Summary: 13-year-old Jason starts to wet the bed when he changes 
schools.

Jason the Bedwetter:

Chapter 1: Moving, A new school, and a new problem:

I guess it all started about six months ago. My dad got a promotion at 
work and decided to move family away from the small town I lived in all 
my life. I was happy about my dad’s promotion, but sad to leave my 
friends and move to a larger town.

The move itself went well, as it was during the summer and there was 
plenty time to move. The neighborhood we moved into was certainly much 
nicer as was the new house that we moved into.

In late August, school started and for the first time in my life I was 
in a school with total strangers. In our old town I knew everyone in my 
class from kindergarten all the way through my sixth grade year. Now at 
the ripe old age of thirteen I was starting junior high in a new town 
with new faces and a totally new environment. To say I was scared was 
an understatement. I was shaking on the first day. I didn’t know anyone 
and I felt like I was an alien in a foreign country.

To make matters worse, when I woke up the morning before the third day 
of school I had wet the bed the first time since I was six for seven 
years old. At first I tried to hide the accident by taking off the 
sheets of the bed and taking them to the laundry room. On my way there 
mom caught me with the sheets and asked me what I was doing. Naturally 
I said “nothing”, but my mom didn’t buy it.

“Why are you changing your sheets now?” Mom asked.

“I just thought I’d get them done before the weekend.” I meekly 
replied.

“We don’t have time for this - you need to eat breakfast and get ready 
for school.” Mom reached for the sheets and then must have felt a wet 
spot.

“Jason - did you have an accident?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.” I said almost in tears now.

“Honey, it’s OK, but you need tell me when something like this 
happens.”

“I’m sorry mom”

“I’m sure it’s just all the stress of the new school, don’t worry about 
it. Just go on upstairs and get dressed and ready for school”

That afternoon when I got home from school I found that my bed had been 
made and all signs of that morning’s accident had been cleaned up. By 
mom didn’t say anything about mw accident and I wasn’t about to bring 
it up.

Over the next week I wet four more times, prompting my mother to buy a 
plastic sheet for my bed and to start asking if I was dry each morning 
when I woke. When I got home one day in the third week of school my mom 
said that we needed to talk about my accidents. She said that she 
wanted me to try to wear some protection so that my bed would stay dry 
and so she would not have to change my sheets all the time. She 
suggested that I should try some Goodnites. I didn’t like the idea at 
all but she had a point. Feeling defeated, I agreed and we went off to 
the local supermarket to get my “protection” and the regular groceries 
that were needed.

At the supermarket after going up and down several aisles and getting 
various things that were of little interest to me my mom began to go 
down the baby aisle. My heart started to race as I felt as if everyone 
there knew she was looking to buy diapers for her bedwetting son. I was 
hoping that the Goodnites were in some other aisle like in the pharmacy 
or something. No such luck, right there next to the pull-ups and 
assorted baby diapers were the packages of Goodnites. After studying 
the packages for what seemed like an eternity my mom grabbed a package 
on the XL size and told me…

“See, they even make them up to 125lbs, so you’re not the only person 
your age that has accidents.”

I must have turned crimson right there, but luckily nobody was there to 
see or hear my moms comments. When we got to the checkout register I 
tried to walk ahead of mom and went over to the gumball / super ball 
machines at the front of the store. I just knew if the checkout girl 
saw me when she rang up the Goodnites that I would just die.

My mom paid for the groceries and began walking toward me, since I was 
at the gumball machines I guess she assumed that I wanted one and gave 
me two quarters to get two. I felt like a little kid but didn’t pass up 
the opportunity for overpriced, almost instantly tasteless gum.

Later that night at home around 9pm my mom told me to get ready for 
bed.

“But it’s the weekend, why don’t I get to stay up?”

“I didn’t say you had to go to bed; you just have to be ready for bed. 
Now get going before I change my mind.“ As I was walking up the stairs 
to get ready for bed mom reminded me.

“And don’t forget to put on a Goodnite.”

When I got to my room after the usual brushing of my teeth I saw the 
package of Goodnites. I studied them for a moment before putting one 
on. Here I was, a 13 year old bedwetting baby about to put on a diaper 
– I had hit a new low. After putting on the Goodnite I noticed how 
weird it felt to be wearing disposable underpants for the first time 
since I was four year old. Although the feeling was different and I was 
embarrassed, they did not feel uncomfortable at all. I looked at the 
pattern of ATV’s on the pants and wondered who, what adult actually 
thought this was a good idea. To me it just made them seem even more 
babyish.

After putting on my pajamas to cover by babyish underpants, I headed 
downstairs to resume my TV watching. Just before I sat back down my mom 
call me over to her.

“Did you put on the Goodnites?“ mom asked.

“Yes mom” – I said, rolling my eyes.

“Well come here and let me see how they fit.“

“Moooom!”

“Jason, come here or you can go to bed right now and forget about any 
more TV.”

Sulking, I walked over to my mother and she reached for the waistband 
of my pajamas.

“What are you doing?” I asked – in a shocked tone.

“Jason, settle down I just want to see how well they fit.”

