Steve's Diapers

	The trouble all started, I think, back in July when we 
got the dog. Mom had been asking me what I wanted for my 
15th birthday and I kept telling her that I wanted a dog. I 
could tell that she wasn't thrilled with the idea of having 
a dog around cause she kept suggesting other things that I 
might like (clothes, a new CD player, rollerblades, stuff 
like that) but I never changed my story. We finally agreed 
that if I had an 85% average at the end of my sophomore year 
in high school, that she would get me the dog. So even 
though I turned 15 back in May, I had to wait till we got 
our final report cards at the end of June to get the dog. 
One of our neighbors had a dog that had puppies in May, so I 
had them hold one for me till July. So now I was the proud 
owner of a black Labrador puppy, female type. She was so 
neat, and really fun to play with. Course Mom's rule was 
that I had to do all the work of taking care of her and that 
included getting her trained and housebroken. Maybe it was 
different when she was with her mother and brothers and 
sisters, but when she came to live with us, she wanted 
constant attention. She followed me around all the time - 
which was kind of cute. But she also had to be taken outside 
about every two hours or she'd make a mess on the floor. 
During the day wasn't bad, with summer vacation and all, but 
I really hated getting up every couple of hours during the 
night. After a couple of weeks of this I was really dragging 
- like I was walking around half asleep all the time. And 
that was when it happened the first time. I can remember 
getting back in bed around 3am after taking Penny outside 
for about the fourth time that night. I think I remember 
having a dream about swimming in the ocean or something, and 
then I woke up and the bed was wet and I was cold. At first 
I couldn't figure out what had happened and then I realized 
that I had wet the bed. Was I embarrassed - like I hadn't 
done that since I was a little kid. It really wasn't sopping 
wet or anything, so I took off my wet PJ bottoms and dropped 
them on the floor by the bed and kind of scrunched over to 
the side of the mattress where it was dry and tried to go 
back to sleep - till Penny woke me up at 5:30am, whining and 
begging to be taken outdoors again. So I got up and took her 
outside and then got back in bed and tried to sleep. The 
worst thing was not the having to scrunch way over to the 
side to get away from the wet spot, it was sleeping without 
my PJ bottoms. That felt really different - like everything 
just flopped around and rubbed on the sheets. When I finally 
got out of bed for good later that morning, the wet spot had 
pretty much dried up, and you couldn't really see anything, 
so I just made my bed up like nothing had happened and put 
my mostly-dry PJ bottoms in the dresser drawer and didn't 
say anything to Mom. 
	Everything was normal for a week and I figured that I'd 
just had too much Pepsi before I went to bed that night, or 
I was really tired from taking Penny out and I was sleeping 
so hard I didn't know what I was doing, or whatever. Then it 
happened again. The second time wasn't as bad - like my bed 
wasn't nearly as wet as the first time - it was more like it 
was just kind of damp. But I had still wet the bed again. 
What a bummer! It was kind of like that for the rest of the 
summer. I'd be OK for a week or so, and then oops! I tried 
drinking less liquids, and taking a leak just before I went 
to bed. I even tried setting my alarm to wake up around 1am 
to go and take a leak, but none of it worked. It didn't 
bother me so much as embarrass me. Like I wasn't really 
being inconvenienced or anything - but I sure didn't want 
anybody to find out about it. 
	Mom learned about it just about the time that school 
started in September. I guess what tipped her off was the 
smell. Like it wasn't really bad or anything, but my 
mattress had begun to smell just a little like the boy's 
urinals at school - you know the dried piss smell? She asked 
me what was going on and I told her. It wasn't the easiest 
conversation I've ever had with her. Don't get me wrong, she 
wasn't yelling or screaming or anything, but it's kind of 
difficult to tell your Mom that you've wet the bed when 
you're 15 years old! 
	She was pretty understanding though, said that it was 
probably just cause I was tired with the dog waking me up 
all night, or maybe I had just been drinking to much soda 
before I went to bed, or maybe I was just a little stressed 
out with school or something. So she told me just to get 
more rest, and not to drink any soda after supper, and 
things would probably be OK. I didn't tell her that I had 
already tried all those things and they hadn't worked. But 
the funny thing is that things were OK for awhile. That is, 
for a couple of weeks after we talked I didn't have any 
problems. Then it happened again - and this time I really 
soaked the bed - like it was sopping wet. I swear, when I 
woke up and got out of bed it sounded like the mattress 
gurgled. After that, Mom figured that I'd better have our 
doctor check me out. He did and there wasn't anything wrong. 
