Davey's Story - The 2012 Rewrite Chapter 2
DAVEY'S STORY
The 2012 Re-write
Copyright © 1998 by JD
Rewrite Copyright © 2011 by JD
Warning: The story you are about to read contains diaper use, violence, adult language and strong sexual content. The following is evil, illegal, should be banned, and all that other blah, blah, blah. If reading a coming of age story of self-discovery about pre-adolescent and adolescent boys that wet their beds, wear diapers, and explore their awakening sexuality with each other does not tickle your pickle (or if the law in your area says that pickle tickling is illegal) then don't read it.
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Chapter 2: Dinner and a 20 Year old Story
Dinner consisted of burgers, fries, and Mountain Dew. With all the mountain Dew I was drinking I was soon hopped up, on a Caffeine high. To add to all that I also got a large sundae filled with tons of sugar. With all of the sugar added to the caffeine, I was really rambunctious that evening. This was the reason that when I lived with Mom I rarely ever got pop or sugar. She just wasn't capable of handling a rambunctious kid and I also tended to have more accidents when this was the case.
Talking about accidents reminds me, I did make it to the restaurant before the dam burst so to speak. Before going inside I let Dad know that my diaper was about to capacity and I desperately needed a change. Both he and Uncle Justin gave me a knowing look as Dad grabbed my diaper bag and I took off my suit coat and left it inside the car. Actually my diaper bag was a book bag, that way when people see it they would think nothing of it.
After entering the restaurant Dad and I made a beeline towards the bathroom while Uncle Justin got us a table. As we made our way to the bathroom, my eyes bugged out as we passed all of the games and the many kids playing them. The burger joint was set up just like a Chucky Cheese, except this place served hamburgers instead of pizza. They had all the cool games, like Romper Stomper and Skeeball, which I like to believe that I am good at. I love these type of games as they are easy to play and allow you to earn tickets; which you can trade in for items like little cheap toys or more expensive things, like a portable DVD player.
As we passed all of the games, it didn't even occur to me that the bathroom was most likely not a private one. If I hadn't been distracted, I would have quickly realized that with all the kids present, there would be no way I would be able to get changed before someone either walked in or even worse was there already. As I said I wasn't thinking about it at first, but as soon as we entered the bathroom I was confronted with the reality of the situation. At least luck was on my side, for now. The bathroom was empty for the time being. Just maybe if we hurry I can be changed and back out of there before anyone comes in.
As we entered the bathroom, Dad led me over to the baby changing station and I just knew he intended on changing my diaper on it. Before opening it up he read the directions, I guess he was checking the weight restrictions, because he all of a sudden said, "Okay good you are not too heavy for it."
"Dad you can't put me up there, those are meant for babies!" I tried to reason with him. "Can't we use my changing mat on the floor, like earlier?" I begged!
"That is ridicules Davey, they are meant for anyone who is under the weight limit. Besides do you really think they would have made it to hold kids up to 90lbs if it was only meant for babies? I don't know of any babies that are that heavy" Dad countered. "As for doing it on the floor, there really isn't a lot of space in here and the stalls are not big enough either. Besides if anyone comes in, you would be in their way, and to be honest it would be much easier and quicker up here." As he mentioned this Dad pointed at the baby changing station.
"But Dad, I am 12 years old!" I cried out as he lifted me up onto the baby changing station.
"Davey I can sympathize with you, I know that this is very scary and embarrassing for you." Dad said trying to comfort me. "I wish there was a way that I could make it not so. I would do anything to protect and help you. But you need to get out of your wet diaper so you don't get a rash." Dad said to me, with a look of concern on his face. "Also try not to grow up so soon, cherish this time as you will never be able to get it back. Yes I know you are almost 12, but enjoy your 11th year as long as you can."
I knew dad was right, I couldn't help wonder though, why this restaurant that attracted the number of kids it did, had such a small bathroom. Yes they did have 4 stalls, 4 urinals, and 2 sinks. It also didn't pass my attention that there was no handicap stall or access. "Now is that even legal?" I thought to myself. I was pretty sure I was right about that though. If only I knew then what I know now, I could have saved myself from some embarrassment.
Dad tapped me on my shoulder to get my attention. This of course worked as I then looked up at him. When he saw he had my attention again he calmly said, "Now we are both hungry so let's just hurry and get it over with. Once we get you changed we can go eat." Dad then used his thumb to wipe away the few tears that had started to fall from my eyes.
I nodded to him to let him know that I understood and he smiled back at me as he gently put a little pressure on my chest to let me know that I needed to lay down, which I did. Still a little embarrassed I closed my eyes tightly thinking to myself, "if only I could turn invisible."
As I laid there with my eyes clamped closed I felt dad's hands go for my belt. He started to unbuckle it and then unzipped my pants. He then pulled my suit pants down to my ankles. This exposed my bloated diaper to Dad and anyone else who might decide to enter the Bathroom at that moment.
"Wow you really meant it when you said you needed a change," Dad exclaimed!
Instead of answering him, I kept repeating inside my head, "please don't let anyone come into the bathroom, please don't let anyone come into the bathroom, please don't let anyone come into the bathroom." All while I had my eyes still tightly shut.
"You are not poopy are you?" Dad asked before taking off my diaper.
Eyes closed, I just shook my head from side to side to let him know that I was just wet, but didn't say a word. I really couldn't find my voice right then, but Dad understood.
I rarely ever pooped in my diaper but when I did it could be a real mess, as Dad has found out more than a few times since I came to live with him. If it happened at home or while at our hotel room, Dad normally had me jump in the shower, as it was the easiest way to make sure I was fully clean.
