything mean back." She patted me on the head. "My brother Normie's been wearing diapers since he was 5. He's 6 1/2 now. I don't think he was potty trained for more then a year and even then most of his underwear was dirty."

Normie blushed and turned away from his sister. "Bet you thought you were the only kid in diapers, huh?" I wish I was able to tell her that I wasn't. "Hey I wonder what you did that was so bad anyway. Did you steal something?" I shook my head. "Did you get in a fight?" I nodded. "What are you, some kind of bully?" I shook my head again. "Oh, I see. Poor Steve, some kid beat you up and you have to walk around like this all day on top of it." I nodded. It was good to be able to tell somebody my side of the story and have them understand it even though I hadn't really said anything at all.

My mom returned from her little errand with a mysterious item in a bag. Given her recent purchases, I quite frankly didn't want to know what it was. She thanked Felicia and picked me up. "Bye," said the girls and her brother in unison.

I felt like dying when we stopped right out front of the arcade. Inside were several teenagers with nothing better to do then waste money and loiter around. The mall rats. My idols. However, they'd turn on me instantly if they saw me like this. Mom was sure to make sure they did. She tethered me to a bench outside the arcade and took the pacifier out of my mouth (so I could explain why I was wearing diapers to them).

"What happened to you?" said a voice from behind. I was much relieved when I found out it was Chad. His brother Sam was also with him.

"Let's just having the worst day possible," I answered. I went into a few of the details.

"Ouch," he answered. "Hey, this is my brother Sam."

"Hi," I said.

"Hi," he answered back. "So you wear diapers too?"

"Yup as of now I do, and I saw 2 other kids today who were wearing them or would be wearing them also."


"So I take it your not going to laugh at me?"

"No, but they might," Chad said, pointing to the kids exiting the arcade. They were carrying on and laughing, but stopped when they saw me.

"What the fuck do we have here?" asked one of them. Chad tried to explain my plight, but they ignored him and began teasing me. "I don't believe this. How old are you, kid?"

"9," I answered.

"9 and wearing diapers. What the hell is wrong with that. I was out of diapers when I was like 2. Your pretty pathetic."

While they were laughing at me, Chad alerted my mom. She was a bit hesitant, but when she saw the harassment I was receiving, she rushed over to my defense. "Leave my son alone," she said.

"Well, lady, if you don't want us cracking on him, watch how you dress him!"

I was untied and dragged out of there, again in tears. The car ride home was rather unpleasant. When I got home, the details of my punishment were a bit better explained. "I was under the impression that what was causing you all this trouble was a negative attitude," said my mom. "I figured a little embarrassment could change that. However, it seems I was wrong. The problem isn't you as much as it is the rest of the kids your age. It's peer pressure. Those kids were little monsters, and if they are the mature bunch, I could just imagine what 9 year olds are like. I'm sorry, Steven."

"Am I still in trouble?"

"Yes and no. The fight wasn't your fault and you've had a very bad day. But we still have to do something about your problems."

"I think you've done enough," I said timidly.

"Steven, I am your mother and my first and foremost cause is caring about you. Don't ever forget that. If something is bothering you, you should have told your father or I. Now is there anything you'd like to talk about?"

"I don't know," I answered. "My grades and all the trouble and stuff...I can't help it. I know it's wrong but it seems normal."

"The best explanation I can give you is that your growing up."

"But I don't like it!" "Hmm...while I can't turn back time, I know something that might set you back on track."

"What is it?" I asked, even though I already knew.

I had a pretty interesting spring break. I was diapered and babied the whole time. In essence, I was grounded to my room, but I didn't mind. I was given a few toys to play with and sat on my carpeted floor in just my thick diapers. My sister would usually walk in and check on me. Sometimes, she'd bring me a bottle and feed it to me. Other times, she'd check my diapers and if necessary change them. She said it was fun talking care of me and she enjoyed giving the attention almost as much as I enjoyed getting it. The mystery item in the bag turned out to be an old fashioned spanking paddle. It was never once used on me. Instead, it hangs in the attic as a reminder just in case. On Monday when it was time to return to school, I returned wearing the training pants. They were washed and cleaned and felt comfortable to be wearing. Nobody could tell I had them on.

Even detention wasn't so bad. I sat in Mrs. Ebza's room for a few minutes after school each day for that entire week. The sun was shining and the windows were open. And a light breeze blew in. It wasn't exactly what I would call hard time.

By the end of the year, my grades were back up to all B's. I even earned an A- in conduct. This lead others kids to start calling me a teacher's pet, but I still pulled my share of stunts (throwing paper airplanes and such), and I'd sit by and smile while my classmates got detention. That kid Bruno punched a 1st grader and was expelled for good. Peace was again restored to my clustered life, and things were normal again. Sometimes, I'd sit back and think about the mall and my adventures there. Whenever I got bored, I'd ask myself whether it was time to go there again.

Chapter 6


It was awhile before I returned to the mall again. I was 12 1/2 and I went with a group of friends. In the 3 years since my last visit, a lot had happened. I began changing, and although it wasn't easy, I grew up. My feeling about diapers evaporated. I stopped playing around so much (but still some), and I began to look at things quite a bit differently.

Puberty had also very recently began to kick in. From health class and having "the talk" with my dad, I learned a lot about my body and what was happening to me. It was fascinating. Around this time, I began masturbating. One day while I was playing with myself, for the oddest reason, I recalled memories of my experiences at the mall. The diapers, the humiliation, the fun. Oddly enough, all of this turned me on. I thought it was too weird and forgot about it.

On one bright sunny day in July, my friend Gary called me. "Hey Steve," he said. "You want to go to the mall?"

"Yeah!" I answered. "You want my mom to give us a ride?"

"We're not going with your mom, stupid."

"Oh, well in that case I'll have to ask. I'll call you back."

"Yeah, OK."

"Mom, can I go to the mall?" I asked.

"Who else is going?"

"Gary, Carlos, and Jay."

"Well, all right."

"But they want me to take the bus with them. Is that OK?"

"Hmm...this would be the first time at the mall entirely by yourself."


"If you stay out of trouble, you have my permission."

"Thanks, mom."

I called Gary back and told him I could go. I then grabbed some money I reserved from spending and was about to walk down to the bus stop when I nearly collided with my sister. "Watch where you're going!" said Leeann.


"Where are you going in such a hurry anyway?"

"To the mall."

"No way."

"You'd better believe it. Me, Carlos, Gary and Jay are all taking the bus there."

"Wow, so are me, Jenny, Andrea ,and Jill." We looked at each other and laughed. It was a strange coincidence.

Leeann and I walked to the bus stop together with the mutual understanding that once we were at the mall we would pretend we didn't know one another and avoid embarrassing each other. I met my friends at the bus stop and we got on aboard. Gary brought his new CD player along with him.

"What's he doing here?" asked Leeann's friend Jill.

"It's a free mall," I answered. That shut her up. Normally, I'd be scared of older girls but being with my friends gave me some extra strength and confidence.

As soon as we got there, my sister and I parted company. I rushed down to the arcade with my friends. "Hey look," I said. "They have Marvel Superheroes out."

"That's been out!" said Jay.

"I'll play you in it," answered Gary.

"You're on," Jay replied. While those two hot shots spent their quarters on trying to find out if the Incredible Hulk was indeed tougher then Spiderman, I discovered a really cool little game called Die Hard Arcade. It had Bruce Willis's character of John McClaine, and was like the movies.

"Hey, it's two-player," said Carlos. We both put in our two quarters and took down scores upon scores of enemies before getting killed by a bunch of firemen!

Gary all of the sudden rushed over to us. "You have to see this!" he said. "Some kid is taking on Jay." Jay was a video game ace, and I was curious to see who the kid was. I turned around to see none other then Chad.

I decided to play a little joke on Jay by pretending not to know who Chad was. "So you think you can beat me," said Jay.

"I can beat you," answered Chad. "No thought required."

"You're dead. I'm invincible with Magneto."

"We'll see about that."

"Hey, you know that kid?" Gary asked me.

"Yeah, and unless he's changed, he's going to kick Jay's ass. Don't say a word."

There was a lot of fancy button-pressing the first two rounds and it wound up a 1-1 tie between them going into the third. Jay was being excessively cheap with his special attacks and had the nerve to brag about it as well. Chad kept quiet and looked for an opening.

"12 hit combo," said Jay. "Face it, you're gone kid."

"We'll see," said Chad. His health was dangerously low and even I thought he would lose. Then I saw him enter in a complex button combination. Within a minute, his character Blackheart unleashed a massive attack that was worth 12, 13, 14.....25 hits! It killed Magneto almost instantly.

"Blackheart," said Chad. "Is the son of Mephisto, Lord of Hell."

"And who are you?"

"I'd like you to meet Chad," I said. Jay then started at make gaping.

"You set me up, Steve. You know, the two of you could have made a lot of money if I decided to bet."

"Be glad you didn't," said Chad.

"Whatever, let's go somewhere else," answered Jay.

We ended up visiting the music store, the sports store, and several other interesting stores (including the toy store) before breaking for lunch at Burger King.

"Hey," said Carlos. "Why don't we go to Macy's?"

"Are you nuts?" I asked. "That place sucks."

"Not the young adult department," said Gary. Jay kept on looking at me with a strange smile.

We did indeed visit Macy's. As we passed through the women's department, I shuddered. By the time we hit the baby department, I was almost immobilized with fear.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Gary.


At long last, we had arrived in the young men's department. I was amazed. It wasn't too crowded, and they had clothes I wouldn't be too ashamed to wear. In fact, I spotted a shirt that would look really good on me. It was a very sharp Nautica button-down. Unfortunately for me, it cost $35 and I only had $30.