He said that these things sometimes happen and to just not 
worry about it and it would go away pretty soon. The problem 
was that it didn't go away. About once a week I would wet 
the bed. Usually I'd have some sort of dream and when I woke 
up I'd be wet. A couple of times I dreamed that I was going 
into the boy's room at school and I had to pee really bad 
and I had to wait for a couple of minutes cause there were 
other guys in there ahead of me and I was standing there 
with my legs pressed together because I had to go really 
bad, and when I finally got to a urinal and unzipped my 
jeans and let loose it felt really good. And then I'd wake 
up and I was all wet. A couple of times I woke up just as I 
started to pee in my bed but I couldn't stop - once it 
started, it kept on coming. 
	I didn't like school as much my Junior year. I guess it 
was better than my Sophomore year cause I only had one year 
of school to go after this year, and being a Junior is 
better than being a Sophomore, and LOTS better than being a 
Freshman. But there's a lot of pressure to get the grades, 
and the classes were a lot harder - so I was spending a lot 
of time studying and doing homework. I have a couple of 
girls that I'm friendly with, but there's nothing really 
serious yet. Mostly I hang around with a group of other 
guys. Like, we've know each other since we started school 
and are pretty good friends. One of them, Jeff, is almost 
more like a brother - not that we fight like brothers, just 
that we understand each other real well. So Jeff and I hang 
around a lot together and talk about things to each other 
that we wouldn't talk about to other people. One day I asked 
him if he ever wet the bed, and he said that maybe once a 
year or so he'd have an "accident." He said the wet dreams 
made more of a mess, though. And then he asked me why I 
wanted to know and I just said "..... just wondering ....." 
or something like that and didn't say anything else. 
	So, school was going along about as good as could be 
expected. And I was still having my occasional "accidents." 
Even with changing the sheets and everything, my bedroom got 
to smell pretty bad cause the mattress kept getting soaked. 
The minute you walked into my bedroom the urinal smell would 
hit you. It got so it smelled worse than the boy's rooms at 
school and they smell pretty bad. Like our school is pretty 
old and we have these radiators along the walls for heat in 
the wintertime and some of the guys think that it's funny to 
pee on the radiators instead of in the toilets so you can 
guess what it smells like in there. (Some of those guys are 
so gross. Like, one day I came in and three of them were 
having a pissing contest. They lined up along the wall and 
were seeing who could piss the farthest. Geez, the floor was 
all wet and slippery. I think one guy got it to go about 4 
feet.) Every so often some of my friends used to stop by my 
place and we'd go to my bedroom to listen to music, or trade 
baseball cards, or play with my SEGA. But I started making 
excuses not to have them over cause of the smell. I also 
started taking a shower in the morning before I went to 
school, instead of in the evening. Maybe it was my 
imagination, but I think that after spending a night on my 
smelly mattress I might've smelled a little like pee myself 
in the morning. In October, Mom solved that problem by 
getting a plastic cover for my mattress. That sealed in the 
smell. The only problem was that when I wet the bed now, 
there was less for the piss to sink into, and I'd wake up 
freezing cold, lying in a pool of pee. No matter how hard 
she washed them, my PJs and bed sheets got all stained and 
yellow. I asked Mom to be real careful not to let anybody 
else see them. My accidents only happened maybe once a week 
or so. And sometimes I'd be OK for a couple of weeks. So I 
figured that I could live with that - just as long as nobody 
at school found out about it! Actually, I think Jeff 
might've guessed what was happening cause there were a 
couple of times when I'd have him come over even though I 
wouldn't let the other guys and one time he said something 
like "..... geez Steve, you need to air out your room ....." 
Jeff was OK - even if he guessed, he'd never say anything to 
anybody. 
	It must've been in November when Mom suggested that 
maybe we should try something else. She said that since it 
looked like I might have an "accident" every so often, maybe 
I should wear something to contain the pee so that my sheets 
and blankets didn't get wet. I could see what was coming and 
I told her no way was I going to wear anything. We had a big 
argument - actually a bunch of arguments over the next 
couple of days. And it ended up with her threatening me with 
stuff, and me finally agreeing to try it once, but I wasn't 
going to promise to keep doing it if I didn't want to. 
