Finally Alone

Summary: A 13 year old boy named Brad finally has a whole 2 days to 
himself and has some major plans!

	Brad's parents left around seven o' clock that night. It seemed 
like it had taken forever to leave. He had been waiting for these next 
two days for weeks and he was going to make the most of them. He waved 
his parents goodbye and then hurried back into the house. He ran up the 
stairs and opened the door to his bedroom, then pulled out the 
laxative's that he had hidden. He ate two of them and chewed them as if 
they were candy. It was the nastiest tasting thing he had ever tasted 
but it would be worth it.
	He quickly took off his pants, and shirt and threw them aside. 
This was going to be the best two days of his life. He stood in front 
of the mirror, admiring his long skinny body, long blonde hair and his 
bright blue eyes. He looked away from the mirror and quickly pulled 
open his underwear drawer. He slipped off his white briefs and took out 
3 pairs of older ones. He had made some changes to them so that they 
would look more like diapers. He had never been able to get real 
diapers. This was about the closest he would come. If he had ever 
bought diapers at the store, someone that would know him would see and 
they would spread the word. If that ever happened, his life would be 
ruined. He had considered stealing them once, as he glanced from they 
aisle opposite of them, but he knew that he would get caught one way or 
the other.
	There was this one time when he was about six years old that he 
found a package of diapers in a cabinet. They were extra large and 
would fit him. He was so small at that age that he could probably fit 
into any size of diaper. He tried one on and it felt so good to be in a 
diaper. He quickly took it off as he heard his mother walking to the 
bathroom. He came down later that night to the bathroom and put the 
same pair on. It felt so good. It seemed like he had it on for an 
eternity. He got so lost in his thought of diapers that he didn't 
realize that he was wetting the diaper heavily. The wet spot spread 
quickly and began to slowly drip down his legs. He was frightened at 
first, but then began to enjoy the warmth of his urine. He got a sudden 
urge to mess himself and began to push as hard as he could. It came 
sliding out, all mushy and warm but he enjoyed every bit of it. It 
seemed like it would never stop and the diaper felt like it was ten 
pounds. Then his moment was ruined. His mother walked in and turned on 
the light. She was shocked to see him in a diaper. She began to scream 
and yell furiously at him and despite his messy diaper, began to paddle 
him. Even though he couldn't feel anything but the mess smooshing up 
against his butt, he cried and cried for hours. She cleaned him up and 
threw away the package of diapers.
	It was such a terrible memory but he would always remember the 
messy and wet diaper. He didn't want to take any chances of being 
caught again so he was using some of his older white briefs. He put on 
all three pairs, having a hard time putting them over his everlasting 
erection. He was so excited about his plans tonight.
	When he was finished he ran down the stairs, with only the three 
pairs of underwear on, and quickly walked to the kitchen. He began to 
guzzle glass after glass of water until his stomach felt like it would 
explode. He tossed the cup into the sink and went into the living to 
lounge on a couch. He watched T.V. for an hour and a half, then fell 
asleep.
 When he awoke, he excitedly checked his underwear for any accidents. 
To his disappointment, there were none. He realized he was hungry and 
decided to fix himself some supper while he waited for the laxatives 
and water to run throughout his body.
	When he was finished eating, he was tired and could barely keep 
his eyes open. He washed his dishes and slowly walked up the stairs. He 
went to his dresser and put on another pair of underwear over his other 
three pairs so that he wouldn't have wet sheets in the morning. He ate 
another laxative and they laid down on his soft bed. He was awake for 
another half hour and then the laxatives began to kick in. He was 
excited and pushed. It came out faster than he would ever have imagined 
and he felt the lump grow larger and larger. He looked over his 
shoulder and saw a giant large stain everywhere in the back of his 
underwear. It was smooshing and sloshing from side to side as he moved 
around. He turned on his back and felt it smoosh up against his butt 
and then move up into the crotch area. He began to wet and despite the 
four pairs of underwear, there was a small wet spot. He began to feel 
an erection slide up his underwear and felt an overwhelming urge to 
masturbate. He began to rub his penis against the wet bed but the 
underwear was too thick. He pulled it out and began to rub his hand up 
and down until he could feel it coming. He quickly put it back into his 
underwear and began to move his erection up and down against the bed. 
It didn't take much longer before he came. Now he was satisfied. He 
rolled onto his back and fell asleep, too tired to change his 
underwear.
	Everything went well and he had an even better time messing and 
wetting himself the next night. He was disappointed when his parents 
came home and would definitely miss those nights. But that night he wet 
the bed, and the night after that, and the night after that, and then 
messed his underwear. His parents scolded him for a week about this and 
then finally got tired of it. His dream cam true. His parents bought 
him goodnights and he enjoyed them every night.