The Three Diapered Amigo's Book II Chapter 6: Still No Diapers
The Three Diapered Amigo's
Book II: Craig's Battle for Diapers
Written by JD © February 2012
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 6: Still No Diapers
Friday morning was finally here and I was psyched, tonight Mark, Randy, and I were finally going to have our sleepover and to start it all off we were going to the Chicago Bull's game. There of course was the one problem and his name was Billi.
Randy's grandmother had not improved and it now looked like she would have to remain on life support for the rest of life. This of course meant that Randy's dad would continue to stay and support his wife and would not be able to attend the Bulls game. This of course meant that both Randy and Billi were also still guest in my home. Over the last 3 days Billi has been his normal mean and unfriendly self. Secretly out of earshot of my parents he would tease me about my bedwetting and would constantly pick fights over the stupidest things.
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Every night since Tuesday night I made sure when my parents weren't looking to drink plenty of water before bed so that my bladder would be full enough to guarantee a wet bed by morning. On top of all this I also made it a point to not pee before I went to bed. I knew just by doing these two things that there was no way that I would wake up dry.
Tuesday night was the first night of the plan and my first time in memory that I purposefully was trying to wet the bed in my sleep. I of course wet it several times when awake in the past but never intentionally tried to have a real accident. So with plenty of water in me and the toilet unused I climbed into my bed and quickly fell asleep.
It seems Dad wanted to help me stay dry so before he went to bed that Tuesday night he came into my room quietly, trying not to wake Randy. I barely remember him shaking me awake so that he could take me to the bathroom. When I finally woke up enough to notice him there he was pulling my covers back while asking me, "Hey buddy, let's get up and go to the bathroom one more time tonight.
As the covers came off me a chill ran through my small soaked body and I shivered uncontrollably.
It didn't take long for Dad to notice that I was soaked from head to toe. When he noticed this he sighed and then tried to help me out of my bed. I don't remember what happened next as my memories of these events are real foggy, considering how sleepy I was. I guess Dad must have carried me to the toilet as I don't remember walking to it. I was once again shaken awake to find myself no longer in my wet PJ's but now stark naked in front of the toilet.
"Craig, please go peepee for Daddy?" I heard him ask. Again I have no memories of what happened after that as I didn't wake again until early the next morning when my alarm clock started blaring to wake me up for school.
This morning Randy got the alarm and I just laid there trying to remember what happened last night. It wasn't until I started to move when I not only noticed I was soaked, but that I was sleeping in my sleeping bag which was laid out on the other side of Randy. My bag was so wet inside that every part of my body seemed wet; my Pajama top and bottom were soaked as well as my pillow and hair. I was sure that the floor would be wet as I don't remember ever wetting my sleeping bag that much before, but when I got out of it and felt the floor underneath, I was amazed that it was dry. The sleeping bag actually did its job and did not fail like I thought, all my pee had been contained inside of my special sleeping bag.
As I stood back up I felt the morning cold chilly air run right through my wet body making me so cold that I felt my teeth chattering.
"Boy it is cold this morning ain't it?" Randy asked me and ended up scaring the crap out me as I had not expected him right next to me.
When Randy saw me jump I could see that he thought it was funny as he struggled not to laugh.
"Go ahead Mr. Chuckles and laugh it up. I just want to let you know, I will be getting you back for that!" I stated very dramatically.
"Hey it was worth it, you should have seen your face." Randy laughed. "By the way I don't mean to be a jerk, but man it stinks like a toilet in here." And I watched as Randy grabbed his nose.
"Don't you think I notice that?!" I demanded as I looked over and saw my wet bed still showing the shame of my night time problem.
"You might want to take a shower this morning." Came his nose plugged sounding reply.
I sighed and stripped naked out of my wet pajamas and threw them into the clothes hamper which contained my other wet pair from last night.
"Boy Craig, how much did you have to drink last night?" Randy asked still trying his best not to laugh at my situation.
"Can you at least help me with my wet bedding?" I grumbled. I was still sore that he thought the whole thing was funny.
"Sure Craig." While he started to pull my wet bedding off my bed, I worked on unzipping the special absorbent inner liner of my sleeping bag so that it too could be washed.
After everything was stuffed into the clothes hamper I grabbed a clean set of sheets out of my closet. I set them on my night stand next to my bed. I then went back to my closet to grab another one of my clean protective sheets to put on my bed. I started to unfold the waterproof sheet and was about to start making my bed when Randy spoke up.