Mom then proceeded to pull down my pajama to just below the Goodnite. 
She tugged on it on one side and then pulled it up a bit in the back 
and then said…

“Okay, looks good, buddy,” and pulled my pajamas back up.

I felt like I was three again for the third time today. Glad to be rid 
of the humiliation, I went over to the rocking chair, (my favorite 
spot), and resumed my television watching.

End of chapter 1

Chapter 2: Those Darn Leaks!

The next few weeks were pretty much the same, every night I would put 
on the Goodnite when I got ready for bed. Every morning just after 
waking up I would take off the Goodnite and hop in the shower before 
breakfast to clean myself up. Almost right away there was a problem 
with the Goodnites. I guess I’m what you call a restless sleeper and in 
my sleep I would toss and turn a lot. Because of this most nights the 
Goodnite leaked. I ignored the problem at first and would just make my 
bed despite the wet spots. But within a few weeks my mom started to 
notice the spots after changing the sheets on my bed. The plastic sheet 
had protected my mattress of my mom was nonetheless concerned about the 
nightly leaking. She commented that the Goodnites were way too 
expensive to have a problem like this. Not to mention it defeated the 
purpose of not having to change the sheets every morning. So within a 
few weeks of starting to wear the Goodnites, mom said we were going to 
try something different. Not really knowing what she meant I quickly 
agreed in order to get beyond my least favorite topic of conversation. 
Every time my “accidents” were discussed it reminded me of my babyish 
status and my goal was always to move the conversation on to something 
else.

That night around bedtime my mom told me to go take a shower before 
bed. I thought this was an unusual request since I’ve been taking a 
shower in the morning once I started wearing the Goodnites. Not really 
remembering the conversation from that morning I took a Goodnite with 
my pajamas to the bathroom and got in the shower. Once finished a 
brushed my teeth and got dressed and headed to my room where my mom was 
waiting.

“Honey, I told you we are trying something different tonight,” she 
said.

“Oh, yeah, I guess I forgot.”

“Go ahead and take off your PJ bottoms and I’ll help get you ready.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Sweetie, I got you some youth Attends. They are not pull-ups and I’m 
going to need to help put you in them at night.”

“What? Like baby diapers?” I said incredulously.

“No, there not for babies, they’re for kids your age - but yes, they go 
on like real diapers. As long as they’re put on right they will not 
leak at night and I won’t have to worry about changing your sheets 
every morning. And you won’t wake up with a wet bed, won’t that be 
nice?”

What would be nice is if I didn’t have to wear them at all – but I 
didn’t say that.

“Why can’t I just wear the Goodnites? I’ll just be more careful and 
they won’t leak.”

“Buddy, you can’t really change what you do in your sleep. Now, get 
undressed and we’ll get you all set for the night,” Mom said somewhat 
impatiently.

My mom was being particularly patient with me this evening, probably 
because she knew I would not like the idea being diapered by her. I 
could tell her patience was waning. Even so, there’s no way I wanted my 
mom to see me naked, something she hadn’t seen since I was probably 
five or six years old.

“Thanks mom, but I can do it, you don’t need to help. It’s no big deal, 
really,” I said, trying to sound mature as possible, knowing that with 
my mom it would probably get me nowhere.

“You don’t know the first thing about putting on a diaper, it’s almost 
impossible to get it on right unless somebody helps you.”

“Mooom! I’m thirteen; I’m too old to have you see me undressed. I can 
do it myself!” My tone was changing into more of a childish pleading 
now.

“You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before. Now, come on, it’s 
getting late.”

“Mooom, Please!” Tears started to form in my eyes and my voice was 
breaking. Mom just started to look exasperated.

“Jason, I’m not going to ask you again,” Mom said in that tone that you 
knew she meant business.

“Please mom, I’ll do anything.” – tears were flowing freely now.

“If you aren’t undressed by the count of ten I’m going to undress you 
myself. One .. Two..”

“It’ not fair!” I quipped.

“Three…. Four …”

“I’m not some little kid!” I said through my tears and sniffling.

“Five… six… seven… eight…” mom said without missing a beat.

“I’m thirteen!”

“Nine… ten.”

I was nearly hysterical by this point and put up little resistance when 
my mom took my arm and led me over to the bed. I’m a skinny kid at 
about 90lbs so with little effort she was able to make me move. Sheet 
gently pushed me back across the bed so that my legs were dangling off 
the side. Despite my continued pleas she hooked her fingers underneath 
the waistband of my pajamas and pulled them down and off my legs 
removing them completely. I half-covered my eyes with my arm, wanting 
to hide from it at all, but still keeping sight of what was happening. 
Mom folded my pajama bottoms neatly and put them on the side of the 
bed. I was already embarrassed - my mom had never even seen me with 
just the Goodnite on, much less what she was about to see. Mom 
proceeded to rip the sides of the Goodnites and quickly pulled them 
away from my body leaving me completely exposed in front of my mother 
for the first time since I was little. I quickly covered my now-not-so-
private area with my free hand. Mom quickly pushed my hand away, 
telling me she has seen me naked a million times. This added to my 
humiliation as I was pretty small, having about a half-inch flaccid 
penis. I had also recently grown two very sparse patches of hair, but 
they were barely noticeable at the top of either side of the base of my 
penis. In fact, mom was probably right, I didn’t look much different 
than the last time she had seen me naked many years earlier. As I 
continued to sob mom got some baby oil she had put with the new diapers 
at the side of the bed. I lay there frozen as she applied the oil from 
my belly button down the sides of my groin, carefully working around my 
penis and onto my scrotum. Next she lifted my legs by my ankles and 
bent them so my knees were on my chest. I had not realized that I could 
feel more exposed than I just had but this was the absolute worst. 
Looking underneath my arm which was still half covering my eyes, I 
could see my mother slip the diaper underneath my butt before she 
started rubbing more baby oil onto my bottom. I could smell the baby 
oil and it added to my utter humiliation as the oil smell was soon 
replaced with that of the baby powder she just applied to my bottom. 
Next, mom pushed my legs back down and powered my groin. Mom worked 
very gently but efficiently and had the diaper taped into place in no 
time at all, even though it felt like hours to me.

