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Part 1 The Accident
My best friend Josh and I was joyriding around in his newly acquired 1989 Toyota Corolla. Even if the car was 10 years old, Josh still had a car to drive. Josh was already 16 and I was to turn 16 in little over 4 months from now and my parents told me that I could get a car when I turned 16. We were having the best time driving around seeing all our friends. Josh decided to drive out to a park just on the edge of town near the lake. He was driving a little fast, but I didn’t care, It was fun driving around with my best friend. All of a sudden, I knew that we weren’t going to make the curve. I heard his wheels squeal and that was the last thing I remember.
I woke up in the hospital only to ask what happened. The nurse told me that I was in a car accident two days ago. I asked immediately if Josh was ok. She informed me that he was released from the hospital that same day with bruises and cuts. I realized that I wasn’t so lucky. My parents came into my room after they had learned that I had gained consciousness. They asked me how I was feeling. I told them that my head hurt and I ached all over. “Well after all that you’ve been through, I can see why,” they added. My injuries were that I broke my right arm, with a cast from my fingers to my shoulder blade. My left was severely bruised and cut. I had 38 stitches to close one wound, which was wrapped in bandages from the upper thigh to my ankles My right leg had several bruises and cuts, which would make walking very difficult. Along with these injuries, they told me that I had bruised my bladder and my spleen had to be removed. The doctors didn’t know what type of damage was done and only time would tell. Because of my condition I had an external catheter placed on me, which was going to be removed once I gained consciousness. Since I had my arm was in a cast and my leg was wrapped up due to the several cuts and bruises, I was going to have to stay in bed for the most part for the duration of my hospital stay, which would be a week. I asked the doctor what if I had to go to the bathroom. He told me that there would be urinal for me to use and that when I needed to release my bowels, someone would help me to the toilet. He also told me that since my bladder was bruised that it might be possible that I might be come incontinent. Of course I didn’t know what that word meant, but I didn’t bother to ask. My parents, on the other hand, were extremely concerned about my pending condition.
A male nurse came in and removed my catheter, which felt great to have that thing removed. He placed my urinal container next to my bedside. I asked him if I could wear underwear since I felt a little naked without them. He told me that if I had to go to the bathroom, It might be difficult to pull down my underwear in time to go and I would end up soiling myself. After he left I was given a lunch and shortly after that I fell asleep. My parents left my room and got something to eat. I woke up within 3 hours and felt cold and wet within my bed. I placed my hand inside my sheets and discovered that I had wet my bed. I didn’t want my parents to know this so I called the nurse. He told me that things like this happen and he would take care of it. He left and then returned with fresh linen, a new dry hospital gown and some other supplies. He helped me change out of my wet gown and had me roll over to one side so he could change the sheets. After the sheets were changed he went over to his supply cart and took out what appeared to be a disposable diaper. I asked what that was for and he replied that it was common for patients with injuries like you to wear some type of incontinent garment. I now knew what incontinent meant. I told him that I didn’t want to wear a diaper and that I wasn’t a baby and I was too old to wear diapers. He told me that I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. Since there was the possibility of having more wetting accidents, it is the hospital rules that patients that have wetting accidents are required to wear some type of incontinent undergarments. The nurse uncovered me and placed the thick disposable diaper underneath me. I couldn’t believe that I was going to being diapered by a male nurse. He taped my diaper up and my gown was pulled down over the diaper. After everything was changed, he pulled my sheets and blanket over me. My parents came into my room again and asked I was I feeling. I told them that I felt terrible and no longer wanted to be in the hospital and wanted to go home. My dad said that I would have to stay a little while longer and that I would get use to wearing diapers while I was hospitalized. I guess the doctor had already discussed this with them.
Later on that afternoon, Josh had heard that I was conscious and came to the hospital to see me. He brought me a Gameboy for me and he said that he was really sorry what had happened. I asked him the condition of his car and he replied that it was totaled. The police ticketed him for speeding and driving too fast for conditions. He told me that my parents decided not to press any charges against him for the accident. I was glad to hear that. Josh asked me if he could see my leg, but I told him that maybe later. I didn’t want Josh to see that I was wearing a diaper. We visited a little while longer when the nurse came in and told Josh that visiting hours were over and that he had to leave. After Josh left, the nurse placed a clean dry diaper on my bed and proceeded to change my wet diaper. I hadn’t even realized that I had wet myself and was really bummed that I couldn’t control my bladder. My parents stayed with me an hour or two and as they were leaving I could feel that I was pooping in my diaper. I didn’t have any control over it and even didn’t feel the sensation that I had to poop. I didn’t want to spend the night in a messy diaper so I called for the nurse again. He asked me what the trouble was and I had to tell him that I had messed my pants. He said to me, “Aren’t you glad that we put a diaper on you. If you didn’t have a diaper on, this would be a terrible mess to clean up.” He retrieved a clean thick disposable diaper and pulled off the tapes of my wet and messy diaper. He took out some wipes and cleaned me up. As he was doing this and looking at the clean dry diaper that was going to be place on me, I couldn’t help but think if I was going to have to wear diapers for a long time. After I was cleaned up and placed in a dry diaper I felt better and quickly fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up with my parents by my side. They asked me if I slept ok and that if I needed a change. I told that I slept ok and knew that I was really wet and confirmed that I needed a change. My dad said that he wanted to change me, so that way in case I would have to wear them at home he could re-learn how to change my diaper since I my legs were badly bruised, changing my own diapers would be difficult. I told him that I wasn’t going to wear diapers at home and that this would clear up before I left the hospital. He said, “I hope so.” He went over and pulled out a thick disposable diaper from the linen closet and uncovered me and pulled up my gown exposing my awfully wet disposable diaper. “Looks like you had a very wet night. I bet wearing these diapers make sleeping more comfortable?” I didn’t say anything as he proceeded to change my diapers. The nurse came in and said that it was hospital procedures that the nurse takes care of diaper changes but thanked my dad for doing it. I guess the hospital didn’t want any lawsuits, so any type of changes in dressings, I.V changes or even diaper changes, it was hospital rules that nurses to do them.
My friends and relatives during the course of my hospital stay visited me. Josh visited every day, which I enjoyed. I made sure that no one knew that I had to wear diapers. One day I was placed in a wheelchair and Josh took me all over the hospital to get me out of my hospital room. During this tour I had wet myself really good and I needed a diaper change. I told Josh to return to my room and then I called for the nurse. When the nurse came in, he asked Josh to leave for a few minutes. After the nurse had changed my diapers and told Josh he could come back into the room, Josh asked what had happened and why he had to leave the room. I explained that I had to go to the bathroom and felt uneasy with you being in the room. I told him that with my legs the way they were and having my arm in a cast, I needed help to the bathroom and felt embarrassed about it. “Don’t worry about it, we all need help from time to time and before you know it you’ll be good as new”. I hoped that Josh was right and that I could get out of these diapers real soon before anyone knew about them.
