Summary: Two school-aged friends get a surprise at the end of the 
academic year. They are both bedwetters, and like their diapers-- What 
will the summer bring?

This story is pure fiction. Any reference to any living person is 
purely coincidence. This is a fantasy of mine. In time I hope it can 
come true for some deserving boys.


The Summer Camp

	This had been a really tough school year for me. At the ripe age 
of 14 I just could not seem to stay out of trouble. First it was 
picking on little kids, then I got into a few fights– I didn't get 
suspended or expelled, but it had to have been close. In a week I was 
on summer vacation, away from all that hustle bustle of school life. I 
was excited in a way– I would get to find a little job and make a bit 
of spending money. The mid June days went really slow, then finally the 
summer vacation had arrived.

	I came bolting through the door at home all excited about my 
newfound freedom. My mom was quite calm though, and she said I should 
quiet down because I was to find out what I would be doing for the 
summer when my dad came home. I didn't understand what she meant and 
sort of ignored what she said for the moment– but in time it began to 
weigh on me. Would I be around to hang with my friends or play my 
computer games? As I sat in my room digesting this, the doorbell rang 
and it was Steve, a 14 year old friend of mine from down the street.

	Steve and I had a secret between us. Secret to the kids in school 
anyway. We both were fascinated by diapers. We were both bedwetters – 
so our parents bought us goodnights to try to keep us dry at night. 
"Real" cloth diapers were something the both of us wanted, though. Our 
limited finances made these cloth diapers a dream. The little bit of 
money we could earn by doing tasks around the house or for other folks 
was mostly spent on disposable diapers. Somehow with a little luck the 
both of us each bought a couple pairs of plastic pants.

It was wonderful to tape on a disposable diaper and pull the plastic 
pants up over it. At first, daytime wetting seemed unnatural, but as 
time went on, Steve and I knew it was ok when we were together. 
Sometimes we would do sleepovers either at his place or mine, and of 
course we had to wear our pull ups to bed. It was so cool to wake up in 
the morning wet. If somehow one of us woke dry, it did not take the dry 
one long to get wet. It felt really good. The warmth would creep down 
around the crotch and up the backside of the pull up. Sometimes we both 
got "stiffies".

	I invited Steve in, and after saying hi to my parents he came up 
to my room, and we began to play computer games. Steve didn't seem to 
be into it all that much though. Something was bothering him, something 
on his mind. Finally I asked him what the trouble was. He ignored my 
question at first, then he told me. His mom had told him he had 3 days 
of vacation before he went to summer camp. On one hand he wanted to go; 
on the other he wanted to stay and be with his closest friends.
	I explained to him that I was to find out what I would be doing 
for the summer when my dad got home. From my mom's behavior I got the 
feeling I would not be staying at home much longer either. My parents 
were tired of me always getting into needless trouble. It seemed like 
the "questions of the day", or month or year were "Why can't you get 
along with other boys?" "Why do you have to fight and beat up your 
schoolmates?" Little did I know that mom and dad had come up with an 
idea...

	My mom must have known I was interested in diapers. I kept 
getting into trouble over them. She kept finding wet smelly ones in my 
room. There was no way I knew to tell her I wanted and needed them. 
They always saved me the embarrassment of wet pants when I had one of 
my frequent wetting accidents. They gave me a feeling of confidence, 
plus they were so soft and warm after I wet them. She had no idea, or 
so I thought of my love and want for diapers. After all I was a tough 
guy, sort of a bully, and bullies would never want diapers. Quite the 
contrary with me. It got to where I could not wait to get home in the 
afternoon and diaper myself up. I wanted to wear them 24/7!! Seemed a 
bit on the strange side– always wanting to pick fights with others, yet 
I wanted to wear diapers.

	Life during the past school year had been grinding on. Sometimes 
when I got up to go to school, was wet, and running a bit late, I put 
the used diapers at the bottom of the trashcan in my room. I told 
myself to take care of the wet diapers when I got home from school. Of 
course these wet diapers got to stinking after a while. Lots of times I 
found the trash had been taken out before I got home, though. All mom 
ever said to me was to dispose of my used diapers properly. She hated 
the smell of stale pee!! I was never punished when she found my wet 
diapers or pull ups, so I thought nothing of it.

