Better Days

	My name is Jason. This story takes place when I was 10 years old. 
I had been attracted to diapers for my whole life.. My story begins the 
day I found a coupon for free "Goodnites" in the Sunday paper. I cut it 
out without my Mom seeing me. I looked at it for a long time before I 
got the nerve to fill out the form. Then I smuggled it to the post 
office. I was on edge every day after that for fear they would come and 
my Mom would find out. I was going to make up a story if that happened, 
that someone must have filled out my name for a joke. I was in luck, 
though. It was summer, and my Mom and Dad worked during the day so I 
was by myself, except for my older brother Steve. He was a teen-ager, 
and spent a lot of time playing video games, so I had plenty of time on 
my own. I picked up the mail every day. It took about two weeks. I was 
so excited when they arrived that I could have peed in my pants right 
there! I snuck up to my room and opened the package. There were only 
two of them, but I was ecstatic. I pulled off my pants and put one on. 
I just stood there noticing how good it felt on me. I got hard and I 
began to rub myself through the diaper. Then I let myself get soft 
again and tried to pee in the diaper. Nothing would come out. I tried 
to relax and then I pretended I was going to pee in the toilet. Then I 
started to wet. It felt so good! I put my pants on over my diaper and 
went outside. One of my neighbors was out working on his yard.
 "Hi Jason," He said. "How's it going?"
	"Great, Mr. J.," I responded.
	"Keep out of trouble, now," He said.
	"OK," I said. "Nice talking to you."
	I had managed a couple of good squirts into my diaper while I was 
talking to Mr. J. I wondered if I might have looked guilty. I went out 
in my backyard and played with my soccer ball and wet myself some more. 
The front of the diaper was getting swollen, and my penis was swelling 
from excitement. Finally I had to go inside and relieve the tension. I 
rubbed myself through the diaper until I felt release.
	I realized that two diapers were not going to do it. I wanted to 
be able to wear them all the time. But how could I do it? I decided to 
start wetting my bed.
	That night, before bedtime, I drank two glasses of water. Then I 
did not pee before I got into bed. I was hoping that I would 
accidentally wet my bed, but it didn't happen. I woke up in the middle 
of the night and needed to pee. I decided to do it in my bed. I turned 
over and put my thumb in my mouth. I relaxed and let myself pee in my 
bed. It was warm at first and felt really neat. I kind of dreaded the 
scene in the morning.
	"Wake up Jason," my Mom said. "It's time for breakfast."
	"Ooh, Good morning, Mom. Uh, Oh, My bed is all wet!!!" I 
exclaimed.
	"Oh no," my mother said. "What made that happen?"
	"I don't know, Mom. I'm really sorry. I will clean it up."
	So it started. I didn't wet my bed every night, but 3 or 4 times 
a week was enough to get my Mom to take me to the doctor. He found 
nothing wrong, of course. He suggested, that she get me some 
"Goodnites" to use until the problem went away. I was not going to try 
to push my luck for a while by trying to convince her that I needed 
them during the day, too. I just used them at night on alternate nights 
and saved one for the daytime every other day. The only trouble was, 
after a couple of months I found myself always waking up wet! I had 
become a real bedwetter!
	One day at school, I forgot to use the rest room after lunch. 
When my class was only half over, I needed to pee really badly. I 
raised my hand and asked if I could go to the rest room.
	"Did you go at lunchtime?", the teacher asked.
	"I forgot," I said.
	"Well, you will just have to wait until after class," the teacher 
said.
	I sat in my chair needing to pee, and thinking about my diapers 
and how good it felt to pee in them and picturing the pee running down 
my balls. Then I realized that I really was peeing and the pee really 
was running down not just my balls, but also my pant legs and then onto 
the floor! I heard giggling behind me. Some of the other kids had seen 
what I had done.
	"What are you all giggling about?" the teacher asked.
	"Jason wet his pants!" One boy said.
	"Jason, go to the nurse! How could a big boy like you do that? 
You need to take responsibility for going to the rest room at the 
proper time from now on!" The teacher said.