"Hey Craig, I really did mean it when I said you need to take a shower as you really do stink. Why don't you get in the shower and I will remake your bed for you." Randy offered.
I was no dummy, I was a kid after all and no kid likes to work if he can get out of it.
"Hey thanks Randy!" I said as I ran quickly out of the room towards the shower before he could change his mind.
Streaking through the hall I ran into my dad who was coming out of the bathroom as I was trying to enter it. He must have thought it was funny. I mean, here I was, a bare naked 11 year old, streaking through the house when I ran smack right into him.
"Hey buddy you need to slow down there." He reached down and hugged me and that's when he got a whiff of me "Boy! You smell bad."
"I know Dad; I was on my way to the bathroom right now."
I started to enter the bathroom and as an afterthought, "Sorry about wetting my bed again last night." I apologized and then headed into the bathroom before he could even answer me.
No longer delaying my shower I got the water temperature just right before jumping into it. While in the shower I couldn't help thinking about what happened yesterday after Mark and Randy made me wet my pants.
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As I ran to the doors of our school I kept telling myself, "I am going to make it."
As most of the students always waited until the last moment before leaving the playground, only a few were near the doors and already inside the school. I couldn't believe my luck as I could tell that these students were not paying attention to anyone except for their friends which meant that they most likely would not notice me if I don't draw attention to myself. So, trying to act calm as possible so that when I reached the door to the school I would not bring attention to myself. As I entered the school I stopped running but started to walk as fast as I could as soon as I entered the school hallway. I was of course making a beeline towards the bathroom.
I was about halfway to the bathroom and I couldn't help thinking how amazed at my luck of not being caught in my peed pants. I guess since I was so wrapped up in that thought, it must be the reason why I had not noticed Mr. Smith one of the 5th Grade teachers (In fact he was Billi's teacher.) and also one of the most hated of the teachers. I also hadn't realized that in my desire to make it the last forty feet or so to the bathroom, I had sped up to an almost run again.
"Craig, how many times have I told you not to run in these halls?!" Mr. Smith Asked angrily.
"I am s-s-s-s-s-sorry Mr. Smith." I stuttered. I was scared that now I had been stopped that other students and teachers would find out about the condition of my pants.
"Now tell me, where were you going in such a hurry?!" Mr. Smith demanded. And as Mr. Smith asked this question I could hear the voices of many other students finally coming in from the playground and entering the same hallway I was currently in.
"Mr. Smith, please I need to go to the bathroom!" I pleaded both with my voice and eyes at the same time.
I would realize a split second later that I should have never made that plea as it only brought Mr. Smith's attention to my pants. I guess the fact that I mentioned the need; he thought it was expected for him to look at me. I could see that from his shocked expression that there was no longer a chance of me now hiding my accident.
"God Damn Randy and Mark!" I cursed silently to myself as I stood there embarrassed from being found out about my accident.
With a little hope of sympathy from Mr. Smith I once again begged to use the bathroom. "Please Mr. Smith; Let me go to the bathroom before the other students find out!"
"My god Craig, how old are you again. I would expect a 5 or even a 6 year old to wet his pants like some little kid, but you are 10 years old!" Mr. Smith said loudly. Actually I recently turned 11 years old, but I decided not to correct Mr. Smith about it.
"Let me guess you didn't want to leave recess so you peed your pants instead of coming inside and using the toilet like a boy your age already should know to do."
No longer was there any way to keep other student from finding out about my accident as Mr. Smith's almost yelling voice brought all the attention from the students in the hallway towards me and Mr. Smith. I knew also that everyone in earshot now knew I had wet myself due to Mr. Smith broadcasting it so loudly. In fact probably the whole school heard, "that I, Craig Pederson, at 11 years old had peed his pants," I couldn't help thinking.
"Please Mr. Smith," I begged and pleaded once more.
"Well boy, I really don't think the bathroom is going to help you any longer." Mr. Smith answered. "Follow me to the office Craig. We will call your parents to bring some clean clothes for you to change into."
At that I followed Mr. Smith to the office where we ran into Mr. Bell. I guess I had been right about the whole school hearing about my accident as Mr. Bell already seemed to know what had happened.
"Good, I was just about to come out and get you Craig." Mr. Bell said sympathetically. He then turned towards Mr. Smith, "Mr. Smith I think you should go, your class is waiting for you, I can take it from here." Mr. Bell told him sternly.
