Summary: When Danny's parents decide to take a long vacation and send 
him off to Scout camp for the whole summer, he gets into a conflict 
with the counselors and has an experience that will change his life 
forever. [This story kinda 'got away' from me at the end but the 
beginning is okay.]

Danny At Scout Camp
By [email protected]

It was bad enough when my parents made me go to Boy Scout Camp for a 
week last year, but when they broke the news to me that I'd be going 
for the whole summer this year I almost burst into tears. First, I'm 
not really "into" Boy Scouts but my folks think that it will build 
character so I don't have much choice. Secondly, maybe the other kids 
like to get chewed up by insects, and go on long hikes, and take cold 
showers outdoors, but I'll take the comfort of my bedroom and my Xbox, 
thank you. But you know parents and my arguments didn't buy me much. I 
even tried to bargain the whole summer at camp down to just a couple of 
weeks, but no luck there either � turns out my parents 25th wedding 
anniversary is this summer and they're taking a two month cruise to 
celebrate. So as I finished my sophomore year of high school, I sadly 
accepted the fact that it was Scout camp for me this summer.

So anyway, I packed up my gear when it was time and my folks drove me 
up to the camp. When I had gone before I had been with the other guys 
in my Troop but my Troop wasn't going to stay but for two weeks so I 
was assigned to a tent with nine other boys who were staying the whole 
summer. It wasn't too bad, actually. There was a wooden platform about 
20' by 30' and a big tent over it. There were five double deck bunks on 
the platform and room for out footlockers and some chairs. Outside was 
a big picnic table and benches. I was glad to see that they had 
improved the camp over the winter. Last summer the "facilities" 
consisted of outhouses out in the woods. As I remembered them they were 
pretty gross and smelly so I was glad to see that they had modernized 
them with running water and flush toilets. While we were being given a 
tour of the camp, I did notice that the latrine by the archery range, 
which was about a half mile from the main camp, had not been improved. 
By that time I had to take a leak so I went inside and it was just as 
bad, or worse than I had remembered. The latrine was about 5' deep and 
10' or 12' wide. Running along the back wall was a bench with five 
holes in it and a toilet seat over each hole. You stepped up to a hole 
and either raised the seat and peed or sat on the seat to take a dump. 
After I was done I happened to look down into the holding pit beneath 
the bench and saw the layer of waste, maybe six feet or so below the 
hole. "Waste" doesn't give you an idea of how disgusting it looked � 
like shit and turds and toilet paper and pools of piss and who knows 
what else. Gross!

Jesus! I had forgotten how much I hate Junior Counselors. The senior 
counselors are OK � like most of them are college students and I think 
they get paid, but the junior counselors (or "JCs") are kids about our 
age, some even younger than us, who have been coming to camp for a 
number of years and are in training to be senior counselors. The 
problem with most of the JCs is that they think they're really 
important when in fact most of them are real assholes. On the first day 
of camp one of them came up to me and yelled: "Scout, carry this gear 
up to my tent for me." "Fuck you, asshole!" I yelled back. Well, he got 
mad and shoved me, so I punched him in the gut and he fell down and at 
looked like he was going to cry. After that the JCs left me alone, or 
if they wanted to hassle me, there were at least two or three of them 
together.

Even though they're modernized most of the outhouses with running water 
and flush toilets that only takes care of the smell part, not the 
convenience problem. The outhouses are located several hundred feet 
away from the tent areas � on trails that lead back into the woods. 
That was probably a good location when they were pretty smelly, and 
it's not all that bad during the daytime. But when you wake up in the 
middle of the night and have to take a leak, and you have to get out of 
your bunk with your flashlight and hike a hundred feet back into the 
woods to get to the outhouse, it's no fun. And if it's cold that night, 
or especially if it's raining, the hike is a lot worse. Now I'm fifteen 
years old but even I find myself looking into the darkness along the 
trail and wondering what might be lurking out there. For the younger 
kids it's even worse and most of them don't even make the hike � they 
just step outside their tent and take a leak. So you can always tell 
what tent areas were assigned to the younger campers - by the end of 
the summer they all smell like piss. Want to find the younger kids? 
Follow your nose!