	So she went to the store a couple of days later and got 
these diaper things for me. I guess I hadn't paid much 
attention to diapers before so I didn't really know what to 
expect. Like I kind of remembered cotton ones with pins and 
everything. But these were different - it was just like they 
had a seat, and there was a flap that I could pull up 
between my legs in the front, and there were two adhesive 
tabs that came around the sides and held everything 
together. The first time I put one on I did it in the 
bathroom (ALONE!!!!!) and then looked at myself in the 
mirror. It really looked funny - kind of like a very thick 
set of jockey shorts that came up to just below my navel. It 
felt really weird though, like I had maybe 10 or 20 pairs of 
underwear on at the same time. Really bulky. I could see why 
little kids walked funny when they had them on. But I'd put 
them on just before I got in bed at night, and then take 
them off first thing in the morning. And I'd shove them way 
down to the bottom of the trash so that nobody could see 
them. The funny thing was that after I started wearing them 
to bed I didn't have any "accidents" for a couple of weeks. 
I thought that maybe just the security of having them on 
relaxed me enough so that I wouldn't wet anymore. But then I 
wet myself one night. The funny thing was that when I got up 
in the morning, I didn't feel much different. It wasn't 
until I went to take it off that I found that it was wet 
inside. It was so absorbent that I didn't even feel wet. And 
what was better I didn't wake up freezing cold! After that I 
decided that it was probably better to wear the stupid 
things than to wake up wet and cold in the middle of the 
night. So for the rest of the fall I kept wearing them. 
	Come to the end of the year, and things were pretty 
much the same. I was surprised that I was still having a 
problem like maybe once a week or so. I had kind of figured 
that this was just a passing thing that would go away by 
now. Mom asked the doctor again and he said not to worry, 
there was nothing wrong organically and the problem would 
take care of itself eventually. Yeah, sure, like I was 
getting a little tired of wearing these things every night. 
I was ready for the problem to be over with like right now! 
	Jeff found out about my diapers over the Christmas 
holidays. I had owed him a sleepover for a long time but I 
kept putting him off for obvious reasons. And then his Dad 
was going on a business trip, and his Mom was going too, and 
Jeff didn't want to go, so he got his Mother to get my 
Mother to invite him to stay with us for a couple of days. 
The first night was OK, I put on my PJs over the diapers in 
the bathroom and got into bed right away. The next morning I 
woke up before Jeff did and had taken off the diaper and 
changed into my clothes before he even woke up. I had 
thought about not wearing a diaper for a couple of days but 
I was glad that I did cause I soaked myself both of the 
nights that he stayed with us. I wasn't as lucky the second 
night. He woke up before I did and he was sitting there in 
my room playing with my SEGA when I woke up. I figured that 
if I stayed in my bed he might leave the room but he didn't 
and finally my Mom called us to come for breakfast so I had 
to get out of bed. I had my PJs on, and Jeff might've never 
noticed anything even then, except that the plastic outer 
layer of the diaper made a little crackling noise as I moved 
and Jeff heard it. He looked at me for a minute and then 
swatted me on the butt and said "..... what goes on Steve?" 
I guess when he swatted me he felt it cause then he asked me 
what I had on under my PJs. So I told him that I had had a 
problem with wetting my bed and had to wear these absorbent 
things when I went to bed. I didn't use the "D" word. I made 
him promise not to tell anybody and he agreed. I kept my PJs 
on till he left the room though, cause I didn't want him to 
see what it looked like. 
	I wasn't sure, but in January it seemed like I might be 
having my accidents a little more often. Like now I almost 
never went for a week without pissing on myself in the 
night. And sometimes I would wet myself every couple of 
days. Mom just kept buying the diapers though, and it really 
wasn't uncomfortable or anything, so I just kept putting 
them on at night. The funny thing was that I kept waking up 
in the middle of the night with these terrific erections. I 
found that I could cup my hands over the part of the diaper 
that covered my crotch and rub up and down for a couple of 
minutes and I'd come. It seemed really weird the first 
couple of times that I did it, but then I figured that it 
was a lot less messy than having a wet dream. I got so that 
I was masturbating in my diaper almost every night. Jeff had 
asked me to sleep over at his house but I turned him down 
cause I didn't want his parents to find out about my wearing 
a diaper to bed. He told me that it was OK, he'd make sure 
they didn't find out. And I really wanted to get away from 
my Mom for a day or so, so I agreed. It worked out OK. Jeff 
made sure his folks never came into his bedroom after I put 
my diaper on at night. He was real curious about what it 
looked like so I showed it to him, and I let him watch me 
put it on to see how it was done. It felt kind of funny to 
stand there naked in front of him and then put the diaper on 
while he watched everything I was doing. I started to get an 
erection so I hurried up and put the diaper on so he 
couldn't see my swelling dick. I even told him that I had an 
extra one if he wanted to try it. He said no way. When I got 
up in the morning and took off the wet diaper, I put it in a 
plastic bag and hid it in my clothes bag so that his parents 
wouldn't find it. 
