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GREG'S STORY PART 1
Hi, I'm Greg. My brother, crazy sister, and I grew up in a trailer park in southern Illinois. Mom tried to potty train us boys when my brother, JR, was 2 ½ and I was 1 ½. It didn't work too well, particularly for my brother. He would be mostly dry during the day but wet every night. We were always looking for any shred of approval from our parents so I soon picked up on it and was dry by the time I was two. JR was not. When he went to kindergarten JR was still wet many nights and peed his pants when he took a nap at school. As punishment he would be spanked (we got spanked for everything) and had to wear only his wet underpants until they dried out. During the summer and weekends that meant wearing them until after lunch. If he wet at school he was usually in wet underpants until close to bedtime.
We were always jealous of any attention the other one got and I always wanted to be like my older brother. When he would be wondering around Saturday morning in only underpants, I would try to do the same. Mom yelled at me, "Get dressed and go play outside."
"But I want stay inside in underwear with JR," I'd respond.
"No! He is being punished. Put you pants back on and go play!" And I would head outside sulking; not even thinking JR would have rather been outside, too.
Things began to change for me when JR started going to school. I was really jealous of him getting to go somewhere I couldn't and the time Mom spent with him. At first he did wet at school because he was too excited to really sleep at naptime. But after about a week of going to school he was relaxed enough that he would sleep during naptime and then he would pee. When he came home with wet pants he got stripped to his underpants and spanked. In some weird way I wanted that attention and took off my pants so I could be like my big brother! My Mom wouldn't let me, "Put on your pants, he's only in his underwear because he peed! And because he wet all week at school he's going to spend in entire weekend in wet underpants." And he did. All weekend he spent inside with Mom making sure he only peed in his underpants, while I played outside by myself. At this something unconsciously clinked in my brain (I don't remember making a conscious decision about it).
The following Monday morning I woke up wet! I hadn't been wet for over 2 ½ years—over half my life! I was scared; I didn't know what to do. So I stayed in bed. After mom sent JR off to school she came in our room. "Get up, I want to change the sheets." As she said this she pulled back my covers and was shocked to see me wet. "Not you too, no you don't!" She pulled me from the bed, pulled off the pjs and really spanked me hard. Even though I was crying, I was proud to be like my brother. When he came home from his half day of kindergarten he was surprised to find me still in damp underpants, "What happened to you?" With a sneer I told him, "I wet the bed." "Good, now you know what is like." "Yeah, I do," I said as if I didn't mind.
At first I didn't wet the bed very much. Thinking back on it, it seemed I wet only when JR got to do something that I did not get to do. At first it was just big things, like getting birthday presents, going to parties at school, and stuff like that. The morning after he got whatever the special attention was, I was wet. As far as I can tell it still was not intentional, though. It was about this time my dad walked out on us. I remember him saying, "I can't stand living with these two pee babies in a house that smells like a toilet." That is when the wetting really increased. Any little thing set me off. By the time I was in first grade and my brother was in second, my bed was wet 4 to 5 times a week and his was wet almost every night. By then I was stuck; no matter what we tried we kept wetting. And this continued for years.
GREG'S STORY PART 2
Our bedwetting stayed pretty much the same for the next five years. JR wet most every night and I was wet 4 to 5 nights a week. Even though we wet this much nobody in the trailer park knew. Nobody, that is, until I started 5th grade. Just before we started school that fall a new guy moved into the wreck of a trailer two lots down from us. He was starting graduate school at the university. My sister didn't like him right from the start and called him Mr. Ugly-weirdo. She was (and still is) pretty fat and ugly herself and called anything she didn't like ugly to bring it down to her level. But he was weird. He had lots of strange plants and he had parrots in his trailer. And I wanted to see those birds!
One day I was walking home from the bus and I saw the new neighbor outside working with one of his plants. This was my chance; I walked up and said, "Hi. What's ya doin?"
"Hi, I'm repotting this cactus. You're the kid from over there, aren't you?" nodding in the direction on my trailer. "Yeah, I'm Greg. Who are you?" He answered, "Bob," and kept on potting the plant. He didn't seem interested in talking any more, but I want to see those birds in his place. I had become a real Dennis the Menace-type, and was sure the trailer park owners had warned him about not letting JR and me in to scare the birds. But I wanted to see those birds.
By this time I hadn't peed since lunch and I thought maybe he would let me in to use the bathroom. That way I could see the birds.
"I gotta pee," I said.
"So go home and pee."
"Mom locks the door when she is goes to work," I lied, "so we won't mess up the house when we get home from school. Can I use your bathroom?" By this time I did have to go and I was holding my dick. Bob had finished potting the cactus. He looked me in the eye and said, "No. Just wet your pants."
I couldn't believe what I had heard. "What?" I said.
"Why don't you just wet your pants?" Bob said again, "It's just like wetting your bed. You do wet your bed, don't you?"
I couldn't believe it! How did he know? I was so surprised I probably would have wet my pants if I wasn't still holding my dick. I just said the first thing that came into my head. "Not as much as my brother!" Bob smiled.
Oh SHIT! I had really screwed up now. Not only had I confirmed I was a bed wetter, but I told Bob my brother was one, too. And that was against our promise. Many years ago we had been fighting in a store while visiting Grandma. We started calling each other names, and as we ran out of names we continued with "Peehead" "Bedwetter!" "You wet more than me." By this time we stopped everyone in the store knew. In a few hours everyone in the whole town knew. And for the rest of our visit other kids would tease us and adults would tell Grandma how to make us stop wetting. So we made this agreement that we would never tell anyone or call each other those names, no matter how big a fight we had. And now I broke it and the new guy knows we wet!
"How did you know?"
"Oh, your brother told me," Bob said.
"What? I'll get him," I said and ran home as much to pound him as to pee. As soon as I was done peeing I found JR in our bedroom. "You told Bob I wet the bed!" I yelled.
My brother looked surprised, "No I didn't, who's Bob?"
"Yes you did. The new guy."
"No, I never talked to him."
"Well, he knows and he said you told him."
"Bob, told me to wet my pants if I had to pee because it was the same as me wetting my bed." This argument went on for a long time, as I recall, until we decided we had been duped by Bob. So we both went back to his house.
Bob saw us coming and called out, "Hi, guys!"
"Hey, I never told you we wet," said JR, "how did you know?"
Bob smiled even more, "I was checking out plants behind the trailer park and saw your matrices out drying in the sun. It was pretty obvious. Hi, I'm Bob," he said to JR.
By this time we were standing there like whipped puppies. We realized our wetting had been advertised to the whole world when Mom aired out our beds and the fight was all out of us. I did know what else to do so I just asked, "Can we see your birds?"
"Sure, you can, but first I want you to answer some questions..." He wanted to know all about the wetting.
So we told him everything. That JR has never really been dry. That I started wetting the bed at 4. That Mom used to spank us and make us just wear wet underpants as punishment, until it hurt her hand too much to spank us and every chair had stains on them. Now she just doesn't seem to care. That our older sister teases us about it, but none of our friends know we wet. (Of course, now we weren't too sure about the last thing.)
"Ok," Bob said, "You can come in and see the birds. But if you misbehave or bother the birds I will tell your friends you wet your beds. Deal?"
"Deal." And that is how we met Bob. After that we went over and visited him a lot. He always asked us about the wetting, but he always let us see the birds and never told anyone about us being bedwetters.
GREG'S STORY PART 3
The Friday after Christmas vacation was over I got home from school to find the trailer cold. This was typical. The pilot light in the heater would regularly go out. But Mom would not let us light it (we were dangerous enough without adding matches and propane), so I plugged in the heat tapes to keep the pipes from freezing and went over to Bob's house to stay warm and see his birds. JR, my brother showed up soon after. Bob asked us how the wetting was going and we admitted that since Christmas we had both pretty much soaked the bed every night (that was a lot for even me). Bob said, "don't worry, you guys are OK, wet or not." That was why we liked Bob so much.
We played with the parrots for a long time. And it was getting close to dinnertime when we saw Mom's car go by and we headed home. When we got home my stupid older sister was bitching about the cold and Mom had her head nearly under the heater trying to get it lighted. When Cathy saw us all she said was, "What did you two shits do to the heater, it won't light." She started toward us, but Mom told her to leave us alone and said she was calling the repairman. "You better, 'cause I'm not sleeping in this cold dump!" Cathy said.
"Don't worry, we'll get it fixed. I'll call the guy in the trailer park that fixes things," Mom said to Cathy. The she turned to us and said, "Why don't you guys take the leftover soup over to Bob's house and stay warm there. I'll call you when the heater is fixed." Then Cathy added pointing at us, "It better be fixed tonight or these two will be pee- cicles in the morning! Ick." Mom just handed us the soup, pushed us out the door, and headed for the phone.
Bob was just hanging up the phone when we walked in. He didn't care if we came in as long as we knocked first. "Com'on in, I'll nuke the soup for you guys and then we can watch a video." We all piled on the couch and watched something I don't remember. I do remember it was a lot more fun than at home. It was around 8:30 when Mom called and told us, "The heater can't be fixed tonight. A thermo-thingy needs to be replaced and the guy doesn't have one." She then asked to talk to Bob. After a bit he said "Sure" and hung up. Then Bob said, "You guys are staying the night over here, but you need to go home and get your pjs and stuff." We couldn't believe it; this was great! We ran home to pack some stuff for our very own sleepover. When we got home Mom helped us pack. Mom told us she and Cathy were staying at another neighbor's house and she would call us as soon as the heater was fixed. At this point we hoped the heater would never get fixed.
When we got back to Bob's house he told us to get ready for bed. We didn't want to, but he said if we did it immediately we could watch one more movie before going to sleep. Once again Bob pulled out the deck of cards. Whoever pulled the lower card had to go change, wash, and brush first. I lost. I went to the bathroom first;, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and changed into my pjs. Then JR did. When we finished we said it wasn't fair because Bob hadn't changed into his. So he went and changed too. Only he didn't wear pjs; he came out in long underwear; blue fuzzy long underwear! We laughed at them, but he said long johns were warmer than pjs. We had never seen anyone wearing long underwear and I asked, "Do you have regular underpants on under them?" He nodded. "Then let's see them," I said.