Last year wasn't so bad at camp because I was only there for two weeks 
but this year it was for ALL SUMMER and after the first couple of weeks 
I got pretty homesick. I missed my parents, I missed my house, I missed 
my friends. And since my folks were on the stupid cruise I couldn't 
even call home to talk to them. I think maybe that was why I wet my 
bunk. I remember having a dream about taking a bath in warm water and I 
awakened from the dream in the middle of the night to find myself nice 
and warm, but also very WET! I didn't remember doing it but I realized 
that I had WET THE BED (or, sleeping bag, actually)! I couldn't think 
of anything to do at that point so I lay in my wet sleeping bag for the 
rest of the night and morning found me very wet � and very cold � and 
very EMBARASSED!! I didn't say anything to the other guys in the tent, 
but rolled out of my sleeping bag, shucked off my wet underwear and put 
on dry clothes. When we went down to the mess hall for breakfast, I 
left my sleeping bag open so that it would dry out. I hoped that was 
the end of it but two nights later I did it again, and then again on 
the following night. I hadn't wet my bed since I couldn't remember when 
and now I had just done it three times in four nights. But after that I 
stayed dry at night for several days so I figured I was OK.

Weird shit happens at Scout camp. This morning the JCs took a group of 
about 40 of us on an "orientation hike." It was more like a ten-mile 
forced march through a swamp and I think they did it for fun. When we 
got back to camp they told us to go to our bunks, pick up our soap and 
a towel and to meet at the showers. The showers, if you didn't know, 
are just a big fenced in area, about 30' by 30' with shower heads 
around the inside of the fence. Anyway, the JCs told us that we might 
have picked up some ticks in the swamp, or brushed up against poison 
ivy so we had to shower. So there we are, about forty naked boys packed 
into this shower area and getting all soaped up. "OK", one of the JCs 
yelled, "Now turn to your left and wash the back of the boy next to 
you. And while you're doing it, check it back and head for ticks." So 
now it's beginning to feel really weird as we're rubbing each others 
soapy bodies and looking for ticks. After a minute or so I felt 
something kind of poking me in the rear and I turned around and saw 
that the boy behind me had this erection that was poking me. He saw me 
looking at him and turned bright red and backed away from me a little. 
But then I looked around and saw that almost every guy in the shower 
had a hard-on and realized that I did, too. Weird.

It was about a week after the last time that I wet the bed when I woke 
up with the now familiar cold and wet feeling and thought: "Aw crap, I 
did it again." The problem now was that even though I tried to dry my 
sleeping bag out during the day, it was beginning to get kinda smelly 
and I was afraid that someone would notice. And I was now peeing my 
sleeping bag almost every night. I tried not drinking liquids before I 
went to bed, and waking up in the middle of the night to sneak out into 
the woods and take a leak, but nothing seemed to help. By now my 
sleeping bag smelled pretty bad and there was this odor of urine that 
hung around our tent. But when the JCs inspected our tent that weekend 
guess what they found? Not only I but four of the other kids in the 
tent had been wetting their beds too. The JCs loved this. They made us 
take our sleeping bags to the laundry and wash them and then hang them 
out into the sun to dry so the whole camp could see. I was super 
embarrassed but at least I had some company. The JCs started referring 
to us as the "baby tent" and began poking fun at us all the time. I 
caught one of them out in the woods alone and got in a couple of good 
punches but it didn't stop their harassment.

After a week or so of this, the camp director realized what was going 
on and ordered the JCs to leave us along. But on one condition � the 
bed wetters had to wear diapers at night to keep our beds dry! Aw man! 
I'm almost sixteen years old and I have to wear diapers at night? My 
problem was that the only option he gave me was to either wear diapers 
at night or get sent home. And since my folks weren't home the second 
choice was off the table. So I reluctantly agreed to put on diapers at 
night. So that afternoon I went over to the nurse's office and she 
weighed me and measured my waist and then selected a bag of diapers 
that would fit me properly. She had a pretty good stock of diapers so I 
guess she's seen kids with the same problem a lot at the camp. She 
asked me if she needed to show me how to put them on and I blushed and 
said that I thought I could figure it out by myself. No way was I going 
to let some strange woman put a diaper on me.

So I got the bag of diapers back to my tent and hid it at the bottom of 
my footlocker. Even though I knew that three other boys in the tent 
would be wearing diapers that night (one of the bed wetters went home), 
I was still very embarrassed about what I was going to have to do at 
night, so when no one was looking I took one of the diapers and stuffed 
it into the bottom of my sleeping bag. As I was doing this I looked at 
it a little and it just looked like kind of a plain "industrial" diaper 
� no brand name on it, about an inch thick padding and a plastic outer 
layer with two adhesive strips on the sides to keep it closed. After 
taps that night, when I was laying in my sleeping bag, I waited till 
the other boys were asleep and then I reached down and unfolded the 
diaper to its hourglass shape. I squirmed around till I had it centered 
under me and then reached down, pulled the front flap up over my 
crotch, and fastened it with the adhesive strips. It felt really 
strange on my body � kind of like I had pulled on about ten pairs of 
Jockey briefs at the same time, but after awhile I got more used to its 
feel and drifted off to sleep.

