Joe

Summary: A boy finds his friend is a diaper wearer and conspires to 
join in.

I would recognize that smell anywhere. Most people who live with a 
bedwetting brother would. My brother, who at 10 years old, was two 
years younger than me but still wet the bed occasionally. He didn't 
wear any kind of protection because it wasn't very often and our 
parents just let it go with the attitude, that it was part of growing 
up and he would stop at anytime. He had a plastic sheet on the bed that 
protected the mattress and each time it happened the sheets were 
changed and washed that day.

Still, that smell hung around for a day or two. I think it came from 
the plastic sheet. But I wasn't in my brother's and my room; I was at a 
friend's house and he didn't have a brother or sister. So, why did I 
smell that bed wetter smell? Not wanting to embarrass Joe, my friend, I 
didn't say any thing as we set up the Hot Wheels track.

I had just met Joe recently and we had become fast friends. Up until 
today we had only seen each other at the arcade where we met or at my 
house. We only went to his house after I bugged the heck out of him. I 
suspected that smell was why it had taken so long. Who could blame him? 
I knew that it was embarrassing for my brother and he would die if his 
friends found out he wet the bed. So, I did what I thought my brother 
would want his friends to do if they suspected. I just didn't 
acknowledge it. I avoided the bed because I didn't want to discover the 
plastic sheet that I was sure was there. Still the idea, like the 
smell, intrigued and excited me.

We had gotten the track set up and Joe had relaxed a little. After a 
couple minutes of playing, he announced that he had to pee and left the 
room. I couldn't resist the eager and checked the bed. Sure enough, 
there was a plastic sheet on it. It made a crackling sound when I 
pushed down on it. For some reason, I looked under the bed. There, 
mixed with the junk typical of a 12 year old's room, was a pair of 
plastic pants. They were semi transparent blue and looked just like the 
ones my little cousin wears except bigger. Now I was very intrigued but 
needed to get back to the track before Joe came back. We played until 
our time was up and I headed home. I just couldn't get the thought of 
Joe wearing those plastic pants over his white briefs out of my mind. 
That night, I concluded I had to find a way to see Joe in his plastic 
pants. The next morning, my brother woke in a wet bed. That gave me a 
plan to get Joe to reveal his secret; the first step in getting 
involved with that secret. Step one was to invite Joe over to play.

We have a large playroom in our basement so there has never been any 
reason to play in my room. Today I made sure the board game we were 
going to play was in my room. When Joe arrived we went to the basement 
as usual and decided, as planned, to play Risk. I made a show of 
looking for it and then "remembered" it was in my room. Then we headed 
to the room that I had made sure was ready. Everything was clean up and 
my bed was neatly made. The important thing though was that Aaron's bed 
was not. The sheets were still in the washer and all that was on the 
bed was his plastic sheet. We barged into the room and I stopped short 
as if I was surprised to see Aaron's bed like that. I made sure Joe saw 
it too and then acted like we shouldn't be in there. I told him it was 
my brother's bed and that we tried to be more supportive of his problem 
and not let others know about it. It was a problem he would grow out of 
and there was no need to let others know. Bart didn't react so I didn't 
know if he got the idea or not. I wanted him to see that I understood 
about bed-wetting and pretty much took it in stride.

We got the game out and set it up on the floor. Part way through the 
game, Joe asked if I had a plastic sheet on my bed. I told him I didn't 
and that Aaron only wet occasionally and that we all understood and 
tried to be supportive. Just when I thought Joe might be ready to tell 
me something, he said it was time to leave. I walked him to the door. 
After he left, I was a little dejected because I thought my plan had 
failed. That afternoon, I found out it may have worked. Joe called and 
said his mom wanted to talk to my mom. They talked for quite a while. I 
could only hear half the conversation but thought they might be talking 
about Aaron's wetting. Or maybe it was just my imagination because it 
the subject was on my mind. At the end of there conversation, mom told 
me Joe wanted to talk to me and handed me the phone.

"I have never had any one for a sleep over but my mom thinks you could 
be trusted," he began. "I was wondering if you would like to sleep 
over?"