The day had came when I was going to be released from the hospital. The doctors told me that the incision from the removal of my spleen would heal in about 4-6 weeks. The leg needed to heal after about 4-6 weeks of the bruises and major cuts. The stitches would dissolve on their own in about a month and a half. My arm cast would come off in about 2 to 2 ½ months. He told me that he wasn’t sure if I would regain control of my bladder. He told me that I would have to give it more time to heal and that hopefully my bladder would go back to its normal working condition. By this time I had bowel control, which I was extremely pleased with. Wetting myself was one thing, but messing myself was another. I was released to the care of my parents and leaving the hospital wearing a thick disposable diaper. By this time also, I learned that I could walk with crutches, but at a very slow pace. I was going to have a wheelchair in my house to make things easier for me to get around if I wanted to. My parents were going to have the den turned into my bedroom, since it was on the first floor of our house and closer to the kitchen and other areas of the house. My bedroom was on the 2nd floor and walking up the stairs with my legs would be too difficult for me. Once we got home and I was helped into the house I told my dad that I needed a change. He helped me on my bed and took off the hospital pajamas that I had on and changed my wet diaper. After my diapers were changed he brought in a pair of Nike breakaway running pants. He told me that these running pants would be perfect for me to get on especially with my legs all wrapped up from the bandages and would make my diaper changes easier. I used my crutches as much as possible. I did not want to depend on my wheelchair, although my wheelchair was there for my use if I was pushing myself too hard and were it to become difficult to walk. Even with my legs badly damaged and my arm in a cast, using my crutches was a slow method of transportation. Hopefully I would be able to learn to walk without the use of my crutches within the near future. I was more anxious to shed my diapers than learning to walk without my crutches, but for now I needed protection from daily and nightly wettings.
After lunch, Josh stopped over to see how I was doing. We talked a little bit about the accident and how he wasn’t able going to fix his car. As it turns out, his car was totaled and his parents weren’t going to help him out since the accident was his fault and he injured his best friend. His parents told him that he would have save up his own money to buy a new car, which according to Josh, could be a couple of years. As we were talking, my parents stuck their heads into my room and said that they needed to go to the store to pick up some supplies and groceries and would it be alright if Josh could stay with me until they got back. They did not want to leave me alone, in case I would happen to need something or fall from my crutches. I told them, “Sure, go on ahead, I’ll be fine. Josh and I will play Nintendo while you’re gone.” Since I just had my diaper changed just before Josh came over, I knew that I wouldn’t need another change before dinner.
Josh and I played Nintendo all afternoon and he never once suspected that I was wearing a disposable diaper. While we were playing Nintendo, I did wet myself. But it was later in the afternoon and Josh was about to leave, so I didn’t have to worry about changing myself while Josh was present. Around 4:30pm my parents returned with loads of groceries. Josh decided to leave as soon as my parents came back. He said that we should do something tomorrow morning to get you out of the house. I said that would be fine, but call first. As my parents were unloading the car and bringing in the groceries, my dad carried in a case of disposable diapers and several large bags of stuff that must came from a Home Health Care store. At this time, I didn’t what the bags contained of, but I figured that it would most certainly be wrapping for my casts and such.
Right before dinner my dad asked me if I needed a change. I replied with a certain yes. I hobbled over toward my bed and lay down. Since my arm was in a cast, it was impossible for me to change myself, so until my arm cast came off, I would have to depend on someone else to change my diapers or hopefully when I no longer needed diapers. My dad unsnapped my Nike pants and un-taped my wet diaper. He went over to new case of Attends diapers and pulled one out. As he was putting the dry one on me, I couldn’t help but notice that this diaper was thicker than the one I wore from the hospital. My dad explained that since I tended to wet my diapers a little more heavily than expected, it would only be right for me to wear a thicker diaper to handle my daytime wettings. After my snap-on pants were pulled back into place I noticed the extra bulk of diaper causing my pants to be more on the bulk side. My dad told me that I would get use to wearing these diapers over a period of time. “What does he mean, Over a period of time. Does he think I’m going to continue in having daytime and nighttime accidents require diapers longer than I expect?”
After dinner, I was pretty exhausted from today’s activities, so I told my parents that I was going to bed early. They thought it was probably a good idea. I needed my rest to get well again. I entered my new bedroom on the first floor as my dad followed me inside. I was able to take off my shirt and snap pants with little or no ease. As I sat on my bed, wearing only my wet and now messy disposable diaper, my dad said to me, “looks like someone couldn’t quite make it to the bathroom. I see that I have a messy diaper to change as well as a wet one.” I told him that right after dinner I felt the urge to go #2, but before I knew it I couldn’t hold it in anymore and I messed my diaper. He replied, “that’s why I’m wearing diapers, to keep me from wetting and messing my pants.” He pulled off my wet and messy diaper and cleaned me up. As I was lying there on the bed butt naked, my dad went over to the closet and pulled out what appeared to be cloth diapers and plastic pants. He explained that since I was going to have to wear a thicker diaper at night to handle additional hours without a diaper change. My parents thought that to save money I would wear thick cloth diapers and plastic pants to bed. I was mortified that I was going to be diapered like a newborn baby. It was one thing in having to wear disposable diapers during the day, but having to wear regular cloth diapers and plastic pants at night was another. My dad told me that no one would ever learn of my diapered state, unless I told him. My dad placed 3 thick cloth diapers underneath me and pinned them up on each side with 2 large diaper pins. My night diapers were made of Birdseye diaper cloth with a terry cloth soaker panel in the middle of the diaper. My diaper pins were larger than normal, but other than the size, they looked exactly like baby diaper pins. Once my diapers were pinned snuggly on me, my dad produced a large size pair of plastic pants. These plastic pants weren’t the pull-on style, but they were of the snap on style. Since I had trouble putting on pants over my cast my parents purchased these snap on plastic pants to fit easily over my night diapers. These snap on plastic pants also featured a safety flap of extra plastic on the sides, so that if I was to roll over, any wetness in my diapers would still be contained and not leak out on the sides of my plastic pants. After my dad finished diapering me, my mom came into my room and kissed me good night. I was just lying there, clad only in thick cloth diapers and plastic pants. I was a little embarrassed at the thought of wearing cloth diapers and plastic pants and having my mom see me in them, but I guess it wasn’t the first time either. The lights were turned off and my bedroom door was closed. I lay there feeling the comfort of my thick cloth diapers and plastic pants, I actually felt very comfortable wearing these diapers and knew that in the morning my diapers were going to be wet and I would be able to get a good nights rest. For the first time since I wore my first diaper in the hospital, I actually started to enjoy wearing diapers. The feeling of the thick cloth diapers nestled between my legs and the plastic pants that cover it. I hoped that even though I enjoyed being diapered and the extra attention of wearing diapers gave, I wanted to get out of diapers as soon as possible. I did not to be the only 15-year old to return to school wearing diapers.