For the first time in a week or so I slept through the night. But when 
I awakened in the morning I found that I had peed in my diaper sometime 
during the night. It was very wet and soggy but at least it wasn't as 
cold as a wet sleeping bag, and my sleeping bag was dry for the first 
morning in several weeks. I reached down and pulled off the adhesive 
tapes, being careful not to make any noise, and then removed the diaper 
and pulled on a pair of clean and dry Jockey briefs that I had hidden 
in my sleeping bag the night before. As the other boys were getting out 
of their sleeping bags, I nonchalantly jumped out of mine as if nothing 
had happened, got dressed, and went to the mess hall for breakfast. As 
the weeks passed, I became more used to wearing a diaper to bed and 
became less self conscious about putting it on in the evening, and 
disposing of the wet diaper in the morning. Eventually I got to the 
point where I would stand by my bunk, strip off my clothes, reach into 
my footlocker and take out a diaper, and then put it on and adjust it 
before climbing into my sleeping bag. In the morning I'd climb out of 
my bunk and stand there for a second before removing the diaper, which 
was now sagging badly with its load of pee, and get dressed. The other 
three boys in the tent that were now "diapered" were doing the same 
thing. It's not like we were showing off or anything, just that we had 
come to accept wearing diapers to bed as part of the normal camp 
routine.

Knowing that I wouldn't wake up to a wet and smelly sleeping bag made a 
big difference on my outlook toward the camp. I kinda got in to the 
swing of camp activities and ended up enjoying myself. As July turned 
into August, I realized that I wasn't looking forward to the end of 
camp any more. Well, it wasn't only that I was enjoying camp now, but I 
was wondering what would happen if my parents found out that their 
fifteen year old son had been wearing diapers or, worse, if I continued 
to wet the bed when I went home. I think it might have been because I 
was enjoying camp now, or it might have been because wearing the 
diapers gave me a feeling of security that I stopped wetting the bed 
every night. In fact, toward the end of August I had gone for several 
weeks without peeing in my diaper. I still wore them but I didn't 
really need them. And this is funny, but I kinda liked the way they 
felt on my body now. Whatever.

It was during the last week of camp that a couple of the JCs, the ones 
that had been teasing and annoying us all along, decided that they'd 
play one last prank on us kids in the "baby tent." It was sometime 
after midnight when my bunkmates and I were awakened by the sound of 
someone moving around our tent. Then flashlights shone into our faces, 
blinding us, and we were ordered to get out of our bunks and stand in 
attention on the floor for a "diaper parade." I recognized the voice of 
one of the JCs and all the abuse we'd taken during the summer just kind 
of set me off. I was on a top bunk and I lashed out with my fist, 
catching him squarely on the nose. "Get out of here you fucking fags", 
I screamed at the top of my voice. There was a moment of shocked 
silence and then they dragged me roughly from my bunk and threw me to 
the floor of the cabin. The one I had hit was standing over me, blood 
dripping from his nose and a smashed lip, and he was getting ready to 
hit me with his flashlight when one of his buddies said, "Wait up! I 
know something much better for this wiseass kid."

Leaving the rest of the kids alone they dragged me out through the 
woods. It was pretty dark and I couldn't figure out where they were 
taking me � it seemed like we kept going forever and forever. Finally 
they stopped by a large shed and the smell coming from it told me where 
they had brought me � to the latrine by the archery range. They dragged 
me inside and stripped off my diaper, I still hadn't figured out what 
they were going to do with me. But when they lifted up one of the seats 
and picked me up and held me over the hole I realized that they planned 
to drop me down into the holding pit beneath the latrine. I fought as 
hard as I could. I screamed. I bit one of them on the hand and kicked 
another in the crotch but they were too strong for me. As they dropped 
me into the holding pit I tried to catch the sides of the hole and stop 
my fall but the sides were too slippery and I splashed down into the 
muck and filth. "Enjoy yourself little poopie boy", they taunted me as 
they left.

If I thought the latrine smelled bad from the outside, down in the 
holding pit it was ten times as bad � a mixture of ammonia and rotting 
shit smells and who knows what else. I coughed at the smell and my 
stomach revolted, forcing me to vomit up last night's supper. I was 
standing in muck, about the consistency of thick mud, that came up to 
an inch or so over my navel. I found that I could move around if I was 
careful and moved slowly, so I moved around the walls of the holding 
pit, searching for some way to escape, but there was no way out except 
for the holes that were more than five feet above my head. I was 
trapped. As the helplessness of my situation sunk in, I began to cry.