I had to act like I didn't know why I was the first so I said, "what do 
you mean?"

If you spend the night, I can explain everything. If not, it doesn't 
matter," he said.

"Sure, I want to spend the night, let me ask my mom," but before I 
could ask her, she said it was OK. "She said yes," I continue and then 
we made plans. When I hung up, my mom wanted to talk to me. She said 
she wanted me to be understanding and to accept what Joe was going to 
tell me tonight. But if I couldn't, at least act like I did and not 
hurt anyone's feelings. If I hadn't already known Joe's secret, her 
talk may not have made any sense. She closed by saying that what Joe 
had to say was actually quite familiar and she trusted me to handle it 
well.

The rest of the afternoon went by slowly. I was eager to see Joe in his 
plastic pants. Finally, the appointed hour arrived and Joe and his mom 
arrived to pick me up. We first went to McDonalds and had dinner. It 
was great and soon we were on the way to Joe's house. I was a little 
nervous about how this was going to play out but it was all I could do 
to keep the bone out of my pants thinking about Joe in his plastic 
pants.

When we got to the house, we took my stuff up to Joe's room. He showed 
me where to put it and then there was this long pause. Joe was 
obviously nervous so I suggested we go outside and do something. I 
thought it would help him and get my mind off of it also. We went out 
into his back yard and I picked up a football that was lying there. 
Eventually we were in a full-scale game of catch. It was almost dark by 
the time Joe's mom called us in. Joe had relaxed quite a bit but when 
we started in, he got tense again.

We went into the living room and Joe's mother told him it was time. He 
really got nervous now and his mom asked if he wanted her to tell. He 
said he would do it and began, "I thought you might be the first person 
I could tell my secret to. You seem really understanding about your 
brother so I hope you understand about me."

I was still pretending that I didn't know about the plastic pants so I 
played like I hadn't gotten the point yet.

He continued," I also wet the bed but I do it every night." He waited 
for my reaction and I knew this was where I was going to make it or 
break it.

"Whew," I said, "I thought you were going to tell me you were sick and 
dying or something. It's not a big deal to me. You know I don't hold it 
against my brother."

"Yeah, but you said your brother only wet sometimes and you expect him 
to grow out of it. I wet every night and might never be dry", he said.

"I don't think that matters," was my only reply.

"Thanks for your understanding," Joe's mother said. Then she added, 
"now I guess it is time to get ready for bed." Then she said I might as 
well go with them since I was going to see it anyway. We went upstairs 
and she told Joe to get his stuff and told me to get my night cloths. 
Joe went to his dresser and I started getting my stuff from my bag. I 
turned around to a big shock. There stood Joe with the plastic pants I 
expected and a big cloth diaper.

"You wear diapers," I asked in amazement.

He looked hurt, "I thought you were going to understand."

"Oh, I do," I covered, "I just didn't realize you wear those."

"Do you think I'm a big baby?"

"No, of course not. I wonder if my brother would be more comfortable in 
a diaper instead of getting his sheets wet every time," I said hoping 
it was convincing.

Hop up on the bed," his mother said and he lay down on the bed. She 
unfastened his pants and pulled them down his legs with his help. I got 
another surprise. Unlike the boxers I was wearing, he was wearing 
cartoon underwear like little kids wear. He lifted his butt and his mom 
pulled those off also leaving him naked from the waist down. He sat up 
and she took off his shirt so that now he was completely naked. He was 
embarrassed I could tell from the way he blushed. His mother took the 
diaper and folded it into a triangle and he lifted his butt again so 
she could slide it under him. She pulled the diaper up between his legs 
and fastened it on each side with ducky pins. Then she slid the legs of 
the plastic pants up his legs until he lifted his butt and she pulled 
them the rest of the way up. She helped him stand up and made sure the 
diaper was tucked in all around. He looked hot in the diapers and they 
were even better than I imagined he would look in the plastic pants.