The next morning I woke up and placed my hand inside my plastic pants only to discover very wet diapers. Within moments, my dad came in and retrieved a disposable diaper from my closet. He threw off my covers and unsnapped my plastic pants. He carefully unpinned my very wet diapers. He grabbed the disposable diaper and placed it underneath me and taped it in place. I sat up and with the help of my dad; I put on a pair of cotton running shorts and a tee shirt. I got my crutches and went into the kitchen for breakfast. As I walked toward the kitchen I noticed the crinkling sound as I walked. I guess this was from the plastic backing from my disposable diaper and I would have to get use to it and even try to cover it up. After breakfast Josh appeared on my doorstop. My mom invited him in and we both went into the living room. As I sat down on the sofa, I could tell that Josh had heard the crinkling sound, but wasn’t sure if he knew what it was or even the fact that I was wearing diapers. He looked at me every time he heard the crinkling and asked me what that noise was. I told him that I didn’t hear anything. Josh asked me if I wanted to go with him to the mall later on that morning. He told me that his mom would drive them and it would be cool if Josh could push me around the mall in a wheelchair. I wanted to go and get out of the house. It had been awhile since I was out in public and needed to see some of my friends again. My mother told Josh that it would be a wonderful idea to get me out of the house. Josh said to me, “Well, go and get dressed and I’ll call my mom to pick us up. We’ll leave from here.” My mother told Josh that why don’t you go home and then you and your mother can pick up Tim. Josh thought it over and said, “OK, I’ll be back within a half hour.” After Josh left I told my mother I was a little apprehensive about going out in public wearing diapers. My mother told me not to worry and no one would ever notice. Both my mom and I went into my room in which I took off my shorts and shirt. I lay down on my bed and my mom un-taped my wet disposable diaper. She went over to my closet and retrieved a thick disposable diaper and a diaper-doubler. She told me that the diaper-doubler would give me added protection and that since I couldn’t change my own diapers and didn’t want anyone else to know about my condition that it was best that I wear a thicker absorbent diaper. My mom helped me put on another pair of those snap on running pants. I wore a printed tee shirt and let it hang out over my pants. I looked myself in the mirror and my mom was right, you couldn’t tell that I was wearing diapers, except for the crinkling sound, but the nylon running pants covered most of the noise up. Josh and his mother came by and picked me up.
Once in the mall I traded my crutches for a wheelchair. Josh carefully helped me into the chair and while he was doing this he gave me a strange look, like he had noticed something. We enjoyed ourselves and spent the entire late morning and afternoon in the mall. We had lunch in the food court and right after lunch Josh said that he had to go to the bathroom. He asked me if I needed to use the facility and needed help getting into the stall to go to the bathroom. I told him that I didn’t need to use the restroom, which of course was the truth. I already had wet my diaper by this time. Since I was wearing an extra thick disposable diaper, I was confident that my diaper would handle the entire afternoon. Josh didn’t comment on that fact that during the entire day, I hadn’t used the restroom and could tell that he was putting two and two together. After our day at the mall ended, his mother pulled up their van to the curbside and Josh helped me get from the wheelchair to the van. He was helping me with one arm and as I got into the van I could feel that my shirt had ridden up but was unsure if my disposable diaper was visible or that if Josh had seen my diapers. I was dropped off at my house, Josh and his mother left. Once in side, my mother asked me to my bedroom, she knew that I needed a diaper change. My diaper was changed and we sat down and ate dinner. Josh called and asked if he could come over and sit outside on this warm summer night. I thought it would be a good idea and told him to come over.
Since it was really warm outside, my mother had me put on a pair of cotton shorts, like the ones I had on in the morning. My diaper was just changed and I didn’t need another change. Josh came over and we both sat outside in the lawn chairs. We talked about how much fun it was to spend the day with me. He was glad to see me enjoy myself, too. Josh had opened up the discussion about my injuries and everything that had happened. Then he said to me,“Tim, can I ask you a personal question?” I said, “sure,”
“Well, this morning when I was over, I had noticed a crinkling sound and then during the entire day I had noticed that you never once did need to use the bathroom. I also noticed that while you sat in the wheelchair, your pants seemed unusually bulky for the type of pants you were wearing. Then while I was helping you out of the wheelchair and into the van, I noticed something that confirmed my suspicions.”
“What are you getting at, Josh?” I quickly interrupted.
“Tim, are you wearing diapers?”
“Yes, Josh I’m wearing diapers, does that make you happy to discover that I have to wear a diaper?” I added.
“I never knew that you had to wear diapers before. Why am I just discovering it now?” Josh asked.
“I was hoping that wearing diapers would be a short-term problem and no one would ever have to know, but I guess I should have told you from the start. Apparently because of the accident, I had bruised my bladder to cause enough damage to lose control over my bladder. The doctors don’t know when I’ll be able to control my bladder or even ever. So until this problem of mine continues, I have to wear diapers to prevent wetting accidents,” I told Josh.
“Do you also have a problem controlling your bowels?” Josh asked.
“No not really, at first yes, but if I sit on the toilet in the morning before a diaper is put on me and in the evening, I can pretty much control my bowels. Once in awhile I have messed my diapers because I couldn’t get to the bathroom in time. Luckily for me, that I’m wearing diapers or otherwise I’d have a huge mess to deal with,” I confessed.
“Why not wear absorbent type underwear like Goodnites or Pull-ups, something like that instead of diapers? Josh asked.
“I don’t know, I was put into disposable diapers at the hospital and that was the only thing my parents put me into after the hospital. I guess I should ask them if I could try wearing something like that. It sure would beat wearing diapers.”
“I can’t believe that because of my actions on the day of the accident, you are now in diapers. I can’t help but feel that this is my entire fault and I won’t blame you if you don’t want to be my friend anymore. What can I do to make this up to you?” Josh told me. I replied to Josh that I don’t blame him for the accident, it was something that just happened and as far as my injuries go, I’ll get better over time. I did ask him that I needed him to be my friend more now that ever as since I’m in diapers, I’m not sure who’ll be my friend now. Josh placed his hand on my leg and told me that he’ll do whatever it takes and it doesn’t matter if I wear diapers or not, he’d always be my friend.
My mom called and told Josh that he had needed go home that it was getting pretty late and that I needed to get to bed. As I got up from the lawn chair, you really could hear the crinkling from my disposable diapers. All Josh said as he padded my diapered rear end, “Tim I’m glad to told me about your diapers and I’m sorry that this had to happen buddy and your secret is safe with me. I won’t tell a soul about you wearing diapers.”