After some time, it might have been an hour or so, I became used to the 
smell and stopped gagging. Then too, even though I was standing in a 
mixture of piss and crap and who knows what else, I was not all that 
uncomfortable. The mixture was fairly warm, probably from the 
decomposition of the crap, so that I wasn't cold. So I quieted down and 
waited to be rescued. I figured that my bunkmates would tell the head 
counselors what had happened and that they would soon find me. I 
waited, and waited, and waited and no one came. Eventually I realized 
that it must be morning as I could see a faint light coming down 
through the holes above my head. But now I had another problem, my legs 
were beginning to cramp from standing upright for so long and to 
relieve the pressure on my leg muscles, I let myself slowly sink down 
into the muck till I was kind of floating and only my head was above 
the surface. "Well", I thought to myself, "at least I don't have to 
worry about waking up with a wet diaper." The funny thing was that 
after awhile I just kind of relaxed and other than the smell, it didn't 
feel too bad. I was floating in the warm muck and as I moved a little I 
could feel it squishing around my body � especially my balls and cock. 
It began to feel pretty good down there if you know what I mean and I 
realized that I'd got this huge boner. Well I was never one to let a 
good boner go to waste so I reached down with my hand and began 
stroking myself and after several minutes I shot my load.

I was finally found only by accident. It must have been around 10am or 
so when I heard noises and realized that the first archery class was 
coming to the range for the morning. I wanted to call out to them for 
help but I was so humiliated by what had been done to me that I 
couldn't. The decision was made for me when several of the scouts came 
into the latrine and began to use the facilities. One of them came to 
the hole under which I was standing and began to relieve himself, 
sending a warm stream of urine down onto my head and face. "No! Please 
stop! Help!", I cried, "I'm trapped down here. Please get help. Please. 
Please." There was a moment of silence and then pandemonium broke out 
above. "Holy shit. That sounds like Danny. He's trapped down in the 
pit. Get some help!"

Within about fifteen minutes, the senior counselors had arrived, torn 
up several boards to make a larger opening into the pit, and lowered a 
ladder for me to climb out. As I emerged from the holding pit, with my 
body covered with reeking muck, I could see their disgust. They cleaned 
me up as best they could by sloshing me with water, wrapped me in 
blankets and took me back to camp when I could take a shower and clean 
off, and then took me into town to be checked over at the hospital. At 
the hospital everyone was very nice to me but they decided to keep me 
there for a day for observation. They weren't sure what chemicals, 
germs, fungi and viruses my body had been exposed to in the latrine's 
holding pit and wanted to make sure I didn't have any severe 
aftereffects of my ordeal. Actually, once I had gotten cleaned up, and 
some fresh clothes on and had a chance to catch up on some sleep in the 
hospital bed I didn't feel all that bad � just kind of tired and I had 
a slight rash all over my body.

Wow, were my parents pissed! They had just gotten back from their 
cruise when they got the call from the camp director that there had 
been a "minor problem." Minor problem, yeah, my father tore that guy 
several new assholes and had his lawyer start filing lawsuits against 
everyone involved. Those asshole JCs are going to have a very 
unpleasant life for awhile. But my folks got my stuff packed up and 
took me home and, other than a little rash, I was none the worse for 
the ordeal. And since school was going to be starting in a couple of 
days I didn't have much time to loaf around and think about things.

I guess the only problem that I still had, and I don't even know 
whether it was a result of the Scout camp thing, was that I've begun to 
wet the bed a little at night. Now I don't do it every night, maybe 
once or twice a week, and my Mom's been pretty cool about it and 
changing the bedclothes whenever I've had an "accident."

But by late September I had begun to have dreams about what happened at 
Scout camp. I talked it over with one of the counselors at the school 
and he explained that the memories were unpleasant and that my mind's 
way of dealing them was to bring them back as dreams and after awhile 
the memories would be all sorted out and the dreams would stop. What I 
didn't tell the counselor was that along with the dreams, I was now 
wetting the bed almost every night. Mom ended up putting a rubber sheet 
on my bed and changed the bedding every morning. She suggested that I 
might want to begin wearing diapers at night till this period passed 
but I turned her down. I think my parents figured this was still an 
adjustment period that I was going through and the diapers would be 
temporary. The funny thing was that when she suggested that I might 
consider wearing diapers, my first thought was something like: "Yeah, 
it would feel kinda neat to be wearing diapers again", but then I just 
couldn't get over the idea of how ashamed I would feel, knowing that my 
parents knew that their son was wearing diapers to bed.