	I went to the nurse and she called my mother and explained what 
had happened. My Mom came to get me and she was mad.
	"First you need diapers at night and now you apparently need them 
during the day. We know there is nothing physically wrong with you so 
why is this happening?"
	"I don't know Mom. I'm sorry," I said.
	That night my Mom did not feel like cooking so we all went out to 
a fast food place. My parents and brother had hamburgers, but I ordered 
chicken strips. After I ate them I felt a little bit queasy, but 
nothing too serious. The next morning my stomach was churning. I was 
not nauseous but there was a lot going on in my intestines. I tried to 
have a bowel movement, but nothing would come out.
	By the time I got to school I was beginning to get cramps. I 
thought about asking to go to the nurse, but I didn't have a fever and 
I was afraid everybody would think I was faking to get out of a test we 
were having that day. The teacher handed out the test papers and I 
started working on mine. Then, suddenly I had a spasm and let out a 
very wet fart. It was not noisy so I hoped no one would notice. My 
pants were messy but I hoped that I could clean up after class and get 
away with it. Then it happened again, but this time it was worse. I 
could feel the poop seeping through my pants and running down my legs.
	"Phew!" said a classmate nearby. "What is that smell?"
	Then he saw the poop running down my pants. Then the teacher came 
back to see what was going on.
	"Jason, go to the nurse -------again!" He said.
	My mom came to get me and I tried to explain that I couldn't help 
it.
	"If you knew that you had diarrhea, you should have said 
something and not gone to school. You have been very irresponsible, 
young man."
	"I'm sorry, Mom," I said.
	"Yes, I agree. You are sorry. Until further notice, you will wear 
diapers all the time. You will wear them day and night, at school and 
at home. You will not be allowed to use the toilet at all, no matter 
whether you are peeing or doing the other. We are going to put you in 
cloth diapers and baby pants when you are at home and you can use the 
"Goodnites" at school. We will do this until you decide that you want 
to be a big boy and stop wetting your bed and peeing and pooping in 
your pants."
	Wow! I felt a little bad at making my Mom mad at me, but good at 
the same time. Now I could be a full time diaper boy. I knew that the 
other kids would make fun of me, but I didn't care. I tried to pretend 
to my Mom that I was ashamed of myself, but inside I was looking 
forward to my "punishment."
	When I got home, my Mom told me to take a shower and put on a 
Goodnite. Then she gave me some diarrhea medicine and told me to get 
dressed because we had some shopping to do. We went to a kind of 
medical supply store that had both cloth and disposable diapers in all 
sizes. My Mom picked out some thick cloth diapers and some baby pants 
and also some diaper doublers for the Goodnites.
	"We are going to be using your allowance to pay for these for a 
while, Jason. That will help you learn to be more responsible."
	By the time we got home, I had already messed in the Goodnite, 
but the medicine was beginning to work. My Mom told me to go upstairs 
to my bedroom and wait for her.
	When she came in, she had the diapers and some baby powder, as 
well as a changing pad. She made me lie on the changing pad while she 
undressed me and took off my soiled diaper.
	"Looks like I have a messy baby to change," She said. Then she 
cleaned me up with a wet cloth. She sprinkled a liberal amount of the 
aromatic baby powder on me. I confess. I got very hard. She put two of 
the thick diapers under my butt and pinned them on. Then she pulled the 
plastic baby pants on me. I didn't think that I would be able to walk 
because the diapers were so thick, but they sure felt neat!
	I put on a pair of sweat pants because that is all I could fit 
into, and went downstairs. My legs didn't come together far enough so I 
had a bit of a waddle. My mother burst out laughing when she saw me 
walk, even though she tried to stifle it.
	That made me feel better really because it meant she was not that 
mad at me.
	My Dad came home later and I heard my Mom talking to him about my 
diapers.
	"I just think that if he has to wear diapers all the time like a 
baby he will grow out of needing them at night and having accidents 
during the day."
	I couldn't hear what my Dad replied, but I heard him kind of 
chuckle. I wondered what he thought.