“There, all set – now that wasn’t so bad was it?” mom said as if she 
were getting me to try some food I didn’t want to eat or something.

I just lay there, too stunned by what had just happened, to respond. 
Mom took my pajama bottoms and pushed them over my feet and to my 
ankles. She then hoisted me up onto my feet and proceeded to inspect 
the diaper by sticking her finger into the leg gathering to make sure 
it fit properly. She then pulled the bottoms up and over my diaper as 
if I were a toddler who was getting dressed by his mother. I was still 
sniffling when my mother gave me a bug hug and told me that she loved 
me and that she was sure I would soon outgrow my bedwetting problems.

To try and distract me from the night’s events, she told me to meet her 
downstairs and she would have a surprise for me in a few minutes. Since 
it was a Friday I was allowed to stay up another hour so I went down to 
the living room where my dad was watching TV. Dad was keenly aware of 
what had just happened, and still seeing my puffed up eyes from the 
crying knew how I had taken it.

“Mom get you all taken care of kiddo?” Dad asked

I just nodded.

“Don’t worry about it, you’ll grow out of this soon – just try to relax 
and not to think too much about it. “

Unfortunately it was all I could think about, the diapers felt much 
different than the Goodnites. They were definitely bulkier and showed 
clearly through my pajamas. They did not feel bad but I certainly felt 
trapped and as if my shame were on display.

Mom brought homemade chocolate shakes for me and dad and it did do the 
trick. I loved the shakes and mom knew it would take my mind off 
things. After slurping it down quickly the only thing I felt was cold. 
My dad noticed my shivering and called me over to his recliner. He 
reached up and put me on his lap, and reclined in the chair. While dad 
was rubbing my arms to warm me mom got a blanket and covered us up. We 
watched TV like that for a while and dad started rubbing my back and 
neck, slowly easing the tension of the day. That was something my dad 
was really good at – giving back rubs. I don’t think I had gotten one 
for a few years now but was not about to complain about it as it felt 
really good, although it was somewhat childish. Within 20 minutes I was 
sound asleep in my dad’s lap. I barely remember him carrying me up to 
my room and putting me to bed.

The next morning I awoke to a dry bed, thinking I had not wet. I 
started to get up just as my mom walked into the room. The 
embarrassment of the night before came flooding back as mom looked at 
my diaper area and asked if I was wet. Then I remembered the diaper and 
when I actually thought about it could tell that while my bed was dry 
my diaper was soaked.

“Yeah, I guess I’m wet”, I said shyly.

Mom then checked my bed was happy to find no wet spots at all.

“Looks like the Attends did the trick, kiddo – did you sleep well?” she 
asked.

I had to admit I felt like I had slept all weekend. I usually woke up 
in the night with the Goodnites after wetting, since my bed would be 
cold. I always just ignored it but it was annoying. Last night however 
I slept all the way through the night.

“Yeah, I slept okay, I guess,” – I said not wanting to show any 
enthusiasm about my new nighttime protection.

“Well, come downstairs. I made a big breakfast.”

“Ok, I’ll be right down after I change,” I said, wanting to get out of 
the wet diaper.

“Come now, sweetie, before your breakfast gets cold. I’ll help you out 
of those after you eat.”

I didn’t like the fact that my mom was going to be “helping” me again – 
but was too hungry to mount any complaints. Walking down the stairs to 
breakfast I could feel the wetness and warmth of my diaper. I never 
left the Goodnites on for more than a few minutes after waking up and 
now felt pretty ashamed that I was walking around not only in a diaper 
but a very wet one indeed. I was amazed that they didn’t leak at all. 
Not even so much as a wet spot on my pj’s. Although every part of the 
diaper including the back was wet, there were absolutely no leaks.

Breakfast was great – eggs, bacon, biscuits. My mom is a good cook and 
my dad and I are usually spoiled into a big breakfast and dinner at 
least once every weekend. After I was done I usually had the chore of 
doing all the dishes. I got up to start my assigned task when mom 
stopped me and said that I didn’t have to do the dishes today. I looked 
at her as if she were an alien and she said, “Let’s go get you out of 
these things” as she patted my padded bottom. I walked upstairs slowly 
with mom trying to make sure nothing spilled out of my diaper – but 
nothing did, nor was there even a chance of it. When we reached my room 
I told my mom I could change out of the diaper myself. Mom said she 
didn’t want me getting pee on my bed as I took them off and proceeded 
to pull down my pajamas for me. Again, mom gently pushed me back across 
the bed, just as my heart was beginning to beat rapidly in anticipation 
of my exposure mom realized she forgot something.