	Dinnertime arrived and dad announced I would be going to summer 
camp. This was a shock to me– I thought I was going to be spending the 
summer at home goofing off, or doing odd jobs so I could get money for 
the diapers I wanted. I was wrong!! The bus to the camp was leaving in 
just 3 short days, and I would be on it! Mom and dad talked a little 
about what I might need at camp, then left the room still talking. They 
were conversing about something else "he might need" while out in the 
hallway. Very shortly Mom came back with desert, then said she was 
going out shopping for a bit. Being I was tired I went upstairs to lie 
down.

	I checked to make sure nobody was around, then got out a 
disposable diaper and a pair of plastic pants. I taped on the diaper 
and pulled up the plastic pants- it felt so good!! I lay down on the 
bed and fell asleep in just my tee shirt and diaper.
	I awoke with a start as I heard somebody banging on the bedroom 
door! When I opened the door just a crack, I breathed a sigh of relief 
when I saw Steve. Looking at him I could see his pants were a bit 
puffy. This was not the first time he came over wearing his diapers. 
Wearing diapers made it easier for him to concentrate on playing 
computer games, for he never had to get up to use the bathroom. Looking 
at me through the almost closed door he mentioned how good I looked in 
just my diaper and shirt. Blushing a bit, I reached behind the door for 
the loose fitting sweat pants hanging there. After pulling them up over 
my diaper, I opened the door and let Steve in. We played games for a 
while, then he had to go home. All this time I was wondering about this 
"summer camp" I was going to. I knew in the back of his mind Steve had 
to be thinking about the same thing.

	All too soon it was 10:45, and Steve had to leave. Mom pulled 
into the driveway back from the store just as Steve went out the door. 
She had 3 large bags with her. That was not uncommon so I ignored it. 
What was strange is she took the bags upstairs instead of unloading 
them in the kitchen. Plus she didn't ask me to help her with them. 
Presently there was a bit of noise coming from upstairs..... Stuff 
being shifted around. I wondered what was going on - it was a bit late 
for her to be cleaning up there. Soon it was time for my shower before 
heading to bed. After finishing up in the bathroom I headed to my room. 
Much to my surprise a cloth diaper, pins and plastic pants were laid 
out on the bed. The cloth diapers were something I had always wanted– A 
dream come true??
	Something I always did was to lay my clothing for the next day 
out before I went to sleep. As I looked into my closet I noticed a 
change, but could not really tell what. Then I saw. All my pants, the 
ones I really liked to wear were gone. They had been replaced by pants 
that looked way too big!! All of them had elastic in the waist. I 
wondered why.
	Presently mom came in to my room and said she was there to diaper 
me up. She told me that she and dad had decided since I wanted to wear 
diapers they would help me out. She also explained that the Pull - ups 
disposable diapers were getting expensive, so she wanted to try the 
cloth ones out on me. I felt so very small, or did I?? On the outside I 
was frowning, but inside I was wildly happy! Mom and Dad were going to 
let me wear cloth diapers!! What I had wanted for a long, long time!! I 
was in 8th Heaven!!
	Mom told me to lie down on the diaper she had unfolded on the 
bed. It felt so wonderful to be powdered up, then have the thick cloth 
diaper pulled up between my legs!! The diaper was huge!! It took 4 
pins, 2 on each side to secure it. It was bliss!! Then came the plastic 
pants. Mom worked them up my legs, then over the diaper!! I wonder what 
mom was thinking– I didn't really resist being diapered up like this. 
All the while I thought, "Wow, I am in "real" diapers and loving it!!"

	After waddling downstairs to say my goodnights, I went up to bed. 
When finished crawling under the covers I ran my hands over the soft 
smooth plastic pants. It felt so, so good!!
	Finally I drifted off to sleep. Morning came all to soon. I felt 
the bed and it was dry. My diapers were soaked however. It felt really 
good not to wake in a wet or damp bed.