"You guys first," and he pulled down my pj bottoms, turned and got JR's too, exposing our white briefs. But he wouldn't let us see his. I tried to pull his long johns down, but he held my hands. Then JR tried and he held me in the way. Finally I said, "Its not fair, you see ours." "Ok," Bob said and let go of me. We then were able to pull down his long johns and see he had on white briefs too. Then we pulled our pjs up. But when Bob pulled his long johns up we could still see his underpants through the gap in the fly like his zipper was open (we must have stretched them in the struggle). We kept teasing him about seeing his underpants. Finally he said, "I don't care!" He grabbed both side of the fly and pulled until we heard a rip. "Now you can see a lot more of my underpants. Now let's watch the movie."
When the movie was over we were almost asleep. Bob brought out blankets. He put JR on one couch and covered him, leaving me on the other couch, and covering me with the other blanket. Then he asked, "Who's going to wet in the morning?" We each answered, "Not me!" Bob responded with a sarcastic "Yeah, right," and turned out the light.
I slept through the night but I woke up dry! JR wasn't so lucky. When I called over to him and told him I was dry he said he was wet and so was the couch. "Boy, Bob sure is going to be mad," I said. Just then Bob came in taking off his long johns, so he ended up wearing only briefs and a t-shirt. We giggled. "Hey, this is my house. I can wear whatever I want! Ok, who's wet?"
"Not me," I said, as Bob pulled back the blanket. He saw I was dry and turned to JR. As Bob pulled back the blanket JR let out this little half crying "I'm sorry" just like he did before Dad used to beat us. "Yeah, you're wet," Bob said and before JR could say or do anything Bob stood him up and pulled off his pjs, t-shirt, and underpants. JR put a hand over his dick and the other over his butt, "Don't spank me," he pleaded. "You're a good kid, I'm not going to spank you." My jealously started up again, just like years ago. I was dry and got nothing, but JR just peed all over the couch and was told he was a good kid! "Com'on" Bob said to JR, "let's get you washed." He took JR into the bathroom.
About twenty minutes later they came back. JR was still naked and now dripping wet, "Bob gave me a bath!" he said, sounding a little surprised. Bob dried him off and then helped him into dry underpants, but nothing else. "Can I have a bath," I asked. Bob said, "No, you don't need one. Lets get breakfast." And they went into the kitchen. I took off my pjs so I could be like them and followed into the kitchen. Bob smiled but didn't say a thing when he saw me. After breakfast we got dressed and Bob sent us out to play. Around noon we went home for lunch. That's when Mom told us that we would have to stay at Bob's another night because the fix-it man wouldn't have the part until late and won't be able to fix the heater until Sunday (because he was a friend, he promised to do that). That was fine by us. Even if Bob had been nicer to JR after he wet than to me it was still more fun at his house than ours with my sister Cathy around.
We went to Bob's after dinner. I got into my pjs as soon as we got there, and Bob changed into his long johns that still showed his white underpants, but since JR's pjs were still wet he stayed in his clothes. We watched two more videos and had popcorn and sodas. We were nearly asleep when the second video finished. Again Bob put JR on the other couch, with the cushions turned over, and covered each of us with a blanket. "Who's going to be wet, tonight?" he asked. And again we answered, "Not me." "I bet," was all Bob said.
When Bob came into the living the next morning he was already out of his long johns and was wearing blue underpants only partially covered by a colored t-shirt. He started to ask, "So who's wet this morning?" as he pulled my blanket back, but finished with, "Holy cow! You're wet from your tits to your knees." I don't know if that was true, but I do remember I was really, really soaked. JR was even worse. We knew not to drink soda before bed, but I guess Bob didn't. Bob pulled my soaking pjs off of me. "Yuck!" I said as the cold wet top wiped my face, "That's why we don't wear pjs at home." As Bob took of my bottoms and now light yellow underpants, he asked, "What do you guys wear to bed at home?"
"Nothing," I said. "Wet pjs are terrible to take off and Mom doesn't wash them and our underwear often enough so we run out." JR added as Bob took off his very wet jeans and underwear, "So we just sleep naked and then don't have anything wet to take off. But Mom didn't want you to think we're strange, so she made us wear old pjs." "Well, you're not strange," Bob said looking at JR. Then he added, "You are both good boys," looking right at me. See, I remember thinking, I am a good boy.
Then he walked us to the bathroom. He sprayed us down and then soaped us up from head to toe. We were still pretty young, but I think both of us got a little hard when he soaped up our butts and dicks. But he didn't say anything about it. I asked my brother about it when I was writing this and he said he really did get hard during the first bath, but so much the second. After the bath Bob dried us off in the living room and put the dry pair of underpants on me that I had not used the day before. But JR was sunk. Both of his were wet, and so were his clothes, so Bob just put a t-shirt on him (that did not cover much) and we headed for the kitchen. As first JR was a little embarrassed, because we both had underpants on and he had his dick and butt showing. But after a while he didn't seem to mind and didn't even want me to go get dry clothes for him when Bob sent me home to get some after our late breakfast.
When I got home the fix-it man was just finishing the heater and before I left to bring JR his clothes there was heat starting to come through the vents. SHIT! I knew we would be sleeping at home that night. When I got back JR and Bob were playing some video game. Then I took over from Bob and JR still was still playing in just a t-shirt. He seemed to like having a bare butt. After the game was over I told JR the heater was fixed and that we would not be sleeping a Bob's that night. JR was sad too when I told him. All Bob said was, "Well, that will give me some time to dry out some things, besides tomorrow is Monday and school. I don't want to have to wake you two up early enough to get you ready for school." And he sent us home.
GREG'S STORY PART 4
As winter continued and we were cooped up in our old trailer my brother, JR, and me got into more fights with our sister. She was six years older than me, in high school, and was a lot bigger than both of us. She was crazy, too. We would get into fights about anything and everything. No matter how the fight started she would always bring up our bedwetting. As the fighting continued it went from verbal to physical. It was sometime in February or March that year she first punched me in the eye. Mom came home to me still crying with a black eye that I had for weeks. A few weeks later she tried to strangle me. Those marks on my neck only lasted a week as I recall. Children and Family Services was called in and Cathy ended up in counseling after that one.
Around spring vacation my Mom had a chance to start work on the second shift on the hospital cleaning staff, which paid 30 cents more per hour. We needed the money so she accepted, but that meant she wouldn't be home until after 10:30 at night. She called Bob to ask if JR and me could use his place as a safe house if Cathy and us got into a fight. We were really happy Bob said yes. And it didn't take long before we needed his place. As soon as Mom was on nights Cathy thought she was boss and did whatever she wanted including trying to spank us for not doing what she wanted us to do. We both escaped with only a few scratches and red marks.
We showed up at Bob's at just about bedtime still panting, with no coats, and no change of clothes. "What happened to you?" asked Bob. "Cathy tried to make us clean up the mess she made in the kitchen with dinner," I said. "Yeah, and hit me when I said 'No,'" said JR, "so we ran out before she could kill us."
"Well, I'm just about ready to go to bed. I have an early class tomorrow. So if you are staying here it is bed time for you, too," Bob said. We didn't care. Sleep sounded better than being beaten up. Without going to the bathroom we each took our shoes off, picked a couch, Bob covered each of us with a blanket, and that is the last thing I remembered until morning. That was a mistake!
When Bob woke us up our jeans and flannel shirts were soaked. We had had a lot of milk with dinner and hadn't gone to the bathroom after that before we went to sleep. We also seemed to wet the bed more after a fight with Cathy. "Well, I don't have time to clean you guys up," Bob told us, "I need to go to class and you guys need to go to school, too. I'll take you home so you can change." We ended up walking home obviously wet to anyone who was there to see us. When we got in the door Cathy started up immediately, "Mom's asleep, so shut up. Where have you pee babies been? Shit, you even peed your pants." Then she saw Bob and stopped. We didn't have time for a bath so we just peeled off our wet clothes and put on dry ones. Bob picked up the wet clothes, and we went back to his house for something to eat. Then he rubbed some aftershave on us to cover the slight pee smell and sent us to school.
When we got home from school Mom had already left Cathy was still in a bad mood so we went right over to Bob's house. He had just gotten home from the university. "Ok, lets get you guys bathed," he said, still smelling something. Even though we could do it ourselves, he took us into the bathroom, undressed us, squirted us down, and lathered us up twice. While we dried off he took our clothes and put them in the wash with the ones we had wet the night before. "Hey, what are we going to wear while those dry?" I asked. "Here," Bob tossed a package of new underwear at each of us, "I bought these on the way home so at least you won't pee your pants when you sleep over here." Bob had a real bad drier that was really small. It took most of the evening to dry our jeans, so we ended up wearing only underpants the entire time. In the evening Bob changed into his long johns. It was neat snuggling with him under the quilt on the couch, us in our underpants and him in the long ! johns, while we watched TV. Of course that night we slept in our new underpants too, and in the morning they were wet and yellowish instead of dry and bright white. Bob didn't seem to mind too much, though. When he got us up he was dressed only in his underpants and a t-shirt. He washed us, fed us, and sent us off to school.
This routine happened regularly, depending on how crazy my sister was. Some weeks were worse than others, but as I recall even in the best weeks JR and me were over at Bob's at least once in the week. Even when we didn't need to sleep over there for our safety we were over there for help with homework, or to relieve boredom, or see the birds, or something. And Bob regularly gave Mom reports on how things were going. More and more he was being the dad we didn't have.
One Saturday evening we were over at Bob's and asked to stay the night. It had been a real good week so we hadn't had to sleep over at his house. "Your mom is home. You don't need to sleep here," Bob said. "Yeah, but we want to and Mom doesn't mind," I replied. "If she says its OK, then you can," said Bob. JR called her and convinced her to say yes, even though this was only one of two nights a week she got to see us.