“Oops, it’s been a while since I’ve done this - I almost forgot,” Mom 
said aloud to herself. “Stay put – don’t move a muscle.”

Mom then exited the room and left me to stare up at the ceiling, my wet 
diapers exposed. I took the opportunity to examine them carefully and 
realized that these would not be leaking no matter what happened. After 
what seemed like an eternity, but was only a few seconds mom returned 
with a wash cloth. As she pulled the tapes off both sides of my diaper 
I was hit with both the smell of stale pee mixed with baby oil and 
powder. I’m sure my faced turned a dark shade of red as I realized that 
my mother was going to be cleaning up my pee. Once mom had removed the 
diaper I got an instant cooling sensation as the morning air hit my 
moist diaper area. Mom taped the diaper into a square and put it on the 
floor. She then took the warm washcloth and proceed to wipe my groin, 
and butt clean of last nights urine. Once finished she stood me up and 
slapped me on my bottom playfully telling me to go hop in the shower. I 
must have been quite a site to see me briskly walking down the hall – 
naked from the waist down to get to the bathroom. I normally never even 
left the bathroom in a towel I was so shy, but I wasn’t about to take 
to time to put on clothes in front of my mother. Instead I made my way 
to the bathroom, covering my penis of course, to try to get away from 
the embarrassment of my nakedness.

End of Chapter 2.

Chapter 3: The New Routine

After that first night things started to change for me. I began to 
notice that both mom and dad, but especially mom, began treating me a 
little different. It wasn’t a vast change but little things had changed 
and mostly for the better. I always had chores to do around the house 
and the primary chore was to keep my room clean. I was responsible for 
making my bed every morning, keeping the dirty laundry off the floor, 
and even vacuuming my room at least once a week. After that first 
diapering though, mom began making my bed for me every morning, and 
within the first week she starting picking up my room everyday. Nothing 
was mentioned about this new turn of events, and I wasn’t about to 
launch any complaints. Maybe I was paranoid but I did feel like mom was 
taking care of me like she would if I were much younger. Although now 
that mom was not working anymore because of Dad’s new job she could 
afford to stay home and spoil me and dad some. Before the move mom had 
to work and really didn’t have time to cook or clean on weekdays. Now 
we had a full cooked dinner everyday of the week and I think mom was 
enjoying the fact that she could take care of me and dad.

After that first night it didn’t take long before I fell into my new 
routine. On school days mom would wake me up and remove my wet diaper, 
using a wash cloth to clean my diaper area and then sending me to the 
bathroom to take a shower and get dressed. Mom would even put my 
clothes for the day in the bathroom before waking me up so I would have 
them to get dressed right out of the shower. After the shower I would 
go downstairs for breakfast which was usually cereal that I got for 
myself. Now it was oatmeal that mom would fix and it would be waiting 
for me after the shower. After breakfast it would be off to the bus 
stop for school.

School was better and I had made a few friends. I often feared what 
would happen if anyone knew I was a bed wetter, and that my mother 
diapered me every night. There was not much chance of anyone knowing 
though; I guess I was always just a little nervous.

I usually got home from school at about 3:45pm, mom would be waiting 
and typically had a snack waiting for me, which was another welcome 
change to a kid who was perpetually hungry. After the snack it would be 
to my room to do my homework, that had never changed but when mom 
worked I usually snuck in some TV time before getting started. Now that 
mom was there she insisted that I get started on my homework right 
away. My homework usually only lasted about an hour and then mom began 
insisting on seeing it. I’m not sure why as I always had gotten good 
grades and did my homework. After checking everything I was free to 
play video games or ride my bike, pretty much whatever I wanted until 
6pm when dinner would be waiting on the table. It was nice to eat as a 
family and we always talked about our day. In the past if mom had made 
dinner I would have to clear the table and put the dishes in the 
dishwasher. Now mom would still make me take my plate and put it in the 
sink, but that was it – she did all the dishes and cleaned up the 
kitchen. After dinner it was always TV until about 8:30 or so when mom 
would announce that it was time for me to get ready for bed. This was 
one of the changes I didn’t like. Before my bedtime had worked its way 
back to 9:30, now it was 9pm but given that mom was now “helping me” I 
had to go upstairs at 8:30, followed by mom to get diapered for the 
night. Mom would always remind me to pee as I went into the bathroom to 
brush my teeth. I would come out and mom would be waiting for me back 
in my room with all the diapering supplies. Mom had cleaned out two 
drawers in my room to hold diapers, powder, oil and much to my 
embarrassment she recently added baby wipes. The entire diapering 
routine was still very embarrassing for me, but I didn’t argue about it 
anymore knowing that my mother would not change her mind and let me do 
it myself. When I came into the room I would undress myself down to my 
underwear and a t-shirt and then lay down on an old baby blanket that 
used to be mine and was now a changing pad that was laid out on the 
bed. Then as mom would talk to me about school, or my friends she would 
remove my underwear leaving me exposed once again to her. Mom would 
continue to talk as if this was the most normal process in the world 
between a mother and her son. Mom always started with baby wipes 
usually using about three or four to clean the front and backside of my 
diaper area. Next she applied the oil, followed by the powder and 
finally the diaper. Following the diaper mom would have me stand up and 
would hold my pajama bottoms open for me to step into. I feel like a 
toddler when I enviably have to put my arm on mom’s shoulder to balance 
as I step into the pajamas one leg at a time. Mom then pulls up my pj’s 
and then I held up my arms and she puts the top on for me as well. I 
never really agreed to this part of the process as much as it just 
happened and I was too stunned from the diapering each night to put up 
much resistance. By this time it was about 8:45pm and I was allowed to 
go downstairs and watch a few more minutes of television. At 9 sharp 
though mom would tell me it’s time to go to bed. Instead of just giving 
me a kiss and sending me on my way though she now followed me back to 
my room where mom and dad would tuck me into bed for the night.