“Thanks, Josh,” I added. Josh left through the side yard and I went inside the house. After getting a quick glass of milk I went into my bedroom and lay down on my bed. My dad pulled off my shorts and took off my wet disposable diaper. He placed some thick cloth diapers underneath me and while he was doing this he said to me, “I’m glad that you told Josh that you have to wear diapers. Now you don’t have to hide it anymore.” He finished pinning my diapers in place and started to snap on my plastic pants in place when I asked him if I could try in wearing those Goodnites or Pull-ups instead of diapers. He responded that he never thought of something like that. He just assumed that diapers were the only item that would contain my wettings. He said that he would go to the store yet tonight and buy some, if they make them in my size, that way I would be able to try them out in the morning. After I was securely placed in my night diapers I fell asleep.
The next morning I was wet as usual and my dad took off my very wet diapers and gave me my bath as they did every morning. My dad pulled out a package of XL Goodnites, which said that it would fit up to 125lbs. He opened the package and told me I should to able to put these on by myself, since they were a pull-on style. He helped me the first time, pulling the disposable underwear over my damaged legs, it was alittle difficult, but overall they fit perfectly. My dad added that the only thing that was at a disadvantage was that when I needed to change these Goodnites, I would have to have off my shoes and pants in order to put a dry one back on. I said that I’d rather do that then have to wear a bulky diaper all day. “I hope they work. You’re a pretty heavy wetter and hopefully they are absorbent enough to handle your daytime accidents,” My dad told me.
“I’m sure they’ll work out,” I added. I like the feeling that these Goodnites were a lot thinner than my disposable diapers, but I did notice that they still made a crinkling sound, not as bad but I still think it noticeable.
After breakfast I needed to entertain myself for the day as Josh had to go to his grandmother’s for the day and my dad went to work and my mom was busy with the housework. As I played Nintendo, I felt that I was wetting myself. As the liquid absorbed into my disposable underpants, I also noticed that they were leaking on the leg opening. I got up quick as possible to avoid the chair from being wet than it already was. I thought to myself that maybe I didn’t have them on correctly which caused them to leak. I took off my wet shorts and pulled apart the wet Goodnite. I pulled another Goodnite on and put on another pair of clean, dry shorts over them. After I changed myself, I noticed all the supplies in my closet when I was pulling out a dry Goodnite. I decided to have a better look. Inside my closet I noticed several cloth diapers, numerous diaper pins and dozens of plastic pants. Some of the plastic pants weren’t like the ones I wore to bed, but some of them were the pull on style and some of them had prints on them. I examined a pair of plastic pants that had the print on them only to discover that they had circus animals on them. I thought that my parents accidentally bought these, but upon further investigation I noticed that these plastic pants were indeed my size. Wearing cloth diapers and plastic pants at night was one thing, but to wear more of a babyish plastic pants over my diapers was another. Also in my closet, was a tee shirt that was longer and had snaps at the bottom. It looked like an Onesies that babies wore over their diapers to conceal their diapered bottom. As I looked at the various types of disposable diapers that were in my closet I noticed the regular ones that were sent with me from the hospital, the thicker disposable diapers and some disposable diapers that were baby blue in coloring. These diapers even had the same prints on the front of the diaper as those plastic pants had. I couldn’t believe my eyes of all the diapers and supplies that were in my closet. I even noticed what appeared to be a pair of thick trainers with a plastic cover. What did my parents think about me, that I was going to have to wear diapers for the rest of my life?!
I returned in playing Nintendo for the rest of the morning. About lunchtime, my mother came into my room and told me that lunch was ready. As she told me, she asked me if I had wet myself. I looked down and noticed that my shorts were wet along with the chair I was sitting in. I didn’t even notice that I had wet myself playing Nintendo. I was so intent in playing my games that I didn’t notice that I wet my pants. She asked me if I was wearing the Goodnites, in which I responded that I was wearing them. “Obviously those Goodnites don’t protect you was well as you have wanted them to. Lets get you changed into something dry before you have your lunch.”
My mother helped me pull down my wet shorts and then the extremely wet Goodnite. She told me to lie down on my bed in which she pulled out a thick disposable diaper, and placed it underneath me and taped them up. She helped me pull on another clean pair of shorts and right then I knew that I wouldn’t be able to wear the Goodnites anymore on the count that I couldn’t rely on their protection and I was going to have to wear regular diapers to keep me dry.
After lunch my mother told me that we were going to the grocery store to pick up some things that they had forgotten on their recent trip. She told me that she wanted me to go along, since she didn’t want to leave me alone. She asked me if I needed another change before going out for the afternoon. I told her that it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to have a clean fresh diaper on. I went into my bedroom and lied down. My mom took off my shorts and un-taped my damp diaper. She got out one of those baby blue diapers with the prints on the front and proceeded to place them on me. As she was doing this, she told me that she wasn’t sure that these diapers would fit me since they were made for older toddlers and young kids, but the package said that it would fit up to a 30” waist. She was surprised to see how well that these diapers fit me. As I pulled my mesh shorts up over the diapers, you could sort of see the disposable diapers that were underneath the mesh shorts. I liked the feel and look of these diapers. They looked like baby disposable diapers, but slightly larger which fitted me perfectly. I was actually going out in public wearing regular diapers and I didn’t care that I was diapered. I put on a Nike T-shirt on and hobbled out to the van with my crutches. I decided to use my crutches once inside the store to keep up with my Mom. As I walked with my crutches, I was bent over slightly and by doing this, my shorts revealed a bit more of the bulkiness of my diapers. Even the crinkling sound of my disposable diaper seemed to have increased due to the fact that of my mesh shorts. We shopped awhile people were staring at me, I guess because of my legs all wrapped up and all, but I was worried that they might have noticed the bulk of my diaper. As we headed toward the checkout lines, we passed the incontinence aisle. There in plain view were some packages of disposable diapers for older children and teenagers. They were called Peaudouce Junior Disposable Diapers. Apparently Peaudouce is equivalent to Proctor and Gamble’s Pampers that are sold here in the states, but generally marketed in Europe. The grocery storeowners were from Europe so I guess that is why these diapers are sold here. The package of these diapers are designed especially for big kids up to age 16 (110 pounds). The diapers inside the package was also that light baby-blue color and every package has a picture of a cute boy of about 12 or 13 on the front, wearing nothing but disposable diapers. My mom picked up a package and put them in the