CAUGHT IN THE ACT

Chapter 1

	At age 11 I found myself with an overwhelming urge to wet my 
pants, just to see what it felt like. I found myself fantasizing 
about it, how and when I would do it and what it would feel like. 
The one big problem, I lacked the nerve to actually do it.
	Age 12, I started to find the nerve. I had managed to rescue 
an old pair of jeans and a pair of underpants with a hold in the 
seat, from the scrap bag. I made a simple plan , I would do it on 
a Saturday morning while my mother was at work.
	The first time I tried I was unable to go, no matter how hard 
I tried I couldn't pee. The second time I decided not to go to the 
bathroom when I got up. I drank 2 glasses of orange juice for 
breakfast, and waited. By the time my mother left for work I was 
ready to explode. Even though I had to go so bad it hurt, I was 
still unable to pee. I walked around the house, played with the 
dog, and tried to forget what I wanted to do. It seemed as though 
it was never going to happen, I decided to just go to the bathroom 
and forget about peeing in my pants. I started to climb the stairs 
when I felt the first trickle, I stopped halfway and waited. I 
felt the warmth start to spread across the front of my pants, I 
couldn't stop if I wanted to, I let it go.
	I was so excited about what I had just done and how good it 
felt, I forgot about the pee running down the stairs. My heart was 
pounding from the excitement, I had just wet my pants and it felt 
so good.
	It took almost an hour to clean up the mess on the stairs. I 
had to make sure everything looked normal when my mother got home. 
I kept my wet pants on while I cleaned up, I wanted to enjoy the 
feeling as long as I could. Eventually I had to clean myself up 
before my mother came home. I washed my jeans and underwear in the 
deep sink in the basement and hung them on a makeshift clothes 
line behind the furnace. My mother never suspected a thing.
	I knew it was going to be easy the next time. Every Saturday 
I would do the same thing, except I was a little more careful, I 
didn't want a major clean up every time. The routine continued for 
months, I was having a ball.

Chapter 2

	I couldn't wait for my mother to leave for work. My heart 
would start to pound when I thought about what I was going to do. 
My mother left at her usual time, I was started down the steps to 
the basement before the door closed behind her. I was into my old 
jeans and underwear in seconds. I was able to pee in short bursts 
rather than a big flood. This kept clean up down to a minimum and 
made the warm sensation last longer.
	I was walking around on the first floor in my now very wet 
jeans. I thought I would get something to drink and sit in the 
kitchen and listen to the radio. I didn't hear the front door 
until it closed, my heart dropped. My mother came right to the 
kitchen, I didn't have time to get away. She stood in the doorway 
staring at me and shaking her head.
	"If I didn't see this with my own eyes I wouldn't believe it. 
What do you think you're doing?"
	"I'm sorry mom, it was an accident."
	"Don't stand there and lie to me. How long has this been 
going on?"
	"This is the first time, honest, it was an accident."
	"I told you not to lie to me. This has been going on for 
months, you do this every Saturday. The neighbors have seen you, 
the whole town knows by now. How do you think I found out? Mrs. 
Staylor told me all about it, she has been watching you every 
Saturday. Do you know how this makes me feel? The entire town 
knows I have a 12 year old baby boy living here."
	I knew I was in trouble, but I didn't know just how much. I 
thought I was going to spend the rest of my life confined to my 
room. My mother didn't stop yelling, she wouldn't give me a chance 
to say anything. I just sat down and listened, that was all I 
could do.
	My mother yelled, "You stay right there, I'll be back."
	She came back carrying 2 large bags, she sat them on the 
kitchen table.
	"I can't understand why anyone would want to wet their pants, 
but if that is what you want, that is what you'll get. Thanks to 
Mrs. Staylor, I had almost a week to prepare for this. If you want 
to act like a toddler, that is the way you are going to be 
treated."
	I didn't know what to say, I was scared to death, I didn't 
know what my mother had planned. I was starting to whimper from 
fear.
	"Don't you start to cry, I don't want to hear it. Take those 
wet clothes off and put them in the trash bag."
	I did as I was told, trying to keep my back to my mother, I 
didn't want her to see me without pants on. She was emptying the 
bags on the table, there was baby powder, diaper pins, baby oil 
and packages of Playtex Rubber Pants. She laid everything on the 
table, then picked up a white sheet with baby pictures on it, 
opened it up and spread it on the floor.
	"Get over here and lay down on this, on your back."
	I did what she said, I was embarrassed but I knew from the 
sound of her voice that she meant business. I found out in a hurry 
what she had planned for me, she took a diaper out of one of the 
bags.
	"Pick up your butt."
	I raised my butt and she slid the diaper under me. The baby 
oil came next, she rubbed it all over me, the powder followed. She 
spread my legs and pulled the diaper up between them, pinned one 
side then the other. I couldn't close my legs, the diaper was so 
bulky.
	"Stand up." she said.
	I stood up and faced her, she took a pair of rubber pants out 
of the package and held them in front of me. I put a leg into the 
opening, then the other without being told. She pulled the pants 
up and checked to make sure the diaper was not sticking out, 
anywhere.
	"You like just like a toddler. Now you can wet your pants 
anytime you feel like it. Don't you like that?"
	I was afraid to answer. I liked the feeling of the diaper, 
and I was sure that I would like the feeling when it was wet. I 
couldn't tell her how I felt, she was mad enough as it was.