After we had decided on what video to watch but before he started it Bob said, "Look, you guys, we have a little problem we need to fix. I really like having you guys over but my couches can't take much more pee. You guys have slept over here ten times in the last month or so, and with the exception of one night you have wet." I was sure he was telling us we couldn't come over any more and I started to cry. JR looked unhappy too. "Hey, don't do that," Bob continued after he wiped some of my tears. "I'm not throwing you out. All I'm saying is either you stop wetting or you will have wear something to protect the couches."
"Like what?" asked JR. Bob said, "Have you seen the ads for Depends on TV? Something like those." "I'm not wearing diapers," I said, "I'm not a baby." "They're not diapers, and they are for adults, not babies," Bob responded. "Yes they are, and I'm not wearing them," I said. "That's fine as long as you don't wet anymore. Here's the deal. If you are dry tonight you don't have to wear them next time, but if you are wet you have to wear the Depends for the next three times you guys sleep over. If you are dry all three of those times you can go back to wearing only underwear. As long as you stay dry you can stay out of the Depends. OK?"
It wasn't OK to me. All I said was, "Hummph, let's watch the movie." JR didn't say a thing. "OK, then," Bob said as if we had agreed, "We'll start the movies as soon as you guys are ready for bed." We stripped off our clothes, put on the underwear Bob bought us, and washed up faster than ever. The rest of the night we watched movies, ate popcorn, and drank soda while Bob had beer.
In the morning I woke up to the sound of Bob in the shower and the usual feel of wet squishy underwear. So did JR. Since we didn't want to wear those diapers next time, we didn't want Bob to know we wet. We turned over the cushions, stuck our wet underpants in the trash, got dressed, and went home before he got out of the bathroom. We didn't hear a thing about it for a while and pretty much forgot about it since Cathy was in a better mood the next few weeks.
About three weeks later I was over at Bob's trailer visiting the birds. We were have a great time. They were talking, whistling, and acting like clowns. It was getting late, and without thinking I turned to Bob and asked, "Can I stay the night?" He said, "Sure, just ask your mother." I called and got permission. As I hung up the phone Bob came back in the room and tossed me something saying, "Here, this is for you to wear tonight. You were wet last time you were here." I had forgotten, but Bob had not. It was a big diaper! "I'm not wearing a diaper," I said, as I sped out the door.
Mom saw me when I got home. "I thought you were staying at Bob's." I ignored the comment and said I had to talk to JR. "I think he's in your guys bedroom getting ready for bed," she said. I found him in the bedroom just goofing around. "I thought you were staying at Bob's, he said, "I was thinking about coming over too." I closed the door and said in the loudest whisper I could manage, "Bob's got diapers for us. He gave me one to put on after I called home. Told him I'm not a baby!"
"Nah, he doesn't really," my brother said, "You're just pulling my leg."
"Yes, he does," I said, "He gave it to me and said 'put it on'!"
"This I got to see," he said. He got up, told Mom we were going over to Bob's and he was out the door with me trailing behind before she could say anything. When we got to Bob's he was on the couch watching TV in his long johns. "Greg says you have diapers we have to wear if we sleep over here. Is that true?"
Bob answered, "Yep, see for yourself." And he tossed the diaper to JR just like he did to me. Then he pointed to the bag and said, "I've got a whole bunch for you guys."
"You mean I have to wear one if I stay here, I have no choice?" JR asked.
"That's right. The deal last time was if you were wet the next time you wear one of these," Bob answered.
"Can I stay tonight?" JR asked. I thought he had lost his mind. To this day I don't know what he was thinking when he asked that. "I'll call Mom and tell her we are staying here tonight, " he said to me. I couldn't believe it. I thought he didn't realize that he would have to wear a diaper. But Bob cleared that up for me, "You realize, JR, you will have to wear a diaper tonight then. Weakly, almost shyly JR said, "Yeah." He must not care about wearing one, I thought.
"You, too, Greg," Bob said. Once again that big brother envy thing was getting to me. There were a lot of things in this world I would not do on my own, like wear a diaper. But if JR did something, no matter how dumb, then I was going to make sure I did it too. "Yeah," I said, "I know." JR called Mom and told her we were both spending the night at Bob's. He didn't say anything about the diapers. After JR hung up Bob said, "OK, lets get you ready for bed. JR, you're first." JR slowly walked over to Bob who was sitting on the couch. Bob took of JR's flannel shirt, then unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled off his jeans. He then pulled off his underpants, and then told JR to lie on the couch. He slid the diaper under him and then taped 'em up. When JR got up he looked like an 11-year-old baby. "Now you, Greg," said Bob. "Not me, I'm not wearing those," I said as I again headed for the door. That is when JR really got me. "Greggy is a baby fraidy-cat! Always the chicken," he taunted.
"Am, not! I'll show you!" I said, undoing my pants and shirt, and pulling off my underwear. "I'll wear your stupid diapers!" I lay on the couch totally naked as Bob put on the diaper. It felt warm; it wasn't so bad after all. I got up. JR and me looked at each other and ourselves in the big mirror in the living room and giggled. We did look like big babies. I don't know what came over us but almost together we started a fake baby cry. "Oh, its not so bad," Bob said, "come on over here under the blanket." When we did Bob patted us on our diapers and our heads and said something like, "Its OK, you can be my big, baby boys." This time I didn't mind being called that.
After the movie we went right to sleep, again without going to the bathroom. JR was the first to wake up the next morning. "Hey, Greg, are you wet?" I didn't feel cold and wet, the couch wasn't wet either. "No," I said as I got up. "Yeah, but your diaper is. It's yellow and the line is gone. Mine, too," JR said showing me his diaper. He was right. I reached inside and it sure was wet. "Wow! These things sure do work. Maybe they aren't so bad after all. I just don't want anybody else to know." We went to the bathroom pulled the wet diapers off and quickly wiped off before Bob got up. When Bob came into the living room we were sitting there in our underpants playing 'war' with his cards. He asked if we were wet or dry. We both said, "See, no wet spot, pointing to the couches. We were dry!"
"Yeah, right, I saw the soggy diapers in the bathroom," said Bob, "they work good! How did they feel?" I had to admit they weren't too bad. The next couple of weeks we ended up sleeping at Bob house three more times and wore diapers each time. We were getting used to it as part of the regular routine. Too much of a regular routine! About three weeks after our first diaper we were sleeping at home and Mom came in to wake us for school with glasses of orange juice. Both of us were more soaked than usual. As I stood there shivering and looking a huge circle of pee in my bed and another pee circle surrounding JR in his bed Mom shook her head and said, "I wish you guys could have dry beds."
And then JR blew it! I couldn't believe it! He look up and said, "We could Mom, we could wear diapers like we do over at Bob's house. They keep the couches dry!" A glassful of orange juice slipped out of Mom's hand right into JR's lap. It didn't matter; he and the bed were already wet. And that is how Mom found out about us wearing diapers.
GREG'S STORY PART 5
When Mom found out we were wearing diapers at Bob's house she was worried something weird was going on. She asked a lot of questions about what we did and what Bob did when we were over there. Then she called Bob and talked to him for a long time. We were scared she wouldn't let us go over there any more, but after talking to Bob it turned out she was cool with it. She even checked out buying diapers for us to wear at home, but she couldn't afford them. So throughout the spring we kept wearing diapers at Bob's but wetting our beds at home.
After school was over for the year was when Cathy really started to loose it. She would call Mom at work all the time for no reason, except she was bored or lonely or something stupid like that. Mom was a cleaning lady at the hospital, so they would have to find her each time Cathy called. After a while they told Mom NO MORE CALLS, except emergencies. Mom told Cathy that so Cathy would tell the hospital it was an emergency. After a couple of those kind of calls, they told Mom NO MORE, or you're fired. Cathy called anyhow and Mom got fired. When Mom came home she was pissed! I had never seen her so mad. She and Cathy got into a big fight and Cathy went nuts. When Cathy attacked Mom we ran for Bob's house. When we got there we were both crying. Bob called the police.
As we listened to the fight and waited for the police I just sat and cried. All I could think was I wish everything was fine like when I was little. I didn't even realize it but as I cried I started to wet my pants. I don't think I really had to go, but just like the tears the pee kept flowing. It was JR who finally noticed it, "Hey Greg's wetting his pants!" Bob didn't seem to mind, "We will worry about that later, JR. Just let him be." Or did Bob say "just let him pee"? I don't remember now and it didn't matter 'cause either way I was still slowly peeing, and I just couldn't stop.
When the police came Cathy attacked one of them and they cuffed her and put in their car. They spent a long time in our house. Then they came over to Bob's house and wanted to ask us questions. We wanted to know how Mom was, but they won't tell us. "At least them how their mother is! Maybe then they will calm down enough to tell you something," Bob told the cops. They agreed and finally said Mom was OK and that she could come over after we had answered their questions, so we told them everything they wanted to know. They finally ended their questions to me with, "You're the wrong age to be wetting your pants, don't you think?" It was a mean thing to say. I looked down at them; they were pretty wet. But Bob answered them with, "They are the wrong age to be worrying whether their sister killed their mother! And you didn't help much!" (Thanks Bob!) After that they left.
As soon as the cops left Mom came over to see how we were. She looked pretty shook up. When she saw my wet pants she almost started to cry. "I've done it again, its all my fault," she said. We didn't understand what she was talking about. "Whenever your father and I would fight both of you would stand there, watching, and just wet your pants. Cathy would go into her bedroom and bang her head. All your problems are my fault!" Then she did start to cry. JR and me just looked at each other. We didn't remember our parents fighting much and we didn't remember wetting our pants about it. (Since then, many years later, in therapy under hypnosis I have found out my parents fighting, and our wet pants, was a regular thing in our trailer. But at the time this was news to us.) After she calmed down she suggested we stay the night at Bob's because she wanted to go to the jail and see what she could do for Cathy. We agreed, and she left.