"Any of you have $5 you can lend me?" I asked my friends.

"What do you need it for?" asked Gary.

"So I can buy this shirt."

"In that case, no."

"Awe, come on. I really want the shirt."

"So take it."

"But I don't have the money."

"You can still take it," said Jay. "Five finger discount."

"You're crazy."

"I do it all the time."

"And you never get caught?"


"I don't know..." I started.

"Give it a try," said Carlos.

"Look, even I've done it once," said Gary. "I was real worried, but I tried it and I got away with it fine. And it's not like stealing money or robbing somebody's house. This is a shirt."

"Well, I guess...."

"Do it," said Jay.

My moral conscience couldn't hold out any longer and I gave in to peer pressure. "Fine, I'll do it."

"Good," said Jay smiling. "All you have to do is take off the stickers and stuff." He showed me where to look for them and I removed each and every one. I then went into a dressing room and put the shirt on under the shirt I was wearing then. Luckily, their cameras weren't working.

"OK, let's go," said Jay. As we started to leave, I felt a million eyes staring at me. I couldn't do this, it was wrong.

"Sorry guys," I said. "It's just wrong."

As I stepped back into the store, I removed my hand from my pocket. As I did, I stared at it in horror. There was a sticker stuck right to it and the alarm went off. Two salespeople confronted me and asked me to wait for a security officer. I stood there scared while my friends left. I was screwed.

Things got worse when the officer arrived. "What do we have here?" he asked.

"We caught this kid shoplifting," said one of the clerks.

"This true, son?"

"No. Well yes. Well, I was going to give it back."

"Oh were you. You'd better come along."

By this time, there was a large audience outside of Macy's. It was a flashback to my previous experiences in the mall. All that remained was for me to wet myself, and judging from how scared I was, that wasn't too far behind.

"Did you hear what I said?" asked the officer.

"Yeah," I answered. "yes sir." He cleared a path for us and herded me through the crowd. We kept walking, none of us saying a word until we reached the security station (which was essentially a secluded area of the mall).

"Caught another one, captain?" asked another officer when we approached.

"Yes I did. Claims he didn't do it."

"That's what they all say." Both men just began laughing. It was at that point that I began to wet my pants. As if my day couldn't' get any worse.

We entered Captain Donner's office. He spread a towel out on a chair and had me sit down. He also handed me a tissue so I could wipe the tears from my face.

"Now," he said. "I would like to hear from you exactly what happened, no lies. I'm going to ask the Macy's people later, but I want to hear your story first. From start to finish."

"I was at Macy's in the young men's department...."

"Was anyone with you?" As much as I didn't want to incriminate my friends, I couldn't stand to be in any more trouble.

"Yeah. I was with my friends."

"Then what."

"Then I saw this shirt. It was really nice and I wanted it real bad. It cost $35 and I only had $30."

"So you took it?"

"Yes," I said shamefully, then added. "But as I was leaving, I felt really bad and went to give it back. That's when the alarm went off."

"Hmmm..." said the officer. "I've heard a lot of stories before and that sounds about right. You don't look like the type of kid to do something like that. This your idea, or did your friends put you up to it?"

"Mine," I said. He knew I was lying.

"You don't have to cover for them," he said. "I can't nail them for stuff they stole awhile ago."

"OK. They told me to do it."

"I wouldn't listen to everything your friends tell you from now on."

"Am I going to go to jail?"

He chuckled. "Well, shoplifting is an offense, but I hardly think you're liable to get into any trouble over something like this. It is just a shirt and you did make an attempt to return it, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Kid, I appreciate the respect, but don't ever call me sir. Not even my men call me that. Call me Captain Donner, or Fred if you prefer."

"OK, Fred."

"What's your name, son?"

"Steve. Steve Mattel."

"Is your mom here at the mall with you, Steve?"


"Then I'm going to have to call her."

"Please no!"

"Not much I can do on that one if you're here alone."

"My sister's also here," I said.

"How old is your sister?"

"14 1/2"

"Well, she's under 18 so I can't remand you into her custody. But I can have her come down here and talk to you, if that'll help."

"She'll be pretty mad at you."

"Hey man, if it's your sister, she'll understand. Now what's her name?"


"Hey Barney," Fred called. "Go page Leeann Mattel and have her come down here please. Also, keep an eye on him for awhile, I'm going up to Macy's."

"Sure thing, Captain."

I felt very helpless as I was left alone waiting for my sister to show up. It got worse when she did. "What the hell did you do?" she asked. Before I could answer, she continued. "I was having a good time when all of the sudden I hear : Leeann Mattel please report to security. That got me all scared so I come down here and find out you got arrested for stealing. You have any idea how embarrassing that is for me?"

I got pretty annoyed with her at that point. "First of all, all I did was steal a shirt. A damn shirt! And I gave it back, too. Second, I'm not arrested, I just have to stay here for now. It's not like I'm going to jail. And third, if you think it's humiliating, try getting dragged off by security in front of everyone while your friends split on you!"

Tears began pouring out of my eyes again, and Leeann looked more sympathetic. "I'm sorry," she said.

"Me, too."

"So what are you going to do now?"

"Wait till Fred...I mean Captain Donner gets back, then call mom."

"Call mom?!" exclaimed Leeann. "She'll kill you."

"I know," I said. "I wish there was some way I could get out of this."

"Maybe there is," said Leeann. "All you need to do is find somebody whose 18 that you know. Too bad there isn't anybody."

"Yes there is!" I gasped. "Felicia."

"Who's Felicia?"

I sighed and realized I'd have to re-cap a rather embarrassing story.

"You remember back when I was 9 and I got suspended."


"Well, as part of my punishment, mom dragged me to the mall and made me wear diapers in front of everybody."

"Oh my God, that must have been awful for you. I was trying out for the school play and didn't get a chance to see it."

"Yeah, it was. Anyway, she found this girl to baby-sit for me. Her name was Felicia and she was pretty nice. She was 16 then."

"And that's 3 years ago."

"Making her 19 now."

"One problem: how do we find her? We don't even know if she's here, and I don't know what she looks like."

"Well, her little brother Normie is probably with her, and he wears diapers."

"Gee Steve, it seems like every kid you run into at the mall does. Anyway, so I should look for a 19 year old girl and a boy with diapers."

"Yeah. Thanks so much for doing this, I owe you."

"Oh, I know you do."

I waited for awhile while Leeann commenced her search. I figured I had a narrow chance of getting out of this mess in one piece. After what seemed like an eternity, Leeann finally returned, Felicia and Normie at her side.

"Up to no good again, Steve?" asked Felicia. Her tone was mock-angry.

"It's not what it looks like."

"Your sister told me everything, and it turns out you've been a very bad boy." My eyes widened. Could she be serious. "But, I still think your a cute kid and fun to talk to, so I'll be willing to help you out. On one condition: you do as I say. I'm the adult here, and I expect you to obey me."

"Fine," I said. "I'll do anything."

At that point Fred returned. "Who do we have here?" he asked.

"This is my sister Leeann, and this is Felicia. She's 19."

"Who's the little fella?"

"That's my brother Normie," said Felicia. "Isn't he cute."

"Yeah, reminds me of my kid Richie. Now, what's your relation to Steven over here?"

"Well, I used to babysit him."

"Oh, OK. So if I were to call his mother and mention your name..."

"Well, it was a long time ago, she might not remember right away."

"I see. I'll trust you on this one. Usually, 19 year old girls with cute little brothers don't turn out being kidnappers."

Felicia giggled and thanked the Captain. Before we left, he informed me of one more thing. "Because you removed all of the labels, the shirt is now unsellable. The store won't press charges if you come up with $35."

"But I only have $30."

"They said they'd let you work the rest off by handing out fliers and coupons from 2:00 to closing time."

"Anything to get me out of this mess."

"OK, Steven, your off the hook. But remember this: I catch you or any of your friends pulling something like this again, and it won't be this easy." I was sure not to forget that.

"Thanks again," I told Felicia.

"Don't be so quick to thank me," she said. "As far as the law is concerned, your mine till 2:00 at least. That gives me a half hour to do what I want." If she was a Nazi war criminal, I'd be worried, but she was just a 19 year old extroverted girl.

"I'd better get back to my friends," said Leeann. "I'm sure they'd love to hear this." I turned pale white. "Just kidding," she said. "But you will owe me for this."

"Would you mind watching Normie for a little bit," said Felicia. "I can't handle 2 babies."

"I'm not a baby," Normie protested. Leeann ignored him and readily agreed.

"So what do you want me to do?" I said.

"The first thing we have to do is get you out of those wet pants." I blushed. "I know, it was an accident and you were scared."

She grabbed my hand and dragged me off to the pharmacy. "Umm, what are we going in here for?" I asked nervously, though I had some idea. I was dead certain when we walked into the diaper isle.

"We wouldn't want to risk another accident, would we?"

"No, but I'm pretty sure..."

"Shut your mouth and follow me into the bathroom," she scolded. "Or would you rather I called your mom?"

I headed into the bathroom and waited. Felicia entered in a few minutes with some diapers and other supplies. "OK, now take off your pants," she said.

"I can put one on myself," I said.

"Not properly you can't," she said. "Besides, it's not like you're the first kid I've seen naked."

I sighed and pulled off my soaked pants and briefs. I wish I had worn boxers, as I was getting an erection from all of this and it became visible. Felicia took a disposable diaper and spread it out on the lowered toilet seat. She had me sit down in it, then she taped the sides shut. I stood up and she adjusted it a bit. I was surprised. It fit pretty close to a real baby diaper.

"What kind of diaper is this?" I asked enthusiastically.