The same routine was followed every weeknight; the weekends were 
similar but a little different. On the weekends I was allowed to stay 
up to 10pm but mom insisted that I still get ready for bed no later 
that 9pm. On weekend mornings mom would always make breakfast before 
waking me, which usually meant that I was still wearing a wet diaper 
underneath my pajamas at the breakfast table.

I was conflicted by my new routine because as much as I hated having to 
wear the diapers, and was humiliated by having mom put them on me, I 
did enjoy the feeling of being taken care of. The diapers were very 
comfortable and sure beat waking up in a wet bed every morning. Mom’s 
recent treatment of taking care of everything was also a conflict for 
me. On the one hand, I very much wanted to grow up and do adult things, 
but on the other I enjoyed being taken care of, not having to do the 
extra chores and even being tucked into bed at night – who wouldn’t?

So my routine continued, until the week before Thanksgiving. I got 
pretty sick with the flu or something and had to stay home from school. 
As it turns out I had bronchitis and just felt awful. Since I was 
pretty much in bed all day mom simply changed my diaper in the morning 
and left me in them to rest in my bed without having to worry about 
falling asleep and having an accident. I understood this and accepted 
it mostly because I was too sick to argue but also because it made 
sense. As I began to feel better though and wanted to get up and watch 
TV. The first time I got up I went downstairs and asked mom to help me 
with my diaper because I was getting up. Mom did the typical diagnosis 
of feeling my forehead and saying I still had a fever. What she said 
next really surprised me though. Mom said that I could watch TV but 
would need to stay diapered in case I fell asleep on the couch. I told 
her I was going to stay awake but just lay down on the couch. She said 
she was busy now and that I should just stay diapered.

“But mom, I need to go to the bathroom.” I admitted my face flushing.

Do you need to pee or poop? Mom asked, embarrassing me with the mere 
fact we were discussing my bodily functions.

“Pee,” I said impatiently.

“Well, honey just use the diaper, I’m busy doing housework right now.”

“Mom, I can’t go in my diaper, I’m not some kind of baby.”

“Jason, I’m not arguing with you – you can go watch TV, or go back to 
bed but you are staying diapered until you are better.”

“But what if I have to poop?”

“Then I will take off the diaper so you can go.”

“Ok then, I have to poop.” I said thinking I had just found my way out 
of this situation.

“Don’t play games with me mister, if you have to go poop you would have 
said so. The next time you ask you better be ready to go because I will 
take off that diaper and leave you naked until you poop.”

“It’s not fair”, I said knowing I had pushed to far and probably just 
made matters worse on myself.

I went into the living room to watch TV all the while the pressure was 
building in my bladder. I tried and tried to let go but couldn’t. 
Finally after 10 minutes I felt like I would burst and the pee started 
flowing into the diaper. It felt really weird as the diaper got warm 
and the pee spread across my front and then the diaper carried up my 
over my butt. I was so upset I cried softly until I finally fell 
asleep. A few hours later I woke to my mom shaking me. Time for your 
medicine, and it looks like you need a change. Mom followed me to my 
room where I was changed into my third diaper for the day. A little 
later I really did have to go and was embarrassed when I had to tell my 
mom I needed to poop. As promised she removed my diaper and let me 
walked naked from the hips down to go to the bathroom. Mom told me to 
call her when I was finished before flushing so she could see I wasn’t 
trying to pull any stunts. I felt like a three year old and was beat 
red when I had to call mom back into the bathroom to check. Mom just 
said ok and told me to go back to my room to be re-diapered. While 
diapering me she made a comment about me not wiping good enough and 
proceeded to wipe my butt with a few of the baby wipes. I just started 
crying again as I felt my mom touching one of my most private of areas. 
I was then re-diapered and had to stay in them for the next two days 
until my fever subsided, I was only allowed out of the diapers to poop 
and as my mother promised was left without pants each time until I did 
my business.

End of Chapter 3.