Bob diapered us as soon as she left and tried to distract us with a video. But it was a long time before we were tired enough and calm enough to go to sleep. That night, even with diapers on, was a real wet one. About 4:00 am I was awake and soaked through. So were JR and the two couches. We changed out of our wet diapers into the last pairs of clean, dry underpants and crawled into bed with Bob. By the time he woke up at 7:00 we, and his bed, were wet. Surprisingly, he didn't seem to mind too much. I guess he knew we had more than we could take at that point, so he didn't get too mad at us. He changed me into another diaper since everything of mine was wet. JR put on the clothes he had come over to Bob's wearing last night. For some reason I didn't even care I was in a diaper. After breakfast Bob sent JR home to get something for me to wear, but when he got back with them I didn't put them on for a long time. I don't know why, I just didn't.
Mom got back from the jail later that morning, but Cathy wasn't with her. We went home to see what was going on. Mom didn't have enough money for bail, so Cathy got to spend a few more days in jail until her court appearance. Mom didn't let us go and see the court, but when she came home she was crying. When she could finally talk to us about it she said Cathy would have to spend some time in a group home for 'troubled' teens and get checked out by a doctor because they thought she had mental problems and might be dangerous. Well, JR and me could have told them that, but Mom didn't want to hear it. Mom said we would have to spend a week or so with Bob when they took Cathy to the place because Mom would go with her for a while and it was in the northern part of Illinois. Mom was very upset about it but we couldn't be happier. Cathy would be gone and we were going to stay with BOB!
GREG'S STORY PART 6
As soon as the Department of Child and Family Services had made arrangements to take Cathy north, Mom and me went over to Bob's to see if JR and me could stay at his house while Mom was gone. She explained the whole thing to him and that she would be gone for a week or so starting on Friday. "That's the same time I've promised to go and watch my three nephews for ten days. My two brothers and their wives are going on a cruise to Alaska's inside passage. We can't change now," Bob said.
"But Bob, I can't change this either," explained Mom, "and you are the only one who knows about their wetting and is willing to have them stay over." (Ouch! Thanks, Mom that's letting me know where I stand.) But the argument also persuaded Bob.
After more conversation, "Ok. Let me call my brothers and see what we can do," Bob replied. "Maybe we can work out something." A few days later Bob called and told Mom that he would watch his nephews at his house and we could stay too, if we were good. Five mostly pre teen boys were going to be a lot, even for Bob, so everyone was supposed to be on their best behavior.
We were already at Bob's trailer on that rainy Friday when his nephews arrived. Mom had left very early in the morning and we got to Bob's after breakfast with all our stuff, including our old sleeping bags. They came in a station wagon and unloaded all kinds of stuff that looked new. We thought they must have been rich! Bob introduced us to them and them to us. There was Kenny, 13 and his brother Billy, who was 10, and their cousin Tom, who was 11½. I had just turned 11 and JR had turned 12 in January so we were all about the same age. Before their parents left we dragged all their stuff into Bob's trailer and we all got the 'you better be good or you'll be sorry speech'. That was the second time today we had heard it. After their parents left Bob gave the same speech again.
Since it was still raining Bob let us play some video games inside. After I lost and Tom took my place against JR I went to pee. As I walked in the bathroom I saw them! SHIT! Under the sink, in plain sight were our diapers! I quickly hid them in the closet, but that is when I it hit me! We were wet the last time we stayed over, so Bob is going to make us wear them tonight in front of them. How dumb could we be? Pretty dumb I guess. When I got back to the living room JR had just lost his last man on the video game so Kenny took over. He was sitting on the couch watching. I leaned over and whispered in his ear "Diapers tonight." That was all I needed to say. First he turned white and then he turned red. I had never seen anyone do that before or since. I had made my point. He immediately looked around for Bob. Not finding him in the living room, he headed for Bob's bedroom. Bob was in there checking on the birds he had moved from the living room so there was enough room for all of us to sleep.
JR closed the door. "We can't wear diapers tonight," he quietly told Bob so the others would hear. "Why not?" asked Bob. "Because we don't want your nephews to see us wearing them. That's why," we told Bob still not too loudly.
"Ok. So what are you going to wear?" asked Bob. We didn't know. "Well what are they going to wear?" JR asked. "They usually wear sweats, I think. That is what I was told," said Bob. "Then we will, too," I said. We were relieved when Bob agreed to that. The rest of the afternoon was really busy, with us running all over the place between chances to beat each other at video games JR and me had never played before. We had pizza for dinner and then watched a movie. About 8:00 pm or so Bob said it was time to start getting ready for bed. Panic time again! Was Bob really going to keep his promise?
"I don't got to sleep until 10:00!" Kenny said. "Bull!" Bob replied, "you guys go to sleep at 9:00 and it is time to start getting ready." "Not yet, please," Tom added. "Yes! Now!" said Bob, and he picked up the deck of cards on the table, "whoever gets the low card gets ready first." "Hey, Kenny, let's get ready for bed by playing 'War' like we do when daddy puts us to bed," said Billy. "What are you taking about, Billy?" asked Bob.
Kenny answered, "You know the card game 'War' where you turn up cards and whoever got the high card takes them all? And if two have the same card you put another card down and than another up and whoever has that high card takes those too? We do that to get ready for bed. Instead of putting a card down you say what you are going to take off if you lose. When you take everything off then you have to wash up and brush your teeth and then come back and put on your sweats for bed."
"You really do that? asked Bob. "Yeah! Daddy showed us, " said Billy. "I'm going to have a talked with him sometime about the games he teaches you guys," said Bob, "but if you want to do that, it's OK with me." It sounded cool, and it would put off having to get ready for bed, so we all agreed. Bob got another deck of cards and added them to the cards he already had. We sat in a circle on the living room floor and he dealt the cards out to us. He didn't get any cards, and said that was because he was the referee. I don't remember exactly how the game went, but it was something like this. Since there were five of us and two decks of cards every couple of times someone had the same cards and had to say what they would take off. First it was shoes and socks, then shirts. I think it was Tom and me who were the first to have the same card when we were both in just our jeans. We both called out jeans (What else could we do?). Tom didn't seem to care, but I was scared. I turn up an eight, I think, and got real scared that I would be the first to have to take off my pants. But Tom turned up a three or a four. I took the cards, relieved. Tom stood up and said, "I don't care!" and pull off his pants. He had blue underpants on. Everyone laughed and cheered.
After a couple more times the only ones not in only underpants was JR, who had jeans on and Billy, who still was mostly dressed. Then JR and Kenny got same cards. I could tell Kenny was scared he would lose, but JR lost and took off his jeans. Then Kenny and Tom had the same cards. They both called out "underwear" because that was all they had left. Tom got a real high card but Kenny got an Ace. Again Tom stood up and said, "I don't care!" and pull off his underpants. He sort of danced around and said we were all chicken for not taking ours off too. Bob sent him to the bathroom to wash up and we continued the game. It wasn't long until we were all naked and heading off to the bathroom, except Billy. So he ended up going last. (The little shit!)
This whole thing took close to an hour, as I remember. All this time we were finishing the pizza and Pepsi that came with it (big mistake there!). When we were all washed, brushed, and in our sweats we rolled out our sleeping bags and Bob told us to go to sleep. We were all wired so it was a long time before we were asleep. I had tried to stay a wake all night because I was scared I would wet, but we had been playing all day. Once the wired-ness wore off I was sound asleep. As Mom said, "Even the dead rising would not have waked me up." That was NOT good.
GREG'S STORY PART 7
The first thing that I remember the next morning was the sun in my eyes. The second thing was I was soaked. From about my belly button to nearly my knees my sweats were wet. The third thing was: BOB'S NEPHEWS! OH SHIT! I usually wake up slowly, but I was full awake now! Bob's nephews were here, and I'm wet! How am I going to get out of this??? I checked the room. I was the only one awake. Now what? My clothes were in a big pile with everyone else's over by the couch. No way could I get them. I checked the front door but one of them had rolled over by it. I couldn't get out without waking whoever was buried in the sleeping bag over there. My only chance was down the hall. The only one between me and the bathroom was my brother in his old sleeping bag. He seemed like he was asleep, but that didn't matter. He knew I wet. If I woke him while trying to get down the hall he won't say anything.
I checked everybody else again and then slowly started to crawl out of my sleeping bag. I was most of the way out when Bob came out of his bedroom and went into the bathroom. I slid back in, hoping he would go back to bed after peeing, and waited. But no such luck. He came out of the bathroom and headed right for us. SHIT! "Time to get up everybody," Bob almost yelled. He saw me move. "Morning, Greg, time to get up." He pushed every sleeping bag with his foot. "Everybody up, we have a lot to do today," and he headed for the kitchen. I was dead now! Soon Kenny, Billy, and Tom would know I was a bed wetter. Slowly heads stuck out, but no body got up. Bob came back out of the kitchen with a glass of orange juice and started pushing everybody with his foot again. "Come on, get up!" Bob was in the middle of the room when he said the worst words I could imagine, "I smell pee. Some body wet their sleeping bag." Nobody said a word. He finished the orange juice and asked, "OK, who's wet?" All of us almost in unison said, "Not me!"
"Yeah, right! I'm going to check everybody and we'll see." Bob went over to JR's sleeping bag first and reach in feeling around. He didn't say a thing. Then Kenny's, and then mine. When he got to mine I stupidly said, "Not me." He reached into my sleeping bag and found one very soggy kid. He didn't say a thing, but the grin on his face did. I knew I was dead meat. He then checked Billy's, and then Tom's, who was at the door. (Thanks Tom, you don't know what you have done to me.) "Ok, guys, I don't want to embarrass anyone, so here's what we are going to do. Everyone is going to close their eyes and KEEP THEM CLOSED. OK?" Everyone agreed and closed their eyes (at least I hoped they did. I had a lot to loose here.). "Now everyone get out of their sleeping bags and come to me." We all slowly shuffled toward Bob. "Now just stand still, unless I move you." What the hell was he doing? How was this going to make sure they wouldn't find out I was the wetter?