"Attends small," she answered. "Why, you like it?"

"No..." I began, before confessing. "Well, yeah."

"Good, cuz your going to be wearing it for awhile. Come on, you have fliers to hand out."

"I can't hand them out like this."

"You can and you will."

I sighed and we made our way towards Macy's. People wouldn't take their eyes off of me. I had become infamous. Well, we finally arrived at Macy's. One of the assistant managers stepped out to meet me. He was a little shocked at my lack of pants.

"OK, young man, as long as you are sorry for what you did, we will allow you to work this off."

"Thank you," I said, and handed him the $30. He gave me a stack of fliers and told me to hand them out to customers entering the store. I nodded and he left em to do my job.

"Be back in a sec," said Felicia.

"Your just going to leave me here?"

"I think you can manage," she said. "Or can you?"

"I'll try."

"Welcome to Macy's," I greeted entering customers. "Help yourself to our vast savings." I tried to smile even though people thought I was crazy. I was intent on getting out of this place alive, and if that required humiliation, so be it.

After awhile, there was a small crowd out in front of the store. I am pretty sure they weren't there for the spectacular savings. I was sweating nervously at this point and trying desperately to ignore the many comments. Worst yet, I had to pee and this job had no bathroom breaks. I shifted form foot to foot and at last released a small stream into my diaper.

"Look, he's wetting it," someone shouted. I thought I was going to faint.

My friends finally returned, and at the worst possible moment. When they saw me, they began cracking up. After a few minutes of laughter, they asked me what happened. "Long story," I said. "Let's just say I won't be shoplifting anymore and neither should you."

They laughed some more and placed themselves upon a bench to watch me. I felt like dying. At that moment, Leeann and her friends showed up. They too were all giggling at me. Was everyone against me?

"Man, this must really suck," said Chad.

"How did you find out?"

"It's all over the mall by now. Your sister told me what happened."

"Leeann!" I shouted.

"He would have found out anyway, and it's better me telling him then your friends."

"Hey," said Jenny. "You look pretty cute like that Steve."

"Yeah Steve," said Andrea.

I blushed a bit which gave my friends something new to laugh at. "Go get her number, Steve," said Gary.

"Make sure you change before you go out on a date," said Jay. They were starting to piss me off. Thankfully, Felicia returned.

"Now why do you have to make fun of poor Steve like that?" she asked, putting her arm around Jay. He was now blushing. "It's half your fault he's in this mess."

"Sorry Steve," he said.

I continued to perform my act of delivering papers for quite awhile. When it got close to closing time, the store manager came out again. "Well, I'd have to say this has been a nice turn of events. Thanks to your little spectacle out there, we've had double the customers today. I think your entitled to a pair of pants, too." He chuckled a bit obnoxiously and let me pick out some jeans. I thanked him kindly then left.

By this time, my friends, Leeann's friends, Felicia, Normie and Chad had all become very well aquatinted. They were exchanging phone numbers when I walked over. I was out of breath and nearly collapsed onto the bench.

"Hey, nice jeans," said Gary.

"Where'd you get them?" asked Carlos.

"Gift from Macy's management," I said. "They also gave me $10"

"Son of a bitch," said Jay. "Maybe I should start selling stuff in my underwear."

"You guys aren't going to tell anybody about this, are you?" I asked. Everyone reached in and grabbed one of my ten dollars.

"Of course not," they all answered. I felt much relieved. We said goodbye to Felicia, Chad, and Normie and all piled onto the bus home. I was the main topic of conversation all the way home.

"Did you have a nice time at the mall?" my mom asked me. I shot a long glance at Leeann, who smiled in response.

"Yeah," I answered.

"Definitely," said Leeann.

"I even got this new shirt at, um, discount rate," I said.

"That's nice, dear."

"Thanks for not telling," I told Leeann at bedtime.

"You're welcome," she answered. "Now it's time for you to hold up your end of the deal."

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"You still wearing that wet diaper?"

It just dawned on me that I was, after all this time. "Yeah."

"Well, let's get you changed."


"Don't ask, just go along with it."

I shrugged my shoulders and walked into my room. Leeann told em to lie down on the bed and wait. While I did, she rummaged through my purchases until she came across the bag of Attends. She took one out and slipped my jeans off of me. I was now wearing just my wet diaper. She untaped that, wrapped it up, then threw it away. "Ew, you're getting a rash," she said. Indeed I was. She got some powder from the bathroom and began to sprinkle it all over me. As she was, I was getting turned on. "Looks like you grew down there," she commented. I nodded, somewhat embarrassed and she finished diapering me. "Now sleep tight," she said. "And don't take it off until tomorrow."

While there in bed thinking about my day, an itch came over me. It was unlike any itch I had before. The more I thought about diapers, the stronger the itch. I finally began to try to soothe it by rubbing the front of my diaper. Hey, that flat pretty good. I kept it up, this time rubbing more vigorously. I became very hot and began to tremble slightly. I thought I was going to explode down there.

Then, suddenly, I felt myself releasing some sort of liquid and I became soft again. Curious, I peeked inside my diaper. There was some sort of sticky white stuff. Wait a minute, maybe this was that jerking off thing my friends were telling me about and my dad mentioned during his "talk." But usually, most guys get it when thinking about girls. I'd gotten hard thinking about them recently, but now I was getting equally as turned on thinking about diapers. What was going on?

Since I was too embarrassed to talk about this with my parents, I called Chad and asked him for his view. He explained I had what was known as a fetish, and while it was unusual, it was still OK. He said he had similar thoughts and feelings about diapers, and so did plenty of other guys. He also said that I'd still be getting more and more of these feelings about both diapers and girls as I grew older. Interesting. I was further into the throngs of puberty then I had originally thought I was.

Chapter 7


After that incident, I put my feelings aside and stayed away from the mall for quiet awhile. My life was pretty good and I was able to enjoy it for the better part of a year. I was a 13 1/2 year old 8th grader, not at all unpopular, and a 2nd honor roll student. I would be in high school next year and had nothing to worry about.

Around springtime or so, I began having a lot of strange dreams, some of which were of the pornographic persuasion. In all of these dreams, I was at the mall and I was diapered. I tried as best as I could to ignore them, but they wouldn't go away and neither would the feelings that accompanied them. I was faced with the task of returning to the mall and buying diapers.

However, unlike my previous adventures, I was older and wiser and had a plan. I was not going to embarrass myself. I would go after school, towards closing time and make my purchase discreetly. Then I would sneak the package home and into my room for me to enjoy. Nobody would be the wiser.

Some time around May or so, I exercised my plan. After school, I quickly ran home. Then, I gathered up my allowance money and left a brief note for my parents. I went to the bus stop and waited. Surely enough. There was the bus heading to the mall. I paid the fare and got on. Pleasure, here I come.

I had never seen the mall so empty. There were people there, but there were no crowds, no groups of meandering kids, nobody to laugh at me. I looked around the place briefly before making my way to the pharmacy. It, too, was empty. I picked out a pack of baseball cards and pretended to look for a few more things before I made my way over to the diaper aisle. They had so many different types of diapers there that it was hard not to stare.

I settled on Attends, just like last time. They felt pretty good. I also picked up a small container of wipes and some powder. I continued my charade of shopping before dragging the items up to the register. This was the first item I'd be buying diapers. The clerk on duty was a Hispanic young woman in her early 20's. She smiled and rang up the items. When she saw the diapers, her smile widened.

"My grandpa just got out of the hospital," I explained. It wasn't a total lie. He was recovering from surgery, but was no means incontinent. Oh well, she bought it. I paid and she bid me a nice day. Yeah, real nice so far.

I thought I was home free and began to make my way towards the exit when I ran across a group of teenage girls. They looked about 17, were scantly clad in shorts and tank tops, and were smoking. They looked up when the saw me, and I waved before walking on. I prayed they didn't see what was in the bag.

I heard them whispering amongst themselves and at last one of them called to me. "Hey kid," she said.

I turned around. "Yeah?" I answered, thankful that my voice was getting deeper.

"Umm, are those diapers?"

Fuck! I decided to try to play this cool. "Yeah, why?"

"See, I told you!" said one of the girls.

The inquiring girl giggled then threw me a real shocker. "Are they for you?"

"Why would they be for me?"

"Well, we saw you buying them slick and you looked kinda nervous."

Damn, I was caught for sure. Item for plan B. "Yes, they are for me. See, I lost this bet with my friend Gary. He said he'd let the $20 I owe him slide if I went out to the mall and did something stupid. So I bought diapers. What's more stupid then that?"

I tried to sound sincere, but I don't know if they were buying it. They whispered again then popped an even bigger question. "How much do you get if you do something really stupid?"

"What?" I replied. "Well, I don't know, this was dumb enough."

"I'll tell you what," one of them said. "We'll give you $20 and then some if you put one of those on and wear it."

That offer would normally be a dream come true, but I was still stuck in normal adolescent mode. "No way."

"Gee, I guess you're the wrong guy."

"Guess you don't have the balls to do it."

"I hate guys that are scared like that."

"OK, fine I'll do it. But you can't tell anybody about this."

"Do as we say and we won't. Otherwise..." My heart sank with fear. What was I getting myself into?

"I'm Holly," said the brunette. "This is Lynn," she pointed to the more heavyset, blond. "And Jackie," she identified the thinner girl with medium brown hair who asked the question in the first place.

"I'm Steve."

"No, actually, I think we'll just call you baby Stevie," said Lynn.

"I like that," said Holly.

"I don't," I said, but was ignored.

"Jackie, go and get a few supplies for the new baby," ordered Lynn.

"OK," she responded and headed off towards the pharmacy. I got a good look at her ass while she did.