Chapter 4: To Grandma’s House We Go

The day before Thanksgiving I was feeling good enough to back to 
school, but because of the holiday it was only a half day. When I 
arrived home mom had already packed my bags for our trip to grandma’s 
house for Thanksgiving. Grandma lived about 10 hours away so mom wanted 
to make sure we were ready to go the moment my dad got home from work. 
When my dad called around 2pm and said he was about 15 minutes away mom 
yelled for me to meet her in my room. When I got to my room mom told me 
to get undressed.

What for?

Since you always fall asleep in the car anyway I want you to wear 
protection for the trip.

“But mom…”

“I’m not going to argue with you Jason, you know as well as I do that 
you fall asleep in the car. Besides I want to give you some cough 
medicine and that will knock you out too. Would you rather wet your 
pants in the car?”

She was right, it was even a family joke that I couldn’t go anywhere in 
a car for over 30 minutes without falling asleep. There was something 
about the dull engine and wind noise that always put me to sleep. So I 
got undressed and was oiled, powered and diapered in no time. I went to 
put my pants back on and mom stopped me.

“Honey, I’ve got your pajamas out for you, put those on.”

“Mom, I can’t go on a trip in my pajamas.”

“Nonsense, we won’t be getting in until well after midnight anyway so I 
don’t want to hassle with you when we get there.”

“But it’s two in the afternoon!”

“I’m well aware of what time it is, now you have a choice either put on 
your pj’s or you can go in just you diaper – which will it be?”

“Defeated I put on my pajamas I was walking downstairs mad at the world 
when my dad got home. “

“Hey champ, looks like your ready for bed, what’s up?”

“Mom made me…”

I was cut off by my mother who explained the logic behind diapering her 
13 year old for a car trip. My dad just nodded in agreement and said it 
wasn’t a big deal and at least I wouldn’t have to worry about falling 
asleep.

When it came time to go to the car I ran out as fast as I could hoping 
none of the neighbors saw me. I’m sure they wouldn’t have thought twice 
about it but I felt like anyone who saw me would instantly know I was 
diapered. This would have been true if they were standing right next to 
me, but not at the distance my neighbors’ were at. They just would have 
seen a kid in pajamas.

As soon as we got in the car mom gave me my cough medicine and about an 
hour into the trip I was indeed fast asleep. I woke up about four hours 
later when the car stopped. For some reason I always would wake up when 
my body sensed we were not moving, it’s like the car had me in a trance 
when it was going that was broken the moment it stopped. Instantly I 
felt my wet diaper and in my sleepy fog thought I had peed my pants but 
then remembered that I was diapered. Mom reached back from the front 
seat and asked me if I needed a change. I just nodded with 
embarrassment as she gave me the, “I told you so”, speech. Mom got out 
of the our suv and went to the back to get something as I realized 
where we are. We were at one of the rest stops that had both restrooms 
and a gas station along the interstate. Just as it was sinking in that 
I would have to walk from the car to the restrooms in my pajamas and 
diaper mom suddenly opened my door.

“C’mon baby.” Mom said

“Mom, I can’t go out there like this.” I said

“Don’t be silly, nobody here even knows you - and they won’t care 
anyway.”

“Can’t you just change me in the car?”

“I’ve got to go get gas champ, I’ll meet you guys back here in 10 
minutes.” Dad said.

Embarrassed I reluctantly got out of the car where I first noticed what 
my mom had gotten out of the back of the car. It was a diaper bag, 
plain as day a blue and yellow diaper bag with horses and stars on it.

“What is THAT?” I said, now getting frustrated.

“It’s your old supplies bag from when you were little.” Mom said 
careful not to use the word diaper to add to my shame.

“It’s a diaper bag!”

“Well, where else do you want me to put your supplies when we are on a 
trip? Now C’mon.” Mom said again as she pulled me towards the restroom 
by my hand.

“I’m not some little kid you don’t need to hold my hand.”

“Well if you would stop throwing a tantrum like a little kid, maybe I 
wouldn’t have to.” Mom said in the “don’t mess with me” tone.

My mind was spinning out of control as I walked to the bathrooms like a 
three year old holding mom’s hand. I hadn’t even considered where she 
was heading until we got inside the restroom building and I started 
walking to the right only to be met by my mom pulling me toward the 
left by my hand.

“Where do you think your going? I can’t change you in there.” Mom said 
in almost a whisper, but to me I thought it was way too loud.