"OK, keep your eyes closed. No peeking, Billy. You are now all in a circle," Bob said, "now hold your right hand out in from of you." I put my right hand out. I didn't know what Bob was doing but I had no choice. "Your other right hands, JR and Billy." JR never could tell right from left, when we were kids. He still gets it wrong a lot as an adult. I guess Billy was the same way. "Now, keeping your eyes closed take your right hand and feel the front of the kid on your right side." I reached to my right and put my hand on the sweatshirt of whoever was next to me. IT WAS WET TOO! Thank God. It had to be JR next to me, but at least I knew I wasn't the only one. But at the same time someone else was finding out I was wet. I heard a "Yuck" as he first touched my now cold shirt. "Quiet," said Bob, "now take your left hand an feel the kid on your left." When I did he was wet too!!! There were three of us. Now I was OK! We would get teased, but we were in the majority!
"OK, guys you can open your eyes," said Bob. I could believe it. JR was across from me! It was big Kenny on my right who was wet and Tom was just as soaked as me on the left. And both JR and Billy were wet too. I think we all just stood there with our mouths open looking at each other! "You guys wet? Yeah, you too?" "If we knew you wet we would have had you sleep over, Tom." Wow! Even the cousins didn't know each other wet! This is really great. Or at least as great it could be standing there in peed in sweats.
"All you guys just sit down for a minute," Bob said. We did. "OK, now that you guys know you all wet you can all relax a little. I want you tell everyone how often you wet. Greg, you first." "Why me?" I answered. Bob said, "Just do it." "OK, I wet twice a week," I said. "I know better, Greg, double that and try again," Bob said. "Four times a week, then!" Then Tom got up and said, "I don't care if you know, I wet four or fire times a week, too!" He was always the show off, it turned out. Kenny and JR admitted they each wet about 5 or 6 times a week and Billy said he was almost always wet. Cool! What a group we made! It didn't even occur to me to wonder why they all wet and why Bob knew. After that Kenny and Billy went to Bob's bathroom to take a shower. Bob let JR and me sneak home to do the same. Tom had to sit and wait. As always he said, "I don't care!"
After breakfast we spent the rest of the day running around and following Bob as he checked his experiment plants in a bunch of places in the woods behind the trailer park. It was a great day!
GREG'S STORY PART 8
As I recall, that evening, after dinner, we all played video games until it was bedtime. When Bob announced it was time to get ready for bed the typical wale came from us, "Not yet, its too early to go to bed. Just one more hour." And the like. "No, its time, now," Bob replied above the noise, "Billy you first." "I don't want to. Let's play war to see who goes first." "Yeah!" everyone else said. I think Bob figured at least we were moving in a direction toward bedtime if we did that so he agreed and brought out the cards.
This time was pretty much like the last time except we weren't as shy. We had seen each other in peed-in sweats and naked, so it was not big deal to undress in front of each other. Instead of being so serious we were giggling and goofing around more, so it was a lot more fun. I was the first one to finally lose my underwear. As I left the room I pulled my briefs over Tom's head and I ran down the hall. Bob followed me and I thought he was going to yell at me for doing it. I was about to give some excuse when Bob said, "I don't care about that. Just get in the bathroom and wash up." And he followed me in.
As I was brushing my teeth he open the closet and pulled out the DIAPERS! "No, Bob, not those! You said we wouldn't have to wear them. Please!" "Sorry, Greg. You were wet last night and you know the agreement. You will wear diapers for the next three nights." I started to whimper. "Stop crying. You may wear diapers, but you are not a baby. Now hold still." He put the diaper on me. He opened the bathroom door and steered me by the shoulders to the spare bedroom that was mostly full of junk, but did have a bed in it. He closed the door and left. Now what? I thought as I sniffled a little, half pulled a sheet around me and waited for the group to come to finish my humiliation.
It didn't take long. The door opened and in walked Bob with Tom. And Tom, too, was in a diaper! And he didn't seem to care that I saw it. Bob left, no doubt for the next victim. Tom sat right down next to me. "You got one on too?" he asked as he tried to pull the sheet off of me. "Come on show me. You see mine." I pulled back the sheet far enough for him to see, but then covered up again. He may not care but I sure did! "Chicken," he said, as he stood on the bed and started jumping. About this time the door opened. We turned to see JR enter in his diaper. Now I felt better. My big brother was in one. "Hi," he said rather embarrassedly. "Neat-oh!" Tom responded, and kept jumping. As long as JR did something I could do it too. I took the sheet off and sat there in my fully exposed. JR sat down too.
Next we heard a high-pitched whine, "NO! I don't want to wear a diaper." We all giggled because we knew it was Billy. He said it so loud I bet half the trailer park heard him too. But soon he entered, in tears. By now, and with his brother crying, I'm sure Kenny knew what he was in for. He soon came in the room, a little red-faced, wearing a real big diaper. "You too," was all Kenny said.
"OK, guys, back to the living room," said Bob. There he let us put our t-shirts back on. "Uncle Bob, how did you know?" asked Kenny. "Know what?" "That we wear these," finished Kenny, pointing to the diapers but not wanting to say the word. "Yeah," Tom butted in. "Heck, I knew you guys wet the bed and wore diapers all along. And when your Dads asked me about watching you guys while your parents were on the cruise they reminded me about it, just in case. "What about them?" Billy asked, pointing at me and JR. "They have been sleeping over here in diapers for quite a while," Bob said. "In fact I got the idea to put them in diapers from you guys! One night I was over at Tom's house with your parents. Tom's parents were taking about it having to find bigger diapers for him and I figured that's what I would do with Greg and JR. Tom turned red. My mouth fell open. I couldn't believe it. Tom had just screwed me a second time. It was his fault we were in diapers!
GREG'S STORY PART 9
The next morning I woke up wet again. I think everyone else did, too because, as I remember, there was a pretty big pile of wet diapers in the bathroom by the time we were all dressed. After breakfast we all loaded into Bob's car to go check more of his plant test sites. We spent most of the morning running around another forest near a park on the other side of town. At one point Billy had to pee. This wasn't anything new. Every time we got to an outhouse we all ended up peeing. But this time Billy needed to go and there was no outhouse. "So just pee on that tree," Bob said when Billy asked. "No, I can't pee outside, Uncle Bob," said Billy. JR and me just looked at each other; we couldn't believe it. We had been peeing outside almost as long as we had been wetting our beds (which was forever).
"Sure you can. Just go over there behind the tree and pee," said Bob again. "I'm not supposed to pull down my pants outside. Daddy said that's bad!" said Billy. "Sure you can here in the woods," we all told him. "Hey, Billy, just pretend you are that statue in my Mom's garden. You know, the little boy peeing," said Tom. Again me and JR just looked at each other. These kids were definitely weird! And then just to show Billy what he meant Tom pulled down his pants and underpants in the middle of the path, aimed his dick in the air and started peeing. "See, Billy and Uncle Bob, just like the statue!" We all started laughing at Tom. Bob just shook his head. Finally Billy did go behind a tree to pee. After that what could you do?
"You guys can't hold your pee very long," said Bob. "Sure we can," we all said back. "You can not. We have been out here only four hours and everyone one of you has peed five or six times." That started an argument in the group about how long we could each hold it. After lunch the argument continued and we tried to see who could hold it longer than the rest. Bob told us all to be quite because he had to finish collecting the data on his plant plots. By this time we were pretty excited about who could hold their pee longer and Kenny bet everyone else five dollars he could hold his pee longer than anyone else. Before long and we started fighting over the bet claiming everybody else cheated. By this time Bob was getting ticked off. "OK, you guys want to have a contest to see who can hold it the longest. Fine. If you all will be quiet for the trip home I'll set up a fair contest tomorrow to find out who can hold it longer. Is that OK with everyone? Good! Now SHUT UP!" We rode home in almost dead silence.
The next day we drove out to one of my favorite places in the Forest that was about an hour from home. Bob had taken JR and me there many times. We had even camped there in the middle of the woods near a real waterfall. Of course Bob had more plots here; he had them everywhere it seemed. When we got out of the car he told each of us to pee so we would all start fair. Even Billy peed without a problem. Then he told us the rules. As far as I was concerned the most important one was what we would win. The first to pee only got $2, the second got $3, the third $5, the fourth got $10, the last and winner got $15. We all agreed not to cheat or nobody would get anything and we also agreed this was our idea, not Bob's. "OK, guys, are you still sure you want to do this?" Everybody said, "Yes!" "Fine, now to make sure nobody cheats each of you come here." I was the closest to Bob, and was getting impatient, so was the first in front of him as he pulled a bag out of the trunk of the car. Out of the bag he pulled a heavy duty stapler that looked sort of like pliers. I had not seen a stapler like that before, but recently while in the hardware store I did see one with the staple guns. "Hold still," he said. He pulled my zipper up (when I was a kid it was usually more down than it was up), he slid the stapler over the waist band of my jeans and stapled my fly shut with about four staples. He then stapled around the snap of my jeans and made sure they couldn't slip down. Back then we all wore our jeans tight, so this was pretty easy to do. He then did the same to everyone else's jeans. "OK, now you guys can't cheat. Here, take these and drink 'em. It will help with the contest." Bob handed each of us a can of Coke. Pop was still a treat for us so we didn't even think about what would happen after drinking the Coke.
After that Bob got some other stuff from the car, handed it out to each of us to carry, and off we went, just like the other days. Every ten minutes or so Bob would stop at one of his plots and take measurements of the plants and we would goof around. "I'm going to win the 15 bucks," Kenny taunted us, "And you guys will all be wet." "No! I'm going to win." "No I AM!" And so it went for a while; each of us 'knowing' we were going to get the BIG money. After a while we quieted down. I don't remember if it was because we were looking at stuff or because the first twinge told us we were beginning to fill up. I think I remember JR was the first I noticed in trouble. Every time we stopped has he holding his dick. "Hey JR, you got to pee?" I asked. "No," he said, and put his hand down. But soon he was holding it again, even when he was walking. It wasn't long before I could feel a rapidly filling bladder, too.