"How old are you, Steve?" asked Holly.

"13 1/2"

"Oooh, big 13," said Lynn.

"Forgive her, she's a bitch," said Holly. "Were all 17."

"Yeah, and that means we're all bigger and older then you."

Little did they know I had a bit of an edge on them, but I wasn't ready to reveal it just yet. At that moment, I heard impending footsteps. "Shit, it's the cops," said Lynn. "Hide the smokes."

"I hope it's that guy Rick," said Holly. "He's cute for a cop."

"No, it's the black guy."

Captain Donner! If I wanted to get out of trouble before it started, now was my chance. Lynn poked me in the ribs and warned me to play along as the captain approached.

"Hi girls," he said.

"Hi officer."

"Hey Steve, keeping out of trouble?"

"Yes, captain."

"Good. So everything's OK here?"

"Yes officer."

"Closing time is in an hour and a half. I'll be back here by then and you'd better be gone."

"Yes officer."

He continued his rounds and left us alone. "So you know the cop," said Lynn. "Wow, you're special."

At that moment, Jackie returned with the supplies. When I saw what was in the bag she was carrying, I nearly freaked. A baby bottle, a bib, a pacifier, some castor oil, and a roll of masking tape.

"Hell no," I said, starting to get cold feet.

"Sit down and shut up" said Lynn. "You're doing this whether you like it or not."

"Oh yeah, well I'll tell everyone you smoke!"

The three of them started laughing. "who's going to believe a 13 year old over us?" They had a point.

"We'll hold him down, you get going," said Lynn to Jackie. Lynn and Holly pinned me down to the bench while Jackie began to strip off my clothes. When I was entirely naked and well subdued, she amply powdered me and put a diaper on me. She then took the tape and re-enforced the tape on the Attends for a tight seal. Just when I was about to scream for help, they gagged me with the pacifier. My hands were taped tightly in front of me, and I was rendered helpless by the 3 girls.

"Now listen up," said Lynn. "From now until we tell you, you are a baby and you'll listen to our rules or else you'll regret it. First of all, your not taking off anything we put on you, and that includes your diaper. You're going to use it and we'll change you. If you shit in it, you're going to have to ask real nice. Second rule, no talking unless we tell you. If you want something, you're going to have to cry like a baby. Third, you're not going to tell anybody about this and neither are we. Get it?"

I nodded. "Good."

"I think he needs a drink," said Holly. "Jackie, give baby his bottle."

"Why me?"

"Because we said so. Do it unless you want to join him."

"Your totally unfair," she pouted, but poured castor oil into the bottle anyway.

The pacifier was taken out, but I was warned to keep quiet. "Here you go," said Jackie, as she shoved it between my lips.

"Drink!" ordered Lynn.

I grudgingly gulped the vial liquid down. In the process, I nearly choked on it. At last, the bottle was removed. "You OK?" asked Jackie. I nodded. She poured a little soda into the bottle and told me to drink that to wash it down. I took it gracefully and it tasted a lot better then castor oil.

I could see Holly was getting a camera ready. "OK, crawl across the floor so we can get a nice picture."

"No!" I said in protest.

"That does it, you're going to get it you little twerp!" said Lynn. The three girls hoisted me off the floor and pulled me over Lynn's knee. Holly removed her belt, and her pants sagged a bit revealing her attractive panties.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Too late."

The pacifier was stuck pack in my mouth and my diaper was unsealed. Lynn spanked me 25 times, before turning me over to Holly. She gave me only 10 lashes with it, but by then I was in too much pain to care. They then gave the belt to Jackie. "He's gotten enough already," she said.

"Give him some more," said Lynn. Jackie gave me 5 light smacks, using her hand. I was sobbing. They put my diaper back on me and sealed it up tight, and made me sit in pain for a minute or two before repeating their request for me to crawl. I nodded and crawled on the floor like a baby. They commented on how cute I was and snapped a few pictures. My dignity had been discarded, but a part of me was enjoying this.

Soon, the bottle I drank was beginning to get to me. I started to squirm a bit, but given a limited range of motion I wasn't able to do anything that would prevent the inevitable. I found a decent position and let go.

"Look, the baby's wetting his diaper," said Holly. She pointed at my crotch. I looked down and saw the Attends was developing a yellowish tint.

I also had to move my bowels. I was far less comfortable doing this, but I couldn't counteract the castor oil and ended up pooping in my diaper.

"You smell something?" asked Jackie.

"Yeah, it smells like somebody shit their pants...or their diaper," answered Holly. They laughed at me in unison.

"Shouldn't we like change him or something?" asked Jackie.

"No, let him sit in his mess," said Lynn.

I wasn't too happy about that but there wasn't much I could do. Then I remembered that the rules stated I'd have to ask real nice if I wanted to be changed. And the only way I could ask was by crying. Despite the powder, my privates were beginning to itch and my patience was running low. I pictured a dozen people or so staring at me, and that thought got me bawling like a baby.

"Hey I think he might be getting a rash," said Jackie.

"Why don't you change him then?" both girls asked her.

"Why me?"

"Cuz I said so!" said Lynn.

"Actually it's because we're both too lazy," Holly confessed.

"OK, fine," she answered. "This is going to be really gross."

"You've baby-sat before, right?"

"Yeah, but not for a kid this big!"

"Hey," said Holly. "Doesn't Felicia Gurney's little brother wear diapers?"

"I think you're right," said Lynn. It appeared we had a common acquaintance.

"Lie down on your back," Jackie instructed me. I did exactly what she said and even put my feet in the air to make her job easier. She tore away the tape surrounding my diaper and let it fall off.

"Ew, gross," she said. She took a wipe and began to wipe me. This made me get more and more aroused and it was visible. When she had finished wiping me, she went to wash her hands leaving me vulnerable and naked. While she was gone, Lynn and Holly advanced upon me (author's note: not rape). They were intrigued by my erection.

"Looks like he's enjoying this," said Holly.

"Not a bad size for only 13," said Lynn. "But compared to Gabe it's tiny."

I felt pretty offended by that comment, and was about to cry again when Holly began massaging powder all over me, and especially onto my penis while Lynn watched. I was about to explode with pleasure when she at last slid the diaper up over me to avoid the mess. The humiliation I suffered today was well worth it just for that feeling.

Jackie returned and Holly told her that I was getting off on this treatment. "Oh really?" she asked with a smile. "Let's see if he likes this." With the pacifier still in my mouth, she approached and put her lips over it. This caused us to kiss and she slipped her tongue in and began to frantically massage the inside of my mouth with it. The feeling was intense and it caused a visible bulge in my diaper. I felt like I was the star of a low budget porno film at this point.

It got better. "You know, he's been a pretty good baby except for that one incident," said Holly. "I think he deserves a reward." Holly pulled down her jeans a bit and allowed me to see her underwear in full view. "Like what you see?" she asked.

I nodded. She also allowed me a quick glance at her breasts before covering up again. At this point I didn't know if they were doing this to make me horny or antagonize me.

"It's a half hour till closing time," said Lynn. "Let's go down to the pizzeria and visit Gabe. He should be closing up shop." Her companions nodded and dragged me up off the floor. I wasn't anticipating the next part, but they had a firm grip as we walked to the pizzeria. Holly and Lynn went inside while Jackie waited outside for me. I could overhear what was going on.

"Hey Gabe, looking hot with that chef's hat on."

"Yeah, I think it looks cool, too. What's up babe?"

"We've got a surprise for you," said Holly.

"Oh yeah?"

"Jackie, bring him in." I tried to back away at the last moment, but Jackie all but threw me inside. When Gabe saw me he started laughing hysterically.

"What's going on?" he asked at last. Lynn explained the whole story, adding to my surprise she had planned something like this out the moment she saw me at the mall. Apparently, she had remembered me from last year's incident.

"Your either really stupid," Gabe said to me. "Or you're got a lot of balls doing something like that. Either way, you get some pizza." We all sat down and he brought over a pie. I sat between Holly and Jackie while Lynn sat next to her man. My mouth and hands were freed but I was warned not to cause trouble. I still had to drink Coke from my baby bottle, but other then that, they let me eat like an adult.

I got a good look at what it was like to be a teen. They talked freely about sex, drugs, and other things unwholesome with wanton abandon. Me, I was no geek, but I wasn't about to go off smoking, drinking and fucking every girl in sight when I turned 17. Or was I? Hopefully not.

I had to go to the bathroom again, and filled by diaper. It smelled a little bit, but the odors of powder and pizza were able to cover it pretty well. I realized I liked the feeling of a wet and messy diaper almost as much as I liked the feeling of a dry one.

As it came down to closing time, I was paid my $25 even though we both knew that the bet was fictitious. That was nice of them, but they refused to take off my diaper. They also said if they ever saw me in the mall again, they'd do the same thing. We parted company on good terms, but I wasn't sure if I ever wanted to meet any of them again.

I rode the bus home in a very full diaper. My parents thankfully trusted me enough and had read my note, so they didn't hassle me. My sister on the other hand wasn't as considerate.

"What happened at the mall?" she asked. I made her take an oath of secrecy before I explained it to her. She thought it was very weird. Indeed, it was. We drew up an agreement that if I gave her the $25 (she needed it for something, whereas I didn't particularly), she would not only keep that incident a secret, but she would keep my diapers a secret as well. She even volunteered to change me if that was what I wanted. I was a bit too embarrassed at this point at having my sister change me, but I liked the attention so It told her that was fine.

"Thanks," she said, taking the money.

"Just curious, what do you need it for anyway. You can tell me."