	By February I was wetting myself just about every 
night. I didn't do it on purpose, but I guess my body 
figured that as long as I had the thing on, that it was 
easier not to worry about holding the pee all night. Like I 
didn't have any trouble during the days, but most every 
morning I would wake up with a wet diaper now. In a way it 
gave me more freedom, I didn't have to worry about not 
drinking a lot of liquid before I went to bed, and there 
were none of those midnight rush trips to the bathroom over 
the cold floors. One night, just to see what would happen, I 
drank two whole 1-liter bottles of 7-Up before I went to 
bed. When I woke up next morning my bed was dry but when I 
got out of bed, my diaper felt like it weighed a ton, and it 
sagged way down in the back and the front. It rode way down 
on my hips and just barely covered up my crotch and kind of 
squished back and forth between my legs when I walked - was 
that a funny feeling. 
	Jeff was over at my house one day after school and he 
asked me if I was still wearing diapers and I told him that 
I was. He asked me if they didn't feel uncomfortable and 
weird and I told him that you got used to it - just like 
wearing any other piece of clothing. I asked him if he 
wanted to try one just to see what it felt like and he said 
no, so I said "..... aw come on, you chicken or something?" 
He told me where I could shove the "chicken" thing so I told 
him that if he wasn't afraid, why not try one. So he said 
OK, that he'd try one, but if I ever told anybody about it 
that he'd kill me. So he took off his jeans, and pulled off 
his jockey shorts, and I got a diaper out of the dresser 
drawer. He just stood there for a minute, holding it and 
turning it over and seeing how it was put together. I told 
him he'd better take off his shirt cause it would get in the 
way so he did and he was standing there naked and still 
holding the diaper like he wasn't sure whether he was going 
to put it on or not. I just said "..... chicken?" and he got 
mad and put it on. He had a little trouble with the adhesive 
tabs - obviously he wasn't an expert like I was by now. 
After he put it on he just stood there and looked down at 
himself. And then he walked around a little to see how it 
felt. After awhile he said "..... kind of uncomfortable but 
I guess you could get used to it ....." I asked him if he 
wanted a couple to take home and he got red in the face and 
said "..... no fucking way ....." I noticed when he took it 
off that he had this big erection but I didn't kid him about 
it. I didn't tell him but I got a real hard on watching him 
in the diaper. I don't know what it was but I was getting 
kind of excited. I don't think it was Jeff himself - cause 
he's a guy, but it was something about watching him in the 
diaper that got me all excited. 
	I think that it was in March that I had my first 
"accident" while I was awake. It must've been about 9 at 
night and I was sitting in the living room watching TV when 
all of a sudden I felt something warm and wet in my crotch. 
I looked down and there was this spreading wet spot on the 
front my jeans. I couldn't believe it, I had wet my pants. 
Mom was in the room and I was like, really embarrassed. So I 
mumbled something about going to bed and kind of sidled out 
of the room, hoping that she wouldn't notice the spreading 
stain on the front of my jeans. I guess she didn't cause she 
didn't say anything. I got to my bedroom and put on my 
diapers for the evening and hid my jeans under the bed so 
she wouldn't see them. The next day I got home from school 
and washed them before she got home from work. That would 
have been so embarrassing if she had seen me like that. I 
figured that if that was ever going to happen again, that I 
didn't want to get my pants all wet, so I started putting my 
diapers on as soon as I got home from school. I wasn't using 
any extra pairs or anything, just wearing the same pair a 
little longer. And you couldn't tell that I had them on 
cause I wear my jeans really baggy and low on my hips, with 
a baggy shirt covering up the tops, just like the other 
guys. 
	I never wore the diapers out of the house though. I 
didn't want to take a chance that the other kids would find 
out that I wore them at home. Like every so often we'd start 
horsing around at school or at the mall and somebody's pants 
would get pulled down. As long as I didn't drink a lot of 
liquids when I was out of the house, and concentrated on not 
wetting myself, I was OK. I never had any accidents but I 
got to tell you that there were a number of times when I had 
to make a mad dash to the nearest boy's room. Oh geez, I can 
remember this one English class. I got in and sat down 
behind my desk and a couple of minutes after the class 
started I felt a couple of drops of pee leak out of my dick. 