By late October and almost two months since my ordeal at Scout camp, 
the memories still haunted me. The first month of school was OK. I was 
so relieved to be back among my friends at school and busy with studies 
and everything. Then, starting in October, in addition to the dreams I 
began to have occasional nightmares about the ordeal � maybe "night 
terrors" is more apt than nightmares as they were pretty intense. At 
first they might just happen every couple of weeks but by November they 
had become more frequent. Not every night but several times a week I'll 
awaken from a nightmare, screaming in terror as I relive being dropped 
into the latrine's pit. When this happens I also find that I've lost 
control of my bladder and bowels and have wet and soiled my bed. I 
think that my parents could have accepted even these episodes but I've 
also started having "flashbacks" during the day. Every other day or so, 
something will trigger a flashback. It could be as simple as walking 
past the boy's toilet at school and smelling the odor drifting out of 
the stalls and urinals, and for a split second I'll be back in the muck 
in the latrine pit. I'll again lose control of myself and wet and soil 
my pants. The first couple of times, my parents, and the school and my 
doctor thought the episodes would go away but they haven't and may be 
becoming more frequent. So they decided that I should wear diapers all 
the time now. I wasn't going to argue with them. Wearing diapers at the 
age of fifteen is pretty bad, but standing there in the hallway and 
having the other kids stare at you as they realize that a stream of 
piss is running down your leg and that you've just filled your shorts 
with crap is even worse.

Mom got several bags of diapers at the drug store in what she thought 
would be the right size for my but I made her take them back and get a 
different style. The diapers I had used at Scout camp had been fairly 
"low rise" and didn't even come up to my navel. But the first ones that 
Mom bought had been high rise and came partway up my chest and were 
very difficult to hide under my clothing. Once she got the same style I 
had used at camp, it was easier to hide the fact that I was now wearing 
diapers again. I remember thinking when I put a diaper on again for the 
first time in over two months: "Gee, this feels pretty good again", and 
I got right back into the routine of putting on a diaper every night 
before I went to bed. In the morning I'll get out of bed, take off my 
soiled diaper, clean myself up, shower and put on a fresh diaper before 
getting dressed. If I have a little extra time before I have to leave 
for school, I can take extra time with the diapering process and have 
some fun � like applying a lot of Vaseline to my crotch area and 
playing with myself for awhile � then when I do put on my diaper, the 
Vaseline makes everything "down there" feel all slippery and squishy. 
Several times a day during school, as the need arises, I go to the 
nurse's office and remove and replace my soiled diaper with a fresh 
one. I've gotten to the point where using several WetWipes to clean off 
the mess, a little baby oil rubbed on the area, a few shakes of talcum 
powder, pull on the new diaper and I'm done in about a minute. Mom 
bought me some jeans that are cut much fuller in the waist and hips (I 
think they might even be girl's jeans) to accommodate the added bulk of 
my diapers. It's not a perfect solution but at least it gets me through 
the day.

Because of the nightmares and flashbacks I've started going to a shrink 
� except that he calls himself a therapist and gets pissed when I call 
him a "shrink." Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday afternoon I go after 
school for about an hour. Frankly I think he gets pail a hell of a lot 
for doing very little. Like, we just sit there and he gets me to talk 
about my family, and school, and friends, and stuff. Occasionally we'll 
talk about Scout camp. I can't see what good this is doing me, but if 
it gets me out of diapers I'm all for it. You know, this guy makes so 
much money I should study whatever you have to study in college to 
become a shrink!

A funny thing happened in English class today. Class had just started 
when I had a flashback for a second and I realized that I had pooped in 
my diaper as I felt a warm and sticky mass between my legs. Class had 
just begun and I didn't want to draw attention to myself by getting up 
to change my diaper so I just sat there and felt the warm stickiness 
spread to my front and squish around my balls and cock. After awhile it 
even began to feel sort of, well, pleasant. I was in the back row and 
so one could see me so I dropped my hand to the front of my jeans and 
rubbed my diaper gently through them. That felt even better so I rubbed 
it a little harder and that made it feel REALLY good as I felt this big 
erection through the diaper. I continued stroking my cock through the 
diaper and I soon shot my load into the diaper. Wow, I thought, that 
was kinda gross but it sure was fun to jerk off in English class!

The body rash that I developed after getting out of the holding pit at 
Scout camp has pretty much gone away � except for my crotch. The Doc 
has been treating it with various antibiotics and chemicals, and it 
kind of comes and goes, it may get a little better, but never 
completely goes away. At its best, it's a slight rash that I'm aware of 
but which doesn't bother me. At its worst, my crotch area, dick and 
balls are very red and itchy and it is very uncomfortable to walk � 
especially with the pressure of my diaper on that area. But the Doc 
keeps trying new treatments and he tells me that it's just a stubborn 
infection or something and that eventually one of the treatments will 
clear it up. Come on Doc, I can't wait!