Chapter 3

	I roamed around the house trying to stay away from my mother. 
Every time she would see me she would say something to embarrass 
me. I was on a chair next to the window in my bedroom when my 
mother came in.
	"Is my little baby ready for lunch?"
	"I guess so."
	"Come over here, I want to see if you need to be changed."
	She pulled my rubber pants open at the waist, ran her finger 
across the front of my diaper. She took her hand away and patted 
my butt.
	"My little baby is still dry and he doesn't have a poopy 
diaper."
	I just stood there, shocked, I never even thought about 
pooping in my diaper. I didn't think I could do that. I knew at 
that point that my mother was serious about the diaper punishment. 
My heart was pounding again with the thoughts of spending more 
than one day in diapers. As I followed my mother out of the room, 
I noticed the white pail next to the door, a "Diaper Pail". She 
must have put it there when she came to get me for lunch, I hadn't 
seen it earlier.
	Lunch was a constant reminder of my situation. My mother was 
not going to let me forget that I was in trouble and what my 
punishment was.
	"What were you thinking? What is wrong with you? Why do you 
want to do such a thing?"
	I kept quiet, I didn't want to add to her anger.
	"We will see just how much you like wet pants. You are not 
going to use the toilet, at all, your diaper is your toilet. Do 
you understand?"
	I didn't say anything, I just shock my head, yes.
	"I am not going to change any of your poopy diapers, you will 
have to do that yourself. I changed enough of your dirty diapers, 
I'm not going to start that again."
	"How long do I have to wear diapers?"
	"Until I think you've learned your lesson. I am going to the 
store after lunch, I'm going to have to buy you some pants that 
will fit over your diapers. You can't go to school dressed like 
you are now."
	School!!, I hadn't thought about school, I thought this would 
only last for the weekend.
	"Are you wet?"
	"No mom, I'm not wet."
	"Watch the tone of your voice young man, I'll smack you for 
talking like that to me."
	My mother cleaned up after lunch, told me to behave myself 
while she was at the store. She left and warned me not to go near 
the bathroom.
	I stood by the window, watching my mother pull out of the 
drive. I had to pee, I thought it would be better to do it when my 
mother was gone. I stayed at the window while I concentrated. I 
was watching the neighbor across the street, I felt the first 
dribble flow into the diaper. It felt so warm, I let a little more 
go, then I just let go. The warm pee ran between my legs, the 
diaper was soaking it up. It felt so good, I didn't want to stop.
	This felt much better than wetting my jeans, it was so nice 
and warm. At this point I had no regrets about getting caught, a 
wet diaper felt great. I walked around, went up and down stairs, 
and finally sat on the sofa, every movement caused a different 
feeling.
	I was watching TV when my mother came home. She dropped 2 
large bags on the sofa.
	"I want you to try these on," she said as she handed me a 
pair of jeans.
	I pulled the jeans over my diaper, I was able to button the 
fly and the waist. They felt a little tight in the crotch but not 
uncomfortable.
	She pulled a pair of overalls out of the bag and handed them 
to me.
	"Try these on."
	I took off the jeans and put on the overalls, my mother put 
the straps over my shoulders and buttoned them.
	"Don't you look nice. I tried to find a pair with buttons on 
the inseams, but they didn't have them large enough to fit you."
	I felt like a little kid, I hoped she didn't expect me to 
wear them to school.
	"Now get upstairs, you need to be changed."