	After breakfast I took a shower, then got mom to diaper me up 
again. As she pulled the plastic pants up around my legs, she explained 
the toilet was now off limits except for bathing and pooping. Then she 
got out a pair of those new pants with the elastic waist. I tried them 
on and found they had about the same fit as my other pants except they 
were bigger where they needed to be to fit comfortably over my diaper. 
Actually it was hard to tell I had a diaper on under them.
	Mom then gave me a lesson on how to diaper myself. It was very 
easy really. I had the pinning thing mastered in just a few tries. I 
took a couple of diapers, plastic pants, and anther pair of the new 
pants, and loaded them into a backpack. Then I went out to find Steve.

	I found Steve at home. He had a similar experience to the one I 
had the night before. Diapers were something he always had wanted, now 
they were okay with his parents!! We had one more day before summer 
camp– This was hard on the both of us. Here we finally got the diapers 
we had always wanted and would have to give them up at camp. Or so we 
thought. We had a wonderful day at the Mall, then played games for a 
bit. All too soon it was time for me to go home. I was a bit sad, 
standing outside Steve's front door saying my goodbyes. The day and 
maybe our short time together this summer was ending and the both of us 
didn't know if we would see each other before school started again in 
September.

	The next day I got up and got my morning shower. I came 
downstairs and mom asked me why I was not ready to go for the bus. I 
told her I was. She told me I had forgotten something, grabbed my arm 
and took me into the spare bedroom where she had laid out a thick cloth 
diaper and plastic pants. Mom told me to take off my pants and 
underwear, then diapered me and explained that all boys needed a thick 
diaper for long journeys. "Why worry about silly things like having to 
pee on the way?? It is so much easier just to do it in your pants!!" 
She said as she held out another pair of the elastic waist pants like 
the ones I had worn the night before. They fit really well over the 
diaper. I was not missing my old pants as much anymore. I looked at 
myself in the mirror, and once again I knew I was diapered but I 
wondered if anybody else could tell.

	Mom took me to the schoolyard where the bus was to pick up those 
who were going to camp. After all the goodbyes I got on the bus. Mom 
had packed my bags for me so I didn't have to worry about choosing my 
clothes. I told her what I wanted to wear, but now I hoped she had 
packed up those elastic waist pants to cover my diapers.

	When the bus pulled into the camp we were told to take our time 
getting off, and see the driver to get our belongings. While waiting to 
get my luggage I looked around and to my surprise saw Steve!!! Steve 
was obviously wearing a diaper under his pants, as was I. I knew I was 
wet and Steve looked wet as well. His diaper was drooping. The funny 
thing is nobody seemed to notice or care at that time. That is 
something I had always worried about– being detected in diapers, then 
the bullies finding out. There was a bit of free time, 3 to 4 hours, 
before all of us campers were supposed to arrive– some of us like Steve 
and myself arrived on buses, others would arrive in cars with their 
parents.
	We went down to the camp office to sign in and looking at the 
room assignments found we were in the same room together!! As we were 
finishing the sign in process, a hot looking nurse came by and asked if 
we needed our diapers changed. Of course we were both soaked. She led 
us away to a little room in the Administration building. She explained 
it was her job to get all the boys ready for camp, nice and thickly 
diapered. Those who arrived in diapers were to be changed if wet, and 
the others not already in diapers were to be put into them. Entering 
the changing room I noticed a table, almost like a baby changing table 
except a lot larger!! She told me to get up on the table, which I did. 
She pulled off my pants, then my plastic pants and removed the sodden 
diaper. She then went over the diaper area with baby wipes, and 
lovingly powdered me up. She re diapered me with the softest thickest 
cloth diaper I had ever worn. I was in heaven as she pulled my plastic 
pants up over the diaper. She gave me a little pat on the butt as I 
left the room. Outside the room, Steve was waiting to get his diaper 
changed. When he came out of the room all in smiles I knew he really 
liked the diapers (and getting changed) as well!