After that time I jerked off into my diaper in English class, and I 
know this sounds really gross, but I'm not in a real rush to change my 
diaper after I've crapped in it. I like the feeling of the crap 
squishing around my balls. So whenever I've had an "accident" I'll 
sometimes wait an hour or so before I change my diaper. After I filled 
my diaper in the cafeteria during lunch today, I was just walking the 
halls, killing time before my next class and the feel of the full 
diaper was so great that I came and shot my load without even having to 
rub my cock through the diaper. The only thing that concerned me was 
the smell of a full diaper as I noticed several times that the other 
kids were looking at me and wrinkling their noses. But my Mom solved 
that by getting me some plastic panties that I can wear over my 
diapers. The panties keep in the smell and allow me to go longer 
between diaper changes. They do rustle a little as I walk along but I 
figure that's a small price to pay. She also got me diapers that go 
higher up on my body. Like, the ones that I had been wearing stopped 
below my navel. When I was changing my diapers right after a bowel 
movement they were OK. But when I started keeping the diapers on for 
some time after I pooped in them, or if I had a really big poop, or if 
I wanted to poop twice, sometimes the mess would start to leak out the 
top. So anyway, she got me some diapers that were heavier and came 
about half way up my chest. I found out that I could wear these diapers 
for over a day without any leakage � neat!

Oh damn, that rash in my crotch was really painful this morning and my 
balls were all red and swollen. I know the Doc told me that scratching 
was going to make it worse but it was so painful that I had to do 
something. So before I put my diaper on this morning I opened the can 
of Vaseline and got a good handful, and then just reached down with 
both hands and grabbed my balls and gently massaged them. The funny 
thing was that after a couple minutes of this the irritation had gone 
away and they felt OK � they were still swollen but they didn't itch 
anymore. By that afternoon the itch had returned and was as bad as ever 
so when I got home from school, I took off my dirty diaper, cleaned 
myself off, and lay down on my bed and massaged my balls for five 
minutes or so to make them feel better before I put on a clean diaper. 
Now that I know that massaging my crotch makes the itching go away for 
a while, whenever I'm not in public I'll slip my hand down into my 
diaper and play with my cock and balls and gently massage them. Once 
when I was doing this I suddenly wet myself and it seemed weird to have 
my hand down in a dirty diaper but I figured that what the hell, as 
long as it got rid of the itch, and kept playing with myself.

I don't think the shrink is working � or at least not the way I 
expected. It's nearly Christmas now and the nightmares and flashbacks 
are not as bad as they used to be. But what I've also noticed is that 
I'm slowly losing control over my bowels and bladder. It used to be 
that I only lost control during a nightmare or flashback. But now it 
just, like, you know, happens. I'll be sitting in class and all of a 
sudden I'll feel this warm wetness in my crotch and know that I've 
pissed myself. Or I'll be watching TV at home and all of a sudden I'll 
make this really wet farting noise and then there's this warm sticky 
stuff squishing around in my diaper and I know that I've had a bowel 
movement. Now since I'm wearing diapers I don't mess my clothes or 
anything. And if I concentrate really hard I can stop it from happening 
� some of the time.

Even though playing with myself and massaging my balls makes them feel 
better, hell, it makes ME feel better, they're still pretty swollen. I 
was looking at them the other day and they appear to be about twice as 
big as I remember them being. So the next time I saw the Doc I asked 
him about it and he agreed that: "�.. there appears to have been some 
increase in the size of your testicles." But he said that he felt that 
was probably just a temporary reaction to a medication and I shouldn't 
worry about it. He did change one of my prescriptions.

By the end of January, there was good news and bad news. The good news 
was that the nightmares and flashbacks had stopped. The bad news was 
that I no longer had any control whatsoever over my bladder and bowels. 
The shrink basically told me that I had a physical problem. But the Doc 
said that it had to be a mental problem. Thanks a lot for the help 
guys! But you know, it really doesn't bother me as much as I had 
thought that it would. I've gotten to like the feeling of wearing a 
diaper, especially a full one. So I really don't worry about the fact 
that I can't control myself anymore. I'm not changing myself as often 
either. Quite often on the weekends I won't change myself the whole 
time. Even with the plastic panties, I would still get some "leakage" 
when I went that long but my Mommy solved that problem by switching me 
to diapers that were much thicker in the crotch area in addition to 
going up high on my chest and they're more absorbent as well. All the 
extra padding between my legs makes it a little harder to walk but I 
can live with that. Actually, I needed the larger diapers for another 
reason, my balls are still swollen. Well, maybe swollen isn't the right 
word � they're larger. Each one is about the size of a large hen's egg 
and their added weight has stretched out the size of my sack (well, 
"scrotum" the Doc calls it). My balls used to kind of snuggle up 
against the base of my cock, but now they hang down about three inches 
or so below it. Anyway, with the diapers I had been using things were 
getting really tight and uncomfortable but with the larger diapers, 
everything feels OK.