Oh shit, I couldn't wet my pants in class. So I clamped down 
as hard as I could, and I squeezed my legs together as hard 
as I could. And I thought about anything but warm liquid 
coming out between my legs. I made it through the class, 
just barely, and then ran to the boy's room. Just as I got 
in the boy's room I could feel warm liquid beginning to fill 
my underwear. I made it into one of the stalls and sat down 
and let loose. It felt like I was dumping Niagara Falls into 
the toilet bowl. After it was over, I dumped my wet 
underwear into the toilet and flushed it down. Luckily my 
jockey's had contained most of the pee so that my jeans were 
just barely damp and nobody noticed anything. Close call! It 
felt really different walking around the rest of the school 
day with no underwear on. Like when I put on the diapers, 
all of my equipment is kind of like, tightly wrapped up. But 
with no underwear on, everything just kind of hung down and 
swung back and forth as I walked, and rubbed on my jeans. 
Different. 
	 It was the middle of April when I had my accident in 
front of the whole math class. Like it was the last period 
of the day and we were all just waiting for the period to 
end so we could get out of school, when Mr. Richards asked 
me to come up and work a problem at the board. So I was up 
there working through the exercise on the board when all of 
a sudden I felt something warm and wet running down the 
inside of my legs. I tried as hard as I could, but I 
couldn't stop it. It just kept coming and coming. Pretty 
soon the pee had run down my legs and was beginning to 
puddle in my sneakers. So far nobody had noticed anything. I 
was trying to keep working the problem, and trying to stop 
wetting myself, and trying to pretend like nothing was 
happening, and hoping that nobody would notice. Then the pee 
started to run out and make a little puddle on the floor by 
my left foot. I heard one of the girls in the class giggle. 
Then I heard a lot of whispering and more giggling and I 
knew that it was pretty obvious that everyone could see that 
I had just peed my pants. At that point I figured what the 
fuck and turned and ran out of the room, out of the school, 
and home. Leaving a puddle on the floor of the math class. 
	Jeff came over to my house after school and he said 
what a bummer that must have been for me. I agreed - I can't 
imagine anything worse than wetting your pants in front of 
the whole math class. Well, standing up on the stage in the 
auditorium and doing it in front of the whole school would 
have been worse, but the math class was bad enough. Jeff 
said not to worry, that everybody had embarrassing things 
happen to them, and everybody would forget about it, and he 
was right. The other kids didn't kid me about it as much as 
I figured that they would. Some of the girls looked at me 
and giggled next day, and a couple of the guys got on my 
case, but I just said something about having had too much 
soda to drink for lunch, and this bladder infection, and 
whatever. 
	After that I figured that no way did I ever want to 
have that happen again so I started wearing my diapers to 
school. Like, the kids couldn't tell that I had them on 
because of my baggy jeans. And since I'm in honors classes, 
one of the options that I have is substituting an academic 
class for gym - so I did that. No way could I dress and 
undress in the boy's locker room without the other boys 
seeing my diapers. In a way, I feel a lot better about 
wearing them all the time now. Like I don't have to worry 
about embarrassing myself anymore. The only problem is that 
wearing them all day means that they're soaking up a lot 
more liquid now, so Mom got me a couple of pairs of these 
plastic panties to wear over the diapers. So now If there's 
more liquid than the diaper can hold, at least the panties 
will contain it. About a month after my accident in front of 
the math class, Jeff mentioned while we were talking that I 
hadn't had any more problems, and that he guessed that I was 
"..... back to normal ....." now. I told him not quite, and 
he asked me what I was doing then to stay dry all through 
the school day. I told him just to feel my butt, and he put 
his hand on me and felt the bulk of the diaper I was wearing 
through the jeans. He asked me if I was wearing them all the 
time now and I told him "yeah", that that seemed like the 
easiest solution. He just said "whatever" and we didn't talk 
about it any more. Jeff's OK - he doesn't bug me about 
things that are none of his business. 