"How could I ever think this man, our Vice Principal, could have been the man that other students made him out to be?" The fact was that Mr. Bell was a kind and understanding person and I could now see that the ones that gave him his nick name were those trouble makers, who for one reason or another could not follow the rules. Therefore, they were always on Mr. Bell's radar.
By now I had been so embarrassed and humiliated, all I wanted to do was go home and never again come back to school. I remembered the last time I had wet my pants at school. I was constantly being teased about it and I spent many nights crying myself to sleep at night. I had finally managed to get past all of that not too long ago and somehow made it through it all with the help and friendship of Mark and Randy. Now all of those old wounds somehow were ripped opened and I just knew I was going to be teased relentlessly for the rest of the school year and possibly the rest of my life. All of this took its toll on my young 11 year old mind... I broke down and started to cry.
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As I stood in that shower and allowed the water to rain down on me, I once again became teary eyed as I felt that embarrassment all over again.
When he had called my mom Mr. Bell had been really kind and had agreed with her to allow me to skip the rest of that school day and go home early. Even though he wasn't being mean or anything I still hadn't been able to help it, I had continued to cry until my mom had entered the office. As soon as she appeared through the office door I had rushed into her arms where we she embraced me, not caring about me getting my pee all over her.
"Thank you Mommy for coming and getting me." I had told her as I cried into her waist. She didn't say anything as she continued to hug me.
"Don't worry baby, I understand. Let me sign you out for the rest of the day then we will get you home and out of those wet clothes." Mom had cooed softly.
All of these bad memories were still fresh in my mind as they had just happened the day before. All yesterday and even today I had wanted to kick Mr. Smith as hard as I could. I really wasn't looking forward to this morning as I knew that yesterday's events would still be fresh in everyone else's mind as well as my own.
Before I had left with my mom yesterday, Mr. Bell did promise me that he would make sure no one would make fun of me and if anyone did, to report it to him immediately, and he would make sure it didn't happen again. Even though he made that promise, I knew that it would never stop the other kids from teasing me.
When Randy got home from school that Tuesday afternoon, I was not surprised to see Mark tagging along. I had of course changed out of my wet things hours ago and even had a quick shower. They both profusely apologized for their part in Operation, `make Craig pee his pants'. I of course was still mad at them but in the end I did forgive them. I mean they were after all most likely, the only 2 people in the world who would not make fun of me.
Before Mark had left for his house both he and Randy had explained what went down after I left school. What I found out from them had me re-thinking about calling Mr. Bell, Mr. Dingdong again. It seems in his effort to help me; he only managed to make things worse by making sure that every student would now know for sure that I, Craig Pederson, had wet himself like a little baby.
"Why in the world did he have to make that announcement?" I asked myself as I lathered my body with plenty of soap to make sure I washed every trace of pee from my body.
I couldn't believe that Mr. Bell made that announcement over the PA to the entire school.
"Anyone caught making fun of Craig Pederson for today's events will be punished severely." Was the announcement he made over the PA.
I knew all he was trying to do was help me but still telling the whole school just meant that I would surely be made fun of. Of course once we had gotten home yesterday, I begged my mom to please let me skip school for the rest of the week. Unfortunately she was against that idea.
This Wednesday morning; I surely, was not looking forward to school that day. Even though I tried over and over again, I was not able to convince either one of my parents to let me skip school, at least for today.
I would love to say I had not been teased that Wednesday and even Thursday morning but alas, I was teased relentlessly. Mr. Bell kept his word and had punished every kid he or one of the teachers saw making fun of me and my accident. I of course had made the vow that I personally would not tattle tale on anyone and in the end hoped that it would soon blow over.
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Now Friday and with just one more day of school left before the weekend all I could do was hope that I could make it through one more day of teasing, then I could enjoy a blissful and teasing free weekend.
Of course there was was Billi though and all I could hope for, was that Dad would, like he promised; keep Billi away from me and my friends. All I could say was that, I am glad I was not Randy; I would hate to have that creep as my brother.
One of the things that helped me get through the day, was the knowledge that I would be going to an actual Bulls basketball game. Now I really wasn't very athletic but that didn't keep me from wanting to play or watch the games on TV when I could. I knew that would take my mind off all the teasing and help me get through this one last day before the weekend.