cart. I couldn’t believe that my mom was buying super absorbent disposable diapers for her teenage son, just like a mother would pick up a package of Pampers for her baby. As we waited in line at the checkout, one of my friends saw me and stopped to say hi and to ask how I was doing. As we talked, his eyes traveled toward the package of Junior Diapers in the cart and then he seemed to look at the direction of my shorts. I could have died right then and there. I knew that he knew that I was the youngest child in my family and with a package of Junior Peaudouce Disposable Diapers that it stated it will fit a teenager up to 110 pounds in the cart. I figured that he put two and two together and knew that the diapers were for me, especially the way my mesh shorts bulked out a bit and the slight color of the baby blue diaper underneath my shorts. He didn’t say anything about his discovery and said that he’d see me later. By the time we checked out, my diaper was completely wet. I whispered to my mother about my wet condition, but she informed me that I’d have to wait to have my diaper changed as they was one more stop on our shopping excursion. I asked if I could change into one of the newly purchased Peaudouce diapers in the van, but she told me that there were too many people around for me to have my diaper changed. I’d have to wait until we got home. I really wanted to see what these new diapers would look and feel like on me. Oh well, I guess another hour or so wouldn’t hurt me. My mother was driving and she pulled into a parking lot of a Michael’s Craft Store, where my mother wanted to pick up some things for the up coming fall and Christmas season. As we shopped, I felt myself wetting more. I hoped that my disposable diaper would take on the additional wetness, but was I wrong, slowly a dark wet spot appeared on my mesh shorts and began to trickle down my leg. I was so embarrassed over that one little boy about the age of 8, said in a loud “Look Mommy, that guy over there is wetting his pants.” This little boy’s mother looked at me and left with her child’s hand in tow and exited our area. My mother over hearing this comment she said to me “couldn’t you’ve waited until we got home to have another accident. I guess the diaper you have on is good only for one wetting. Let’s get going and get you home. I had to go to the front of the store in very wet shorts. I sure that most of the people in the store were surprised to see a teenager wet himself and to hear that he was wearing a diaper. As we exited the store, I could tell that some people were looking at my wet shorts and me. I felt so embarrassed walking out of there in a very saturated disposable diaper. In getting in the van, my mother placed a plastic bag on the seat with a towel so that way I wouldn’t get the seat wet. Once we got home, my mother and I carried in the groceries and craft items in which she told me to go to my room for a change. She told me to lie down and she pulled off my shorts over my leg wrappings and un-taped my very wet disposable diaper. She produced a clean dry thick Attends disposable diaper and a diaper-doubler. She informed me that since I was having heavy wetting periods, that I was going to have to wear a thicker, more absorbent diaper to contain my wettings. After a clean pair of shorts was pulled over the bulky mass, I thought to myself that these thicker diapers were going hard to conceal. I sat down at my Nintendo and played a game until dinner was ready.
After dinner my dad helped me with a diaper change and noticed that I was wearing a thicker diaper than I previously wore and asked me why I was wearing them thicker. I explained that I was wetting more heavily and mom thought that I needed a thicker absorbent diaper to handle my accidents. He did agree with my mom, but told me that it might be harder to conceal my diapers if I continued in wearing a thicker diaper. He also told me that I seemed in getting use to wearing diapers and wetting them. Maybe it was time that I try a little harder in controlling my bladder. I told my dad that I would love to have control over my bladder and stop wearing diapers, but I can’t feel when I was going to wet myself, so I’d rather wear them than having to wet myself. He agreed along with me that as long as I didn’t mind wearing diapers then they didn’t have a problem with it, either. After my diaper change my folks and I watched a movie for the rest of the night. Once the movie was over I hobbled over toward my room and started to get ready for bed. I told my parents that I wanted to start in getting ready for bed by myself and they let me try. After I removed my wet disposable diaper, which was the easiest part of changing my diaper, but when I tried in placing my thick cloth diapers underneath me and pinning them in place my dad watched me and said that “maybe you still need a little help.” I said ok. He repositioned my cloth diapers and expertly pinned them in place. He helped me snap on my plastic pants over my thick overnight diapers. I got to admit that I really enjoyed being babied by my parents when it came to having my diapers changed. I fell asleep with in 10 minutes after climbing into bed.
The next morning I woke up with very wet diaper as usual. It hard to believe that within a few weeks I went from wearing underwear (briefs or boxers) to becoming totally dependent on diapers. As I felt my very wet diaper through my oversized plastic pants, I couldn’t help but feel how nice it felt to actually be wearing diapers. I had no idea that wearing diapers could be pleasurable if not darn right sexual. So far the only thing that I did sexual with my diapers was to masturbate. I enjoyed the feeling of wet diapers or even clean dry diapers, but masturbating in them was a turn on for me. I did not discuss this with my parents or even Josh, but I think my parents might know, as they might be able to tell when they change my wet diapers. I got up out of bed and retrieved a disposable diaper from the new package of Peaudouce my mother bought yesterday. They were extremely thick and had padding on the sides. The diapers like I said earlier were a light baby-blue coloring and they even had prints on the front of the diaper, just like baby diapers, but these prints were more geared for older children, such as sailboats, anchors etc. They also had a waistband like found on the Attends, but looking at them they really looked liked over-sized baby diapers. I sat on the edge of my bed, un-snapped my plastic pants and took them off. As I started to un-pin my very wet cloth diaper, my dad walked in on me. As he saw what I was trying to do, he told me that if I needed any help that I was to call him. I continued in changing my diaper, by wiping myself with some Huggies baby wipes and then proceeding in placing the new disposable diaper underneath me. I was having a hard time taping on my disposable diaper with one hand, so I called my dad for help. After my dad finished diapered me, I looked at the mirror and it was amazing that the diapers I had on actually looked liked real disposable baby diapers, nice and thick. I did not want to admit that I actually enjoyed wearing nice thick diapers. I know that I shouldn’t enjoy wearing diapers at 15, even though I need to wear them, but something about being diapered during your teenage years somewhat excited me. I don’t know if it was the budge in my pants, the crinkle of the plastic of my diaper or just the sheer thickness of my diapers between my legs, either it be thick cloth diapers and plastic pants or disposable diapers. I even enjoyed wetting them, even though I had no control over my bladder and didn’t know what I was wetting myself, until I felt the wetness in my diaper. I actually enjoyed having wet diapers on and having my parents change my diapers. Maybe some day I could get Josh to change my diapers. Well, I can dream can’t I?