Before I had time to respond we were walking right unto and in the 
women’s bathroom. I was so humiliated that I started to cry softly 
keeping my head down as I didn’t want to make eye contact with anyone. 
Mom took me directly to one of the stalls and closed the door. She saw 
I was crying and told me not to be upset, that nobody here knows me or 
will think anything of it. I continued to sob softly as mom pulled down 
my pajamas as I stood there and she had me hold my PJ shirt up so she 
could remove my diaper. After taking the wet diaper off she proceeded 
to wipe me with the wipes that she had in my diaper bag. When she was 
finished she asked me if I needed to poop. I did so she told me to sit 
on the toilet while she went to an adjoining stall to pee herself. Just 
as I was about to finish she came back to my stall and I opened it for 
her. She asked if I was finished and I nodded so she pulled out some 
flushable wipes from the diaper bag and proceeded to wipe my bottom as 
if I were a toddler that was not totally toilet trained. Next was the 
oil on my diaper area followed by the diaper since she couldn’t powder 
me standing up. She then pulled up my pajamas and pulled out another 
baby wipe and proceeded to wipe my hands and face with it as if I were 
a small child. Finally she wiped her own hands and opened the stall 
door. As I stepped out I looked up briefly to see and older woman who 
simply looked down at me and gave me a knowing smile as if she had just 
seen the cutest little baby. She did not say anything but here 
expression spoke volumes. Mom walked me back outside never releasing my 
hand the entire way. Dad was already all fueled up and waiting for us. 
Mom put the diaper bag in the back seat then told me to hop in. I spent 
the next hour or so just going over the events in my mind. I was 
totally humiliated by the experience but something in the back of my 
mind was also excited by the thrill of being seen by strangers in my 
diapers. Nevertheless I never wanted to go though that experience 
again, although I knew I probably would.

Around 1 am we arrived at grandma’s, or so I was told the next morning 
when I woke up in grandma’s guest room where dad had carried me in my 
sleep.

End of Chapter 4.

Chapter 5: A Thanksgiving to Remember

When I woke up at grandma’s I could already smell all the food my mom 
and grandma were cooking. I rolled over in my sleepiness realized 
exactly which room I was in. I was in the fourth bedroom at grandma’s 
house which was basically a nursery. My grandma had turned the room 
into a nursery when my older cousins were born, and just left it that 
way as there was always a small grandchild around. I was on one of 
those inflatable mattresses in the floor and I could see that my 5-
year-old cousin was in the Sesame Street toddler bed that was in the 
room. I couldn’t remember the last time I was made to stay in this room 
and was not happy about it. A few minutes later my mom came in and 
asked if I was ready to get up in a whisper. I nodded in agreement and 
she went over to my diaper bag that was in the corner of the room and 
began to get some wipes.

“Mom, not here - Benny will see”

“Don’t be silly he is sound asleep,” Mom said.

I was thinking about how crazy it was that I was embarrassed to be seen 
in a diaper by my little cousin. Ben was clearly in a diaper as well, 
but just the same I didn’t want my older cousins to find out about my 
nightly diapers and I’m sure Benny would tell. I just held my breath as 
mom removed my diaper and began cleaning me with a baby wipe. When she 
finished she told me to stay put as she grabbed my underwear and pants.

“You can’t take a shower this morning, as there are too many people in 
the house – so let’s get you dressed.” Mom said as she began pulling up 
my underpants.

“I can dress myself, mom,” I said defiantly. Mom just nodded and left 
the room, telling me to come to the kitchen for breakfast once I was 
dressed.

I had breakfast and in the early afternoon we had the big Thanksgiving 
meal. It was delicious; my grandma sure was a good cook. All of my 
aunts, uncles and cousins were there as usual, and after the meal we 
all went outside and played some flag football. This was a traditional 
game and most everyone played but the score was not really kept, it was 
just for fun. I was really enjoying being with my older cousins and 
finally felt like I was being included in the football game by them as 
an equal not some little kid. Mom was trying my patience as she 
constantly asked me if I was ok every time I would cough.

By the end of the football game I was coughing up a storm again. My mom 
heard me and called me over to her. She made me go inside and gave me 
some more cough syrup to try and stop the cough. For the most part it 
did the trick but mom was hovering over me for the next several hours 
as if I were dying, while other than the cough I felt fine.

Around 6pm my uncle started telling everyone to get ready to go 
bowling. This was also somewhat of a tradition for Thanksgiving in the 
family. Most everyone went bowling but grandma and a few of my aunts 
usually stayed to take care of my younger cousins who were really too 
young to go. When I started getting my coat on my mom stopped me.

“Where do you thing you’re going?” Mom inquired.

“Everyone’s going bowling.” I said.

“No I’m sorry but with that cough you’re not going anywhere, mister, 
especially not to a smoke-filled bowling alley,” she replied

“MOM, everyone is going.”

“I’m sorry, but I shouldn’t have let you play outside all day and now 
you are just going to have to stay here and relax until we get rid of 
that cough.”

“It’s not fair!” I pouted.

“I know - but it will be fun, Benny and Jessie are staying.” Mom said 
referring to my younger cousins.

“There little kids, how can that be fun?”

“Well we will make the best of it, I can’t help that you are still 
sick, but I’m going to make sure you get better.”

I flopped down on the couch, mad at the world and just got angrier by 
the second while all my older cousins went off to the bowling alley for 
a night of fun and games. I sat dejectedly watching television for 
about 30 minutes when my mom called out to me from the den.

“Jason, come in here and play with your cousins,” she yelled.

I just ignored the comment still angry that I was not allowed to go 
bowling. A few minutes later my mom walked in the room.

“Jason, did you hear me calling you?”

“I don’t want to play any stupid games with any stupid little kids!” I 
said in a typical pissed-off teenage tone.

“You better watch your tone with me, young man, here, your cousins just 
want to spend some time with you, and this is how you react? You know 
what? You can just sit in here and be miserable by yourself,” Mom said 
angrily.