"Hey Craig, are you as excited as I am?" Randy asked me as he entered the room returning from his shower.
I had already had my shower and was now remaking my bed putting on clean sheets and blankets as I again soaked it completely.
"Damn right!" I said without meaning to swear but did so out of excitement.
"Hey Craig, you better not let your parents hear you swear or they surely will wash your mouth out with soap." Randy warned me.
I knew he was right and even though neither of my parents were near me, let alone heard what I said, I still apologized out of habit. "Sorry" I mumbled.
"Don't apologize to me bud, you know I am worse than you when it comes to swearing." Randy laughed
"Anyway, I can't wait for the game tonight but I definitely am not looking forward to school today." I said worriedly.
"Don't sweat it Craig." Randy assured me as he got dressed for school. "You know that soon enough, they..." They, meaning the other students that attended our elementary school. "...will all forget about it as long as you don't let them get you all upset."
"I can't help it Randy, I have been ignoring them like everyone is telling me but I don't know how much more I can take." I replied with worry still noticeable in my voice.
"So this is the third night you peed your bed." Randy changed the subject. "How many more nights do you think you have to pee your bed before you get diapers?" Randy asked me.
I sighed, "I really don't know."
"Are your folks getting upset that you have been wetting your bed as badly as you have been?" Randy asked.
"Naw, not even when I came home Tuesday after you guys made me wet my pants, did they get upset." I was now tucking my top sheet under my mattress. "Shoot Mom didn't even ask me what had happened." I answered.
"Cool!"
"So what time are we leaving for the game tonight?" I asked.
"Mark said his dad would pick us up right after we get home from school, we have to drive all the way to Chicago and like always, it will be real busy on the toll roads about then." Mark answered. "The game starts at 7 pm and I guess we will get dinner at the `The United Center'."
"Cool!"
"Here let me help you." Randy offered, he and I put my clean blanket onto my bed and tucked it in.
I am not sure what made me think of it, but a questioned popped into my mind just then. "Hey Randy..." I started. "...are you going to be trying to get some diapers for yourself?" I asked him.
"Well, I have been thinking about that and I think I came up with a pretty good plan."
I was now curious as to what Randy's plan involved. "So what are you planning?" I asked.
"Well if I was at home I was going to start wetting my bed on purpose and letting my parents think it has something to do with my Grandma." Randy started. "I was reading some things on the internet about reasons kids would start wetting the bed again and found out that sometimes deaths or extreme stress would sometimes have an impact on a child that would cause something called `Secondary Enuresis'." Randy continued.
"Wow that does sound like a good plan. So why haven't you started it yet?" I asked Randy. "If you wait too long they may not believe it."
"That should be obvious Craig." Randy chided me. "I really don't want to pee my sleeping bag and get your floor all wet and stinky with my pee." Randy explained as he wrinkled his nose at the pure thought of the smell.
"First off, you can't make this room smell any worse than it has smelled lately in the morning." I informed Randy. "Second, your sleeping bag can be washed. 3rd and finally, Mom has a carpet cleaner that would clean up the pee in no time." I explained to him. "So don't worry about not wanting to get anything wet."
"I am not so sure about it, my brother will certainly make fun of me." Randy gave as an excuse.
"Randy, do I need to do the same thing you did to me?" I asked seriously.
"You and what Army?" Randy laughed making fun of my size.
He was right of course. There was no way I could take Randy on alone. He would pin me in a second, and more likely than not, I would be the one with wet pants.
"Randy tell you what, if you don't pee yourself tonight, I am going to climb into your sleeping bag with you and pee all over you and it. Got it?" I smiled evilly.
"Whatever Craig," Randy came back. "Anyway since Mark will be here tonight I figured I could borrow one of his diapers."
I sighed, I too wanted to wear one of Marks diapers tonight but I knew that if I wanted my plane to work, I would need to continue peeing my bed every night in my sleep. The threat of me peeing on Randy was an empty one and he knew it. I mean shoot, I could barely wake up when Dad tried to lift me at night to use the toilet let alone wake up in the middle of the night and climb into Randy's sleeping bag and pee all over him.
"Okay, but you do it Saturday night then!" I demanded.
"Okay, okay, okay." Randy gave in to me finally.