Part 2 - The Recovery
As I admired the way these new “Peaudouce” disposable diapers looked on me, I started to get dressed when my dad told me that we would be going to church yet this morning. I went over to my closet and picked out a pair of dress slacks and tried to put them over my wrappings, but it was difficult to slip them over my leg, let alone try to wear them over my very thick disposable diaper. My dad sensing that I was having difficulty selecting the proper attire for church, looked in my closet and pulled out a pair of Dockers casual dress slacks that I didn’t know they existed. He explained to me that while shopping for my diaper supplies, they though that I would need some additional clothing to fit over my new thick underwear. They decided to shop at J.C. Penney’s in the mall. They choose this pair because the fabric stretched and would easily pull over my leg. They also picked out the waist size that was about 2” bigger than what I normally wear to accommodate diapers for their teenage son. I sat on the edge of my bed and pulled the slacks over my legs and up and over my Peaudouce disposable diapers. I selected a long sleeve dress shirt and tucked them into my pants. As I was putting on my belt, I noticed that my pants were slightly on the bulky side. This was caused because of the thick diapers I had on underneath. I thought to myself that they weren’t really that noticeable, or at least that’s what I hoped for. I liked having to wear diapers, but then I didn’t want to advertise that I was wearing diapers.
After breakfast my parents and I climbed into the family van, me in tow with my crutches and headed off to church. Once inside St. Paul’s Lutheran church, I meet up with a friend (Jason) whom I saw at the grocery store. He asked his parents if it would be all right if he sat with me. They asked my parents and they said it would be ok. Jason and I sat behind my parents. I was having a slight problem getting into the pews with my leg as they were and with my crutches. Jason helped me with my crutches, which both of us sat down next to each other. I noticed the crinkling sound of disposable diapers, which I assumed was coming from me, Jason seemed to notice as well. During the church service, we had to stand up occasionally from time to time and every time we had to do this, I heard the crinkling of what I thought was my diaper and of course Jason looked at me every time he heard the sound too. I didn’t think he knew that I was actually had diapers on, but I knew that he saw the package of Peaudouce disposable diapers in the shopping cart at the grocery store yesterday. With my shorts bulking out yesterday and now with the crinkling of my disposable diaper underneath my slacks today, I’m sure that he had figured it out. After the service ended Jason helped me with my crutches and was behind me waiting to exit our row of pews, when he placed his hand along my waistline for a brief minute. I could feel that his hand had touched the top plastic of my diaper underneath my shirt. I knew his because you could hear the crinkling as he touched me. He didn’t say anything, but he did give me a strange look. I wondered if he knew that they were diapers because of the slipperiness of the plastic and the obvious crinkling noise. We parted company and my parents and I headed for home.
We stopped on the way home from church to Kentucky Fried Chicken to pick-up Sunday dinner. My mom didn’t feel like cooking today so they decided to treat with an entire prepared dinner. Once we got home, my dad asked me if I needed a diaper change before we ate, but I said, “No, I’m ok”. I said this because I was really hungry and just loved Kentucky Fried Chicken. Although I lied and really could have used a diaper change, I wasn’t willing to wait another minute. I thoroughly enjoyed my dinner and didn’t notice that I had severally wet my diaper beyond soaked, which in turn caused my pants to get wet. As I was getting up from the table my parents noticed my wet slacks and questioned me about them. My dad asked me, “Didn’t I ask you if you needed a diaper change right as we got home, and didn’t you tell me that you didn’t need a change? Then how come you have wet your diaper so bad that they leaked, young man?” I responded that I thought I would be able to go without a change and I was really hungry and wanted to eat. My dad told me that “just because you are hungry don’t mean that you can go without having your diaper change when it needs it. There is no point of you wearing diapers if you are going to soak your diaper beyond the point of over-saturation.” My dad promptly told me to go into my room and get undressed so that my diaper could be changed.
While I was getting undressed, my dad came into my room and pulled out one of my AttendsÔ disposable diapers and started to poke holes in the outer plastic covering of the diaper. I didn’t know what my dad was up to, but this couldn’t be good. After finishing taking off my church clothes, I lay down on my bed so that my dad could change my wet diaper. My dad proceeded to un-tape my soaked diaper, rolled it up and threw it away. He then cleaned me up with some baby wipes and placed the dry disposable diaper underneath me with an added diaper liner inside the disposable. After he taped the diaper up on me I asked him why he poked holes in the diaper, in which he replied, “You’ll see in a minute!” My dad then went over to the closet and pulled out some thick cloth diapers, diaper pins and plastic pants. He came back toward me and told me to lift up my butt, which he placed the thick cloth diapers underneath me and pinned them up over my disposable diaper. I asked him why he was putting two types of diapers on me. He replied that since I have a problem with wetting my pants and not letting them know when I need a diaper change, then for the reminder of the day, I was going to wear these thick diapers to remind me of my wetting accident.
“I’m sure that you won’t leak with the added diapers along with your normal disposable diapers.” He also told me that he is sorry about the accident, which caused me some bladder damage and now needed to wear diapers. He continued in saying that, “I know that it must be hard for someone of your age to start wearing diapers again, but there is no point in having to wear them if you are just going to over-saturate your diaper. You have to remember to change your diaper before it becomes a problem.” He then said to me, “You’ll keep these diapers on, until your bedtime at that point we’ll change you into your night diaper. Since you will be thickly diapered for the rest of the afternoon, what you do for the rest of the day is up to you!”
After he finished telling me this, he pulled a pair of “Soft N’ Silent” pull-on vinyl pants over the thick diapers. He then pulled a pair of Nikeâ cotton shorts over my obviously thick diapers and plastic pants. I stood up which you still could hear the crinkling of the disposable diaper that was underneath the thick cloth diaper and plastic pants that covered it. The noise wasn’t quite as loud as normal, but you still could detect the crinkling sound. My dad then handed me a T-shirt, which when I put it on, I noticed that it was on the short side. He told me that I wasn’t to change clothes until bedtime. After my dad left my bedroom, I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn’t believe that I resembled a toddler instead of the 15-year old I was. To me my diapers were really noticeable and very time I bent or leaned over, my shirt, which was on the short side to begin with, rode up and the top of my plastic pants showed.
I came out of my bedroom and once my mom saw me wearing really thick diapers, she asked my dad why. He told my mom, “since he didn’t care that he had wet himself and didn’t tell us that he needed a change, then he is going to wear a diaper that is thick enough so he won’t wet his pants again.” My mom agreed with my dad that maybe it was best to teach me a lesson, after all she said that they weren’t really that noticeable. “Yah, right mom,” I said. “These diapers are so thick that I can’t put my legs together!” I added.
“Well then maybe the next time you can inform your dad or myself when you’re wet and need a change and not wait until you leak. Remember that your diapers are for your own protection against wet clothing and bedding. It doesn’t do anybody any good if you over-saturate your diapers,” she said. She also told me, “if you weren’t going to ask for a change, then we should start to check your diaper and change your diaper like parents do to baby that can’t talk.” I replied that I didn’t want that and that I would ask for a change when needed.