Quite often when I'm just hanging around the house and we're not 
expecting any company I'll just wear a diaper and my plastic panties. I 
figure why bother to go to the trouble of getting all dressed if I 
don't have to. Usually when I get home from school on Friday I'll take 
off my clothes and after that it's diapers and panties only till Monday 
morning.

By the time that winter was beginning to turn into spring my balls had 
swelled to about the size of tennis balls, and they hung down in my 
sack almost halfway to my knees. Its funny how my dick hasn't gotten 
bigger but my balls have. When I take off my diaper and step into the 
shower in the morning, I can feel my balls swinging back and forth and 
slapping against my thighs. Even though the bigger diapers that my 
Mommie bought me hold everything in, the added size of my balls made my 
jeans very tight in the crotch so she had to get me a larger size and 
then take them in at the waist a little so they didn't look too baggy. 
If you look at me you can see a small bulge in my crotch now but it 
isn't too noticeable. Kinda brings a whole new meaning to the saying: 
"The kid's got balls." Yes I do, thank you kindly.

Through the spring my balls continued to swell and by the time school 
let out in early June were considerably larger. I'd guess that each of 
my balls is about the size of a grapefruit and they hang down almost to 
my knees. The funny thing is that I don't mind this. It feels really 
neat to take off my diaper occasionally and walk around the house with 
my balls swinging back and forth between my legs and slapping against 
my lower thighs. One time I spread my legs a little and bent over and 
looked down at them swinging back and forth as I swayed my body back 
and forth a little. The breeze on them felt really neato. But I can't 
do that too often. Once I was walking through the living room naked and 
all of a sudden I had a bowel movement and dropped a load of steaming 
turds on the living room rug. Mommie was NOT pleased about that and 
immediately ordered me to put my diaper back on and clean up my mess. 
I've also noticed that when I jerk off now, more liquid comes out � 
like my larger balls are producing more. I used to get maybe a 
tablespoon or so of this white sticky liquid, now I'm getting maybe a 
cup or so and its really kewl to jerk off in my diaper and feel this 
warm sticky liquid squirt out into it. Mommie had to get me some jeans 
that fit differently. She found some that have this elastic section in 
the front so they can accommodate the added size of my crotch. There's 
a very noticeable bulge in my crotch area now but I can conceal it from 
the other kids by wearing baggy shirts and keeping them outside my 
pants so everything is covered up. It was funny when I was taking 
driver education the other day. I had trouble getting into the driver's 
seat because this big bulge in my pants wouldn't fit under the steering 
wheel. Luckily the steering wheel was adjustable and I could raise it 
up enough so that I could slide in underneath it.

Mommie dragged me off to the Doc several days ago even though I didn't 
want to go. We went in to the examining room and the nurse told me to 
strip down to my underwear. I took off my shirt and I could see her 
staring at the big bulge in my crotch that had been hidden by the 
shirt. When I got down to my diapers, I asked her if I should take them 
off and she told me to just jump up on the examining table and unsnap 
the diapers and sit on them just in case I had an accident. As I 
unsnapped the diapers and folded the top down and she saw my big sack 
and balls, her jaw sort of dropped for a minute till she regained her 
composure. "The doctor will be here in a minute", she said as she 
hurried out of the room. When the Doc did come in, I could tell he was 
surprised as well by the change. He did a pretty thorough exam, did X-
rays and took blood samples. He wanted to do a biopsy of my balls and I 
was kewl with that till I found out what a biopsy was and then I wasn't 
too sure. But he sprayed some cool liquid on my balls and when he 
inserted the needle to take a sample I hardly felt anything. After the 
exam was done, he basically said that he was stumped. Unless something 
funny showed up from the tests, he said that I had a normal teenage 
boy's set of equipment � just that parts of it were larger than usual. 
As for treatment, if the added tissue was a problem it could be 
surgically removed. Cut off my balls? No fucking way, and I told him 
that in colorful language.

As summer vacation wore on I left the house less and less. With the 
increasing size of my balls the bulge in my crotch was getting too 
large to be hidden. Then too, because of all the added weight between 
my legs I was walking a little differently � kind of halfway between a 
walk and a waddle. As the new school year approached, my Mommie and 
Daddy decided that it would be better if I didn't return to school and 
arranged for a tutor to come in and home school me. By then I had given 
up wearing clothes and it was even tough to find diapers that would fit 
me. But Mommie solved the problem by getting some cotton sheets and 
cutting them up to make large diapers.

My sack is almost as big as a basketball now, but instead of sagging 
down farther and farther as my balls have continued to enlarge, it has 
swelled out in front of my crotch. I had kinda hoped that my cock would 
get larger along with my balls but that hasn't happened � it's stayed 
the same size as best as I can tell. So I've got this large sack 
containing my balls springing from my crotch and my little dick is up 
at the top, partly covered up by the sack which swells out just beneath 
it. The other thing is that I can't really distinguish between my two 
balls when I play with myself these days � there's just a large soft 
mass in my sack.