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Surprisingly not as many kids made fun of me today as did the last two days. "Maybe Mr. Bell's threats were finally being taken seriously as he had just yesterday suspended 5 students for making fun of me. Because of this, today at school was a much better day. The few who did make fun of me, Randy threatened to beat the crap out of them if they didn't stop. Because most kids feared Randy and Billi there was no way they wanted to fight either of them. So by lunch pretty much everyone stopped making fun of me. I guess maybe I don't have to change schools after all.
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Not long after Billi, Randy, and I walked through my front door, Mark and his dad, Mr. Taylor, pulled into our driveway. I opened the door as Mark ran up onto the front porch and down to my room to drop his overnight bag off in it.
"Wow! Craig are you pumped for the game?" Mark asked me excitedly as he appeared back in the living room.
"I have been waiting for this all day long!" I said enthusiastically. "I have never been inside the United Center." I proclaimed.
"Well just know it is cool!" He excitedly told me as we walked out to his car where Dad, Randy, and of course Billi were already inside and waiting for us.
It wasn't until I climbed inside the car that I noticed that Mark had his backpack on the floor of the backseat.
"Hey Mark, why is your backpack still in the car? It doesn't give us a lot of leg room." I asked.
Mark didn't even try to sound embarrassed and didn't seem to care who heard. "Oh... That's my diaper supplies and an extra pair of pants just in case I leak." Mark answered. Of course Billi who was sitting in the middle seat in the front snickered a little.
As Mark was still getting in the car we had yet to leave and I guess because of Mark mentioning clean pants Dad all of a sudden asked Mr. Taylor to wait for a moment as he needed to get some things from the house. Before leaving to go inside Dad turned to Mark.
Hey Mark, do you think you might have some extra room in that bag of yours?" he asked.
"Sure Mr. Pederson, but why do you need to know?" Mark asked.
"Well it is going to take a while to not only get to the arena but also home and just in case I want to be prepared." Dad answered as he got out of the car. He then left and entered our house.
I am sure I knew what Dad was trying to say, he wanted to make sure I had some clean pants and underwear. It didn't take Dad long to reappear from the house and I was amazed that Dad actually had 2 pairs of my pants and underwear. He also had one of my waterproof sheets that he had folded up into a square a little bigger than my butt.
He handed my pants and underwear to Craig so that he could shove them into his bag which was pretty full now with my clothes in it. Dad then looked at me, "Maybe you should go into the house and pee." Dad suggested.
"I don't have to go Dad." I informed him.
"I guess I didn't phrase that right. I want you to go inside and use the toilet before we go, and I mean try to do both." He instructed me.
I sighed, "Okay Dad, I will try." I said defeatedly.
I knew I didn't have to go but I also knew that I was prone to accidents on long car trips. So as I entered the house and walked to the bathroom, I tried to empty my bladder as good as I could. Boy was I surprised when I found I had to pee after all.
"Wow, I would have definitely peed my pants if I hadn't gone before we left." I told myself out loud.
As for pooping I tried my best but could not get anything to come out. Feeling proud that I at least peed and possibly kept me from having an accident on the way there, I walked back out to the car.
Once I started to get back inside the car, I noticed that Dad had placed my waterproof sheet on the seat where I had been sitting. I of course knew, that I was expected to sit on it.
I couldn't help thinking how much easier it would have been if I had diapers to wear. Then I would be like Mark and would not even have to worry about a bathroom. I found myself once again thinking about the question Randy asked me this morning. How much longer would I have to go, before I got my diapers?
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We had been stuck in traffic for quite some time. I could not believe how close we were to the arena and yet how long it was taking to get there. It seemed like we were moving only an inch every few minutes and I now understood why we left so early.
Even though I had peed before leaving, it had now been 2 hrs since then and I have needed to pee really bad for the last 10 minutes and I knew beyond a doubt that if we didn't make it soon to the arena, I wasn't going to make it. I couldn't help thinking again, that I should have been in a diaper, that way I wouldn't have to worry about peeing my pants.
"I wonder if Mark peed his diaper yet?" I thought to myself.
"You need to stop thinking about peeing." My bladder told my brain all of a sudden. "I am about ready to lose it and every time you think about peeing it makes it harder than ever to control myself." My bladder continued to tell my brain.
Trying with all my strength, I continued to hold myself. Finally I asked Dad, "Dad, are we almost there yet?" I asked with obvious panic in my voice.
I guess Dad heard the panic and of course he guessed right away what my problem was. "Craig, do you need to go to the bathroom?" Dad asked as he turned around in his seat and looked at me.