"Well, if you have to know, you aren't the only one in need of protection. I need to pick up some tampons, and I also want to pick up a few other things so I'll be ready in case my boyfriend and I want to go all the way."

"Aren't we a little young for that?"

"You maybe, but I'm 15 1/2. Half the girls my age have been laid already."

"Just don't get pregnant."

"Hey, I don't need 2 babies to take care of," she said, giving my diapered behind a pat. She changed me and we each went to sleep.

I don't think I had done more growing in one day then I did during that day at the mall. It made me realize that the world's was a scary place and everyone was a potential victim. Yet even though the incident happened at the mall, it still seemed like a haven to me. All the harassment, embarrassment and indignity I have suffered there always was followed by a happy ending, and I felt safe knowing that every time I returned, it'd be with a clean record and new taste for adventure. Make that a diaper adventure.

Chapter 8


When I was 14, I began to visit the mall more regularly with my friends. Once a month, we got on the bus and went there. We watched a movie, played some games, browsed through stores, flirted with girls and just generally had a good time. It was during one of these visits that I discovered a big secret.

I was returning from the bathroom when I noticed a new store had opened. It was called Porter's Post, and it sold a little bit of everything. Out of curiosity, I wandered inside and who should I find working there but Chad.

"I was wondering when you'd notice the store," he said. "My dad owns it."


"You haven't seen the best part." I followed him to the back of the store and through a door. At first, I thought we were headed to a stock room, but in actuality, it turned out to be another store. As I looked around, I noticed it sold diapers and diaper supplies, cribs, and all kinds of baby stuff.

"Well, what do you think?"

"Awesome!" I said. "I can't believe it!"

"My dad had a lot of extra space and was going to rent it out when I asked if I could have it. He agreed that since I was working there and helping him at the store, he'd let me set up my own little shop over here as long as I am responsible. I sell mostly diapers and stuff to older kids, but I also have Somme cool video games and memorabilia."

"What's it called?"

"Well, Sam wanted me to call it Diaper Boy World, but I thought that wasn't inclusive enough, so I called it Kidmania. The best part is, from outside the mall, it looks like an empty space. The only way in is through Porter's Post, so this way we don't get people coming by here laughing at me."

"How do you get customers?"

"After looking around a bit, I can tell if a kid wears diapers. Sometimes, I'll see kids looking at them in the pharmacy., In any case, I just walk up to them and give them my card and they show up here. We have around 15-20 regular customers. 7 are teens, 6 are pre-teens, and about 5 are young adults. Most of the customers are guys, but we have had plenty of girls in here. Most of them are mothers shopping for their sons, but there have been a few girls like us."

"Wow, I never knew you were so into this."

"Well, I try not to base my life around it."

"Yeah, just your business."

"Hey, how about I add you to the client list."


He entered some information then explained to me what being a client meant. "You can come in here and shop casually, but it's better if your a client. It costs $50."

"That's a lot!"

"Not really. We hook you up with a starter kit of diapers, plastic pants, wipes, powder, and my comic book. I'll get to that later. Anyway, after that, you get 50% off from everything you buy here, and, I guess what you would call technical support, no matter how specific, is free."

"Cool, you think you can front me a membership?"

"No, but I have an idea how you can get that $50."

"Sure, anything."

"Your friends here with you?"


"That kid Jay still a smug asshole."


"Tell you what, you get him to the arcade, and while I'm on break, I'll con him silly."

"You're sure he'll go for it?"

"I know he wants to play me, just for revenge for last time."

"OK, deal." Jay was never particularly nice to me anyway.

I at long last returned to my friends. "Where the hell were you?" asked Gary.

"I ran into Chad."

"What were you talking to that fag for?" asked Jay.

"He said he wanted to play you."

"Sure, I'll beat his ass any day."

"I gotta see this," said Carlos.

We all marched over to the arcade. Chad and Sam were there waiting for us. "Back again?" he asked.

"I'll kill your ass," said Jay. "Pick your game."

"Marvel vs. Capcom."

"I'll put money down on that one."

"How much?"


"Very well."

"This is gonna be good," Carlos said.

"Hey, if you're going to be up here yelling at us to kill each other, I think we should charge you $5 admission for this tournament," said Chad.

"That's messed up," said Gary.

"I'll pay," I said.

"Me too," said Carlos. The three of us plus Sam all put our money down and watched the tournament.

"Magneto and M. Bison," said Jay. "You can't beat that, and you don't have Blackheart to help you."

"You always go for the bosses," said Chad. He selected Mega Man and Spiderman. The matches began. Jay won the first round. I watched the swear pour off his face as he struggled with the controls.

"I'm calling a 3-0 sweep," he said. "I'll even put another $5 down on it."

"OK," said Chad. The next round was fairly close. Chad began to use, albeit conservatively, his special attacks and triumphed.

"You ain't wining the last one," Jay growled.

Chad smiled and they got to round 3. It was exciting to watch, and very tense. After taking 1 direct hit, Chad started breaking out the combos and all the special moves in the arsenal. He blocked, countered, and swapped characters like a pro. Pretty soon, M. Bison was knocked out. After that, it didn't take long for Magneto to be sent off packing for the North Pole (pun).

"Take your fuckin' money!" Jay said, shoving the bills in Chad's face. He stormed off angrily, and Carlos and Gary followed. I stayed behind and congratulated Chad on his victory.

"Nice job."

"Thanks," he said. "I've had some practice. Now let's get you set up."

We returned to Kidmania and took a few measurements. Chad gave me my starter kit and a bag to conceal it in and bid me a good day. It was a good day indeed.

My trips to the mall were pretty routine after that. I'd still hang out with my friends, but I'd visit Kidmania a lot, too, while I was alone. I met a couple of fellow diaper wearers there, and we became friends. I also got myself a changing pad, more diapers, and some of Chad's home-made comic books (they were really cool). So far, the only other person who knew about this place was my sister, and she promised not to tell anyone. Life was simple and life was good.

One time while I was with my friends, my life changed a bit. It was the first time I ever fell in love with a girl. I was there with my usual group, plus 2 other kids. These 2 kids introduced us to a bunch of girls and we all had lunch together. Everyone was getting along great, only I somehow felt like I didn't belong. I kept pretty quiet for the most part.

I noticed Christina, one of the girls I was introduced to was fairly quiet as well. I couldn't figure out why. I was quiet for a reason. I felt overmatched somehow and uncomfortably out of place. Everyone seemed to have a cooler life then me. Christina, on the other hand, was different. She had a pretty nice body and seemed like a nice person when she did speak, so why wasn't she speaking more? Hmm, maybe just a shy person I guess. At any rate, I wanted to know more about her.

I was making one of my solo trips to the mall after school one day. I browsed through a few stores, then realized it was getting close to closing time and was about to head home. However, I had to use the bathroom pretty desperately. Unfortunately, I couldn't find an open bathroom anywhere. Every bathroom in the store seemed to be closed, even the ones in Macy's. I wandered about frantically looking for one.

During the course of my wanderings, I ran into Christina. "Hi," she said.

"Hi. Do you know if there's an open bathroom any place?"

"No. You looking for one too?"

"Yeah. Every bathroom in the mall seems to be closed."

"I know, and I really regret drinking all that soda at lunch."

Looks like we both had the same problem. Now it was time for one of us to try to find a solution. I tried to retrace my steps to see if there was any store that had a bathroom. I walked in, walked to the sporting goods store, to the arcade, passed the pharmacy.... The pharmacy! That was it. "I think there's a bathroom in the pharmacy," I said.

We both took off in that direction to find out. When we got there, I asked the clerk if the bathroom was open.

"Yeah, ours is. They're closed all over the mall for renovations."

"Thanks," I said. The 2 of us made our way towards the back of the store, both getting more and more desperate. I then realized there was only one bathroom. "Go ahead," I said.

"Thanks," she answered and alleviated herself. While I was standing in the pharmacy, I found the strain on my bladder to be unbearable. I knew I could only hold it a little while longer, but that was all that I would need. Oh no! I could feel moisture between my legs, and it was spreading. I tried to stop the flow, but being a habitual diaper wearer diminished my control. Damn, this is one time I don't want to wet myself.

"All yours," Christina said, emerging form the bathroom.

"It's a little late," I said blushing.

"I'm sorry, I should have let you go."

"Nah, it's lady's first. I just can't believe I wet myself."

"Hey, everyone has accidents."

"Not like this," I said, then quickly swallowed my tongue. I was not about to embarrass myself by revealing my history here at the mall. I went into the bathroom, splashed some water on my pants and dried them with the hand dryer. I was surprised to find Christina was still there when I got out.

"When you said not like this, what did you mean?" "Oh, nothing," I said. I really regretted ever bringing it up.

"Do you wet your pants a lot?"

I lost my temper. "No, and none of your damn business even if I did!"

She backed away a bit then said, "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked that."

"I shouldn't have yelled at you."

"I asked because everyone in my family suffers from some sort of incontinence."

What? Wow, I wasn't ready for that. "Both my parents used to be bedwetters when they were kids. My brother, he's in college still wets the bed. My cousin is in diapers full time. I just stopped wetting the bed recently, but I still have accidents some time. I hate it!"

"I'm sorry about that," I said. "I don't have any kind of medical history, but I do have a history."

"History of what?"

It took all my courage, but I managed to explain to her my history at the mall. I tried to leave out some of the more embarrassing moments, but it was still hard to talk about. She initially didn't say anything, and I thought I had just made myself look really stupid.

"That's pretty weird," she said.

"Yeah, it is."

"So you know my cousins," she said. "Felicia and Normie."

"Your cousins?"


"You look a little like Normie, but nothing like Felicia." They both shared brown hair and a nice face, while Felicia more closely resembled my sister, only a lot hotter.

