The Visitor

Summary: When Quinton was young, diapers made a bad impression on him. 
But, then, 5 years later, a strange visitor helps him regain his love 
of diapers.

	Hey, my name is Quinton, and I am 14. I am in diapers now, but a 
while back I despised bedwetters. I was potty trained at the young age 
of 2. But one time, when I was 5, I remember playing in a playground, 
when I had to pee. A Kid, stopped me, as I was inside a tube. He said 
do it in my pants. I did, and he laughed. I was sent home, and spanked. 
That's probably why I didn't like bedwetters. But this story is how I 
completely changed.
	I was about to be 11 at the time. I remember  being awake for 
sometime, but was too lazy to get up. It was just 2 hours till my 
baseball game, so I could stay asleep a while longer, at least. My dad, 
however, barged in and yelled at me to get up. I didn't even like 
baseball. But so I got up, and pulled on new underwear, and my baseball 
uniform. My uniform was tight on me, and I realized I had to pee. I 
tried to unzip my b-ball pants, but it was too tight. I yelled for dad, 
and even he barely did it.
	After I had relieved myself, I got some bacon and eggs. My mom 
said I needed at least 3 water bottles.
	Off me and my dad went, with my 16 year old brother too. He was 
really nice to come to my games. As I got there, my dad parked beside a 
kid named Sean. He was shy. But even through his baseball uniform, I 
could see the bloated diapers. I snickered. When me and him were in the 
dugout, I laughed at him.
	"Bedwetter! Hahaha!"
	"Stop it!"
	Suddenly, the diaper fell, and his pants turned all yellow. I 
laughed hysterically. He didn't get to play that day.
	The field was situated so that there was the field, and behind 
the far end, there was a huge forest; nobody that went in came out. So 
that day, I was up to bat. I made 2 strikes. And as I was about to be 
thrown a 3rd, I got an urge to pee bad. The ball flew over, over, over, 
and fell deep in the forest. Everyone yelled yea, but I had to go into 
the forest to get the ball.
	I still had to pee, so as I ran into the forest (and deep in) I 
tried to unzip my pants, but couldn't. As I looked around for help, I 
found I couldn't find the way I had come in. I kept walking and I 
tripped. Suddenly, I saw a man come toward me.
	"Hello, Child."
	"H-Hey."
	"Well, what do you want."
	"I- I want to get out of this forest; I have to pee."
	"Well, then do it in your pants."
	I followed him, compelled I guess to. He started a fire, and I 
could tell the sun setting. I mumbled something.
	"What was that"
	"O. I was- well I miss my mom and dad."
	The man then said...
	"I can tell that you have been hurt. You must learn to bed wet. 
It is fun, and if you do, I will transport you home."
	"No! What kind of person pees in-
	As I said this, He unzipped his jeans, and I gasped. He was 
wearing diapers!
	I whispered. "If I have to, I will."
	After that, we made a bond; a friendship. So for weeks I was 
taught to do so. But I never could. He was getting distressed, and I 
needed to pee and go home! One night, I was laying on my bed spread in 
the forest, when suddenly, it hit me. I lay on my back, and just 
concentrated. Pee rushed out!
	If that was not enough, poo plopped down in my underwear.
	I was ready to yell, but the man, named Carmon, was there.
	He grinned. "Time to go home."
	I suddenly realized what he had done. I would be sent home like 
this. He pulled off my pants, and shirt, and suddenly I was home. It 
was 9 am. Same time I woke up 3 weeks ago. I was in my underwear, with 
messed underwear. This was the beginning of something special. I became 
great friends with Sean. And I love diapers!