I was really desperate and was clenching my teeth hard to try and keep my bladder from exploding. Instead of speaking I just nodded my head yes.
"Do you need to pee, poop, or both?" Dad asked with concern in his voice.
"Pee!" I gasped as I felt a jet of pee leaving my penis and wet the front of my Underoos. In order to stop it I had to reach down, and through my pants, clamp my disobedient member closed to stop the flow. I looked down at the front of my pants and saw a small wet spot.
I was now afraid to let go of my penis as I knew the minute I did, it would start spraying more of my boy urine into my underwear and pants. The problem was that it was really starting to hurt a lot and I was not sure if even this trick would keep me dry for long.
"Dad looked at me sympathetically. "Son, if you can't hold it any longer, you have my permission to let it go. That is why I decided to bring clean pants. I knew there was a possibility that we may be stuck for a while in traffic and nowhere for you to go.
"We are almost to the arena but with this traffic it may be another half an hour or longer before we get there." Mr. Taylor informed me.
I continued to try and hold my bladder longer but soon found it a losing bladder as the urine made its way through my hand clamp and gushed into my underpants. There was no way this time that I was going to be able to stop my pee flow. All of this was just way too much as I sat there quietly sobbing, as I wet my pants.
"It is just an accident son, don't worry we will soon be there and then we can get you into a dry pair of pants." Dad tried to calm me. He was still turned in his seat and looking at me.
I just nodded my head and continued to cry to myself and no matter how much Randy and Mark tried to cheer me up, I didn't stop crying until we reached `The United Center'.
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As Dad promised, we all headed towards the Men's room before going inside the arena. While in the bathroom, Dad helped me get out of my wet things and into clean clothes. I of course could have done all that myself, but it felt comforting to have my dad help me. In facts it made it seem more alright.
While I was changing my clothes, Mark was getting his diaper changed by his dad while Randy and Billi used the toilets, as they too had almost bursting bladders.
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We were all having a blast at the game, which the Chicago Bulls won, that when it was over I noticed a very bad smell emanating from Mark. "Mark did you poop your diaper?" I asked quietly so that only he heard which wouldn't have mattered as the whole place was a roar of people talking as they exited the arena.
"Yeah I couldn't hold it any longer." He yelled into my ear so I could hear him.
Mark then looked closely at me, "it looks like I am not the only one who couldn't hold themselves." Mark pointed down to the front of my pants, which amazingly were wet.
"Damn how did that happened!" I shouted without realizing it, luckily our parents had not heard me swear over the roar of the crowd.
"Well you see there are these tiny guys that live in your kidneys. Their job is to filter the ick from your body and flush it down into your bladder. Once it's full, your bladder makes a phone call to your brain to tell you to go pee on a tree... well in your case, pee in your pants." Mark sniggered loudly.
At that I gave him the cold look of someone who was about to pounce on its prey. "You know damn well that was not what I meant!" I angrily told Mark.
"It might have not been what you meant, but it was too funny to resist." Mark continued to snigger.
I did have to admit that it was a little funny, but it also was a shot at me at the same time. I still couldn't believe I wet myself and hadn't even noticed that it happened. I was so shocked at finding my pants wet that I never even remembered to be embarrassed from wetting myself in public, where anyone could see me at any moment. Then again I wasn't the one walking around in a poopy diaper either. If Mark wasn't embarrassed why should I. Besides these people didn't know me, or I them. As for our group, every one of them just before the game started, saw me in wet pants.
I decided that I needed to let Dad know about my accident so that we could find the closest bathroom so I could change out of my wet things.
I had no idea how backed up the bathrooms were going to be. I think Dad was just as surprised as I was when we saw the long lines for the bathrooms.
"Well we could just let them change in the car." Dad suggested to Mr. Taylor.
"I don't know, I think if we ever want to get out of here tonight, we need to get going before the freeways turn into parking lots." Mr. Taylor offered back. "I guess that is one good thing about being close to last in, we are that much closer to the exit. If we go now we can be clear of the traffic in about an hour." He explained to my dad. "Of course it would be up to you two, as it is you that have to wait until later to be changed." Mr. Taylor offered to us.
Personally I knew that every moment it took to get home was another stolen one from our sleepover. "I can wait until later." I told Mr. Taylor and my dad. "Shoot until Mark pointed it out; I hadn't even noticed I had wet myself. So another hour wouldn't kill me."