"I know. People tell me that a lot."

"Well actually you two have something in common. Your both beautiful."

"Awe, thanks."

I really didn't know how to proceed from then on in, so I chose my words very carefully. "I'm not sure how to say this," I began. "But I like you, Christina."

"I like you, too."

"No, I mean I think I might love you."

"That's sweet," she said. "But..." But what. She probably already had a boyfriend. Damn it! "Are you sure about that? You barely know me."

"I see you in gym class and I see you here. And I like what I see."

"So are you asking me out?"

"Yeah, I guess I am. You want to go to the movies next week?"

"Sure, I'd like that."


"See you Monday."



Wow, that went better then I thought. I now knew why she was a little on the shy side, but it didn't bother me. It was more a turn on then anything. I didn't want to rush anything, so I decided not to tell her about my recent affiliation with diapers. I headed home, put on my thick cloth diapers and plastic pants and let my imagination do its work. Soon, I got the perfect image in my mind, and I began to rub myself to a climax. Though it was perfectly natural, I still felt guilty that I got these feelings and satisfied them so readily. And worse yet, these feelings were about diapers of all things. Oh well, that's just the way I am.

I didn't tell anybody about me and Christina, and neither did she. We chatted briefly in gym, and I noticed that when she bent over to retrieve a grounder in baseball, there was a bit of a crinkling sound. Probably not diapers, but some sort of protection.

School was over for the year Wednesday, and I went to a party with my friends on Thursday. Christina was there, and we talked a bit some more. Some of my friends were starting to notice my attraction to her, but said nothing about it.

Friday came and Christina and I went on our first date. We went to see The Truman Show (we were both Jim Carrey fans). I wore a disposable diaper under my jeans. When nature called, I didn't want to miss any of the movie, or her company for that matter. I bought tickets for the 2 of us and we sat next to each other and watched the previews. Like I said, I really didn't know what I should or shouldn't be doing. I consulted Leeann out of desperation to try to find out the meaning behind female body language, and she was a big help. However, I was still lost. When she put her arm around me, the message became a bit more clear.

While I was temporarily off guard, she moved her hand and felt my diaper. "I wouldn't want to miss the movie...or you," I confessed. She smiled and guided my hand toward her waist. I felt around a bit, and surely enough, she was wearing a diaper as well. The movie seemed to be a bit subdued for somebody as whacked as Carrey, but wasn't to disappointing. I kept my arm around Christina the whole time.

After the movie, we walked out of there both wearing very wet diapers. "That was fun," she said.


She then kissed me on my cheek, and I blushed a little bit. I pulled her closer to me and gave her a kiss back on the forehead. Not bad for a first date.

We had several more dates over the course of the summer, and I'd have to say while they were consistently good, my friends reaction to us wasn't.

"So what's going on here?" asked Gary. "Your never free to chill on Fridays. You have a girlfriend or something?"

"Yeah, Christina Tourcant."

"I knew it," said Carlos.

"Christina Torn-Cunt?" asked Jay. "man, I thought you could do better then that bitch."

"Don't take that from him," said Gary.

"As far as I'm concerned," I said. "There is no better. For me at least."

I tried very cautiously to introduce diapers into our relationship. I started by asking her how she felt about wearing them. "I never really thought about it," she said. "It was a pain that I had to wear them some times, but they weren't too bad. But I think if I had to wear them every day, I wouldn't be able to handle it. Usually, I'm OK with just a pad or something. What about you?"

"This sounds weird, but I love diapers. They feel great, and somehow, especially whenever I'm here, it just feels right for me to be wearing them."

"OK, you're right," she said. "That is weird. But it's OK with me."


That summer was a lot of fun and I no longer feared the mall. I no longer feared pain and humiliation. I now had friends who understood me (Chad and the gang from Kidmania) as well as a girl who loved me. While I kept my life for the most part normal, I didn't have to hide anything form anyone anymore. My parents found out about my fetish shortly after they found out about Christina, and while they weren't exactly pleased, they chose to let it go. One thing was for sure: I couldn't have done anything without the help of my courageous soul, and the boost it got form being at the mall.

Chapter 9


When I was 15 or so, something miraculous happened: I grew up. I started to become and adult. I had a relationship, and a job (assistant at the sporting goods store, after Macy's turned me down, of course). As an adult, I looked upon the mall in a whole different perspective. It was no longer a place of awe and wonder, but of some very harsh realities.

Every day after school, my friends and I would get on the bus and go to the mall as we had been doing for the past year or two. However, we were no longer here to hang out. We had jobs. I worked at Thompson's Sporting Goods, Gary worked at the video store, Carlos at Aeropostle, and even Jay got a job repairing machines at the arcade. Then again, of course, there was Chad and his private business. I became a very frequent customer there and helped out during my free time.

Christina worked across from Carlos at Aeropostale. She worked in the woman's side of the store, while he worked at the means. This was convenient in that when we all met up after work, I would always know what was going on. There was a bit of a problem, however; the store gave very few bathroom breaks. That put Christina in a bit of a dilemma.

One day after she nearly had an accident, she asked me for my advice. "Wear some protection."

"The pads aren't holding it," she said. "And I can't wear a diaper."

"Why not?"

"Do you have any idea how embarrassing that would look if somebody found out?"

"They have discreet products that are also cost effective and absorbent," I said, quoting Chad's advertisement word for word.

"Yeah, where?"

It was time for the proverbial cat to jump out of the proverbial bag, so to speak. I took Christina to Kidmania. She was pretty shocked. "I don't know whether to be happy or scared," she said. "Look at this place!"

Since I was there last, Chad had added a bunch of posters and stuff to the wall, and had some music going on the background. It made it all the more clear that kids ruled here.

"Back again?" asked Chad.

"It's not for me this time," I explained. "Chad, meet Christina."

"Hi," he said.

"Hi. I've seen you around before, I think."

"So, what can I do for you?"

"Umm, well I kinda have a problem. It runs in the family."

"I see what your getting at," he replied. "Come here for a sec." He took some measurements then said he'd be right back

"Do you trust that kid?" asked Christina.

"Yeah. Chad is a real pro at almost everything, including this. Besides, I'm his best customer; he wouldn't want to piss me off."

Chad returned with a pair of what looked like normal underwear and some pads. "OK, let me explain. These look like normal panties, right?"


"Well, good. They are, only they're about 10 times thicker. There's also plastic sewn into the crotch. Take a pad, put it inside where you need it and nobody will be able to tell."

"Thanks," she said. "You have them in other colors?"


She got a pair in green and blue, and got out hassle free.

"That was quick," she said.


"But I've got one question for you," she said. "Are you really into all that baby stuff?"

"Yeah. Is that a problem?"

"No. It's a little unusual, but its kinda cute."


"Yeah. I thought it'd be too awkward but I want to take care of you from now on."

"Take care of me?"

"Change you and feed you and make sure we're both happy."

"Wow, I'd really like that."

"We can try that tomorrow."

The next day I wore very thick diapers under my clothes to work. They made my butt look huge and made quite a bit of noise, but nobody said anything. So far, so good.

When we were on break, my co-worker/supervisor Jaquan asked for a word with me. "Hey Steve," he said. "Can I ask you sumthin?"


"You wear diapers, right?" Damn, he noticed.


"Is that cuz you can't always get to the bathroom? That isn't a bad idea."


"Well, I don't have a problem with it, but Mr. Thompson might and if he does it could mean both our asses. So try to wear something a bit less noticeable, aright?"


Jaquan was a pretty cool guy for not giving me a hard time about it, but he did have a point. Wearing diapers to work, albeit for practicality in my case, was strange and a bit unprofessional. Mr. Thompson, the store manager was a very conservative person and probably wouldn't approve. And even though it wouldn't be fair, he could very well fire me. So in the future I would wear a disposable and nothing more.

After we were all of from work, I hung out with my friends for a little while. I had always found the mall intriguing as a child, and now that I worked her it was far less majestic, but now there were allusions to corruption and ill actions behind its consumer-friendly guise.

"You guys aren't going to believe this," said Jay. "I was repairing one of the machines, right. It had a lot of wiring and I had to really reach in there. It was a pain in the ass and took forever. Anyway, while I was doing this, Mike and Andy, the two guys in charge of the arcade were standing around and chilling. Then this old guy, who was probably their boss came up and they started arguing.

I heard the old guy say," this money didn't just disappear." Then Mike walked over to me to see how I was doing. While I wasn't looking, he must have slipped a bunch of quarters into my pocket. The next thing I know, Andy asked me to empty my pockets. When I did, the quarters came tumbling out. And now all 3 of them were pissed off at me. They fired me. As soon as the old guy left, they were like "sorry, but that money has got to come form some place. And that was it. I don't fuckin' believe it."

"You mean they were stealing money and they blamed it on you?" I asked. He nodded. I was astonished. What had this world come to?

"You think that's bad, check this out," said Gary. "This kid walks in and asks me to get him a porno tape. I said no. So he throws a fit and starts telling everybody that I cursed at him. I nearly lost my job, and it took forever to get straightened out. They didn't even question the kid, just me. It's not fair."

"Talkin' about unfair," said Carlos. "How about Aeropostale. That place is always mad crowded. I don't know about stealing and lying, but it sucks to work there. Right, Christina?"


"See you later," I said. Christina and I started walking around the mall.

"What's up?" she asked me.

"This hasn't been a good day. I find out there's all this corruption going on at the very place in which I work, and I'm also told I can get fired for wearing diapers."

"Ouch. Speaking of diapers, mine are like almost leaking so I'll go change."


"You can come if you want."