Chapter 4

	I did not like my mother seeing me naked. At first I was too 
scared to be embarrassed, but now it was different. It took so 
long to change my diaper, I kept my eyes closed, I didn't want to 
look at my mother. She would take so long applying baby oil and 
powder. She said that she had to make sure every spot was covered, 
she didn't want me to get diaper rash. It was during my diaper 
changes that I started to have doubts. These doubts were quickly 
erased when I felt the diaper being pulled between my legs, and 
pinned.
	My mother took every opportunity to make fun of me. She would 
refer to me as the baby, or use baby talk when she spoke to me. 
The more she picked on me the more determined I became, I was 
going to use my diapers no matter what she said or did.
	After my mother changed me, I put on a pair of overalls. I 
decided to ride my bike to the park and asked my mother if I could 
go out, she told me it was fine with her. She also told me that I 
was not to try and take my diaper off.
	I jumped on my bike and started peddling, what a feeling. I 
couldn't believe how good it felt, every movement was a new 
sensation. My mosey neighbor was in her front yard raking leaves, 
I waved as I rode by. I wanted to go up and thank her, if she 
hadn't told my mother, I wouldn't be enjoying diapers right now.
	At the park I leaned my bike against a tree and walked down 
the path to the river. My friends, Steve and Larry were sitting on 
a big rock throwing stones in the river. I stopped for a second, 
not sure if I should take a chance of them finding out about my 
diaper. I turned and started back up the path.
	"Hey, where are you going?", Steve asked.
	I stopped and turned around, my heart dropped, I wasn't sure 
I was ready for this, but if I left they would know something was 
wrong and probably come after me. I turned around and headed 
toward them.
	"I didn't see you," I said, I climbed up on the rock and sat 
down. I didn't want them to see any sign of a diaper bulge.
	"Where did you get those little kid clothes?" Larry asked.
	"My mom bought them for me and I have to wear them," I 
thought if I blamed everything on my mother they would forget 
about it.
	"You look like my little brother. Co you have to wear diapers 
too?" Steve asked.
	I laughed and tried not to look too guilty. "I didn't know 
your brother wore diapers. How come, he's almost 6 years old, 
isn't he?"
	"Yeah, but my mom can't potty train him. She tried a bunch of 
times but it doesn't work. The doctor said there is something 
wrong with him and its going to take time to fix it."
	I wanted to change the subject but I couldn't think of 
anything. Larry wasn't interested in Steve's brother, he saved me 
by talking about something else.
	"Hey ,did you hear about Karen's dad? My mom told me that her 
dad's reserve outfit got called up, he has to go to Korea."
	"I wonder if he will be near my Dad?", I asked.
	"I didn't hear where he is going. Where is your dad?", Larry 
asked.
	I'm not sure now, he moves around a lot. The last time he 
wrote he was in Seoul, but he said they were moving north.
	We sat on the rock, throwing stones in the water and talking 
about all kinds of stuff. I had forgotten about my diaper until I 
felt the urge to pee. I was about ready to get up and find a spot 
behind the bushes when I realized I didn't have to do that. It 
took a little while but I was finally able to pee a little. It 
felt good, and in a few minutes I was able to pee some more, then 
the flow continued until my bladder was empty.
	I was sitting on a rock, talking to my friends, wearing a 
very wet diaper and nobody knew what I had just done. All of this 
was great, I was glad I had been caught.
	We talked and goofed around for a long time, it was getting 
late and I had to go home. I told Steve and Larry that I had to 
leave before it got too late, I couldn't be late for dinner. I 
jumped down off the rock and walked up the path to my bike. I 
stood next to my bike for a few seconds and peed again.
	The ride home was great, the wet diaper rubbing against my 
skin felt wonderful. I knew I was going to have to do this more 
often.
	The first thing my mother asked when I walked in the door, 
"Are you wet?"
	"Yes mom, a little."
	"Can you wait until after dinner to be changed?"
	"Yes mom." I was enjoying this too much, I didn't want it to 
stop now.
	I tried very hard not to listen to my mother's remarks. She 
would call me a baby and threaten to get me a crib to sleep in. I 
did pay attention when she said that I was going to have to go to 
bed early. I wondered what she meant by early.
	She took me up to my room after dinner and changed me, 
remarking several about how wet I was. I know I was embarrassed, I 
could feel my face getting very hot.
	"Baby shouldn't blush, mommy has seen you like this before. 
Now hold still, mommy doesn't want to stick her baby with a pin."
	She put two diapers on me, she said that they would be enough 
until morning. I was told I could watch TV for awhile before it 
was time to go to bed.
	I sat on one end of the sofa and my mother sat on the other. 
She took every opportunity to make fun of me. During a commercial 
for baby food, she said I looked just like the baby on the TV. She 
was making me mad, I didn't like being referred to as a baby. 
After a couple of hours she got up and went to the kitchen. When 
she returned she was holding something behind her back. She stood 
in front of me and held out her hand, she was holding a baby 
bottle.
	"Here is the baby's beddie bye bottle, I want you to finish 
it before you go to bed."
	"I don't want a baby bottle, I'm not a baby."
	"Any 12 year old who wets his pants and has to wear diapers 
is a baby. Now take this bottle before I pull down your diaper and 
spank your bare bottom."
	I reached out and snatched the bottle from her hand and said, 
"Damn You", loud enough to be heard. I knew I had just made a very 
big mistake. Her hand shot out and slapped me across the face 
before I had time to duck.
	"Just who do you think you are? Don't you ever swear at me 
again. I have half a notion to use a yardstick on you."
	There were tears in her eyes, she was so mad she was crying. 
I was mad too, I made up my mind at that point that as long as she 
called me a baby, I was going to act like one. I had that "I'll 
show you attitude."
	I stuck the nipple in my mouth and started to suck, it was 
warm milk. I hated warm milk.
	I finished the bottle and wet my diaper, then I was sent to 
bed.