"I am fine too Daddy," Mark answered and I could almost hear the smile in his voice.
I knew Mark wanted to enjoy his wet and poopy diaper for as long as he could. If I were truthfully honest with myself, I too was enjoying that wet patch on the front of my pants.
Once we agreed we could wait for another hour, we all headed out for the car. I guess both Billi and Randy had to go bad as well because as soon as they got between Mr. Taylor's car and the car next to it, they both opened their fly's and took a leak. I could tell that both of them looked relieved as they released their stream. Both Dad and Mr. Taylor had to go as well because they too decided to pee right there. Once everyone was relieved of their bursting bladders, that is besides Mark and me... Well I couldn't tell you whether or not Mark peed again as he was of course wearing a diaper. I did notice I did have to go a little bit, but it wasn't that bad and even if I couldn't make it, my pants were already wet anyways.
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We had been on the freeway stuck in heavy traffic now for almost an hour and 30 minutes. I of course lost control of my bladder over 40 minutes ago, but a new pressure was building inside of me... The need to poop!
It was bad enough that we had to smell Mark's, poopy diaper but if I ended pooping in my pants I wouldn't have a diaper to help contain even a portion of the smell. If it wasn't for Mark's Diaper, I am sure that Mark's poopy butt would really be smelling up the car right now more than it was.
As my back end pressure continued to build up I knew that just like with my bladder on the way to the arena, I was not going to make it to a toilet in time. This time I was so embarrassed that I was about to poop my pants I decided to not say a word to Dad or anyone for that matter.
Sure enough after another 5 minutes of extreme backend pressure I felt a large turd slip out of me and enter my Underoos. As I pooped I felt it mash under my butt and just like last week, I was both thrilled and humiliated from the act of dirtying myself. As I noticed the strong poop smell start to enter the air around me, I knew it wouldn't be long before someone else smelled my mess now mashed into my underwear which so happened to be the same pair I pooped in last week.
"Wow, Mark that poop in your diaper is really starting to smell worse!" Mark's dad informed him.
"It's not me Daddy, it still smells the same." Mark defended himself.
"Actually I think it is Craig!" Randy said while pinching his nose tight.
Like earlier on the way to the arena, Dad turned in his seat so he could get a good look at me. "Craig did you mess yourself." Dad asked calmly to let me know he was not mad. I was having trouble voicing my response, so instead I nodded my head then hung it in shame. "Don't worry buddy we will get it all cleaned up when we stop." Dad tried to comfort me. "I guess we will need to borrow some of Mark's supplies when we stop so that we can clean the poop off Craig." Dad let Mr. Taylor know as he turned back around in his seat.
"Sure whatever you need, you could even use one of Mark's diapers if you wish." I wasn't sure after hearing Mr. Taylor say this, if he was joking or not.
"No that's okay Craig will be fine once we get him into clean and dry pants." My dad responded back.
At that moment I really wanted to shout out that I wanted to wear a diaper, but I of course couldn't get up the guts to do this. Hopefully sooner or later though, Mom and Dad will realize that what I really needed was diapers.
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We were now almost home from Chicago and it was pretty late due to so much traffic slowing us down. Once we had cleared the traffic jam, not long after I pooped myself, both Mark and I, had been cleaned up and changed when we stopped at a rest area. I think everyone in the car was happy to rid it of the horrible stench emanating from my butt. I tried to think what I could have eaten that would make my poop smell so bad, but I had no clue what it could have been.
Dad and I went into the Handicapped stall inside the Men's room, while Mark and his father used the family restroom. I stripped myself out of my wet pants that were soaked by now as I had wet them several times since we left the arena. Dad decided that he should take my Batman Underoos off of me as he wanted to make sure I didn't make a mess while taking them off. Slowly and carefully he slipped them down my legs and once he had me step out of them, he emptied their contents into the toilet. He then had me bend over as he used the wet wipes that Mark had given him.
My butt must have been real messy as he used every wipe on me then toilet paper to finish the job. He did make sure to keep one wipe to do the final go over, making sure that all traces of pee and poop were removed from my body. He then flushed the whole mess including wipes and toilet paper down the toilet.