	The diapers we were changed into were so thick our pants would 
not fit over them. The nurse told us not to worry– to just wear the 
diapers and a tee shirt!! She explained that though we were among the 
first ones to be dressed like this, all the other boys would be wearing 
just a shirt and diaper by dinnertime. Steve and I went off to look for 
our cabin sporting our diapers, plastic pants, and tee shirts. Along 
the way we got a few laughs and the usual "diaper boy" comments. What 
the others didn't yet know....
	There were several cabins in a clearing where we all would stay. 
It was not hard to find ours. Each cabin had 3 rooms; each room had 8 
bunks, 24 boys per cabin. Something I noticed when I entered the room 
was a large, and I do mean large dresser like thing with 4 diaper 
pails, two on each side of it. The dresser thing had 8 drawers, one 
numbered for each of us boys. Then there was a large closet where our 
jeans, wind pants and shirts were stored. All of those had been put 
away for us by someone unknown. We both took our pants that wouldn't 
fit over our diapers, and hung them in the closet with our others. The 
both of us decided to walk about the camp until it was time for dinner. 
Other boys were arriving all the time. More and more of them were 
appearing in just diapers and tee shirts. This was the way we were 
going to dress, evidently!

	The dinner hour arrived and we all assembled in the dining hall. 
Just as the nurse had told us, all the boys were wearing nothing more 
than a thick cloth diaper and a tee shirt. As dinner was being served 
we were told what was expected of us and the activities of the coming 
summer were covered. We were also told this is a diaper camp– all of us 
were to wear diapers at all times. Because of the cost of disposables, 
we were to use the cloth diapers provided at camp. The diapers were in 
the numbered drawers of the dresser things back in our cabins. While 
there was no limit to how many changes we got per day, we all started 
off with 10 diapers in our dresser drawer; two doubled nighttime 
diapers and 8 single weight ones. We each got 4 pairs of plastic pants, 
two for the daytime and two for at night. The night ones were of course 
larger to accommodate our thicker nighttime diapers. It was up to each 
boy to watch our supply of diapers and plastic pants; if it got low we 
were to tell a camp counselor. Clean diapers would be put into our 
rooms for us. Wet diapers placed in the pails would be removed twice a 
day.
	We got clean plastic pants every other day unless we leaked.
Then clean dry ones were provided on the spot. Diaper rash was to be 
kept to a minimum!!
	Our diapers were to be used for peeing when at camp. We were 
given the choice of pooping in our diapers, or using the toilet. All 
other times the bathroom was locked up tight. Boys caught peeing in the 
woods to avoid peeing in their diapers were to be punished. The 
punishment was being put into locking plastic pants. Only the nurse had 
the key for those pants.
	We never had to change our diapers ourselves. We could if we 
wanted, but most of the guys liked being changed by somebody else, 
mainly the hot-looking nurse.

	The camp was a ton of fun!! All of us wore diapers openly and we 
learned not to make fun of others who were not whole. It got to where 
we were all helping each other with diaper changes even when out on a 
boat or hike. Can you imagine 40 boys in diapers and plastic pants on a 
hike through the woods?? Sitting around the campfire at night singing 
songs?? Steve and I got to know each other a whole lot better that 
summer. It was a wonderful experience!! It was really funny when some 
of the guys wore their cloth diapers into the lake when swimming!! Talk 
about "Puffy Pants"!! When they got out the water just poured out of 
their plastic pants, running down their legs!! They looked like they 
were going to explode!!
	
	Steve and I wondered why we had been sent to this camp– It was so 
much fun!! The only thing required was to wear diapers 24/7, something 
the both of us had always wanted. We never had to worry about finding a 
toilet– we were wearing it!! After a couple of weeks we really didn't 
even look at anybody else's diaper, we were all wearing them. All of us 
were the same.
	After about 3 weeks a kid came in to replace another boy who had 
gone home sick. This poor kid was scared big time. Evidently he missed 
the talk the counselor gave about wetting ones pants and wearing 
diapers. I think he must have looked at the bulletin board where the 
room assignments were and come straight into his (our) room. He had not 
yet had his first visit with the nurse.