As I lied there, looking at the back of my eyelids, the day's events replayed itself on them, like they were a movie screen. All the feelings I had been feeling throughout the morning and then later that afternoon, were extreme. My stress level had been high, I had an awful pounding headache, and my fear had been running wild, and that was even before I had breakfast this morning! From there, the day just got worse. As my mind remembered the first recess of the day, I thought about my close call, as I had almost pooped my diaper.
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I normally don't wear diapers during the day but Dad had suggested that I do while we were in court, as he knew that stress and fear tended to make it more likely that I would have an accident. Boy was I lucky that Dad had suggested the diapers, I hadn't made it an hour into the hearing when I suddenly, without warning, wet myself. At first I didn't even know I was doing it until my bladder had almost completely emptied itself into my diaper. By the first break of the day I desperately needed a diaper change. From the feel of it I also had to poop and if I didn't get to a toilet soon, it was going to come out whether I wanted it to or not.
Leaving the court room I was practically dragging Dad behind me. Well, I know I wasn't able to really do that as Dad was way too big for me to even budge. I have tried in vain a couple times while rough housing with him, to try and move him as he stood in one place with his feet planted on the floor. He thought it was hilarious as I tried with all my might to do this, only to fail miserably.
Dad did ask what the hurry was. "I really have to poop Dad and it's coming out, I can feel it!" I desperately whispered to him, maybe a little louder than I should. Of course at that point in time, the only thing I was worried about was making it to the toilet in time. I didn't even have to look at Dad to know that he was smiling at me. Now I know he wasn't smiling at my discomfort, no he was smiling at how cute I was, trying to drag him along.
You might ask how this is possible, but don't worry I don't have... "What is it called again? EPS... SPE... ESPN... Hmmm, no, none of these sound right. "Wait a minute! `ESP' that's it! Wow, I can't believe I remembered that." As for how I knew Dad was smiling at me, let's just say I could feel it, but it also helped when I heard him chuckle softly to himself. Later when I asked about it, he said he couldn't help it as I was one funny site at that moment. He said he could almost see what I was like when I was younger because of this. He also made sure I understood that he was not making fun of my situation and he never would do that.
Knowing how desperate I was, Dad scooped me up in his arms, and walked quickly towards the nearest Men's room.
As soon as we had entered the bathroom outside the courtroom, I almost lost control of my poop. I was now very desperate, "Dad, please hurry, I am starting to go!" I cried. I was so sure I was going to soil myself."
"Davey, try holding it for another minute, I know you can do it." Dad encouraged. I just started to cry quietly as I felt my poop trying to force itself out.
"Dad! I can't... I can't...!" I continued crying.
"Davey if you can't hold it just let it out, it's okay I promise. No one will ever know, and I'll clean you up." Dad said soothingly as he continued trying to get my pants down. "Just a moment longer Davey," Dad encouraged me. "If you can hold it that is, if not let me know before I take your diaper off. Okay buddy."
"I think... maybe... I might be able to." I tried to assure myself along with Dad. "Please hurry!" I begged.
By now Dad had my diaper exposed and instead of taking it off normally, he just ripped it off of me. I could feel the turd start poking out, just as the diaper was ripped away. I clenched my buttocks together tightly, desperately trying to hold it. I quickly waddled to the toilet. I was still trying to keep my poop inside of me for a few more seconds as I continued to clench my cheeks closed. I had no sooner sat on the toilet, when my bowels opened and emptied itself.
"Whew that was close," I exclaimed.
"I take it that you made it then?" Dad asked from the other side of the stall door, which he had closed for me after I entered the stall.
"Yes, but just barely," I informed him.
As I sat there emptying myself, I used some toilet paper to wipe away the tears. I was so relieved that I made it but I knew that one more second, I wouldn't have!
As soon as I had finished my business on the toilet and wiped my bottom clean. I came out holding up my pants just below my diaper area as I still had my pee all over it and didn't want to get it on my suit pants.
Dad had locked the bathroom door which I hadn't even noticed. I didn't find out until we left, that it even had a lock. He had also spread out my changing mat onto the bathroom floor so I could lie down, in the now familiar diaper position. Dad, who had quickly become an expert at diaper changes, soon had me in a new diaper.
Even with the close call, it wasn't really too bad and as promised he never said anything to anyone about my close call. Of course who would he tell, Uncle Justin was the only person I could think of and he already knew about my accidents.
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Thinking about this earlier event brought me back to the present, to the diaper change I was getting now. This time the humiliation I was starting to feel was stronger than the earlier diaper change.
This time instead of lying on the changing mat on the floor I found myself for the first time getting changed on a baby changing station. As Dad had untapped my diaper I continued to repeat in my head, "please don't let anyone come into the bathroom."
Fate wasn't with me that day. As Dad was wiping me clean with a baby wipe, the bathroom door opened which got my attention as I opened my eyes and looked towards it. As two boys that looked close to my age entered, my embarrassment hit an all-time high. It didn't take them long to notice me, and a scene I was, no wonder they burst out laughing. I was lying on the baby changing station, naked from my waist to my ankles where my suit pants were still bundled at. I guess they had forgotten why they had come in to the bathroom in the first place as they continued to stare at me and laugh. As my embarrassment increased, blood filled my face and neck. I knew if I could have looked at my face right then, that what I would see would be a face so bright red that you would have thought a zillion suns were powering it.
Why were these boys laughing like they were, didn't their parents ever tell them it was rude. Shoot just with Dad there you would think they would have known better. Nope, they seen him and still laughed at me.
I couldn't stand it, those two boys continued to stand there and laugh at me. I am not sure exactly when it happened but all of a sudden my shame and embarrassment turned into pure rage. If I hadn't been on that baby changing station at that moment in the middle of my diaper change, I swear I would have pounded both of those boys into the ground.