Finally JR admitted it. He stopped in the trail and said, "I gotta pee!" We turned around to see him standing there, his hand clamped on his crotch and a big wet mark running down one leg. It didn't take long to finish. "Shit!" was all he said. We all teased him about drinking too much orange juice at breakfast. Bob handed him the two dollars. And we started walking. Billy was the next one. When he had to go he wanted to quit the game. We all told him "NO! If anyone quits, the game was over and then nobody would get the money." He almost started to cry when he wet his pants. Bob handed him his three dollars. It was a while before the next wetting, and I was it. I walked around holding my dick, and then would sneak out a little pee, not enough to show, and then clamp down again. I thought if I could do that long enough nobody would notice and I would win; but no luck. After a while I was in such pain I just yelled, "I give up!" and peed like crazy. I ended up with pee running down both legs and out the bottom of my pant legs making a puddle on the ground. "Neat-O, " was Tom's reaction as he splashed his foot in it. Yuck! Bob gave me the five bucks and went back to measuring another plot.
Now it was up to Tom and Kenny, and both were obviously working hard to stay dry. They were both walking slowly with their legs together and holding their dicks. Finally Tom said, "I don't care. Watch this." And as he started to pee he held a stick through his legs from behind and some of the pee ran down it and dripped on the ground. But it didn't make much difference. By the time he was done he was really soaked.
"I win!" yelled Kenny. I think he would have jumped up and down except he was holding on too tight. "OK, Uncle Bob, take these staples out. I gotta pee BAD!" "Sorry Kenny, no can do. The winner is the last to wet, not the one who stays dry," said Bob. "What? I thought…" started Kenny. "You thought wrong. Remember the rules. I said the last to wet gets the $15," Bob told him. All four of us laughed and started teasing him saying, "Kenny has to wet his pants, Kenny has to wet his pants, Kenny has to wet his pants…" But it was a while before he finally gave in. I think he was embarrassed to stand there and wet him pants in front of us. Finally Kenny stopped and sat on a big rock. "I'm going to sit here and hold it," said Kenny, "I can hold it better sitting down." But as he said it pee started running down the rock. After the waterfall stopped Kenny got up and his entire butt and back of his legs were dripping wet. But we all had done it so it was only fair that he was wet, too. Bob gave Tom the ten bucks and Kenny the fifteen.
After a little while I needed to pee again. "Hey, Bob, take these staples out, I need to pee again." "OK. Hey Tom, where's that tool kit I handed you?" asked Bob. "Ahhhh, I put it in the car, Uncle Bob," Tom replied. "Well, thats too bad, because the needle nose pliers that I need to remove those staple were in it!" Shit! Tom had screwed me again! "I guess you guys will just have to hold it the rest of the day", Bob said. Well you know we didn't. I think I wet my pants twice more. I don't know who else peed or how many more times they did, except for Tom, who would always announce it with, "I don't care, watch this," and then try some trick with his peeing.
GREG'S STORY PART 10
When we finally got back to the car that afternoon I had to pee again. Bob unlocked the car and there was the little tool kit Tom had left in the car. As Bob removed the heavy-duty staples from our pants we each peed like we had never peed before. "OK guys, take off all your wet clothes," he said. Again Billy said he couldn't take his clothes off outside. "Well, you're not getting into my car in wet pants, and besides nobody can see you with all the bushes around. Here, once your clothes are off your can dry yourselves with this towel," Bob said.
After we dried off Bob put all our wet clothes in a plastic garbage bag, and pulled two new packages of underpants and five colored tee shirts out of another bag he had in the back of the car. "Here, the larger size underpants are for Kenny and JR. The smaller size is for you guys," he said to Billy, Tom, and me. "The tee shirts are all the same size." "Where are our pants?" Kenny asked. "Sorry guys," Bob responded. "All your clothes were drying, dirty, or in the washer. That is why I got these for you. You will just have to ride home in your underwear." Again Billy seemed the unhappiest about this, but Tom said, "I don't care, I wear only my underwear a lot at home." We loaded all the stuff in the car, got in, and headed for home.
We hadn't had anything to drink or eat for quite a while so Bob stopped at a little county store in the middle of nowhere to get some drinks and snacks. After he asked us what we wanted he went in to get the stuff. As soon as he was inside Tom changed his mind. "I'm going in to get pretzels too; anyone else coming with me?" "Not me, I'm not getting out of the car in only my underwear," I said and everyone else agreed. But Tom said, "I don't care. Besides I can pull my tee shirt down and nobody will know I don't have pants on." "Well we can't," said Kenny and JR. They were bigger and their tee shirts only came down a little way over their briefs. "And we don't want to," said Billy and me."
"Fine. I'll go by myself," and Tom got out of the car and headed for the store. Even with him holding his tee shirt down we could see his underpants as he walked. I bet Bob was surprised to see Tom come into the store. But when they came out they were both laughing and Tom was eating a bag of pretzels. With both hands busy there was no way he could hold down his tee shirt and anyone could see his underpants. They told us they were laughing because when they got to the cash register the owner told Tom he should have shoes on in the store. Tom pulled up his shirt and said, "What about pants?" Bob laughed at that and the owner just shook his head and told Tom to get out. We laughed about it all the way home.
Which was good because when we got home we realized we would all have to get out of the car and all our neighbors would see us. As soon as we opened the car doors we ran for the house but the door was locked. And because we didn't help unload the car, Bob took a long time to get to the front door. So anyone who was around saw us in our underwear. Bob thought it was funny. Tom, of course, didn't care. But the rest of us were really embarrassed.
GREG'S STORY PART 11
We got back in the house and changed out of the underwear we rode home in, taking showers in turn. The only thing clean and dry at home was more underwear, so that is what we ended up wearing the rest of the day and evening. There was no point in playing the card game to see who would get ready for bed since all we were wearing was underpants. So Bob just started putting us in diapers starting with Billy and working up in age. We didn't even fight it; we were so tired we just went right into our sleeping bags after getting changed.
Mom got home some time later that night so that was the last night JR and me stayed over at Bob's. That was sooner than we thought she would get home. We wanted to stay until Kenny, Billy, and Tom had to leave, but Mom was so depressed after leaving my sister, Cathy, at the group home Bob thought it was best if we went home to keep Mom company. They stayed with Bob for almost another week, and we got to play with them during the day. But we went home to sleep.
After a few months it was clear Cathy was going to be gone for a long time and Mom needed to get some kind of job. The hospital would not hire her back and there weren't many jobs in the area. The few jobs she did interview for asked for references and the hospital didn't give her a very good recommendation because of Cathy calling all time. That fall, just before school stared, one of Mom's uncles who drove a truck suggested she try driving. She resisted for a long time because she would be away from home a lot but the pay was good and she didn't have anything else to do. She was able to get into the truck driver's school near us because of her uncle's recommendation, so for those six weeks she was around at night. We thought it was real cool to have a truck driver for a Mom. But it soon sank in that she was going to be gone for two weeks at a time and that we could not live at home alone. JR wanted to live with Grandma and Grandpa on the farm in Kentucky, but I didn't like them or the farm. I wanted to stay with Bob. I convinced Mom that Bob's would be the best place for me to stay. That way when she came home she could see me rather than an empty trailer. And I was sure Bob would say "yes".
When I went over to Bob's trailer to ask I was really disappointed when instead of saying "yes" he started asking a lot of dumb questions about food and money and how long this be for and stuff like that. After talking to Mom about it he finally he said he would think about it for a few days. I was real scared he would say "no" and I would end up on the dumb farm with my brother. A few days later I went over to find out what Bob decided.
"So, can I stay with you?" I asked as soon at Bob answered the door.
"How badly do you want to stay here?" he asked. He knew I had my heart set on it. I told him, "I'd do anything to stay here!!" He went though a bunch of chores I would have to do and all the other rules. I agreed to all of them. Then he asked, "How much are you wetting?" I told him that since school had started I was down to two nights a week, sometimes less, and some weeks not wet at all! "That is still a lot of wet sheets."
I suggested we could do what we did before. "If I wet I'll wear a diaper the next night, but as long as I was dry I wouldn't have to wear one." That really wasn't how it was: really the deal when JR and me started sleeping over at Bob's was that I would wear a diaper for three nights after being wet, but I really didn't want to wear a diaper since I was wetting less and I really wanted to stay with Bob.
"I don't want to be changing wet sheets all the time. If you want to stay here here's the deal, you will wear a diaper every night. That way I know I won't have to wash your wet sheets." I couldn't believe it, "Every night? Even if I don't wet?" "Yep," Bob said, "Every night. If you don't wet for six months we can think about you not wearing them, but until then if you want to stay here you'll be in diapers. You said you would do anything to stay here. That's what you have to do." I had not choice. I wanted to stay with Bob because he was great. And the only other place would be the farm (yuck) so I said "yes."
Within two weeks we had move my bed and clothes over to Bob's, JR was with Grandma and Grandpa, Mom was on her first training run to California with an experienced driver, and I was back sleeping in diapers every night.
GREG'S STORY PART 12
About a week before school started a new family moved into one of the empty trailers down the row from us. They had two kids. A girl a few years younger than me (I can't remember her name), and a boy one year younger than me named Steve. We got to be good friends really fast. A Friday evening, about two weeks after they moved in, but while there were boxes everywhere in their trailer and even outside, he said that he would like to have me to a sleepover sometime. But his Mom said not until they were done moving in. Without even thinking I said, "You could sleep over at Bob's house with me tonight." His Mom agreed if it was all right with Bob. And I went to ask Bob.
"Can Steve sleep over tonight?" I asked. "His house is still too messy to have a sleepover there." Bob said sure immediately, and I was almost out the door when I thought about the diapers. I was so used to wearing them at night now that I hardly even thought about them. "Ahhh, Bob, can I ask something else?" "What?" he asked. "Ahhhh, hmmm. Steve doesn't know about my wetting and wearing…you know. Do I have to wear them tonight?"