	In a funny way, it almost feels good to wear my diapers 
and to feel the warm spreading wetness when I first pee in 
them. Like, the other day the Spanish teacher was chewing me 
out in front of the class cause I had screwed up what she 
thought was a really easy translation. So I just stood there 
in front of her desk and dumped this really big load of pee 
out into my diaper and enjoyed the spreading warmth in my 
crotch as she was picking on me. I was listening to her but 
I'm like thinking ".....Yo, if you knew what I'm doing right 
now you bitch, you'd pee in YOUR panties....." Great 
Feeling. Usually when I get home from school I'll drink 2 or 
3 cans of soda. By the time Mom has supper ready, I'll feel 
the pressure building up. When we have supper I'll drink a 
couple of glasses of milk and afterwards I'll get this 
feeling that I have to take a leak, like RIGHT NOW - but 
I'll hold it. As the evening wears on the feeling will get 
stronger and stronger and pretty soon I'll be really 
uncomfortable. Sometimes I'll let just a couple of drops of 
pee come out to enjoy the feeling of how hard it is to stop 
any more from coming. Finally, when I'm almost in agony from 
the pressure, I'll just lean back in the chair in my room 
and let it gush out. Oh wow, does that feel good to do that. 
	There is a problem in wearing diapers all day now, 
though. A couple of days after I first started doing it, I 
noticed this rash all over my butt. And then a few days 
later it started to itch and burn. I got this old baby book 
out that my Mom had used when I was little, and found out 
that I had a case of diaper rash. DIAPER RASH! A 15 year old 
boy with diaper rash! That's fucking unreal! But that's what 
it was all right. The book said that baby oil and talcum 
powder would usually take care of the rash. So every night 
now after I take my shower, I stand there in the bathroom 
and dry my body off. Then I squirt some baby oil into the 
palm of my hand and massage it into my bottom, and the 
inside of my thighs, and my crotch. I really like the smell 
of the baby oil and the way it feels on my body - making it 
all smooth and slippery. Then before I put my diaper on, I 
put some talcum powder into it and also rub some on my body. 
I got to be careful though, the other night the baby oil 
felt so good that I kept at it and pretty soon I had this 
huge erection and then I shot my wad all over the bathroom 
mirror. Speaking of jerking off, if I'm careful I can 
masturbate in class, and shoot my load into my diaper, and 
nobody ever knows it. I just slowly slide my hand down into 
my jeans - my baggy pants cover this up anyway - and start 
slowly massaging my dick through my diaper and pretty soon I 
can come. Sometimes I won't make myself come right away, 
I'll get this huge erection and then stop rubbing, and then 
when it starts to go down I'll rub myself just a little more 
to get it hard again, and I can keep myself just on the 
verge of coming for the whole class. When the bell rings to 
go to the next class I'll give myself a couple of hard 
strokes and I'll come in my diaper and then I'll get up from 
my desk and walk out into the hall with the warm sticky cum 
spreading in my diaper. I got to be careful though, when I 
did it the other day in English class, it felt so good that 
I let out a little groan and the teacher asked me if I was 
okay. I said ".... just a little indigestion....." 
	It's funny. Mom knows that I'm wearing the diapers all 
the time now and I thought that she'd get on my case about 
it but she hasn't said anything. It's just like she doesn't 
care one way or the other, or she thinks it's normal, or 
whatever. I had my 16th birthday last week. I've got my 
learner's permit and am taking driving classes at school. 
It'll be really cool when I get my license. Mom was asking 
me what I wanted for my birthday and I told her to just give 
me the money and I could pick out clothes, or CDs or 
whatever I wanted. She looked at me and laughed and said 
something about maybe I'd like a pacifier. Sure Mom, funny! 
	Well, it's June now and school is almost over with for 
the year. I was just thinking that it's been almost a year 
since I started having accidents and wearing diapers. Funny, 
seems like I can't remember what it was like not to wear 
them. The one thing that I've been really careful not to do 
is to poop in my diaper. Like the pee is OK. And I guess 
that I kind of like doing that, and how it feels. But the 
idea of pooping is kind of gross. When I get up in the 
morning, I'll carefully remove my diaper and try to have a 
bowel movement, and the same thing when I get home from 
school. The adhesive tapes on the diapers are usually good 
for one or two "opens" and "closes" so I can get by with 
just one diaper for the whole day. So far I haven't had any 
problems even though when I put the diaper back on it feels 
kind of cold and wet for a minute or two. But then it warms 
up and it feels OK. I've decided that I like the feeling of 
a wet diaper better than the feeling of a dry one. A couple 
of times when I put a dry diaper on, I'd pour a glass of 
warm water into it to get it nice and wet and squishy. But 
that seemed kind of like cheating. So what I do now is drink 
a couple of cans of soda an hour or so before I'm going to 
change my diaper. Then once I change it I can pee in it 
right away and get it nice and wet. Smart. 