I decided to play Nintendo in my room for the rest of the day. I enjoyed wearing diapers, but the way I was diapered and dressed it was an advertisement that I wore diapers. I couldn’t let anyone see my thickly diapered state, even Josh. About one hour into my game, the doorbell rang. I didn’t run to the door and answer it like I’d normally do, but decided to stay put. Who could blame me…who would want to see a 15-year old boy in very thick diapers and plastic pants. I didn’t pay much attention to who was at the door but within a minute, my mom told me that I had visitor. I hadn’t even gotten the chance to cover up my shamefully thick shorts, when Jason stepped into my bedroom doorway.
“Hi, Tim. I thought I’d stop by and see what you are up to this afternoon. Hope you don’t mind me stopping by without notice?” Jason asked me.
“No, that’s alright. I was just playing a Nintendo game. Have a seat,” I replied to Jason. As Jason sat down on the floor next to me, I noticed the familiar crinkling sound that I was use to hearing when I sat down or walked. I really didn’t think too much of it, but when Jason moved about, I heard the crinkling sound again. Maybe I was alittle paranoid about Jason finding out about my diapers. I quickly finished the game that I was playing and as I was doing this I felt myself wet. I let out a gusher but luckily for me I had on so much protection that there would no way I could have leaked. I was alittle embarrassed that I had wet myself in front of Jason, but he didn’t seem to notice. I wondered if Jason was just being nice and not saying anything about my shorts being so bulky. But when you think about it, how could you not notice the bulk in my shorts, the crinkling of the disposable diaper underneath my thick cloth diapers or even my plastic pants that would stick out if I weren’t careful. Jason didn’t say anything to me yet but did look at my shorts once in awhile.
After I finished my game, I asked Jason if he wanted to play a game with me. He told me that he would love to. I set the controls for two people and both of us started to play Nintendo on the floor in my bedroom. I was getting really comfortable around Jason, after all he never mentioned about my diapers. I guess he probably didn’t even think that a 15-year old would be diapered. As the game continued, Jason moved around when it was his turn. I could swear that every time Jason moved about, I heard the crinkling sound, like it was coming from Jason himself. Could it be that Jason wore diapers, too? Nah, he couldn’t be. I never yet meet anyone my age that still wore diapers. I knew that my plastic pants were showing from the leg openings from my shorts, but Jason did seem to look directly at them, but he didn’t say a word. There I go again, being paranoid about the whole diaper thing. He probably doesn’t have a clue that I’m wearing diapers.
While our game continued, I score big time points and Jason in retaliation, push me over on the floor. My shirt rode up, exposing my plastic pants and bits of my cloth diapers and even a bit of my disposable diaper sticking out from the cloth diaper to Jason. As I bent forward to correct myself, Jason tugged at my plastic pants and said to me ,“Nice underwear, Tim!” I didn’t know what to say and before I could say anything…Jason said to me, “You don’t have to worry about anything Tim. Your secret is safe with me. I know that you wear diapers, but why?”
I explained to him that it started several weeks ago when I was in that car accident with Josh. Apparently my bladder was damaged and now I have to wear diapers all the time to help me from wetting my pants. Jason said to me, “but at church this morning, you weren’t wearing them this thick?”
I explained that after church I didn’t ask for a change and ended up wetting myself, “so my dad made me wear these really thick diapers for the entire day. I guess he wanted to make sure I didn’t leak again and teach me a lesson that I need to have my diaper changed when it needs it.” I also told him that I was alittle embarrassed in seeing him, especially when I was wearing a thick disposable diaper, another thick cloth diaper and then plastic pants underneath my shorts. Jason just replied, “Well, the way you’re thickly diapered, I don’t think that you have to worry about wetting your pants and I’m sure that your diapers can handle all the wettings until bedtime.”
“So you don’t mind that I have to wear diapers, Jason?” I asked him.
“Not at all, Tim. I kinda figured that you wore diapers when I saw you and your mom at the grocery store the other day. I noticed the package of those junior disposable diapers in your shopping cart; you know the ultra thick kind. I even noticed that you might even be wearing them at the store because your mesh shorts kinda showed them. Then this morning at church, I heard that familiar crinkling sound when you moved about, especially when you sat down. That’s when I knew that you were wearing diapers, but I didn’t know why you were wearing them. I had to come over this afternoon to see if you were actually wearing them.”
“Jason, how do you know that the diapers in our shopping cart yesterday were the ultra thick kind, and what do you mean a familiar crinkling sound?” I asked.
“Well, umm, well I guess, I mean, umm, it said so on the package,” as Jason stumbled to talk. “I also have a brother who is in diapers and he always crinkles when he moves about, like you.” Jason added. I thought about it a minute or so and then decided that he could be right.
“Hey, why don’t you sleep over this Friday night. Since you now know that I wear diapers, it won’t be a big deal. We could have lots of fun,” I asked Jason. I could tell that Jason was taken back by my offer to spend the night over at my house and he did squirm alittle and as he did, I noticed once again the crinkling sound.
“I don’t know, I’m not sure if my mom will allow me to sleep over at someone else’s house,” Jason told me.
“Then if you can’t sleep over at my house maybe I can sleep over at your house some night” I asked.
“I’m not sure if that would work out, either,” Jason replied.
“Ok, something is not right here, Jason. First you come over here to see if I’m wearing diapers and then when I ask you to sleep over at my house, you turn me down. Is it because I have to wear diapers or something else? Another thing, you say you can hear the crinkling of my disposable diaper underneath my pants, but I could swear that when you move about I could hear the same crinkling sound. Is there something your not telling me Jason!” I asked of him.
“Tim, I have something to confess to you. I was alittle more interested in finding out if you wore diapers than a normal teen would be, Gosh this is hard to tell you,” Jason stammered again.
“Look Jason, you can tell me anything. I mean, you know that I wear diapers, so what’s the big deal?” I replied back.
“Well, you know that I said that I noticed a familiar crinkling sound of your diaper, well how can I say this right. I might as well show you instead!” Jason quietly said. With very little warning, Jason unbuckled his jeans and tugged them down just enough for me to get a good look at what he was wearing. My suspicions where right…Jason was not wearing regular underwear as any normal 15-year old should be wearing but what Jason had on was a disposable diaper. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Here Jason is, the same age as I and he is wearing the same Junior Peaudouce disposable diapers that I was wearing. Even like myself, Jason’s diaper seemed to be wet as well.
“Why are you wearing diapers, Jason?” I asked him.
“I’ve been a bedwetter all my life and have been wearing diapers at night to control my bedwetting, but recently within a few months or so, I started in having daytime accidents. My parents decided that if I was going to wet my pants, too, then I was going to have to start to wear daytime diapers. I haven’t worn them to school yet and hopefully I won’t have to. My parents generally make me wear them after school or on weekends. I guess this is their punishment for my daytime accidents,” Jason told me.
“Why have you been wetting yourself during the daytime. Is they’re something physically wrong?” I asked.