I have been teased quite a bit through my childhood by both other kids and adults. I really hated the fact that I was constantly teased. The teasing I suffered was for a number of different things. Some of them included – that I was slow to learn things and wasn't as book smart as other kids my age. In fact I could barely read, and was extremely embarrassed about it. I was also teased because I was so small, that I looked like I belonged in Kindergarten. Of course there was the biggest reason, the fact that I constantly had wetting accidents at school, usually due to the teachers not letting me use the bathroom when I needed to.
Because of all this I had to learn to ignore it, but as most kids know that isn't always easy. In the long run I ended up using my fist to get them to leave me alone. Yes I got beat down quite a bit but eventually I learned to defend myself better and was winning more of my fights then I was losing. A lot of the kids thought because I was small that they could just shove me around, but they soon learned otherwise. I was one crazy ass fighter and once I started, I didn't back down. Even if it meant I was going to get pounded!
So when these boys started to piss me off I found myself wishing I could just beat the living crap out of them. Yeah I probably would have lost, but I tell you what they sure wouldn't go away unharmed. Even with me up there lying on my back, every muscle in my body tighten and I think Dad could see that I might just lose control. I guess that is why he decided that enough was enough.
Dad suddenly spun around and glared at the boys, "I would suggest that you either get your business done in here or leave." Dad growled with a little more anger then I think he meant to.
Remember when I said earlier how imposing of a figure my dad made because of his height and build. Well he must have scared those kids badly because one of them cowered and pissed himself in fear and the other jumped about a mile high. The two boys than both bolted from the bathroom, they must have then left after that because I didn't end up seeing them again. Through all of this I had without realizing it been crying but not because of fear or shame, but because of the burning rage inside of me. I know this might sound morbid but I was hoping dad had scared them so bad that they ended up dying from fright. Of course I wasn't that lucky but I did chuckle at the thought of it. As I heard those boys screech in fear, my tears of anger were finally finding some vengeance. I was able to let go of some of the pent up anger, my tears becoming a slow trickle. I know this may sound bad, but I was happy that Dad had put the fear of God in those two. I even found a sickening pleasure that one of them pissed themselves. I couldn't help myself thinking, "To bad the other boy didn't wet himself also." Dad though felt really bad, especially since he made one of them pee his pants. I just felt that he got what he deserved.
After the two boys ran for the hills Dad went back to work on getting me re-diapered. The taunting of those two boys fresh on my mind I was starting to wonder if I should just go without the diapers.
"Dad, do I have to wear another diaper now that we are no longer in court?"
"Davey are you sure you want to chance it?" Dad asked me.
"Well, I will be near a bathroom and after this we will most likely be heading back to the hotel, right?" I asked him.
"Most likely yes, but are you sure you want to chance it. With all these games to distract you may not notice when you have to pee before it is too late, and the last thing I want you to do is feel embarrassed if you end up having a very public accident." Dad tried reasoning with me.
"Dad I promise that I will not have any accidents at the restaurant. I am sure I can stay dry and I think I will feel more comfortable without being afraid that someone else might notice my diapers."
"Davey if you don't want to wear one now then I will not force you. I have told you right from the beginning that it will be your decision whether you want to wear a diaper or not. I will never force you to wear one like your Mother or Grandmother did. I know your Grandmother purposefully tried to use the diapers as a way to shame you and that was just plain wrong! I know in her day parents were sure that the child who wet the bed or their pants after a certain age, were just lazy and the way to handle lazy children who peed on themselves instead of using the toilet, was to shame them. What we know these days though is that it is not the child's fault and that shaming them never helped and usually only aggravates the problem." Dad explained to me.
"So if it is my choice, then I choose to go without the diaper, at least while in the restaurant that is." I said with certainty.
"Okay, let me just finish cleaning you then." Dad said while going back to wiping me off with the baby wipe.
As soon as he was sure that he had me completely cleaned he lifted me up off the changing station and pulled a pair of my underwear from my diaper bag and handed them to me. As I entered one of the stalls to take my pants off the rest of the way so that I could put on my underwear, dad packed up the diaper bag and as he left the bathroom I heard him throwing my well used diaper into the bathroom trash can as it made a thump when it hit the bottom of the obviously empty trash can.
As I was slipping my underwear up I couldn't help noticing the thickness of it. I knew why the underwear was thicker than normal, and that was because they were actually training pants for older kids like me. I know that training pants really don't do well when you out right pee in them, but these pants work wonders for kids like me who sometimes without realizing they have to go, lose control of their bladder for a few seconds. If I had been wearing regular underwear I would have had a very noticeable wet spot on the front of my pants. With these, I am able to wet in them to a certain extent, before they show any indication of their condition on the outside of my pants.
As I pulled up my pants and buckled my belt I couldn't help wondering though if I was making a mistake not wearing a diaper after all. I don't know why, but I felt safer while diapered and I didn't have to worry about having to make it to the toilet all the time. I almost felt naked without them, but I was feeling a little self-conscious about wearing a diaper in this restaurant full of kids, a lot of them my age.
Walking outside the bathroom I scanned the area for either of the two boys that had been laughing at me in the bathroom. I was both happy and disappointed at the same time to not see either of them in the entire restaurant. While the last thing I wanted was to have them making fun of me out in the open in front of all of the other kids that were here, what I really wanted was revenge. I decided that I would have to settle with the thought of Dad giving them the fear of God.
Really wanting to join the other kids and play the games that were here, I decided that I should first go find Dad and Uncle Justin. Besides I was really hungry and figured I could always play after I eat. I also knew that I really didn't have enough money to play but only one or two games anyway.
As I located the table that Dad and Uncle Justin were sitting at, I quickened my pace so that I had made it there before they had even realized that I was present and counting. Once they noticed me they abruptly stopped whatever conversation they were having, but not before I had heard Mom brought up in a derogatory manner.