	At dinner, my Dad said, "So, you're back in diapers full time 
again?"
	I blushed and didn't say anything. After my Mom left the room he 
said, "Don't worry about it. It will all work out. I am not mad at 
you."
	"Thanks, Dad," I said.
	I had wet the new diaper a bit, but hadn't pooped in it. After 
dinner the diarrhea came back a little and I really wanted to use the 
toilet. I wasn't used to deliberately pooping in my pants. I liked 
wetting but I wasn't sure about pooping. However, the fact was, I had 
been forbidden from using the toilet. I let it happen. I was still 
loose and it just finally pushed itself out. It felt different, but I 
have to admit that I kind of liked it.
	I went and did my homework and then I was allowed to watch some 
TV. My Dad came in and said, "Smells like someone needs a change!"
	He went and told my Mom, but she said, "I don't want to change 
him twice tonight. If he isn't leaking, he can wait until bedtime."
	My father returned with a can of air freshener. "You're out of 
luck until bedtime, sport," he said.
	So I just watched TV and enjoyed my new feelings about poopiness.
	My Mom changed me before I went to bed. I liked the new cloth 
diapers. I don't remember wetting them that night but they were nicely 
soaked in the morning and didn't leak a drop. In the morning she 
changed me out of the sodden cloth diaper and got out a Goodnite.
	"Aw, Mom, I can put that on," I said.
	"I know, but you will let me do it today so you get a good sense 
of how a baby feels. Anyway, I want to put a few diaper doublers inside 
so you don't leak. I don't want to have to pick you up again today. You 
will go to the nurse for a change at lunchtime." She said.
	So she powdered me liberally again and slid the fortified 
Goodnite on me.
	I was both excited and anxious about going to school in a diaper. 
I made my mind up to just own up to it and not act ashamed or 
embarrassed. I arrived at school and sat down at my desk as usual. I 
tried to pee in my diaper after I sat down but nothing would come out. 
I kept trying with the same result for over an hour. After two hours I 
really had to go, but I couldn't do it. Peeing at home was one thing, 
but I was somehow blocked from doing it in public. After another 30 
minutes, it was starting to hurt. Then the teacher announced, "We are 
going to do something a little different today, class. I want everybody 
to think of his or her favorite jokes and then I want you to share them 
with the class."
	He started at the back of the room and one by one each student 
shared his favorite joke. Soon we were all laughing uproariously! Then 
without even meaning to, I started peeing. It was coming out so fast 
that I was afraid I would overflow the diaper. There I was in class and 
feeling the nice warm pee running down my balls and I wasn't even going 
to get in trouble for it! The diaper held it all. I reached down 
surreptitiously and felt the front of my pants. The diaper was really 
puffed up, but my pants were dry.
	Gym class was next. I had made up my mind not to try to hide. I 
couldn't anyway. I stripped off my pants to expose my diaper.
	"Jason, you're wearing a diaper!" said Pete, one of my friends.
The others turned to look.
	"Yep, my Mom is making me wear them all the time now," I said.
	"Wow! Is that just because you wet your pants on Monday and 
pooped in them yesterday?" He asked.
	"Well, I wet my bed, too," I admitted, "so she is making me wear 
the diapers and I'm not allowed to use the toilet at all."
	"Awesome! It looks pretty wet, too!" He said.
	Then I stood up and did a little dance and snapped the 
"waistband" of my diaper, as I had seen some athletes do in underwear 
commercials.
	Everybody laughed. Whatever they were thinking, the fact that I 
did not seem ashamed or embarrassed would cramp their teasing style.
After about a month, I heard my Mom talking to my father.
	"I thought by this time Jason would be begging to get out of 
diapers, but he seems to be enjoying them. What have I done?"
	"I told you, dear, that you just don't understand boys! If you 
want him out of diapers, you will just have to take them away from him, 
but don't be surprised if he keeps having lots of "accidents" to try to 
get back in them!"
	"Were you that way when you were a boy?" my mother asked him.
	"I'll never tell," my father replied.

The End