	Upon entering the room, he noticed Steve and I sitting there in 
our diapers and plastic pants. He turned to leave as he said "this 
place is not for me!!" as he headed toward the door trying to run away.
	We caught up to him and explained that all the campers had to 
wear diapers. He was apprehensive but seemed to be calming down a bit. 
We told him to follow us and we would show him what to do. As we walked 
him to the Administration building, we explained to him that all the 
diapers and plastic pants had been provided for us, and that all the 
boys there would be wearing diapers 24/7. He was not too pleased about 
that. He asked me if it was a diaper camp. Yes was the unison reply 
from both Steve and myself. The kid told us that he did not wear 
diapers, did not want diapers, and that diapers were for babies– We 
told him he just did not understand. The rule at this camp is for all 
the boys to wear diapers. Needed or not!! He looked very unhappy. We 
asked him what his name was– He said Tom.

	Steve and I went back to our cabin and soon Tom appeared in a tee 
shirt and diaper just like what we were wearing. He was a little more 
than a bit upset. He kept repeating, "I don't need diapers!" After a 
little talking to he softened up a bit. We noticed he was getting a bit 
uncomfortable, sort of squirming around. I told him to just go in his 
diaper, but he didn't want to wet his pants. The three of us read 
comics and talked about boy stuff. After a while I became still and a 
soft hissing noise could be heard from my diaper as a yellow stain 
slowly spread down around my crotch. I was wetting!! Shortly I heard a 
similar noise coming from Steve's diaper. Both Steve and I had wet. I 
felt the front of Steve's diaper through his plastic pants as he felt 
mine in the same way. It was so, so warm and comfortable. We waited for 
Tom to do the same.

	Tom had been watching us as our diapers got wet. When he saw we 
didn't mind wetting our diapers, he thought about it. He asked us if we 
got uncomfortable when we wet. He was obviously uncomfortable the way 
he was, we knew he had to go. He was twitching and shifting his 
position. I told him that wetting his diaper would feel really good. 
Still, he didn't want to wet his diaper at all. I sat down on one side 
of him, Steve the other. We kept telling him it ok do use your diaper!! 
Finally he let loose with a long sigh.

	He turned red in the face as the rather loud hissing noise 
announced his wetting. I know he felt a lot better after letting go. He 
just sat there for a bit. He then told us that wetting a diaper was not 
that bad!! In fact, Tom told us he liked the warm feeling around his 
private parts!! I asked him why he was there at the camp. He told us he 
had bullied other kids at school and his parents wanted him to go to a 
place where everybody is equal. Nobody better than the next guy.

	So now we knew there were bullies at the camp. I thought back to 
all the problems I had over the past school year, getting into fights 
and belittling others. Now I knew why I was here. The diaper camp was 
meant to tame bullies. To make them aware of how bad they made the 
other kids feel sometimes.

	We were all wet, but not soaked, so we went about finding others 
to play with. Soon it was bedtime.

	All us boys had to get changed out of our wet diapers and take 
either a bath or shower, then it was time to get diapered up before 
going to bed. We were given a snack and a large drink before the lights 
were turned out. When we first arrived at camp, some of the boys who 
were in our room moaned that they were sure to wet the bed after 
drinking so much. Steve and I told them not to worry about that. After 
all what were our diapers for?? In fact most all of us woke up wet in 
the morning. When we were awakened each of us got in line for our first 
diaper change of the day. Those who were really soaked were changed 
first. 8 showers and 8 diaper changes per cabin, then off to breakfast. 
If a boy was late getting up, he had to go to breakfast in his wet 
diaper. More than one time I had to go to breakfast soaked.

	Tom still was having problems getting used to using his diapers. 
He just didn't seem to want to wet them at all. The nurse saw that and 
sent him to the end of the line, telling him it would be easier on 
everyone if he would just go in his diaper. Poor Tom looked so 
uncomfortable. He was fidgeting and squirming around, while holding his 
privates through his plastic pants. He then looked around and squatted 
down.

	One could see and hear he was finally wetting. After he finished 
wetting his face turned really red. He was pushing really hard. It was 
easy to see the large log that was growing in his diaper. After about 
five minutes he finished and sat down in his mess. Man did it stink!!!

	This got him a trip to the front of the line where he was changed 
immediately!! No more stinkies, and a clean diaper for Tom!! After he 
got changed Tom told us he had held in his poop for a couple of days. 
He was very uncomfortable. Both Steve and myself told Tom that he 
didn't have to poop his diapers if he didn't want to. He only had to 
wet them. All of us went to breakfast after our diaper changes were 
done.