Now clean I proceeded to dress myself in my last pair of clean underpants and jeans. This pair of underwear was just plain ole whitey-tighties, though embarrassingly, were yellowed stained due to the many times that they had been peed in. I didn't care right then how stained my underwear was, I just wanted to get out of there and try to make it home before it got any later. Still I knew it was going to be real late by the time we got home and any idea of staying up for a few hours talking and having fun was quickly being removed from my mind as I realized how tired I was and how tired I could imagine Mark and Randy were. Most likely the three of us would fall asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillows. Yes we lost some of our play time together but we did get to see a real Bulls game, a game in which I would never forget, not because I wet myself, but because it was my very first actual professional basketball game I ever attended and I thought the whole experience was cool.
After we left the rest area, we did talk and goof off for a while, but soon sleep over took us and it wasn't until we were almost home that I awoke from the familiar feeling of wetness surrounding me. I of course had wet myself without even trying during my sleep. Because of the fact that by the time we got to the rest area that my bed protector was soaked Dad grabbed the trash bag from the men's room trash can. It must have recently been put inside of the can as there was no trash yet inside it. He used that trash bag to cover the seat in case I had another accident and even though it crinkled and made a lot of noise every time I moved, I was glad that I was sitting on it when I awoke and discovered how wet I actually was. Even though I knew we were almost home I was real tired and fell back to sleep. That was the last thing I remembered that night. I awoke the next morning to find myself inside my sleeping bag which of course was drenched.
It took me a few minutes to understand why I was in my sleeping bag instead of in my bed. As it turned out when I looked over to my bed, I saw that it too, was soaked.
"Damn, I can't believe how much I peed last night." I told myself.
I saw that I was the first to wake up as both Mark and Randy were still zonked inside their sleeping bags. I decided to let them sleep a little longer as I proceeded to take care of my wet things and grab a quick shower to wash all the pee off of me.
When I came back to my room with a towel wrapped around my waist I saw that Mark was now awake and that he was shaking Randy awake. Randy opened his eyes then with a dry throat asked, "What?" But before Mark could tell why he was trying to wake him, Randy's eyes got real big. "Craig I am going to kill you!" he bellowed loud enough to wake everyone else in the house.
Randy then unzipped his sleeping bag and got out and I quickly noticed why he was mad... Randy was soaked and it looked like he had peed the bed in his sleep.
I can't believe you actually got in my bag and peed in it!" Randy grumbled loudly.
"Actually Craig did not wet your bag, you did." Mark informed Randy.
"How do you know I wet it?" Randy questioned Mark.
"Because I was waking you up to let you know that you were peeing yourself." Mark quietly explained.
I will never forget how red Randy became once he realized that he did after all wet himself as he was still dribbling a little into his underwear and his usual morning full bladder was anything but full, in fact it was drained.
"Well Randy, it looks like you are on your way to earn your own diapers." I joked.
Mark and Randy both took their turns in the shower while I took Randy's wet sleeping bag to the laundry room to be washed. I also decided to take all my wet things as well. In the laundry room I found my clothes that I peed in yesterday along with my Batman Underoos that I was afraid would be shit stained forever considering I keep pooping in them. Again I thought to myself, "How much longer before they decide to put me back in diapers?" I sighed.
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The rest of the day, us Three Amigo's had fun playing and goofing off. The day went by fast and soon it was time for Mark to go home. Before he left, we made plans for our next sleepover, which hopefully we could do in a few weeks. This time though we would be staying at Randy's house.
The next week flew by, by the end of it; Randy's parents had finally been able to bring his Grandma to a local nursing home, as they could easier take care of her, considering she was still on life support. This finally got Billi out of our house, but I was sad that Randy had to go as well.
For the next couple weeks I continued to wet my bed every night, though now it was happening without drinking any water before going to bed. I was constantly waking up soaked. Every morning I noticed that my goal had again been moved to the next day, as things were I figured I could kiss my new bed goodbye. During all this time I hadn't had one dry night, yet neither Mom nor Dad got me diapers to wear.
"What would I have to do in order to earn my diapers?" I wondered. I tried wetting my bed every night but that has only resulted in making my room smell like pee in the mornings. Every day at school I talked it over with Randy and Mark, Randy by the way had not wet himself since that Saturday morning and instead of getting them from his parents he decided to buy his with his allowance. He wasn't into the diapers as much as Mark and I were; he figured a package of diapers should last him for quite a while as he would wear them only occasionally.
Since I wasn't getting anywhere wetting `MY' bed, I decided after talking it over with the other 2 Amigo's that more drastic measures need to be taken...
I would have to start getting in bed with my parents and wetting their bed as well as my own.
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