There was something that I had wanted to ask Dad for quite a while now and suddenly, it just popped out of me before I could stop it.
"Dad, why do you hate Mom so much? Did she do something bad to you like she did to me?" I asked Dad in a very serious manner.
I had really wanted to know this as I couldn't understand why, if he hated her so much, they could have ever been married to each other.
"Well son, you have to understand, it isn't exactly what she has done to me but what she has done to you that upsets me so much." Dad explained.
Uncle Justin added, "Davey, you need to also know that your mom wasn't always the way you knew her. She used to be a very outgoing and a life loving person. When we all knew each other back in high school, there was no way your mom would have ever taken and gotten hooked on drugs. She absolutely despised drugs and would even out anyone she knew was doing them. I guess this is what surprises me the most, as I don't see how she could have turned to drugs." Uncle Justin sounded stunned.
"The woman I fell in love with back then Davey was much different and a much better person. I thought at the time we were destined to be together. I even allowed my parents to disown me because of the love I had for your Mother back then. My parents for some reason figured she was bad for me, and looking back at it I guess they were right. I want you to know though, even if I could have changed it and not married your mom, I wouldn't have changed a thing. Just think, if I had, I would have never had the chance to meet such an extraordinary kid, who happens to be my son." Dad happily told me.
"So can you tell me about how she was back then?" I asked Dad.
"I would love to Davey; you should have a chance to know what your Mother was like before her drug habit changed her into the woman she is today. Your Mother was also a very beautiful woman that had every guy in the senior class looking at her. I felt very privileged that I was the one lucky enough to have her though...
Before Dad could go further the waitress showed up and asked us what we would like to order. We all ordered hamburgers and fries. I also asked Dad if it would be okay if I could get a Mountain Dew with my dinner and was happy when he said I could. With our meals now ordered and the drinks brought to our table, Dad started to tell me about what life was like back then, between him and my mom.
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"Well in order to understand, I guess I will have to go back to the beginning. It was some twenty years ago, the year was 1992. Things were good, actually they were great, as Tony the Tiger would say." Dad smiled at the mention of Tony the Tiger. As for me I had no idea what he was talking about. I decided to just nod like I knew what he was going on about as I really didn't want to interrupt him at this moment.
"Both your Mother and I were in our senior year. I was the captain of the football team and she was the most beautiful cheerleader I had ever set my eyes on. I knew right away that I wanted her and started a quest to make her mine. I am not sure why she acted like I was not worthy of her at first, I mean I was the captain and quarterback of our football team. I could have had any girl in the school, except for your mom it seems. I decided to not give up so easily, Justin here, who was my best friend back then as well, suggested that maybe she was just playing hard to get. So I kept at it, trying to get her to just go on one date with me. For some reason though, she flat out refused me every time. I soon got the hint that she was not after all playing hard to get." Dad once again smiled, all I could think was that he was smiling at something he wasn't telling us.
"Well it took me a couple months but I finally found out why your Mom kept refusing me. I heard through the grape vine of our school that she thought I was a stuck up snob who bought his way on the football team. See my parents were pretty wealthy and though not super rich, they were definitely well off. For my birthday that year they actually bought me a new car. I also had pretty much anything I wanted, except for one thing... your Mom." Dad sighed before continuing.
"I knew your Mom did not come from a family with money, in fact they were deep in debt and had very little money. Even so I didn't care, I knew the moment I saw your Mom that I would give up everything just to be with her. So I decided to change my tactics, and instead of using my I am so great attitude to pick her up, I instead humbled myself and tried to show her that I too, cared about things other than money. I had found out that she did a lot volunteer work and decided to also give my services as well to the same organizations that she did... "
I couldn't help myself as a question formed in my mind and came out before I barely knew it. "Did that actually work?"
"Well not at first Davey. Your Mother figured I was doing it just to hassle her and on some point that was definitely the case as I was doing it to show her that I was not just some snobbish brat. It took some time but eventually I proved to your Mom that I was in deed wanting to help others. For one thing, I always went the extra mile and offered my time, even when she could not be there. I also decided that I should befriend your Mom at first rather then just trying to get another notch on my belt." Dad stopped his tale when the waitress came to our table and asked if we needed refills. She also let us know that because they were swamped, it might be a while longer for our food to be ready and brought out to us. For our trouble she offered us a free appetizer to eat while waiting for our meals. The appetizer turned out to be warm chips and salsa.
While we were all enjoying the chips and salsa, Dad started telling his story again.
"Becoming friends with your Mom was the best thing that I could have ever done. I found out how much she hated her home life. Don't get me wrong, she cared for her aunt and uncle very much. Like all teenagers, your mother just wanted her freedom. She was currently living with her aunt and uncle because her mother had died some years back."
Dad looked at me at that moment and could see I was about to interrupt him again. Before I could say anything though, Dad answered my question that I wanted to ask.
"At that time Davey, neither your Mother nor I knew that your Grandmother, your Mom's Mom, was alive after all. We had been told this because the truth was that your Grandmother was not very good with kids." At this I nodded my head in agreement with Dad.
I knew this because I had first-rate knowledge of how my Grandmother treated children. She was a miserable old woman who seemed to enjoy the emotional torturing that she not only did to Mom, but also to me. She was the first person to introduce diapers back into my life, that is if you don't count Hilda. But I haven't worn them full since I was a baby. With her it was nothing like how Dad dealt with my accidents. She would punish me for every accident I had and would make it well known to all of those in the apartment building where she lived that I still needed diapers. I lost count of how many times she would make me go out and play with only a diaper on. That was when things got real bad. I no longer had any friends and had been finding myself in more fights over the diaper thing. The rule was that if I had an accident, and it didn't matter if it was a pants wetting or bed wetting accident, I would have to spend the rest of the day in diapers. I tried going to my Mom about it but she just told me to deal with it for now. Anyway I really don't want to think about all of that now. Instead I went back to listening to Dad talk about the old days.