Chapter 5

	I didn't sleep well, I'm not sure if it was a wet diaper or 
what happened before I went to bed. The first thing I did when I 
woke up was pee in an already wet diaper. My mother told me she 
wasn't going to change me until after breakfast. I could feel the 
soggy diaper sagging between my legs when I walked. I didn't 
dislike the feeling, it was just different.
	Breakfast was the usual, cereal, toast and juice. The only 
difference, my juice was in a baby bottle. After breakfast my 
mother took me to my room and took off my very wet diaper.
	"Go take a bath, you're not going to church smelling like 
this," she said.
	I wondered how I was going to hide a diaper under my Sunday 
clothes. My dress clothes were not as loose as my new jeans and 
overalls.
	After my bath my mother put a diaper and rubber pants on me, 
then watched while I got dressed. I knew she didn't really care if 
someone saw the bulge from the diaper, she said I looked fine. I 
looked in the mirror, anyone who looked at me could tell in a 
second that I was wearing a diaper. The only thing that helped 
hide it was my suit coat, but that didn't hide much.
	We always walked to church, it was only a few blocks from our 
house. By the time we got to church I was wet. I figured there was 
no sense in holding back, everyone would soon know I was wearing a 
diaper.
	I saw several of the women give me funny looks, but no one 
said anything. My mother acted as though everything was normal. I 
could feel my face getting hot, I must have been bright red. I 
tried to stay close to people so they couldn't get a good look at 
my pants. I just wanted to get to a seat and sit down.
	I had had to poop since I got up in the morning, I thought I 
would be able to hold it until we got home from church. I could 
feel the pressure building, it was starting to hurt. It sounded 
like the preacher was almost finished, I thought I could hold it 
until the service was over. Everything was fine until we stood up 
to sing the last hymn, I could hardly stand straight. The pressure 
was too much, I could feel the poop starting to push out, I gave 
up trying to hold it and relaxed, I filled my diaper. I pushed a 
little, a reflex action, and I was finished. I knew that I had a 
huge bulge in the seat of my pants, everyone was sure to see what 
I had done.
	My heart was pounding, I couldn't believe that I had just 
pooped myself in church. I had no idea what I was going to do now. 
I was sure that everyone in the church would soon be able to smell 
it and know what I had done. I wanted to put my hand on the bulge 
to see how big it was, but I knew that would be a dead giveaway. I 
stood still, waiting for the benediction. The organ started 
playing, my mother nudged me toward the center aisle. I started 
moving, I could feel everyone watching me as I waddled toward the 
door. My mother stopped to talk to Mrs. Jackson, I kept walking, I 
wanted to get outside before someone discovered the smell was 
coming from me. I found a spot outside, away from everyone, I 
stood with my back against the wall.
	My mother didn't say anything until we were away from the 
church.
	"Don't you think you could have waited?"
	"I couldn't help it, it was an accident."
	"Little babies that wear diapers don't have accidents, they 
just go when they want to."
	"I tried to hold it but I couldn't, it hurt."
	"From now on don't wait so long."
	I could feel the load in my diaper shift with every step. I 
wasn't worried about the bulge in my pants after we got away from 
all the people. I knew my mother was upset by the way she was 
walking, her feet were pounding the pavement.
	We walked in the front door, my mother stopped and looked at 
me.
	"Get upstairs and get out of that messy diaper. Dump that 
mess in the toilet, get in the shower and clean yourself. Don't 
make a mess in the bathroom."
	She didn't seem too upset then, in fact she was acting as if 
it was a normal thing. I couldn't believe what was happening, it 
was almost like a dream. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up. 
