A few days after I had received my new phone, Mark and I had decided to make a trip to Gulliver’s Mountain, which is a store for outdoorsmen and hunters. We really didn’t have a reason for going other than just wanting to go check out all the cool stuff they sell. However, there was a wrinkle in our plan. That particular day, I was supposed to be keeping an eye on little Damien, but after Mark and I talked it over, we decided that it might be more fun if we turned it into a friendship outing, with not only a trip to Gulliver’s Mountain, but also lunch at McDonald’s, and if time allowed, we’d catch an afternoon movie matinee at the two-dollar Danbury Cinema. So, after a few phone calls, to get permission from everyone’s parents and/or guardians, five of us, Mark, Sean, Damien, Mike and yours truly, began walking north, across town.

It had been quite a while since Mark and I had put together the ‘Super Hero Emergency Diapering Kits’ and we had yet to be presented with an opportunity to field test the first kit. Well, before leaving, I thankfully had the presence of mind to pack the first two kits Mark and I had put together, because before the day was over, the kit would have not one but two field tests. I also had the brilliant idea to bring along several extra diapers… just in case.

Since my house is at the extreme southern edge of our town, and Gulliver’s Mountain and the Danbury Cinema are both located at almost the opposite end, north of I-70, Mark and I figured we’d need at least an hour and a half just to walk that far, but in reality, it took us more than three, because we stopped several times.

Our first stop was due to Damien, whining about his legs being tired. Since I was wearing my backpack, loaded down with diapers and such, Mark ended up carrying Damien on his back. You know that Mark hardly ever goes anywhere without his own backpack, but he was totally cool with allowing Mike to wear it for him. Once Damien was on Marks back, he quieted right down.

Our second stop was at the Super America Gas Station and Mini Market, which is not even a full mile from my house. The Mini Market wasn’t exactly an unscheduled stop. Once I knew Damien was coming along, I had decided that we’d stop there and I’d take Damien into the bathroom to get him diapered. I wasn’t sure how he’d take to being diapered in public like that, but I was hoping that, as long as he trusted me, he would probably go along with the idea. And boy did he ever!

“Really?” he squeaked when I whispered in his ear what I had in mind.

Damien leapt from Marks back, nearly causing Mark to take a nose dive into the asphalt parking lot. Damien grabbed my hand and was pulling me toward the store as I said to the other guys, “Be right back.”

I’d been in the bathroom of the Super America Station. It’s big and clean and there’s lots of room on the floor. However, they didn’t have a changing station hanging on the wall. That would have been really cool if they had. I would have gotten a kick out of changing Damien on one of those.

I also would have loved to put Damien into one of Marks diapers again, but I knew that there was no way his pants were going to fit over something that thick, so I settled for one of the new diapers that Mark and I had gotten for the Super Hero Emergency Diapering Kits. Before I even had the bathroom door locked, Damien had stripped off his shoes, socks and pants and was tugging at his Spider Man underwear, which was already slightly damp in the very front.

The thought of Damien peeing on Mark nearly caused me to laugh, but I was able to shake that thought loose from my mind.

“Whoa, keep your shirt on.” I told Damien when he started pulling his shirt over his head.

“Let’s just get you down on the floor and I’ll get this on you.” I said pulling one of the diapers out of my backpack.

Damien’s eyes bugged out of his head when he saw the crisp, white, disposable diaper dangling before him. I used the full treatment on him too. I used diaper cream all over the front and back, and I made sure to get it between his tiny butt cheeks and around his poop shoot too, and then came the powder, which made the bathroom smell really good, and finally, the diaper. On Damien, it seemed a little big, but once I had it in place, it looked really good. Before I let him get back up, I put his socks back on him, making sure to tickle his little feet in the process.

“Max! No tickling!” Damien giggled.

When I helped Damien to his feet, I saw how adorable he looked, standing there wearing a white button up shirt, white tube socks and a white diaper. I wished I had a camera to snap a picture of him.

In no time, I had Damien ready to leave the bathroom and when I opened the door, there stood Mike with the goofiest grin on his face.

“What?” I asked him.

Damien slipped past the two of us and ran out of the Mini-Market, giggling and skipping. Mike pushed me backwards into the bathroom and then came in too, locking the door behind him.

“What?” I asked again.

“I want to wear one too.” He said so softly that I had to ask him to repeat himself.

“What was that?” I’d said.

Not really speaking any louder he leaned forward and said, “Can I wear one too?”

“Uh…” I stammered with disbelief and joy.

I had forgotten that he was wearing Mark’s backpack, and when I started to take mine off again, he said, “No, I… um… want to use one of Mark’s. He said it was okay.”

“Oh… Okay, yeah sure!” I said, finally getting my hormones under control.

Mike then asked the most wonderful question, “Can you help me like you did at my party?”

It’s a good thing it has been a while since I cracked my head, otherwise, all the blood my heart was pumping to my brain might have given me another one of my migraine attacks.

My body was trembling with untamed excitement as I tried to answer. “Y-y-yeah s-sure!”

Mike beamed!

Unlike Damien, Mike didn’t undress himself. He left that job to me, and you had better believe, I enjoyed every minute of it.