"Your Mother was led to believe that her own Mother perished in a house fire, but in reality she was never inside the house when it caught fire. I didn't learn until much later that your Mom's Aunt and Uncle made it a demand when they took custody of your Mom that your Grandmother would stay out of her life. In a way this was the best thing that could have ever happen to her. Her Aunt and Uncle took her in when she was 11, your age in fact Davey. They didn't have much money but they did give your Mother something she hadn't had before... Love."
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When Dad paused this time I could tell that he was deep in thought, most likely lost to the past. One thing I could not understand was why he always seemed to talk about Mom like she was this bad person, but all of a sudden act like she was the best person ever. It was very confusing to me and I am not sure if I will ever understand it. Did he still love Mom, somewhere deep inside him? I don't know but I kinda think he does. Man this is just confusing and it is making my head hurt trying to figure it out. Maybe someday I will understand it all.
Dad was still lost in his thoughts when our waitress showed back up and once again asked us if we wanted any refills. She also again apologized about the wait and let us know that our food should be out shortly. Since she had again given us all drink refills, I was now starting to get hopped up on Caffeine. I also noticed that I had to pee desperately.
"Dad" at the mention of his name he seemed to come out of where ever he was inside his brain. He hadn't even realized that the waitress refilled his glass.
"Yes Davey, what is it?" Dad asked still a little out of it.
"I really need to pee! Can you finish your story when I get back?" I asked him.
"Sure buddy, take your time." Dad said through a smile. And then he frowned, "Do you need any help or anything?" he asked and I knew what he was asking about.
He wanted to make sure I didn't need a clean pair of underwear as I had a bad tendency of wetting myself a little before I noticed my bladder being full. That is I have this problem when I am usually distracted by something. For instance I have gotten so distracted with a video game system that Dad got me that I have not only full out wet myself, but have also pooped my pants on a few occasions. I just have a hard time leaving a game. Now if I had still been living at Grandmother's home, I would not only been forced to wear a diaper, but I would also have been spanked and sometimes, even have my nose pushed into my mess. Grandmother did this to shame me, according to her she would rub my Mom's younger brother's face into his wet sheet every morning back when they lived with Grandmother. He ended up with his Dad though instead of going with my mom to her Aunt and Uncle's place. Both Mom and her Brother had different fathers and my mom's father was a dead beat and no one knows where he is at. Now with Dad, I never get punished though he has on a few occasions recommended that I should wear a diaper, if I am going to be playing with my game system for a while.
I knew I had in fact wet myself a little and was about to end up losing more if I didn't get to a toilet soon, but I really didn't want Dad to think he should have put me back in a diaper after all.
"No I am fine, though I need to go now so I don't have an accident." I told Dad as I got up, clutching my boyhood. I was trying to clamp off the new flow of urine that escaped as I got up from the table. I quickly made my way to the bathroom still trying to clamp off the flow of urine that was trying to still be released from me.
Boy was I feeling a lot better as I fished out my leaking boyhood and let loose into one of the urinals. After I had relieved myself I decided to check out the damage. It didn't take long to notice that the training pants were pretty soaked and I even had a small wet spot on the front of my suit pants.
"Dang! Now what am I going to do?" I asked myself.
I knew if I left my wet underwear on, that because they were so wet, they would eventually make a much larger wet spot on the front of my pants. I didn't want to take them off because then I would have to carry them back out all the way to the table and all of those Kids would see what a baby I was. As I was trying to figure out what to do, the bathroom door opened.
Boy was I relieved when it turned out that the person entering the bathroom, was not one of the boys out there playing, but in fact was Uncle Justin. He quietly walked up to one of the urinals and started to do his business.
"I decided to go ahead and take a moment before our food comes and empty my bladder as well." Uncle Justin explained while finishing his pee. "Oh by the way, your Dad figured you might need these, and how happy I was when he handed a clean pair of training pants to me.
I don't know how I could have missed the makeshift diaper bag that Uncle Justin had slung over his shoulder. All I can think was, that my mind was so concentrated on my wet pants, that I hadn't noticed the book bag at all.
I was very relieved and as I reached out and took the training pants from him I said, "Thank you Uncle Justin, I really don't know what I was going to do if you hadn't brought me these."
I then went into one of the stalls, took of my pants and wet underwear. As I slipped off my peed training pants I remembered something.
I opened the stall door just a crack. "Um, Uncle Justin," I started to say.
"Yes sport?"
"Can you look and see if my blue jeans are still in my bag?" I asked, while desperately hoping they were as my wet spot on my pants though small was very noticeable. At least in my opinion it was.
"Here they are Tiger." Uncle Justin said as he handed me my jeans that luckily were still in my bag.
As I was about to slip on the clean training pants, I couldn't help thinking that Dad was getting really good at detecting my lies. It really didn't matter I was just glad he gave Uncle Justin my diaper bag.
"Just hand me your wet stuff okay." Uncle Justin said while I still had the door opened a crack.
I quickly handed him my soaking wet underpants and suit pants and then closed the door. "Thank you Uncle Justin, you are a life saver!" I happily told him right before he left the bathroom.
I probably should have asked him for a couple wipes before he left but I figured that this one time, I would go without wiping myself before putting on my clean clothes. As soon as I was redressed I left the stall and went over to the sink and washed my hands thoroughly.
A few minutes later I was back at our table enjoying my hamburger and fries that arrived right as I was getting back. It turned out to be the best burger I think I ever tasted. While eating I found myself thinking back on what Dad was telling us before I took off to the bathroom.