I did feel a little bad about not spending time with my cousins, but I 
was mad at my mother and wanted to make sure she got the point. I was 
still angry about an hour later when my younger cousin Jessie, who was 
three, entered the room followed by Benny.

You wanna play, Jason?” Jessie asked in his small voice.

I’m watching TV right now Jessie – go play with Benny. I said a little 
more firmly than I should have. Just then my mom called to my cousins 
from the hall bathroom.

“Benny - Jessie - C’mon boys it’s time for your bath”

Mom was just walking in the room to get my cousins when Jessie 
innocently asked me if I was taking a bath too.

“No, I take showers; I’m not some stupid little kid that still takes 
baths,” I said prompting Jessie to start crying and my mom to hit the 
roof.

“Jason Michael!” My mom shouted at me. “That is enough! I have had it 
with your attitude, young man. You have been acting like a spoiled 
little brat all afternoon and it ends right now. Because of your 
attitude you will be taking a bath – now march into the bathroom right 
now and if you so much as complain one more time to me you will be one 
sorry boy.”

I knew I had gone too far but did not realize what mom was getting at 
until I got into the bathroom and mom started undressing me.

“MOM! What are you doing?”

“I said not one word!“ mom said as she started smacking my jean-covered 
bottom “ If you want to act like a child you will be treated like one.”

I started crying almost immediately, the spanking itself did not hurt 
but I always cried right away when I was spanked from the sheer 
humiliation of the punishment. After about 20 or so smacks my mom left 
me to stand there crying while she got Jessie and Benny undressed and 
in the tub. Mom then came to me and slowly finished undressing me until 
I was naked as a jaybird before I got into the bubble filled bathtub 
with my two cousins. I was totally humiliated to be sharing a bath with 
my two toddler cousins, but to make matters worse it became clear to me 
that my mom would not be leaving as one by one she starting washing 
each of my cousins. When she was finished with Benny and Jessie my mom 
started by washing my hair. Next she scrubbed my face - which I hated, 
then my chest and back. Just as she asked me to stand up so she could 
finish my grandma walked into the bathroom, as the door was not even 
closed. I quickly covered myself embarrassed to be seen by a woman 
other than my mom. Mom just laughed and said that grandma had seen me 
naked a million times and smacked my hands away so she could finish 
washing my private area. Mom continued by washing my penis, scrotum and 
even the area between my scrotum and butt. Grandma just smiled and 
said, “oh, how cute, my three grandbabies sharing a bath – I need to 
remember this!” she said and walked out of the room as if she needed to 
get something. Mom finished washing my legs and butt just as grandma 
returned with a camera, clearly intending to capture the moment with a 
picture. Luckily I was allowed to sit back down under the bubbles 
before she started taking pictures. What a site, a 13, 5, and 3 year 
old in a tub – I was totally humiliated. After grandma took what seemed 
like a hundred pictures mom came back in the room with some towels. Mom 
held out a towel for Jessie while grandma held one for Benny as they 
stepped out of the tub. After they were toughly dried they were wrapped 
in a towel and told to brush their teeth, while grandma helped. I was 
then told to get out of the tub and mom was waiting with another towel 
to dry me off. I was still embarrassed to be seen by my grandmother 
naked, but knew better than to challenge my mother at this point. After 
being dried I too was wrapped in the towel and told to brush my teeth. 
Mom told me to meet me in the room when I finished.

Mom and grandma had just finished getting my cousins ready for bed when 
I came into the room wearing nothing but a towel. My cheeks flushed a 
dark red when mom asked grandma if she could get me into my diaper for 
her. If grandma had missed anything when she saw me naked in the 
bathroom she sure wouldn’t miss it now. Grandma went to work by having 
me lay down on the sesame street bed that Benny was already in. Much to 
my embarrassment she commented on how she thought I might be getting a 
rash. Grandmas went over to Jessie’s supplies and preceded put rash 
crčme in the area between my legs and scrotum. Grandma continued by 
oiling and powdering me thoroughly both on the front and back before 
pulling my nighttime diaper firmly around my waist. After she finished 
mom held out my pajama bottoms for me to step into and proceeded to 
dress me in my pajamas. Once dressed, I was told to get into the sesame 
street bed with Benny.

“I’m sleeping on the air mattress?” I protested.

“Your uncle is going to need that tonight, so you will be sleeping with 
Benny, and don’t even start about the early bedtime because I have 
heard quite enough from you tonight,” Mom said sternly trying to avoid 
any further conversation.

I slowly got into bed next to Benny, who was already half asleep when 
mom and grandma tucked me in with a kiss each and then turned out the 
light and left the room. It was barely past 8pm but after the events of 
the last 30 minutes I was tired and quickly drifted off to sleep.

End of Chapter 6.

This story is my very first attempt at writing anything fictional in my 
life. Please send me your constructive criticism and suggestions. I’m 
trying to keep the story as believable as possible so I’m trying to be 
careful not to over do it, but all suggestions are welcome.

Also, Thanks for all the comments so far. I know that we don’t really 
know much about Jason beyond the diapers and hope to change that in the 
next chapter, so keep your suggestions coming as I do take them to 
heart.