"What happens if you wet without wearing the diapers?" I didn't answer. Bob continued, "Since you are wearing them every night now I can't just add more diaper-wearing nights. What will you do to make up for wetting the sleeping bag and couch?" "Well, I won't be wet, so there won't be a problem." I said. "Yeah, right! You have been wet most nights this week. What makes you think tonight will be different?" Bob responded. (He was right; since school started I had been wetting almost every night again.) I just shrugged my shoulders. After some thinking he said, "I know. We are going to the Botanical Garden again for me to work on my research tomorrow and coming home on Sunday. And every time we go there we end up stopping a whole bunch of times for you to pee and end up wasting lots of time on the road and at the Garden. You can have your sleepover here without a diaper, but if you wet tonight while not wearing your diaper you will have to wear diapers all weekend! . No potty stops on the trip or at the Garden unless I have to pee too." SHIT! Talk about stuck! All I could say was "But…" "Take it or leave it. That is my only offer," said Bob. I took it.
Steve came over after dinner. He liked Bob's birds, so we goofed around playing and talking with them until bedtime. When Bob brought out a sleeping bag for me and Steve started to unroll his sleeping bag, Steve asked, "Hey, Greg, what do you wear to bed?" I thought about the diapers, and panicked and looked at Bob. I expected him to say, "diapers" but he didn't say a thing. He just let me answer. "Oh, ah, I, ah, wear, ah, just underwear to bed." "Cool," said Steve, "me too." And he pulled down his pants exposing red briefs. Steve didn't seem to mind Bob and me were still completely dressed, and within seconds he was standing there in only his underpants. I undressed more slowly, still worried about diapers showing up, but soon was only in my regular white underpants. Then Steve asked, "We always have a bedtime snack at my house after we are ready for bed. Do you too?"
We didn't, but Bob said he had some apples and cereal we could have. "No, like cookies and pop, or ice cream, or hot chocolate," Steve said. Bob looked around the frig. "I have a little ice cream and an open bottle of Coke, but that's it." "Cool, you can make an ice cream float and Greg and me can share it!" I agreed excitedly, not thinking about anything except how great this sleepover was turning out. The float was good and we soon went to bed. We had a long busy day and we went to sleep almost immediately.
In the morning I woke up and knew I was in deep trouble. My underwear was soaked, the sleeping bag was wet, and even the couch was wet. As I heard Bob coming down the hall I quickly pulled off my underpants, putting them in the sleeping bag, rolling up the bag, and using it to cover the wet spot on the couch. Bob came in the living room, shook Steve awake and then sat on the couch I was on. "How did everyone sleep?" he asked. We both said, "Fine!" "Greg, where's your underwear?" Bob asked. Sitting there naked I couldn't say much except "in the sleeping bag." While Steve watched, not understanding what was going on, Bob pulled them out and announced, "Well, Greg, they're pretty wet. You better go rise off." Steve asked, "He wet the bed???" And Bob, always being helpful said, "Yep, Steve, he did." I could hear Steve say, "Wow!" as I walked down the hall to the bathroom, my head hanging. Stupid coke float; I would have been OK if Steve hadn't asked for that.
When I got back to the living room Steve was gone and Bob was waiting for me with a diaper. "Here, put this on," said Bob. I gasped. "Did Steve see the diaper?" I was really scared now. "Don't worry, no, he didn't. And I told him not to tell anyone about the wetting and that he better not tease you about it either. He said he wouldn't. I'm sure he will keep his promise," Bob said, "now you keep yours and put this diaper on. We have to go." It felt funny to have a big fat diaper on under my jeans. I'm sure if anyone saw me they could tell I was wearing one.
Within 15 minutes were we on the highway eating breakfast in the car, but I still wasn't too happy about wearing diapers during the day under my clothes. And I still hoped Bob wasn't serious about me wearing them and using them all weekend. Around an hour later the orange juice and milk had worked their way through and I needed to pee. Up ahead I saw a rest stop sign and asked Bob to stop. "Sorry, Greg, that's the deal. No stopping until I need to. Just use your diapers." I held it as long as I could and then finally had to pee. Just like in the woods, I had to go now no matter what. Actually it didn't feel bad. It was a lot better than wet pants because it stayed warm and didn't run down your legs. After a while on the trip I sort of got used to peeing in the diaper.
For the next few days after we got home from the weekend trip I avoided Steve because I was worried about what he would say, especially if we were at school with somebody nearby. But Friday evening he came over and we played catch without him even mentioning my wetting. He was a real cool friend!
Sometime the next week Bob came home all excited. He had won two tickets to Six Flags amusement park in a botany lab's lottery at the University, and he was going to take me there that weekend. The place was pretty expensive so neither of us had ever gone before. "In the fall after school started they are only open on weekends so they will be really crowded," Bob said. "We may have to wait in lines for a long time. I think you better wear a diaper so we don't end up in the john all the time." I said, "No, if you make me I won't go! I don't want all those people seeing me in diapers!" Bob gave in, "OK, have it your way, but I warned you."
Of course I never listened to warnings. He was right. The place was packed, and we ended up waiting in long lines for every ride. Right before lunch we were waiting in a real long line for their newest roller coaster that I HAD to ride on, and I had to pee. Bob said, "that's OK we can find the john now, then have lunch, and try again after lunch to get on the roller coaster." After lunch the line was even longer so we went and did other rides for a while and then finally came back to the roller coaster when it was getting late. We were nearly to the front of the line after waiting almost an hour and I had to pee really bad again. Bob said, "If we leave the line now it will be too late to ride it after another wait in line. You will have to hold it." "I can't!" I told him. "Then you have a choice," Bob said. "The bathroom or the roller coaster." I knew I would never be back here again, and as I said "roller coaster" I just let go and pee soaked my front, my butt, and ran down both pant legs. The two girls behind us in line giggled and their little brother announced in a very loud voice, "Look, Mommy, that boy wet his pants!" And it only made me feel a little better when the guy running the ride looked at my pants as we got into a car and said, "You're the second pair of wet pants today." After the ride was over it was time to go home. When we got back to his car to go home Bob made me take my wet pants off before I got in the car. I was afraid he would make me put on a diaper in the parking lot it front of a bunch of people. But he only had underpants for me to put on.
It was late when we got home. I figured since it was dark no one would see me when I got out of the car. But the next day when I saw Steve he said he saw us come home. He was so excited about Six Flags and wanted to find out about it he couldn't sleep. "So why were you only in underpants when you were in the car?" he asked. I didn't say anything and just shrugged my shoulders. "Ah, come on. Why?" I still didn't answer, and Steve persisted, "I bet I know why. You fell asleep in the car and peed you pants. Right?" All I said was, "Yeah, I wet them." I didn't want to admit I was awake when it happened. I stood there waiting for the teasing to start, but instead all Steve said was, "That's OK. Let's play catch!" That was the last he said of it.
I think it was two or three weeks later when Bob said to me, "Hey, Steve's mother came over and asked me if Steve could spend the night here. His sister is having some friends over and they don't want any boys at their party. I told her yes. I just wanted to warn you because you ARE going to wear a diaper tonight. No argument!" I started to say something but Bob stopped me, "No argument! Either you can tell him you wear diapers to bed, or I can tell him, or we just put one on you without telling him. But anyway we do it you are wearing a diaper tonight to bed!" I was pretty close to tears, or maybe I was crying. I just remember I felt awful.
Like last time, Steve came over after dinner. I didn't feel like playing with the birds, or video games (all I could think about was Steve seeing me in a diaper), so we just sat and watched some dumb TV show. When it was about time for bed Bob came over to me and whispered, "Are you going to tell him or should I?" I just sat there and pouted. So Bob turned and said, "Steve, you remember last time you stayed over night?" "Yeah we had a coke float," he answered. "Well, I meant other than the float; in the morning. Greg..."
Steve finished the sentence, "...wet his bed. Is that what you mean?" Bob continued, "Yeah, he wet. But usually the bed doesn't get wet because he doesn't wear underwear to bed. He wears something else." Steve cut in again, "Oh, you mean he is like my cousin?" Steve turned to me. "You wear a diaper to bed like my cousin Troy? He is two years older then me too, but he wets every night." I couldn't believe it. My brother and me weren't the only ones who had to wear diapers to bed. I was still mad about having to wear one in front of Steve, but now I wasn't scared to. "Yeah, just like your cousin Troy," Bob said as he got out the diapers.
As Bob was putting the diaper on me Steve said, "Can you guys keep a secret?" After we both said we could Steve very shyly said, "You sure you won't tell Mom?" We nodded. "You really promise?" We promised. "OK. If you're really, really, really sure! Sometimes when I stay over at Troy's house I wear one of his diapers so we can be the same." I just stood there with my mouth open! Then Bob said, "Well, if you really want to you can wear one here too." Steve grinned, "Cool. Yeah, if you really won't tell!" As soon as Bob was done with me he diapered Troy. I couldn't believe it! No wonder he didn't tease me about the wetting or the diapers. He didn't care. And thinking back on it, I think he secretly wished he was a bed wetter too because for the next year or so whenever we had a sleepover at Bob we both wore diapers.
GREG'S STORY PART 13
It was getting pretty close to the end of the semester for Bob. He had a lot of tests and a bunch of research papers were due. So for the next few weeks I was mostly on my own in the evenings. Bob would come home late, find me asleep on the couch, get me ready for bed, and we'd go to bed. About 4:00 in the afternoon or so on the last Friday of 'finals' Bob called and said he was done with his last test and he would be going out partying with some of his friends, he would be very late getting home, and that I should get ready for bed myself (including the diaper). I promised him I would. I watched a stupid TV movie until around midnight, got ready for bed, but I fell asleep on the couch.