	Darn, another accident yesterday. But a different kind 
of one this time. It's mid-July and school is out. Mom and I 
were shopping in the mall today when I had the accident. She 
had fixed some kind of Mexican food for supper last night. 
Some recipe she saw in the Sunday paper. Either it was a 
weird recipe or she didn't fix it right cause it tasted kind 
of funny. And I woke up in the middle of the night and my 
tummy felt kind of upset. But after breakfast I felt OK so 
we decided to go shopping. So we're in Sears checking out 
boy's clothing when all of a sudden I had this bowel 
movement. Like I didn't have any warning or anything. All of 
a sudden I felt this cramp in my stomach and there was a lot 
of pressure in my bottom, and all of a sudden something warm 
and firm just started coming out and filling my diaper. 
Like, even if there had just been a restroom right nearby I 
don't think I could've made it in time. Like I couldn't say 
anything so I just stood there and felt my diaper filling 
up. First it was just in back and then it started filling up 
around my balls and my dick. Finally my whole crotch was 
full of this warm, sticky stuff. Luckily we were almost done 
shopping so I just stood there and pretended that nothing 
had happened. You know, kind of looking around the store, 
and checking out the clothes, and talking to Mom, and all 
the time there was this big warm load of shit squishing 
around my crotch. When we got in the car I was afraid that 
some would leak out cause when I sat down, I could feel the 
poop squishing into the front of my diaper and bulging it 
out, but none came out. As soon as I got home I ran into the 
bathroom and took off my diaper and cleaned myself up. Boy 
was that a mess. I put on a clean diaper and hid the poopie 
one in the bottom of the trash so Mom wouldn't find out what 
I had done. And then I just acted like nothing out of the 
ordinary had happened for the rest of the day. Except that I 
had this big erection that was trying to stick out the top 
of my diaper. When I got into bed that night, and just lay 
there going to sleep, I kept remembering the feeling of my 
diaper filling with that warm, sticky poop. 
	It's August now and I've been having those poop 
"accidents" on a pretty regular basis. Well actually, to be 
honest, I don't even try to control it anymore. It's a lot 
easier to just put my diaper on and then not worry about 
things. Whatever happens, happens. At first I thought I'd be 
really embarrassed about the whole thing, but now I kind of 
like it. Like I found that I liked the feeling of the warm 
pee filling my diaper, and the warm poop squishing around 
doesn't feel that bad either. When I'm around the house now, 
I usually don't wear anything except for my diaper and my 
rubber pants. As long as nobody comes to visit that's OK - 
but there have been a couple of times when I've had to run 
and hide in my bedroom when the doorbell rang. Usually by 
the end of the day when I've been wearing my diaper almost 
24 hours, it's pretty full and sags down a lot. Usually some 
stuff leaks out of the diaper by then but the rubber pants 
catch everything. I can tell that Mom's not too thrilled 
about this, though. She's made a couple of remarks like 
"..... don't you care how you look.....", and "..... 16 year 
old boys shouldn't act like this....." I usually just kind 
of ignore her. Sometimes when I'm watching TV, if my diaper 
is really full, I'll put my hands on it and move it around 
and enjoy the feeling of it's load squishing around inside. 
That usually feels so good that I'll come almost right away. 
	I heard the doorbell ring right before supper yesterday 
and so I ran to hide in my bedroom. Mom went to the door and 
then called me. I told her that I couldn't come and to tell 
whoever it was that I would call them on the phone later. 
She said that it was Jeff and that he wanted to wait and see 
me. I figured Jeff was probably OK so I came out and said HI 
to him. He just looked at me for a couple of seconds. I 
guess I looked kind of funny to him with nothing on but my 
diaper and the rubber pants. And my diaper was really full 
so it hung way down and made squishy sounds when I walked. 
But Jeff didn't say anything and Mom invited him to stay for 
supper, so he did and we watched TV for awhile and then we 
played SEGA till about 10pm when he had to go home. About an 
hour before he had to go home, he looked at me and said that 
I'd better change my diaper cause I smelled awful. I looked 
down and there was a little watery poop leaking out of the 
rubber pants so I went in to the bathroom and cleaned myself 
off and put on a clean diaper. When I came out he told me 
that I smelled a lot better. He asked me if I was wearing 
some deodorant or something with a fragrance. At first I 
wasn't sure what he meant but then I figured that it was the 
baby oil. I'm putting a thin coating all over my body now. 
Actually, I hadn't planned to change my diaper till the next 
morning but if it bothered Jeff, I figured what the heck. 