I wasn't about to turn down the invitation, so we both walked to the changing rooms in Kidmania. I listened to her talk as she pulled down her pants and began to change. After she was done, she volunteered to change me. "I hope you didn't make too much of a mess," she said.

"Why do you think I wore such thick diapers?" I replied.

She smiled and took off my jeans and slid down my plastic pants. These diapers were Velcro rather then pin and didn't take as long to take off. She let the five well worn cloth diapers fall off then removed the pad beneath them.

"Yuck," she said. My entire bottom was covered with poop, and I was a real mess. Christina ignored the smell the best she could and started cleaning me up with a baby wipe. As the wipe caressed my privates, I got an erection. My feelings were intensified when I was doused lightly with baby powder. I was very much at peace. This wasn't humiliating or shameful. This wasn't a punishment or a requirement. This was an act of love. Christina took an Attends and taped it firmly on me. "All done." We cleaned everything up and were about to leave, but not without exchanging long kisses. It was a very positive experience.

I decided to talk over the corruption issue for Chad. "I'd like to pretend this is a shock," he said. "but it's no new news to me. Stuff like that happens and has been happening. That's another reason why my dad's store isn't booming financially: he's honest. No tricks and no gimmicks, and he's falling behind. I don't get it."

"Me neither," I said. "How about this place?"

"Kidmania is doing great. But that's because thus far nobody who could cause trouble here knows it exists. The only problem is, we're extremely busy."

"I can help out for a little bit."

"You don't have to."

"I'd like to."

"Me too," said Christina.

For the next week or so, I had two jobs. I worked at Thompson's and made off just fine. Nobody gave me any trouble about what I was wearing, and it wasn't nearly as noticeable. After work and after congregating with my friends, I helped out at Kidmania. My payment was in terms of diapers, and I became quite rich.

Since I was 'one of them' (I usually wore nothing more then diapers around the store), customers trusted me and respected my opinion. I helped to steer budding adolescents unsure about diapers in the right direction (even if it meant the loss of a sale or 2), and made sure everyone got the product that was right for them. If my dad could have seen me, he would have thought me an expert salesman.

One day, we got a rather unusual assortment of visitors. First in was Sal. His mother sent him to get thicker diapers to control his output, and also ones that he couldn't remove as easily. He was being grounded for quite some time. I listened to his complaints about his inequitable treatment with an open ear, and advised him to be good so his mom would have nothing to complain about.

Next in were Felicia and Normie. I was busy stocking things and didn't see them at the time. "So your dating my cousin," Felicia said, after tapping my shoulder to get my attention.

"Yeah," I answered. "You really don't look like you're related."

"I know."

"So, what can I do for you?"

"Do you have any pajamas?" asked Normie.

"Yes, I believe we do." I directed him to the clothing isle. There he could choose form our selection. He didn't want any footed sleepers, and instead opted for pajamas with super-heroes and sports teams. "Those look sharp," I said, pointing to the Spiderman pajamas he picket out. They were just like normal pajamas, only they were sewn together in such a way to accommodate a diaper more easily. "You know the Green Goblin's name was Normie."

"Yeah. I'm going to pumpkin bomb this place."

"No you're not," said Felicia. "And why don't you get something to wear for the winter?"

"All they got is footed pajamas."

"Then footed pajamas it is."


"Don't give me a hard time. Better that then freeze."

"Oh, OK," he whined. He brought the items, along with the appropriate funds and his store card over to Sam at the register and he rang them up.

"Sorry about that," Felicia told me.

"No problem. Hey, did you know the Black Cat was named Felicia?"

"What are you, the Spiderman trivia king or something?"

"I guess so."

"Well, take care. And good luck with Christina."

"Thanks. See you and Normie sometime soon."

The next customer in was a lost looking 11 year old.

"Hi. Looking for something?" I asked.

"No," he said, and continued to look around hoping nobody would notice. A minute or two later, he approached me then changed his answer to yes.

"Your Steve, right?"


"I'm Richie. My brother Jaquan knows you."

"Yeah, we work together. So what can I do for you, Richie?"

"If I tell you, can you promise not to tell anyone else?"


"I've been wetting the bed lately. I keep on waking up early and changing the sheets, but I'm tired of it and I've almost gotten caught."

"Did you try going before you went to bed?"


"Well, the first thing you might want to do is but a plastic sheet on there so you don't ruin the mattress."


"And you might also want to wear something."

"Hello no, I'm not wearing diapers."

"I didn't say diapers. Something similar maybe."

"Like what?"

I showed him Goodnites and he was a little intrigued. "Yeah, this might work."

"So how did you find out about this place?"

"I followed you."


"I'm sorry."

"It's OK."

"You're to going to tell anybody about this, are you?"


"Cuz if my mom finds out I wet the bed, she'll get real mad and she'll probably turn me into a baby."


"She works in the baby store at Macy's and she always says, 'I remember when you were that little. Too bad you won't be like that again. Or will you?"

I suddenly had a flashback to a long time ago. Though I didn't like to think about Macy's, I recalled during one of my visits to the baby department with my mom meeting that one clerk who kept on ensuring that I was properly outfitted. Victoria, her name was. She even mentioned that her own son was like me in some respects. I saw the connection.

"Your mom's a nice lady and is probably just joking."

"How do you know?"

"I've met her before."

"I don't like going to work with my mom during the summer. I'd rather go with my dad."

"What does your dad do?"

"He's a cop. He works here at the mall."

"Captain Donner?"

"Yup, that's him."

"Does your whole family work in the mall."

"No, not my brother Lamar. He's in college, but he's going to work here while he's done."

"Well, tell your family I said hi."

"OK. Thanks, man."

That encounter reminded me that despite all the wrongdoing here, there were still some good people left at this mall.

Next week, I received word that Mr. Thompson would be going on a European vacation with his wife to celebrate their 20th anniversary. In his absence, Jaquan would be in charge of the store and I would be assistant manager. It meant more money, but more responsibility as well. I was ready for it.

While Jaquan was helping a customer out, I noticed a strange-looking guy lurking outside of the store. Every time I glanced over in his direction, he'd disappear. Then he'd be back again a few minutes later. After awhile, I was finally able to get a chance to talk to him

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"Maybe you can. I wanted to know if by chance Mr. Thompson is interested in selling this place."

"I don't think so."

"You're sure?"


"Hmm.. well how would you be interested in making an easy $100?"

"What would I have to do?"

"Just give me the inventory to the store."

"I can't do that."

"Hey, what's going on?" Jaquan asked. The stranger then stepped back outside the door after handing me his card. It read: Roger Brenneman. Contact if interested.

I explained the situation to Jaquan and he told me to throw the guy out if I saw him again. Something strange was definitely going on.

Apparently, all my friends noticed strange occurrences as well. All of them had seen the guy before, and he had made similar offers at other stores. In the case of the Post, Roger tried to buy them outright. When he stumbled across Kidmania, he threatened to shut it down. I wondered exactly what this guy was doing and who he was working for. I would get my answer later.

During my time off, Leeann approached me. She was without her friends, a rarity. All my friends threw derogatory comments at her, but she ignored them. "Can I see you for a minute, Steve?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"Something is definitely going on."

"You noticed that too?"

"Look. I was working the cosmetics department in Macy's when I saw that Roger guy and one of the assistant managers of the store talking together. I listened in to what they were saying, and it sounds pretty bad. They are planning to take over the store and the entire mall."

"Wow. I knew it! Macy's is evil."

"I'm serious here. You keep your eyes peeled and I will mine."


The next day, Leeann approached me with some startling news. She had been fired. I felt her plight and was able to provide her temporary employment at Kidmania. I also began an investigation of my own into Macy's. What I came up with astounded me.

Macy's had been owned by Niles Sharman. When Sharman died, his interest had been given to his wife Eileen. Eileen was pressured by Max Lovitt, an assistant manager to sell her share. She begrudgingly accepted. Although she was officially still the owner, Lovitt ran the whole thing. He wanted to institute a complete takeover of the mall and make himself a millionaire by whatever means possible. To achieve this, he hired Roger Brenneman, a former dishwasher salesman and CIA agent to stake out the competition and spot anyone who was 'weak' and willing to sell. The rest they would force out. By the 21st century, the mall would be theirs.

As amazing as it was, I never had a good feeling about Macy's. I knew there was some kind of conspiracy behind it and know I was certain. All I needed was some proof and I would be able to bring the whole thing down before more people lost their jobs at the hands of the corporate machine.

Unfortunately, I never got the chance. While I was getting ready to leave around closing time one day, I entered Macy's out of curiosity. Before I could walk back out, two thugs grabbed me. One of them clamped his hand over my mouth while the other one slowly began to tie me up. I was then dragged off and into some sort of conference room.

Awhile later, the infamous Mr. Lovitt entered. "Max Lovitt," I said.

"Yes, and you are Steven Mattel."

"What do you want?"

"The question isn't what I want, it is what you want. I believe you'd want to be able to enjoy the mall, have a steady job and know you're in good hands with Macy's. I'd also believe that you'd want your sister to be employed here. Everyone will be happy."

"No way, you guys suck. And I'm going to tell everyone about you."

"Little good it'll do without proof," said Roger.

"In the event it does work, however, you'd be doing more bad then good. I am a very powerful man. I'll see to it that all your friends lose their jobs. I'll make sure that freak shop Kidmania is shut down for good. And I'll post my full report on you."


"Yes. It seems you've had some interesting moments here at the mall."

"How did you...."

"Security cameras my boy. Officer Landen of mall security is in my employment."

"I still won't do it."

"Well then think of Vicki Donner, a very caring and dedicated woman who has been working here for quite some time. Almost due for a promotion and a raise. It'd be a shame to see her go..."