When I got out of the shower my mother was waiting to show me how 
to get most of the poop out of the diaper before putting it in the 
pail.
	After my mother put a clean diaper on me, I hung up my Sunday 
clothes in the closet and put on a pair of overalls and went 
downstairs.
	My mother's mood changed, she didn't say a word during lunch. 
This bothered me, she had to be thinking about something and I was 
sure I was involved. I didn't want to say anything, I didn't want 
her to get mad at me. I finished eating and put the dirty dishes 
in the sink.
	"Can I ride my bike?", I asked.
	"No, we're going to the city. I want to see your Aunt Rose."
	I didn't want to go, I didn't want my cousin Sally to find 
out about my diapers. Sally was a year younger than me, and a real 
pain. I tried to thing of some way to get out of going, but I 
couldn't think of a thing.
	My mother put some diapers, rubber pants, baby oil and powder 
into a bag.
	"I'm going to have to get a diaper bag for you, I can't use a 
shopping bag all the time. Do you need to be changed?"
	"No mom."
	"Get in the car, I want to get going."
	It was a 50 mile drive to my aunt's house in the city. We 
were almost there before I peed. It was getting easier, I didn't 
have to concentrate anymore, I could pee without even thinking 
about it.
	I was not prepared for what happened when we got to my 
aunt's. We were no sooner in the door when my mother asked me, 
right in front of my Aunt, Uncle and Cousin.
	"Johnnie, are you wet, do you need to be changed?"
	I was never so embarrassed, I wanted the floor to open up and 
swallow me. I know I turned bright red, I could feel my face get 
hot. My Cousin Sally started to laugh, my aunt stood there with a 
surprised look on her face. My Uncle George shook his head and 
walked away.
	"I'm ok.", I said in a low voice. I hung my head, I didn't 
want to look at anyone.
	"Don't sit on the furniture. Aunt Rose doesn't want any 
stains from a leaky diaper," my mother said.
	My cousin suggested we watch TV, I followed her to the den. 
Sally couldn't wait to start asking me questions.
	"How come you have to wear diapers?", she asked.
	I couldn't think of anything but the truth. I told her the 
whole story, I thought it was better than trying to make up 
something. I was also sure my mother would tell my aunt 
everything. Sally listened to everything, and seemed interested.
	"Do you like to wear diapers?", she asked.
	"Yeah, its kinda nice."
	"What did your friends say?"
	"I haven't told anyone."
	"Boy are you in for it. They're going to call you names and 
make fun of you."
	"I guess so, but I don't have much of a choice not. Mom is 
pretty mad at me, she says she is going to teach me a lesson. I'm 
not allowed to wear anything else."
	"Why did you ever want to wet your pants?"
	"I just wanted to see what it was like. I liked it so I just 
did it again."
	"I bet you're sorry now. How long do you have to wear them? 
Did your mom say?"
	"She never said how long, but she bought enough stuff, I 
think it is going to be awhile. I'm afraid to ask her."
	The questions continued, Sally wanted to know every detail. I 
asked her if she was ever tempted to wet her pants, she said NO. 
She thought doing something like that would be terrible.
	My mother called me and said it was time for dinner, and my 
diaper had to be changed before we ate. My mother used my aunt's 
bedroom to change me. She closed the door, no one could see me in 
just a diaper. I was glad, it was bad enough that they knew, I 
didn't want anyone watching.
	The rest of the day was uneventful, nothing was said about me 
or my diaper. We left early, my mother said that we had to be home 
for my bedtime bottle.
	The trip home was bad, my mother kept asking me how it felt 
to have my aunt and uncle know I was a big baby. She said she was 
going to make sure everyone knew that I was back in diapers. If I 
liked it so much, everyone should know.
	When we got home, my mother changed me and made me take a 
bottle to bed.