When I'm sitting down in a chair this big sack fills my lap and comes 
part way up my chest. When I rest my hands on it, it's like having a 
large soft pillow beneath them. The other night I was watching one of 
the late comedy shows on the TV and the guy was cracking jokes and came 
up with one that had something to do with dogs licking their balls. I 
thought it was a pretty funny joke so I laughed, and then I wondered 
what it would be like to lick your balls. "What the hell", I thought, 
"Why not give it a try?" so I opened the top of my diaper, leaned down 
a little and flicked the top of my sack with my tongue. It didn't feel 
half bad, in fact it felt pretty good, so I licked it some more. I was 
surprised to look up later on to find that I had been licking my balls 
for over a half hour. Now, the feeling when I lick them isn't as strong 
as when I play with them and massage them, but there's something that's 
just, well, "comforting" about the way it feels. I can't bend over far 
enough to completely lick around my balls but I can reach the top half 
pretty well. So quite often now when I'm a little bored or have nothing 
else to do, I'll spend some time licking my balls.

The home schooling thing didn't work out. I don't know whether it was 
my appearance, or the smell of my dirty diaper, or whatever but the 
first tutor left after a week. Mommie and Daddy got a second tutor but 
one time she came into my room when I was sitting on the floor with my 
diaper off and licking my balls. She muttered something under her 
breath that sounded a little like: �.. filthy animal", and quit on the 
spot. I know that Mommie and Daddy are disappointed that I've decided 
to drop out of school and not get my diploma but studying things just 
seemed so pointless. I kinda hinted that I might change my mind later 
on and that got them off my back.

So for the rest of the fall and early winter I just hung around the 
house. Walking was getting a little more difficult for my so I'd stay 
in my room and watch TV, or maybe go out to the living room 
occasionally and watch TV there. Now I don't know what caused my balls 
to swell up the way they have, but whatever it is seems to have 
affected my tongue too � it may have to do with the amount of time I'm 
spending licking my balls � but why haven't my hands changed because I 
use them to play with my balls all the time? Anyway. It seems like my 
tongue has gotten about twice as big as it used to be. When I stick it 
out as far as I can it extends almost six inches from my mouth, and 
it's twice as wide as it used to be. In fact, it won't fit back in my 
mouth anymore so usually two or three inches of it are hanging out of 
my mouth. The only real problem is that I'm constantly drooling and I 
have a very bad lisp which makes it difficult to understand me. But the 
good part about it is that when I lick my balls now it really feels a 
lot better � I'm kinda hoping that my tongue will get even bigger � it 
would be really neat to be able to lick the bottom of my balls!

By the following spring, the growth of my balls had continued and the 
sack enclosing them was now about the size of a beachball as it rested 
in my lap. As it had swelled, it had covered up my cock � well I guess 
my dick was still there but inside the sack somewhere � with the only 
evidence being a hole near the top of my sack that the piss trickles 
from. I can still get myself off by playing with, stroking, licking and 
massaging my sack. And when I do come several pints of hot, white 
sticky fluid will gush from the hole that used to be my dick and splash 
on my face and chest. The best thing about it is that before the 
changes, when I'd jerk off and shoot my load it would only feel really 
good for a couple of seconds, but now it lasts for about a minute. In 
fact, except when I'm sleeping now I spend most of my time simply 
playing with myself. I know that my Mommie and my Daddy don't like me 
to do this, but tough shit, it's my body!

My balls are so large now that there's little point in trying to cover 
them with a diaper. In fact the sack enclosing them fills my lap and 
comes up to my chin. When I'm watching TV I usually lean forward and 
rest my head on it � just like a warm soft pillow. I haven't been out 
of my room in months now as the weight and size of my balls make it 
impossible to walk. If I really needed to, I guess I could sit down on 
the floor and try to scoot backward but I've got pretty much everything 
that I need in my room. There's my TV and stereo, and there's a big 
chair next to my bed that I can slide into if I want to get out of bed. 
My parents pretty much leave me along these days and that's fine with 
me. One of them will bring me a big tray of food in the morning, enough 
to keep me going all day. Every week or two one of them will change the 
sheets on my bed but as you can guess, my room is pretty filthy and the 
smell is so bad that they keep the door closed all the time to keep the 
stench out of the rest of the house. Well, they call it a stench but 
I've gotten to like the smell � it reminds me of the smell in the pit 
beneath the latrine at Scout camp. And as I lie in the muck that covers 
my bed and play with myself and lick and drool on my balls, I fondly 
remember that first time I jerked myself off while in the latrine 
waiting to be saved!