It's funny, I hadn't noticed the smell but maybe I'm used to 
it. Sometimes Mom wrinkles her nose when I walk into the 
room she's in - and she keeps the windows partly open a lot 
of the time. 
	School will be starting in about a week and I was 
talking to Mom about finishing shopping for the clothes that 
I'll need. She asked me if I felt that I was really ready to 
go back to school. I asked her what she meant by that crack 
and she said "..... just take a look in the mirror, and 
think about how you're acting now....." I wasn't sure what 
she meant but I took a close look in the bedroom mirror. 
Guess I hadn't thought about it before but I do look a 
little different. I've spent most of the summer in the house 
so I don't have any tan and my skin is pretty white. I've 
just been sleeping in late in the morning, and then just 
wandering around the house with just my diaper (and plastic 
pants) on, eating and snacking and watching TV. So I've 
gained a little weight. Not a lot but my body is softer and 
rounder now. What with the soft white skin, and rounded 
body, and the baggy diaper, I kind of look like a big baby 
in some ways. So what - no big deal. 
	Guess that Mom felt differently about it, though. Later 
that day she got mad and said that she wasn't going to let 
her son act that way any more. And she had been nice to me 
and had ignored the changes. But that she could see now that 
that had been a mistake. And if I didn't care about how I 
looked and acted, that she did. And that I was either going 
to shape up or if I was going to act like a big baby that 
she would treat me like one. I said something really 
intelligent about how she was "..... fucked in the head 
....." Course that didn't do much to improve the situation 
and she got really mad and started yelling at the top of her 
voice and saying that she was going to take charge of the 
situation. When she gets like that I just can't talk to her 
so I went to bed. 
	When I got up the next morning, and went out to 
breakfast, I found that she had fixed oatmeal for me. If 
there's anything that I hate, it's oatmeal - gray shit! Mom 
was like "..... babies must eat what their mother's fix for 
them ....." So I had to sit at the table till I ate 
everything, and she washed off my face for me. Then she 
wanted me to sit on a blanket in front of the TV and watch 
kiddy shows for the rest of the morning - boring! Part way 
through the morning she brought me a baby bottle of warm 
milk and made me lie down and roll up in the blanket while I 
sucked on the nipple. This act went on the whole day, me 
just sitting around and being treated like a baby. The funny 
thing was that it didn't bother me. If she thought it would 
punish me, it didn't. Like it was strange, but if she wanted 
to take care of me that was fine with me. Better than 
getting into a knockdown, drag-out fight with her. 
	The next couple of days were even more of the same. It 
got so that she either wanted me in my bed napping, or lying 
on the blanket in the living room, playing with my (baby) 
toys or watching kiddy shows on the TV. She even started 
feeding me - like there wasn't anything that she'd let me do 
for myself. A couple of times I tried to talk to her, but 
every time I opened my mouth she'd say something like "..... 
baby must be quiet, mommy knows what's best for baby ....." 
so I wasn't getting anywhere and I just gave up. The first 
time she wanted to change my diaper for me we had a real 
battle, I was crying and kicking and everything, but she 
just kept at it till she was done. After that I just let her 
take care of it for me. It feels kind of nice to just lie 
there and have her take my poopie old diaper off, and clean 
me up, and put baby oil and talcum powder on my bottom, and 
put a nice fresh clean diaper and rubber pants on me. 
	Jeff came over a couple of days later and Mom let him 
in without even asking me if I wanted to see him. I was 
lying on my blanket in front of the TV and having my second 
bottle of the morning when he came into the room. He tried 
to talk to me but I didn't feel much like talking to him so 
I just rolled up in my blanket and turned my back on him and 
ignored him. After awhile he left. 
	If she thought that treating me like a baby was going 
to shame me it didn't work. She's been treating me this way 
for almost a month and I've just gone along with her. I 
don't even try to talk to her anymore. And it's easier just 
to crawl along on the rug now than to try to stand up and 
walk when I want to go somewhere. Not that I really want to 
go lots of places. It's so much easier just to lie there and 
play with my toes, or the warm, soft fluffy toys that she 
buys me. When she was shampooing my hair this morning she 
held up the mirror and I saw that my face is fuller now, 
kind of chubby with red cheeks and little dimples. Then when 
she was changing my diaper later on, I could see my body in 
the bedroom mirror. I haven't gained an awful lot of weight 
but I look kind of pink and plump and chubby now. Just like 
a baby should...............