	The camp was very structured; lots of activities for us boys. 
There was also "down time", and a rest period after lunch. Most of us 
boys never rested after lunch– sometimes we had contests to see who 
could make the most hissing noise while wetting his diaper!! It was a 
fun time!!

	After a few weeks I began to notice I didn't feel any warning 
before I wet my diaper. I was just letting go like a baby. I asked 
Steve if this was happening to him as well. He blushed and said yes. He 
said the only thing he felt was the growing warmth around his diaper 
area, and a warm squishy feeling when he sat down. I told him It was 
the same for me as well. I looked forward to my wetting– it felt so 
good, and my dick sometimes got hard when I wet.

	Even Tom began to feel ok with wetting his diapers. By the fifth 
week we were all wetting uncontrollably. Some of us began pooping our 
diapers as well. When out in the woods or even just around the camp it 
was easier to do that than finding a bathroom. It seemed we boys were 
developing new habits.

	Diapers were a good thing, just our underwear. It was so nice not 
to have to worry about finding a toilet. We all just "did it" in our 
pants. I stayed with the wetting thing mostly. I hated the poopy smell 
and cleanup thing. A lot of the other boys liked to mess their pants 
though. All of us had brought pants that were big enough to cover up 
our diapers. They were not worn much, the diapers were way too thick.
	Early August arrived, and all of us knew that soon, in just a few 
short weeks camp would be a memory...........

	All through the summer we boys had a good diapered time. All 
things must come to an end though, and the last week of August was upon 
us. It seemed like this wonderful camp had just started, yet it was 
almost over. We had to part ways, go back to our towns or cities and 
prepare for the new school year. The camp had given me(and I think a 
lot of others) a new light on life. It is ok to be different. None of 
us at camp were treated any differently than anybody else there. We all 
had fun in our diapers!! So with tearful goodbyes we all got our things 
from our cabins and loaded our belongings into cars or buses for the 
trip home. I didn't see one boy wear regular underpants that day. We 
all had thick diapers under our pants. Yes they were bulky and they 
puffed out for all to see. None of us cared though. All too soon the 
buses and cars began to depart – it was all over.

	Arriving home, my mom asked me about the bulk under my wind 
pants. I explained to her that I needed my diapers now– I had no 
feeling of wetting. To my surprise she was not upset at all!! She then 
asked me if I had checked my dresser drawers, and I said no. So 
upstairs we went.

	In my room my mom showed me what she had put in my dresser. The 
top drawer was shirts, the next drawer was for my plastic pants. The 
bottom three drawers held my wonderfully new soft cloth diapers!! While 
I was at camp, mom had bought me 6 dozen diapers. She told me she would 
help me learn how to wash them and take care of my plastic pants as 
well!! She also said that if any of my plastic pants ripped or a diaper 
wore out to please tell her and it would be replaced. Almost the same 
way it was at camp!!

	As for going to school, the nurse had been notified and I just 
had to drop off my diapering supplies at her office each morning and 
pick up the used ones in the afternoon. Wow!!! I was going to be 
allowed to wear diapers forever!! I was so happy!!

	Mom asked how Steve was, and I told her she could ask him herself 
as he would be coming over shortly. The doorbell rang and there Steve 
was, diapers puffing out under his pants!! He had a backpack with him, 
and I knew it contained enough diaper supplies for his stay.

	Steve told me his mom had bought him more diapers and plastic 
pants while he was away as well!! Like me he would be wearing his 
diapers to school. Steve and I were now diaper boys!!

	Looking back, the diaper camp had helped me to learn not to pick 
on others and to accept folks as they are. No longer did I want to 
bully or push others around.

	It had been a really wonderful summer, and once back to school it 
seemed like nobody cared about our diapers. Nothing much was ever said 
about them. While Steve and I got the occasional "diaper boy" comment, 
we never had any trouble. Tom saw to that.

	Over the last few months, Tom had grown to like his diapers as 
well. He stopped picking on younger kids and turned out to be a 
wonderful friend. He protected lots of us from the really bad bullies 
at school. I think secretly we three, Tom, Steve and myself, hoped we 
could go back to that camp next summer------


Triple M III

(Mit)