She got a pair of pajamas for him to put on. They were the kind that 
are made of t-shirt like material and have cuffs around the ankles. 
That was when I got a little worried myself. I only sleep in my boxers 
and I didn't know if that would be OK here.

I asked, "What do I do? I only brought these to sleep in."

Joe's mom said, "That's OK, we have plenty of diapers."

I almost swallowed my tongue. "No, I mean, I don't have any pajamas. I 
usually just sleep in a t-shirt and boxers."

"Would you like to wear a diaper? It would make Joe feel more 
comfortable and I think you might enjoy it." she said.

Enjoy it? It never occurred to me that Joe might like the diaper. Then 
she just about killed me when she pointed to my middle and said, "It 
looks to me like you might like the idea." My wee willie had given me 
away so I agreed to be diapered. She repeated the action she did with 
Joe but with me this time. Joe was little Mr. helper getting the diaper 
and plastic pants. When she pulled the front up I got pleasant 
surprise. It felt warm and secure. The pressure from the thickness of 
the diaper was evenly distributed around my middle and the softness was 
great. She finished up with a pair of plastic pants and made sure they 
were completely covering the diaper. She left and said, "Don't be up 
too late.

"Well this is a surprise," I said after she had gone.

"Just wait," Joe said, "the fun part is after you get them wet." Then 
he kind of bent at the knees a little and I watched as the front of his 
diaper turned yellow.

"Do you wet the bed or not?" I asked.

"Yeah, but why wait?" was his smug reply. "Now you wet in yours."

I didn't think I would be able to because it was all so new to me but I 
didn't have a chance to go to the bathroom before getting diapered so 
there must have been some reserves available. I pushed pretty hard at 
first but when the flow started, it just went and soon my diaper was 
wet. "Oh, man, that is cool." I groaned. The wetness made things more 
slick in there and every little move was sending shutters through my 
middle. We crawled into bed and talked with the lights out for quite a 
while. Joe told me that he had never been dry at night and had only 
been dry during the day for a couple years. His mom seamed to like the 
diaper thing and sure did so she didn't pressure him to dry up. If I 
had not ended up in a diaper myself, I may not have known what he was 
talking about but this diaper was great. We feel asleep and the next 
thing I knew, it was morning.

It took a few moments to realize what was going on when I woke up. 
First I noticed the diapers bulk between my legs and then I noticed it 
was wet. I was in a strange place and there was someone next to me. The 
more awake I got the more I remembered what had happened the night 
before and the confusion went away. Joe was already awake and looking 
at me.

"I guess you won't be able to tell any one about my diapers now," he 
said and patted the front of my diapers.

"I guess not but I don't think I would have any way," I replied.

"Let's go watch TV," he said and got up.

"I need to take this off first," I said and started to pull the plastic 
pants down.

He stopped me, "No, just keep them on. If you didn't pee in them during 
the night, they can still hold a lot more."

"But I don't have pajama bottoms on like you. I don't think I want to 
go around in just a diaper and t-shirt in front of your mom," I said.

He answered, "She won't care but if it make you feel better I will do 
the same." With that, he took his pajama bottoms off and left the top 
on. We then went down stairs and started watching TV.

His mom was still asleep so we had to be kind of quite. When she got 
up, she said good morning and got things ready for a cold cereal 
breakfast. She said, "Before we eat, does anyone need a change?" She 
didn't even wait for Joe to answer before she stuck her hand down the 
front of his plastic pants and announced he was soaked. She checked me 
also and said I was just a little wet. She asked me if I was a bed 
wetter and I answered no. And then she wanted to know why I was wet. I 
told her I forced myself to wet so Joe wouldn't be the only one. She 
bought it. I continued to watch TV as Joe and her went upstairs. They 
came back down and Joe was in another diaper and different plastic 
pants. These were printed like a babies and then I knew, Joe wore 
diapers for more than just his bed wetting.

We had breakfast and afterwards Joe was already wet. We took showers 
and got dressed for the day. Joe wore a pair of printed training pants 
instead of boxers. I had to go home and on the way, I thought, "That 
was the most interesting night of my life and I think things have just 
begun."