"Dad, can I ask you something?" I asked with my mouth full of French fries.
"Son, I think you already did." Dad said jokingly and then took a big bite out of his own burger. After he was done chewing and had swallowed he said, "Davey I am more than happy to answer any question you have. I know that you have not always been able to do this but anytime you need to ask me anything, I want you to feel comfortable to come to me and ask. I am here for you son, and don't you ever forget it." As Dad explained this he put his arm around me and gave me a quick hug. It was these moments with Dad that always made me feel better.
"Dad, why is it that you seem to hate Mom so much now, but when you talk about her and your past, you sound like you still love her?" I asked Dad, as the question was still bothering me a lot.
"Well Davey, that one is a little hard to explain, you will probably understand a lot better when you get a little older. Let's just say that even though I am really upset with your mom today and the way she has messed up her's and your life, I still can't help but feel the love of the person she use to be. They say that you never forget your first true love, and your mother was that for me. Does that make any sense to you Davey?" My Dad asked while looking at me questionly.
Actually it made me more confused then I was already. Was Dad saying then that he still loved Mom, or was he saying that he didn't. Well maybe he was right and I will understand better when I get older. I decided to drop the matter for now as I really wanted to hear the rest of Dad's story.
"So you were telling us about Mom and how her Aunt and Uncle gave her Love." I said reminding Dad where he left off on his story.
"Yes that is right. Your Mother flourished at her Aunt and uncle's place. It wasn't long after are friendship blossomed when we took the next step and went out on our first date. I will never forget it, your mom was wearing the most perfect yellow dress and she had let me know that I looked smashing in my Sunday best. I really wanted our date to be fancy, but I was afraid that if I over did it she would once again think I was showing off. So I asked her the day before, if she could pick anyplace, where would she want to go on our first date. Your Mother surprised me when she said that she would love to go on a picnic in the park." Dad smiled as he mentioned this. "I guess I was a little over dressed, but I really wanted to look good.
"So you went on a picnic?" I asked Dad.
"Davey your mother really loved picnics. I guess it was because it sounded to her like what the perfect family would do." Dad explained to me.
"So does that mean you guys went on a lot of picnics?" I asked Dad.
"Davey let's just say that I went on so many with your mother, that I have lost count. Anyway your mom was an excellent cook and she had put together what would be considered the perfect picnic meal. Fried Chicken, Mashed potatoes, and Corn on the Cob. I loved that meal not only because it tasted good but because it was the first time your mother and I kissed." Dad said through a smile.
"Ooh, gross don't tell me that!" I said while trying to wipe the image from my mind.
Dad just laughed before continuing. "That picnic lead to many more and soon all our friends in school knew that we were dating." This time it wasn't me who interrupted Dad, but Uncle Justin.
"I guess you can blame me for that one Jeff." Uncle Justin said with a laugh.
"I figured so." Dad said returning the laugh.
"Okay, okay, how about we get back to the story." I said trying to be a smart ass.
Dad just looked at me and growled. "Listen kid you know what they do to youngsters like yourself?" Dad asked jokingly.
I shook my head side to side letting him know that I did not have a clue.
Dad then reached over and started to tickle me. "They tickle you until you drop dead from laughter." Dad said as I started to laugh hysterically. Now if we had been in a normal restaurant we would have stood out like a sore thumb, but inside this place with so many laughing children playing, no one paid the slightest attention to us.
"Dad... Please... Oh please... stoooppp... " I begged while laughing up a storm.
"Okay, but only because you said please." Dad said as he finally stopped his deadly tickling. I was so glad I had already gone potty before hand, because I knew I would have been soaked now if I hadn't. Even so I did have a small feeling that the Mountain Dew was filling my bladder and figured I would rush to the bathroom anyways.
"Sorry Dad, I have to go to the bathroom again." I said as I left the table.
"Maybe you should cut him off Jeff." Uncle Justin said grinning at me as I left. Who knows maybe he was right even though I knew he was joking. I had already polished off three glasses of Mountain Dew and was now working on my fourth. I knew one thing for sure; I was going flood my bed tonight, well hopefully only my night diaper.
Since I hadn't wet myself this time I was quickly back at the table where I once again started shoving fries into my mouth. "So what happened next Dad?" I asked him with my mouth still full of half chewed fries.
"Now that is gross," Dad said pretending to be sick.
I just laughed as I swallowed my mouthful of fries, causing a few bits of chewed fries to splatter the table.
"Your right that was gross." Uncle Justin added sharing a smile with Dad.
"Alright, alright, just stop spitting your food everywhere." dad said still smiling.
I returned his smile and shoved more fries into my mouth as Dad continued his story.
"Well as I was saying it wasn't long after we started dating that everyone at school knew about it." At this Dad gave Uncle Justin a look which caused him to chuckle. "Your mother and I spent the rest of the school year dating. We were hardly ever separated from each other for very long. I adored your mother and she knew it. I think we both knew by the time that we went to our Senior Prom together, that we were meant for each other. We were two half's of a whole. We were even crowned King and Queen of the Prom. We also were called the most likely couple to stay together in our Senior Yearbook. Everything was great, things couldn't have been better, except for one small problem." At this my Dad stopped to finish his burger, and I couldn't help thinking that he was doing it to drive me nuts.
"Daaadddd!" I said trying to get his attention as he continued to chew his food ever so slowly.
"That's my name, don't wear it out!" Dad kidded as he finished swallowing his last bite.
"Come on Dad what was the problem?" I asked ready to pounce on him if he didn't start explaining, and soon.
Dad laughed and finally continued his story. "Well you see, as I already said your mother was from a poor family and I was from a family who were well known in the community. My Dad your grandpa, ran his own business that his Great Grandfather started. The way my parents looked at it, your mom was from the wrong side of the tracks and they forbid me to continue seeing her." Dad took a drink of his pop before continuing.