“No, I really don’t need daytime diapers, but those daytime accidents happened in part that I was too lazy to go to the bathroom when I needed too,” Jason replied. “Although I do have to admit, these Junior Disposable Diapers are really soft and more comfortable than I thought they’d be. I really don’t miss wearing regular underwear!” Jason confided in me.
“Do you like wearing diapers too, Tim?” Jason asked me.
“Well, not at first. I hated the fact that I had to wear diapers again. I mean, I’m fifteen. Fifteen year-olds don’t wear diapers. We should be wearing boxer shorts or regular briefs, not diapers. I was never a bedwetter like you, but since the accident and returning in wearing diapers all the time; I’m getting used to wearing them. Of course, now that I have to wear them, they are actually very comfortable and soft like you said,” I replied.
“These Peaudouce junior diapers are really comfortable, although the AttendsÔ disposable diapers fit better and are abit more thicker. Do you ever wear cloth diapers and plastic pants, Jason?” I asked.
“No, my parents always have put me in disposable diapers at night. It makes it easier for me to change myself and this way they don’t have to deal with washing any diapers!” Jason replied. “Do you wear cloth diapers and plastic pants, Tim?” Jason asked me.
“Yes, my parents bought me several dozen cloth diapers and several pairs of plastic pants. They thought that it would save them money if I wore cloth diapers at night instead of a disposable diaper,” I told him.
“Gosh, what is it like wearing thick cloth diapers and plastic pants?” Jason asked.
“It’s not all that bad. At first I thought myself as a baby when they diapered me that first night in cloth diapers and plastic pants, but then I realized that this was only for the night time and no one would ever see them, except for today. The only problem with cloth diapers is that when they are wet, you actually know that you are wet, unlike wearing a disposable diaper, the wetness passes through the diaper leaving you nice and dry. Sometimes it sorta nice being in nice comfy thick cloth diapers and a nice pair of super soft plastic pants. It makes you feel all comfortable and secure,” I told him.
We talked alittle more about being fifteen and still wearing diapers. We discussed about the fact that I might have to return to school wearing diapers and I told him that I was hoping that my bladder would heal by then and I would no longer have the need for diapers. Jason told me that he’d better get heading home, especially when Jason told me that he had wet his diaper again and needed a change. I offered Jason one of my disposable diapers to change in to, but he told me that he felt alittle uncomfortable about changing in someone else’s house. We did talk about staying over at each other’s house some night and he agreed that since the both of us knew about each other’s diapers that it probably would be ok to do so. Jason also thanked me for being open about his diapers and sharing my feelings about myself wearing them. Jason left my house and I was thrilled that I wasn’t the only 15 year-old still in diapers, or at least most of the time. Maybe wearing diapers wasn’t going to be that bad after all. I also was thrilled at the prospect of both Jason and I sleeping over some night. We would be sleeping in the same room wearing the same nightwear, which of course was DIAPERS.
My mom came into my room and told me that dinner was almost ready and I was to wash up. I asked her if I could get out of these thick diapers as they were getting abit uncomfortable, but she replied that I was being punished for wetting myself and I would have to stay thickly diapered until bedtime. Well at least I wouldn’t have to worry about leaking but what I wasn’t prepared for was what was to happen after dinner. My parents and I enjoyed the dinner my mom prepared and we talked about several topics, but the only topic that wasn’t discussed was that I was thickly diapered for abusing my say when I needed a diaper change earlier in the day. After dinner, I had the urge to poop, and I knew that I was to be kept in these very thick diapers until bedtime. I didn’t know what to do. I thought about taking off my diapers and using the toilet to release my bowels, but I wasn’t sure what my parents would do if the found out that I used the toilet. It was bad enough wearing these really thick diapers for wetting myself, but could you imagine what they would do to me for not using my diapers for that they were intended for. The urge was getting so bad, that finally about ½ hour later I messed in my diaper. I could feel the warm sticky mass spreading around inside my diaper. Thank-God that I was double diapered, as if I wasn’t, I’m sure that it would have leaked out of my disposable diaper. I decided to play another Nintendo game and as I sat down, I could feel the thick mass spread even more around my buttocks and groin. I was feeling very uncomfortable by this time. About 2 hours later my mom came into my room and told me that it was time that I get ready for bedtime. I was told to lie down on my bed so she could change my diaper. She pulled off my shirt, shorts and socks, exposing my thickly diapered state. She knew that I was wet, but never realized what she would find after pulling off my plastic pants. After my plastic pants were removed, a smell permeated the room. She then said to me, “My God, either you’re extremely wet or that you messed in your diapers as well.”
After un-pinning my cloth diapers, she noticed that I had messed my diaper and it was leaking onto the cloth diaper as well. “You’re a mess, I guess this is my fault. If you were allowed to use the bathroom, you wouldn’t have messed in your diapers. I’m sorry that you were kept in these really thick diapers all day and that you had to mess in them, too. I bet that you couldn’t have been really comfortable. I know that you need diapers to control your bladder, but you shouldn’t have to worry about messing in them too. Can you forgive us, Tim?” she said.
As she was cleaning me up, I told her that it was ok. “It was my fault for wetting my pants like I did after church and not telling you that I needed a diaper change.”
Wearing these really thick diapers really wasn’t all that bad. They were actually comfortable and not once did I have to worry about wetting my pants or having my diaper change, except when I messed in them. I really didn’t like that feeling of a messy diaper. My mom asked me if Jason discovered that I was wearing diapers. I told her that it was obvious that I was wearing diapers and that Jason had noticed my plastic pants sticking out from my shorts, but I also told her that Jason figured it out at church, when he heard the crinkling inside my pants. I also told her that he saw the package of the Junior Peaudouce disposable diapers in the shopping car the other day and that he had put two and two together.
Once she cleaned me up, she placed a clean cloth diaper underneath my butt and sprinkled some baby powder on my nice dry diapers and me. She then pinned the diapers up in place and pair of super soft plastic pants was pulled up in place. After I was diapered for the night, she then un-wrapped my leg and cleaned that up as well. As she was doing this, she asked me how Jason handled the fact that I was wearing diapers again. I told her that he didn’t care in the least bit, but I also didn’t tell her that Jason was a bedwetter and wore night diapers and even wore them during the daytime. I figured that I would have too, sometime, but not now.
Once my leg was cleaned and re-wrapped, she kissed me goodnight and turned out the lights and shut my bedroom door. I was lying there wearing nothing but thick cloth diapers and plastic pants. I couldn’t help but wonder what the next few days or weeks would bring. Here I am fifteen and wearing diapers. I have a best friend (Josh) who knows about my diapers and couldn’t care less that I wear diapers and a new friend (Jason) who I just discovered was wearing diapers just like me. It couldn’t get any better that this, or could it?
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