"You son of a..."

"Watch your mouth, young man," said Roger. "This can be easy or hard, take your pick."

"Give me a minute to decide."

"Very well. We'll be watching."

That did it! I knew how I could trap them. They'd be watching. Meaning that while they were out of the room, the camera would be running. It was a perfect opportunity to get a confession on tape.

"Well?" asked Max through the door.

"Gee, that's a pretty good proposal," I said nice and clear. "Offering me job security so I won't tell anybody about your takeover scheme."

"Yes, it is, isn't it?"

"I like the way you threatened to fire everyone. That was a nice touch."

"Look, yes or no."

"Fine, I won't tell anyone what you've been up to. It won't leave this room."

"Smart kid."

They untied me and let me go. I knew they would probably get me fired for the pure joy of it. We both knew that. But what didn't know is that I had a lot of leverage on them.

"Steve, what are you still doing here," asked Captain Donner. "It's well past closing time."

"Fred, if you check the video tapes from the Macy's conference room I think you'll find something very interesting."

"We'll see about that."

We both walked to the security station, and he played back the tape. "Nice work," he said congratulating me. "You wouldn't make a bad cop."


"Now you run along home, I think there's still a bus you can catch." I nodded and listened as he called in the police downtown.

"Get me Riggs and Murtaugh," he said. "I think I may have a career bust here for all of us."

Chapter 10

Up until now, all my adventures at the mall had been isolated incidents. I went there, had some fun, came home and life stayed the same. This time was quite different. It impacted the entire mall and life wouldn't be the same again.

First of all, Lovitt and Brenneman and everyone else involved were arrested and convicted of fraud and extortion. There was also a big article in the newspaper about the conspiracy. I begged them to leave my name out, and they did. Instead, Captain Donner got most of the credit. I was identified as an anonymous tipster. However, everyone in the mall knew it was me and I was getting job offers all over the place. I remained faithful to Mr. Thompson.

There was also a huge shakeup in mall management. Eileen Charman was given control of Macy's again, and she divvied it up amongst several consciences and trusted board members. The Donner family was almost given a big bonus: Fred remained the main man in mall security, Victoria became head of the baby department and worked alongside her daughter Ebony. Lamar came home from college and worked in the men's department. After Mr. Thompson retired, Jaquan took over the store and made me a full time assistant manager. Even little Richie got a job: working on the advertising end of Kidmania.

Speaking of Kidmania, the exposure of the scandal proved to be a saving grace for it. Chad felt he had nothing to hide and made the store public. We crossed our fingers that we wouldn't be shut down and booed at. Instead, the opposite happened. We got an influx of customers that were looking exactly for this type of place. Chad was so overjoyed at the business he was getting that he instituted 'free diaper day.'

I myself remained fairly low key. I held down two jobs and a relationship at age 16 with no problem. I remained a receptive friend and a halfway decent little brother, as Leeann put it. I was no hero, just a nice guy.

I continued to go out with Christina for another year or two. Once we were no longer scared and trusted each other, we had a lot of fun together. While she eventually stopped having accidents entirely, she didn't mind at all that I still wore diapers and continued to change them for me. We did eventually break up, but remained close friends.

When I was 17, I went away to college, and I hated it. Life was mundane, boring and difficult. I spent much of my time studying and the rest of it doing nothing. I desperately missed the mall. I couldn't even wear diapers because the guy I shared the dorm with was an asshole and I'd never hear the end of it when I found out. All that hard work did amount to something, as I graduated with a degree in business.

What does one do when one finishes college anyway? Go out an celebrate? After all, you've just earned a weapon to better ready for the world. So why not get drunk and have some fun. Not that type? Fine, go home and see your family and friends, catch up on old times. Oh yeah, and while your at it, be sure to check out the local mall, see how much it's changed. I know I will.


If your wondering what happened after college, I'll be glad to fill you in. I went through a few jobs, a few more relationships, and watched as friends, family, and things of the past slipped away. I now needed diapers more then ever. I missed wearing them as both a child and an adult and they brought back many fond memories for me.

When I was 27, I met some old friends of mine: Felicica and Normie. "Steve, aren't you ever going to grow up?" she asked me playfully while I was sitting on a park bench.

"It's been awhile."

"Yes it has."

"How are you?"

"I'm good."

"I'm vice president of Kidmania nowadays," said Normie. "We've gone national and I can't complain."

"So I take it you still wear diapers?"

"Always, man."

"By the way, how's Christina?"

"She got married," said Felicia. "Then divorced. Lately, she's been pretty depressed."

"That makes two of us."

One thing led to another, and I ended up on a date with Christina. We were glad to see each other and had a lot of fun. This led to several repeat performances until I finally proposed to her. She agreed, and we went out to celebrate.

About 2 months before the wedding it hit me that I may have finally found a piece of life that I can call mine. I was at Felicia's house with Christina, Norm, and Felicia's husband Mark. We were all watching very old home videos. All of them had Normie running around in his diapers. Some of them even had him being changed by his sister or cousin. Though he was turning shades of red and purple upon watching this now, he looked pretty happy in the video.

There were also shots of Christina when she was younger, and she wore diapers in some of them. She wasn't as obvious about it as Normie, but you could tell if you looked.

"Hey, I've always wondered something," I said to Felicia. "Your brother has worn diapers all his life, your husband and cousin are both former bedwetters. How come you're the only one in the family not affected by this thing?"

"Guess I'm lucky."

"Wait a minute," Norm said. He dug up an old photograph of when he was about two. He and Felicia were both playing in a playpen, and both were diapered.

"Damn, I thought I burned that," Felicia said. "And now that your going to be part of this family, are you going to be wearing diapers again?"

"One step ahead of you," I said and pulled down my pants revealing my diapers.

"I think the baby needs changing," said Christina, and she changed my wet diaper right on the floor. Oddly enough, It didn't feel weird at all.

After the wedding, life was a bit tough. I pooled together my finances and made some wise investments, and pretty soon I became worth quite a bit. It then became clear what I must do. I made a proposal to J. Cullough, current owner of the mall, and he accepted my bid. The mall was mine. My destiny had been reached.

At the age of 35, I live close to Fairfield, and work at my prized possession quiet often. Kidmania has since expanded and Macy's has become tolerable. I am also able to get some celebrities to visit every so often. No scandals, no junk proprietors. Just a place where people can buy what they want without a hassle.

When I'm not at the mall, I'm at home with my family. I have 4 children (2 boys and 2 girls), of which only 1 (my oldest girl) hasn't been affected by the family trait. My other daughter and my oldest son are both bedwetters, as is Christina. My youngest son and I share something in common: we are both in diapers full time. "There's no rush to get out of them," I tell him from time to time. Yup, no rush at all, especially when at the mall.

The following is an excerpt from the memoirs and observations of Steve Mattel as recorded in his diary (yes, he had a diary that nobody knew about until he published it)

Excluding Kidmania, its customers and its staff, there are still a great number of diaper wearing kids. Definitely more then people think. Most of them are secretive about it, but a well-trained eye can detect the obvious bulge and listening carefully, you can hear a crinkling or crackling sound emitted by disposable diapers or plastic pants.

Most of the diaper wearers have been boys rather then girls. Though it is probable and one can freely speculate that these kids wear diapers for medical reasons, it is also possible to interpolate otherwise. I have heard bits and pieces of many conversations, and see the same scenarios over and over again. A pattern is emerging.

In some cases, boys are put into diapers by their parents. Sometimes, this is purely as a punishment, and other times it is a remedy to a weak bladder. A lot of these kids seem very unenthusiastic and reluctant to be wearing diapers after such incidents. Yet they do return after awhile, and they seem much happier, as they have adapted nicely to their new diapered life.

There are others who are not so fortunate. There are those who must hide not only the diapers they wear but their desire to wear them as well. I'd seen a few nervous teens crept into the pharmacy and browse at the diaper isle, before and attack of guilt and paranoia drive them out. A few of these confused brave souls are able to override those attacks, grab a big of Attends, make a purchase, and walk out a whole lot happier. Hurrah to them!

There have been a few boys that just seem to wander around wearing diapers. They seemed perfectly undisturbed by the attention around them and act as if the thick material covering them belongs there. These kids have probably worn diapers all their lives and will continue to do so without hesitation.

I can only recall a few instances where I have seen a girl wearing a diaper. I recall one 6 year old with a noticeably thick diaper under her dress. It crinkled as she walked through the mall, her mother holding her hand. I also recall a group of teenage girls hanging out and gosling. "Are you wearing a diaper?" asked one. This attracted my attention, and I could see the outline of a diaper against the girl's jeans. "Yeah, I ran out of tampons," she answered somewhat embarrassed.

In addition to all these kids, there are the clientele of Kidmania, who are usually frequent diaper wearers. Even the staff wears diapers as well. This has become the #1 store for diaper wearers, adult babies, infantilists, teen babies, vintage video game and comic book collections, and purveyors of wackiness in America. And I was there when it started. Though the owners (Chad, Sam and Normie) no longer run day to day operations in this day and age, the do make the frequent visit, both as client and customer.

I can't really explain why kids wear diapers. Some find it arousing, other have to, other still just want to be young again. My initial reasons were purely accidental, but they have now evolved into all of the above 3. It is no great mystery why after all this time I continue to wear them. After all, I'm successful, I'm not under stress, I have a sex life, and I'm not incontinent. So why do I wear them? As Yankees 3rd baseman Scott Brosius once said about not replacing his battered yellow glove: don't trade in the mitt that got you there. Well thanks Scott. I'll take your advice. I shall neither give up my diapers (my mitt) nor the mall (my ballpark) for many days to come.

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