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STORY: When I was growing up I used to spend a lot of time at my best friend Tom's house. Tom had an older sister Cheryl who babysat me when I was younger. Cheryl loved to torment me (playfully, not sadistically). I endured it because I had a crush on her.
When I was 11 (Cheryl was 14) Cheryl, her friend Leanne and I were playing Truth or Dare and Leanne asked Cheryl if she had everlaughed so hard that she wet her pants. Cheryl said no she hadn't. I made the mistake of saying that it was a myth. Of course I was immediately tackled and pinned to the ground by Cheryl. She began tickling me and soon I was in a frenzy, laughing hysterically and begging her to stop. "Why do you want me to stop?" Cheryl teased, "You're not going to pee your pants are you?" Leanne joined in and I was soon squirming and begging them to stop. "Okay, I was wrong," I gasped, "Stop. I'm gonna wet my pants!" Cheryl continued to tickle me taunting, "You said it wasn't possible. So I want to see you pee your pants!" It didn't take long before her wish was granted as I lost control of my bladder and started pissing myself. "Look Cheryl!" Leanne exclaimed, "Mike's peeing in his pants!" Although I could have stopped peeing now that I was no longer being tickled but I was already wet and besides it felt pretty good so I just lay there and emptied my bladder completely. They both watched as I pissed my pants. The material of my jeans grew dark and began to glisten with wetness and a puddle started forming under my ass. "Looks like you need diapers Mikey!" Cheryl taunted. "Peeing your pants like a baby! I definately think you need diapers." She turned to Leanne. "What do you think?" "Oh, I agree completely. Peeing your pants like that..you should definately be in diapers Mikey." "Well then, its settled." Cheryl stated getting up and rummaging through a nearby closet. Much to my horror she emerged a few seconds later with a box of Pampers. She peered inside. Frowning she pulled out 2 diapers, "Only 2 left. We'll have to go to the store and get some more. Leanne, could you get me a damp washcloth?" Then she turned to me, "Stand up and take off your pants." she commanded. I knew better than to try to resist so I ageed and went along with it. I pulled down my pants exposing my tighty-whities, now stained yellow with urine. After I pulled them off Cheryl used them to mop up the puddle I made and told me to lie back down. Leanne gave Cheryl the washcloth and Cheryl pulled down my soaked briefs. She began wiping my crotch, she told me to lift up and she cleaned my butt. She unfolded one of the diapers and slid it under me. She turned to Leanne, "Could you see if you can find any baby powder?" Leanne searched the closet and returned with a container of Johnson & Johnson's. Cheryl sprinkled my crotch with baby powder and rubbed it in before taping the diaper shut. It was really tight though and Cheryl commented, "We need to find you some bigger diapers for certain. Now stand up and let us see how well or poorly, it fits you." I stood up and modeled the diaper for them. They looked and poked and decided that it would do until they got me some bigger ones. Cheryl got me a pair of Tom's shorts. They could tell that I was reluctant to go to the store then Cheryl whispered in my ear, "If you come to the store with us, I'll let you breast-feed when we get back." That was all I needed to hear, I would've followed her to the end of the earth for the chance to suck on her tits. Before we left they made me drink two large glasses of water. I wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of walking to the store in diapers, I could hear them crinkle with every step. I just kept thinking about sucking on Cheryl's breasts. It took about 20 minutes to get there and the water was pushing against my bladder already. I knew that they were planning on making me wet my diaper in the store. Fortunately I didn't see anyone I knew. They led me around the store meandering here and there while the pressure in my bladder increased constantly. Finally it became too much for me handle, I stopped and spread my legs and started peeing. Cheryl was quick to notice that I had stopped moving, she asked in a voice that was uncomfortably loud, "Are you peeing in your diaper?" Leanne and a couple of other people who were in the aisle turned to look.I tried my best to ignore everyone and pretend like nothing was out of the ordinary. I pretended as though I was trying to choose between cereals as I continued to soak my diaper. Cheryl wasn't buying the act though and started dragging me through the store. I tried to walk as slowly as I could behind Cheryl but she was walking too fast and my diaper began to leak. Each step let a little more urine escape, just as we arrived at the diaper section I noticed that my shorts were soaked and pee was trickling down my legs. Cheryl rhetorically asked, "What size diapers do you think we should get you?" She smiled and patted my rear and suddenly noticed the condition I was in and exclaimed loudly, "Oh no! You're diaper's leaking!" Everyone within 5 feet looked down to see the puddle forming at my feet. Cheryl grabbed a box of the largest size Pampers available while Leanne grabbed wipes and baby powder and we quickly headed for the till. I tried not to meet the various questioning or disgusted looks on the faces of the other shoppers. When the cashier was ringing everything through Cheryl said, "I'm terribly sorry, but his diaper leaked and left a little puddle on aisle 6." The cashier (about mid 20s) looked at me with a combination of amusement and sympathy, "Aww, he looks so cute, how old is your baby then?" Cheryl was eager to field the query and smiled, "Eleven." "Wow. To see his leaky diaper and soaked shorts I wouldn't have guessed over 3. There is a washroom in the back if you want to change his diaper." "Thanx," Cheryl said, "that would be very helpful." We stood aside and waited for one of the stockboys to show us to the washroom. I was beet-red with embarrasment as the shoppers who were behind us filed through the checkout, staring at my soaked shorts the whole time. When the stockboy showed up the cashier said, "Could you show these two to the washroom," she saw the confused look on his face and added, "she needed to change (pointing at me) his diaper." The stockboy just stared blankly at us for a second...
To be continued
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