"As I continued to go against their wishes, they finally gave me an ultimatum. I was to either stop seeing your mom, or they would disinherit me. At first I was crushed, I had been looking forward to going to college. I had been accepted into the University of Michigan and was going in to their football program. I had even earned a scholarship that would pay for my tuition and books. Unfortunately I would still have to pay for my housing as all Freshman were required to spend the first year in the dorms, unless that is if you were accepted into a fraternity. I really needed my parents support for me to be able to go to school. I knew that I would have to get a job without their help, and I also knew that if I did I would have a hard time going to school and playing ball if I also had to work a full time job. I knew my parents thought that Debbie, your mom that is, was just a flyby thing for me and figured I would be back on the path of the straight and narrow. That is if they gave me this ultimatum. Instead though it caused the opposite effect. I decided that if my parents could not accept your mother in my life, then I would not accept them into ours." Dad said this with what I was sure a little regret in his voice.
I knew from what my Dad had already told me, his Dad my Grandfather and him never had a chance to mend fences before my Grandfather passed away after a massive heart attack. He did make up with his mother, who it turned out really never disliked my mom. She had tried to help my dad on a few occasions by letting her husband know how stubborn he was being.
I never had a chance to meet my Grandfather, but I was very happy when I met my Grandmother, who by the way asked me to just call her Grandma. Until then, I thought that the only place you would find a nice sweet Grandma was on T.V., but boy was I surprised to find the nicest and sweetest Grandma ever. Dad's Mom went out of her way to spoil me and she never once raised her voice at me or punished me, even when I accidently peed on her couch. I had almost been certain then, that I was going to be spanked. I did have to help clean up the mess, which was easier then I thought it would be. We took off the cushion cover that I peed on and put it in the wash, she then helped me wash all of the pee out of the foam cushion, after that we set it outside to dry in the summer heat. I knew right away that I loved Grandma Brown, very much.
As I was thinking about all of this I was also listening to Dad as he continued telling us what had happened. Actually Uncle Justin knew the whole story by now, but for my benefit I guess acted very interested in hearing it again.
"Because of that ultimatum, I decided to prove to my parents how wrong they were. So right after Graduation, me and your mother were married. Because I had been cut off, my parents even took away my car; we had to use a justice of the peace to marry us. At first things were going great, yes we didn't have much money but we did have our love. I had decided to ask U of M, if they could hold my scholarship for a while and was happy to hear that they could for 2 years. We needed money for the time being so I had managed to get a job working at the local supermarket as a bag boy. It didn't pay much, but we somehow managed." Dad stopped to take another drink, which reminded me of my half empty glass.
I quickly guzzled down the rest of my Mountain Dew and asked for another when the waitress once again came around.
This time though Dad gave me a knowing look and said, "It is going to be extra thick diapers for you tonight." He then smiled as I shrugged my shoulders and went back to drinking my pop when the waitress brought my refill.
Dad continued to smile at me as he went on with his story.
"Like I said things were going good. At first because we didn't have much money we stayed with your mom's Aunt and Uncle. It was a very small place and we really felt like we were imposing so as soon as we had enough money we found ourselves a cheap place to move into. Yes it was kinda dirty and small, and even had a weird smell. But both your mom and I loved it, because it was our own. In no time your mom had the place spruced up. She even took care of that weird smell which turned out to be a couple dead rats under the sink. She made that place our home and we both were probably the happiest we ever were in that place." Dad smiled again before looking at me, "Davey hopefully someday you will get a chance to know what it is like to have your own place with that special someone in your life."
"If you are trying to tell me how I am going to want to be with some girl someday, I have one word for you, Yuck!" At that Dad let out a loud rolling laugh that became contagious as Uncle Justin started to laugh as well. In the end I even started laughing but only for a few minutes as I wasn't sure what was so funny. Now I didn't really know why we were laughing as I was being honest with what I told Dad.
"Well Davey, it's like this Someday you may change your mind." Dad said still laughing a little.
"I definitely will not!" I said in a stubborn voice which only made both Dad and Uncle Justin laugh even more. I was starting to wonder if they were laughing at me as they continued to howl with laughter. "Your not laughing at me?" I asked using my most serious tone I could muster.
"I am sorry Davey, were not laughing at you I promise!" Dad said through his dying laughter. "We were just laughing at what you said, you don't know it yet but you have the makings of a great comedian." Dad informed me and Uncle Justin agreed.
"Okay now everyone calm down now." Dad said before once again going back to the time when he and my mom were still married.
"It wasn't long after Justin over there, left to go to College, when your mother and I received wonderful news. Your mother was pregnant and we were going to be the proud parents of a little baby girl in approximately 8 months. The pregnancy was tough on your mom and we soon found that we were not getting along as well with each other. I started to take extra shifts, just so I didn't have to go home and hear your mom complain about everything. Life for those last few months was very hard for us and the only thing that kept us together was the baby. We didn't know it right away but your big sister Davey was in trouble. Somehow the umbilical cord had wrapped itself around your sister's neck." Dad stopped when he saw the confused look on my face.
"What is an um-belco cord?" I asked while having trouble pronouncing the word.
"Well Davey, think of it like your straw there." Dad said looking at my almost once again empty glass. "You see the straw allows you to suck the pop from the glass and into your mouth. Now with an umbilical cord it is sort of the same thing. It is a flesh like tube that allows food, water, and Oxygen to reach your stomach and lungs." Dad stopped again and looked at me before asking, "You do know what your belly button is, don't you?"
"Sure" I said. "It is the spot on my belly that sometimes collect's lint and I have to dig it out." I added being serious with my answer.