It was around 5:00 the next morning when I woke up to a really bad thunderstorm. I wasn't scared of storms, but the wind from this one was really rocking the trailer and the thunder and lightning seemed like they were in the room with me. I ran into Bob's bedroom and turned on the light. He was lying on his back in bed with all his clothes on. The room smelled like really bad beer. I tried to wake him up, but he just mumbled something. I shook his arm again and told him, "Wake up! I'm scared! The storm!" He only partly woke up. He was still really drunk and didn't open his eyes. He just said, "I'm sorry Mom. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to wet the bed again." WHAT DID HE SAY? I forgot about the storm for a minute and looked at his jeans; they were soaked! I couldn't believe it! "You peed the bed!" I yelled at Bob above the noise of the storm. But he was asleep again. There was a loud clap of thunder and I jumped into bed with Bob.
About an hour later the storm was over and it was beginning to get light out. I shook Bob's arm to wake him up and said what he usually said to me, "You're wet! Go pee and rinse off." He was still so drunk he could hardly talk. All he said was, "I need to pee" in a real slurred voice. I had never seen anyone so drunk. And he just lay there. He did this a few more times and I tried to get him to move, but I couldn't. Finally he just said, "Fuck it!" and he started to pee in his pants again. Before he finished there was a pool of pee around his butt. After he was done peeing he just fell back asleep! I couldn't believe it! I gave up. I changed out of my wet diapers into clothes, had breakfast, and watched TV all morning waiting for Bob to get up.
Around lunchtime Bob finally got up and staggered in to he living room still in his wet clothes. "You wet your bed," I teased. "Yeah, so fuck it!" Bob said. I thought he was still drunk because he only used the F word when he had been drinking. (Later I figured out he was just hung over and he also said that during hangovers.) "Yeah, but you peed your bed a lot and even when you were awake," I said. He was so hung over he let his guard down and admitted to me for the first time, "Yeah, so what? I always wet when I was little and I still pee the bed when I drink; even a few beers. Who cares?" He took me back to his bedroom and peeled the wet sheet off the bed, exposing a heavy-duty plastic sheet that zipped around the mattress. I couldn't believe it! Looking back at this now, that is when things started to make a lot more sense about Bob. Now I knew why he didn't mind us sleeping over even when we wet. Why he knew about diapers. Why his nephews wet; it ran in his family, just like in mine. And I knew why he was in different sweats or underwear in the morning than what he wore to bed; he had wet them. Bob was a bed wetter, too!!!
That evening when Bob said it was time to get ready for bed. I said, "No diaper. Not unless you wear one, too." Bob said, "I don't wet that much. I don't pee the bed except when I drink." "So? If you don't wear one, I don't either," I said back. Bob still had a pretty big headache so he didn't argue. I went to bed wearing only underpants for the first time in many months. And believe it or not, I couldn't sleep. I finally wrapped my blanket around my butt so I would be comfortable and went to sleep. In the morning the blanket was soaked and Bob was ticked off. He had all his stuff still to wash plus mine. He was so mad he actually went out and bought BIG diapers. But, he told me he would only wear them when he drank beer. I said, "I'm only going to wear them when you do." "Then you are going to sleep in a stinky room because I'm not washing your sheets every day." That night I didn't wear diapers either. Again I couldn't fall asleep for a long time and the next morning my bed was wet.
The next night Bob had a couple of beers as we watched TV. Right before the movie was over he went in the bedroom and got ready for bed. When he came back to watch the end of the movie I could see he had a diaper on under his sweats, and he had a diaper in hand for me. "Your turn," he said. I let him put the diaper on me without saying a thing. For the first time in three nights I fell right to sleep. In the morning the bed was nice and dry (the diaper was soaked). The next few nights Bob had beers until he ran out and we each wore diapers to bed. And every night I slept really well.
With no beer in the house the next evening Bob didn't have anything to drink. He didn't put on a diaper and didn't bring me one, either. We went to bed after the news and even though I was tired I couldn't get to sleep. After what seemed like forever I went into Bob's room and said, "I can't sleep. Will you put a diaper on me?" "What?, I thought you didn't want to wear one!" Bob said. "I guess I feel better with one on," I admitted sheepishly. After he diapered me I went back to bed and right to sleep. In the morning Bob came in and sat on my bed. "Bed dry?" he asked. I nodded. "Diaper wet?" I nodded again. Then I asked Bob something I didn't think I would ever ask, "Can I wear a diaper every night?" He grinned, nodded and asked, "What about during the day?" I know now, that was when I realized I really liked wearing them because I didn't say, "NO!" Instead I said, "On car trips and maybe other times. Is that OK, Bob?" Bob answered, "Sure."
For the next two and a half years I wore diapers every night. Even when Mom came home and I slept at our house instead of Bob's. I ended up wearing them most weekends and on trips during the week when I wasn't in school, too. Bob finally graduated from the University and Mom got tired of driving a truck. Bob got a job out west somewhere and Mom and me ended up moving in with my grandparents and my brother. They wouldn't let me wear diapers, but by then the wetting had slowed down a lot. Thinking back, those years with Bob were the best. Now I'm grown up and on my own, and when I get really depressed I have a bunch of beers, think about the time I spent with Bob, and wake up in a wet bed.
GREG'S STORY PART 14 (EPILOG)
A year ago last summer I went to southern Florida to visit my crazy sister. She is less crazy now, married, and has four kids. The oldest, Alan, who I had not seen since he was a baby was now 7 years old. His brothers I had never seen. The night I got there the kids were playing in the house. When Alan bent over to pick up a toy I saw the unmistakable outline of a diaper under his short pants! COOL! The second oldest, Sam (5 years old), was not wearing one. The youngest two were in diapers, but they were only 2 1/2 (Roger) and 1 (Chris) years old. The kids went to bed after meeting me so I couldn't check out the diaper situation that night.
When I got up the next morning Alan wasn't wearing a diaper, so I thought I had dreamed it. They played outside most of the day and got pretty dirty. When their dad came home from work he told them it was time to get washed up for dinner. I went inside in hopes to see a diaper. When they didn't follow me in I went to the window to see what was up. I was surprised when I looked out the window to the carport to see Alan, Sam, and Roger stripping and their dad hosing them down out there. I found out later that was how they gave the kids baths during the summer. Alan came in first, went to the kids bedroom and appeared with a diaper! COOL AGAIN!
"Would you help me put this on?" he asked.
"You wear diapers?"
"This is a pull up, not a diaper," he informed me. "Yeah, I wet the bed."
I thought this was so COOL! My sister had teased and picked on my brother and me for so long when we were kids and now she had her own very own bedwetter!!!
I had to find out about the diaper he was wearing when I got there, and I had to hurry since my brother-in-law was finishing up washing Sam and Roger.
"Hey, Alan? Do you only wet the bed? I thought you were wearing a diaper yesterday when I arrived," I asked.
"Oh, yeah, sometimes I forget and wet my pants," Alan answered. "If I do mommy puts me in a pull up or diaper for the rest of the day." WOW!!! I couldn't believe it. But the rest of the family was coming in so I stopped the conversation. I didn't want to my sister to know about the discussion. The kids went into the bedroom with my sister and put on their PJs. When they came out Sam was the only kid one not wearing a diaper. That night all I did was dream about the old days with Bob in his trailer.
The next day I took Alan, Sam, and Roger for a walk while my sister went shopping with Chris. (I would handle little kids, but not babies.) While we were on our walk all of a sudden Sam announced, "Alan wet his pants!" I turned around and Alan was standing there with sort of a smirk on his face and a big wet spot on his pants.
"I couldn't hold it," he said.
"He always says that," Sam said to me.
"Well, we are on a way home anyway," I said.
When we got home my sister was already back. When she saw Alan she said, "Again? Come on I bought more diapers for you. But I think we are out of dry shorts."
She took his hand and they went into the bedroom. When they came back Alan was in a diaper and tee shirt. They were out of dry shorts for him. Sam and Roger were outside playing and my sister went to lie down. So I stayed in the living room with Alan and watched little Chris.
"See? These are diapers, not like those pull ups," Alan said.
"Oh, yeah," I responded. "Ah, Alan, you seem to like them?"
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Do you like wearing diapers?"
He sort of mumbled something while looking at the floor.
"You can tell me; I won't tell anybody," I said.
He looked up with an expression of surprise and said, "You promise?"
I nodded and said, " Yep. Cross my heart! You tell me your secret and I will tell you mine."
"I wet my bed every night. I can't help it," he said.
"What about your pants?"
"I wet my pants so mommy will make me wear diapers," he admitted very softly. "You won't tell mommy, please."
"No, I won't tell. Cross my heart. Want to hear my secret?" I asked. "Yeah!"
"When I was your age I wet my bed too."
His eyes got really big. "Really?"
"Yep. And if you promise me one thing I'll tell you another secret." He nodded.
"Promise me you will keep wetting so you can wear diapers. Can you promise me that?"
"Sure! That's easy. I promise," Alan said. "What is your secret?"
"I wore diapers too; even when I was a big kid. So you can wear them too!"
His eyes got really big again, "Really, Uncle Greg?"
"Yep. Really! And one more thing, don't tell your parents, but if you promise to tell your brothers how much fun wearing diapers is, I'll tell you one more secret."
"Sure, I'll tell them every night."
"Good, my last secret is that sometimes is still wet my bed."
He couldn't handle it. He started giggling, "You do?"
"Yep. Now you won't tell mommy, will you. Just like I won't tell her your secret. Right?"
He nodded. "And you will tell your brothers that it is fun to wear a diaper, right?"
He nodded, and asked, "You really wet your bed sometimes?" "Yep," I said. I looked down at his diaper and the pattern was disappearing on them. "You're wet!"
He looked down at the diaper and imitated me, "Yep." A kid just like me, I thought. COOL!
A few weeks ago my sister called me about other family news. During the call I asked how the kids were doing and sort of hinted about the wetting, not wanting to ask right out. She made this heavy sigh and said that Sam has started wetting the bed, and Roger still isn't dry day or night.
Alan you are the greatest nephew an uncle ever had!!! I had finally gotten revenge for everything my sister had done to my brother and me.
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