"Now that is just plain wrong for the dinner table." Uncle Justin stated with a chuckle. For a minute there, I thought they were going to start laughing but before they could, I asked my Dad a question.
"Why are you asking me about my belly button?" Again I thought I was being serious and was a little angry when I saw Uncle Justin cover his mouth and my dad once again smiling like he was about to burst out laughing himself.
"Boy Davey, you are such a serious little boy." Dad said still smiling at me.
"Hey I'm not little!" I protested.
"Well it certainly looks like your little to me." Uncle Justin said trying to rile me up.
I ended up giving him the evil eye and then looked back at dad with a questioning look. I was still wondering why Dad had asked me about my Belly Button. I guess Dad knew what I wanted because he started to explain to me why he asked.
"The reason I asked about your belly button Davey, is because that is where your Umbilical cord was attached to, and that was how you received your nutrients. Once you were born, the Doctor cuts it off. You no longer need it then as you would from then on receive your nutrients through either your mom's breast milk or through baby formula. Anyway as I was saying, in your sister's case the umbilical cord had wrapped itself around her neck and was choking her. Because of this the doctors had to do an emergency C section to save the baby. Your sister was born way too early because of this and had to spend several weeks at the hospital in an incubator."
Dad once again saw my confusion. "Remind me to explain that further at another time" He answered my unasked question. I just nodded my head.
"Well your sister had what the doctors called a refusal to thrive, and your mother and I were very scared that we were going to lose our new baby. I swear I did something I hadn't done in years. I went to the chapel inside the hospital and prayed to God, to please save our daughter. Things were touch and go for quite a while, but eventually she was well enough that the hospital released her. They asked us to keep an eye out for any problems, and we promised that we would." Dad paused for a minute before continuing.
"Your sister `Ashley Marie Brown' was born on August 21st, 1994. We were not able to bring her home until October 5th, 1994. For a while there your mother and I forgot about our problems. We were now getting along better than we had in quite some time. Because we now had a baby to think about we decided that we needed something a little better then the place we had currently. The last thing we wanted was our baby to be bitten by the rats that resided in the apartment building that we lived in. Knowing that, I needed more money in order to afford a better place, I decided to ask for a raise. I was very surprised when I found out that the store manager wanted to not only give me a raise, but also promote me. I didn't know at the time, but he had been evaluating me for a position as assistant manager. I was ecstatic when he offered me the promotion and took it right away. He even gave me a small bonus which allowed us to get a new cleaner and safer place to raise our baby daughter. Within a few months we even managed to save enough money to buy a car. Things were starting to look up for us. I even managed to get another extension on my scholarship. Things were lining up and we thought our hard times were over with, but how wrong we were." At that Dad had once again stopped and when I looked up I saw tears streaming down his face.
"Dad, please don't cry." I begged on the verge of tears myself.
"Davey I hope you never have to experience pain like your mother and I had to at that time." Dad said as he caressed my face.
By now the tears that had been welling up in my eyes were now falling freely down my face. I wasn't even really sure why I was crying. All I knew at that moment was that I felt real sad for some unknown reason.
I guess Uncle Justin thought we both needed a break from the story and a pick me up. "Hey Guys how about some Ice Cream for desert, my treat!" Uncle Justin offered.
That definitely did the trick for me. Like most kids I loved ice-cream and my favorite was strawberry. "Can I have a strawberry sundae?" I asked pleadingly.
Dad looked up at me and his face brightened a little. "Yes you can Davey! Have the biggest sundae they have! Maybe you can even let your old man have a little bit." Dad said with some trumped up enthusiasm.
So the next time our waitress came around I ordered their triple scoop strawberry sundae, with chocolate sauce and two cherries on top, one for me and one for Dad.
Uncle Justin got himself a piece of apple pie and when our desert came I told Dad to dig in. I guess he wasn't very hungry as he only ate two spoonfuls. As I ate my delicious sundae I notice that once again my dad and Uncle Justin were chuckling. I gave them both the evil eye as I took another large bite.
"Boy Davey you may want to slow down, you are going to give yourself a brain freeze." Dad warned me.
I just smiled and took another big bite. The sadness that I had been feeling not long before, was now completely erased from my mind. I knew I was making a mess of myself trying to shove large spoonfuls of ice-cream in my mouth, but to be honest I really didn't care. I was truly enjoying my wonderful desert.
"Davey I am thinking you may need a bath before bed tonight! You are certainly getting that ice-cream all over yourself." Dad said through another chuckle.
As I finished off my sundae, shoving the last spoonful of melting ice-cream into my mouth, Dad decided to help clean off my face. He got as much of it off as he could before suggesting that I should maybe go back to the bathroom and wash my face in the sink and try using the toilet.
"Oh Dad, do I have to?" I asked.
"Well Davey it's up to you." Dad said smiling again at me.
By now I had completely forgotten the story as the ice-cream sugar high was mixing with my caffeine high. All I wanted to do right then was go over with the other kids and play some games.
"Dad can I have some money so I can buy tokens for the games?" I asked giving him my cutest puppy dog face.
"Now who can resist that?" Uncle Justin asked through a fit of laughter. "I think you are being suckered Jeff." He added.
"Oh well at least he is cute." Dad said as he reached up and pinched my cheeks like some T.V. grandma would do.
I knew I had him when he finally reached for his wallet and took out a $20 bill. Here, don't spend it all in one place." Dad said trying to be a smart ass.
I just smiled and as I took the money I said, "Love you Dad!" I then ran off to join all the other kids in the noisy place. It wouldn't be until later the next day before I remembered that Dad never finished his story. As of now all my worries were behind me. I just wished though that I had taken Dad's advice and visited the bathroom before going to play. If I had, I might have not had the most embarrassing thing yet to happen to me!
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