Diaper Fever
Bryan Park

	Jesse Hardin stopped trying to pay attention to his teacher, 
and rested his head on the desk. Mr. Talbot seemed to drone on and 
on. He was teaching on one of his favorite subjects, the Battle of 
Waterloo, and Jesse was having a hard time getting excited about 
it. He was so hot!!!!! He felt like the heat was coming off of him 
in waves. If he got any hotter, he was sure that he would burst 
into flame. Well, he would have to make a beeline for the nurse's 
office as soon as class was over. Until then, Jesse would have to 
hope that Mr. Talbot wouldn't notice his disinterest in short, 
narcissistic Frenchmen.
	It seemed like an eternity before the bell rang. When it 
finally did, Jesse grabbed his bag and ran for the nurse's office 
as fast as his aching body would let him. Half way there, he began 
to notice a weakness in his bowels. This was rapidly accompanied 
by painful cramps. Jesse realized that he was in acute danger of 
soiling himself. He ran for the nearest bathroom, but just as he 
reached the door, an extremely violent cramp hit, and Jesse felt 
poop slide out of his ass and into his pants. He tried to stop it, 
but it was no use. It kept pushing its way out until Jesse could 
feel the weight of it in his pants. Just then, the bathroom door 
opened, and Dale Rodgers, one of the meanest boys in school, 
sneered at Jesse.
	:You going in there to wank yourself off, Hardin?" He mocked. 
"I bet you've been in the boys shower room again, checkin' out any 
bare ass boy you can find."
	Jesse prayed that he would go away before he had a chance to 
smell the contents of Jesse's pants. No such luck, he was sniffing 
the air even now. Jesse wished that the floor would open up and 
swallow him, but today just wasn't his day.
	Dale got a look of delighted disbelief on his face. "Hardin, 
did you shit in your pants? God, you really are a pervert." And he 
laughed all the way down the hall. Jesse knew that the whole 
school would know by the end of the day. He ducked out a side 
door, and retrieving his cell phone from his bag, he called his 
chauffeur to come get him. Hodges was reluctant at first, knowing 
that the master should be in school, but Jesse was adamant that he 
was very ill. He waited in the side entrance to the school. Just 
as Hodges pulled into the parking lot, another cramp hit, and this 
time Jesse didn't even resist He allowed himself to mess even 
more. This time, his bladder joined in the betrayal, and Jesse 
felt hot urine wet the front of his designer jeans and run down 
his legs. He jumped in the car before Hodges could get out, and 
made sure the divider window was up. He spread his coat out on the 
seat to protect the leather, and prayed that there wouldn't be any 
more accidents until he got home.
	As soon as the limo pulled up in front of the house, Jesse 
was out and in the house. He made it to his bathroom without 
anyone seeing him, which was a relief. How was he supposed to 
explain this to the servants? They would be sure to tell his 
mother, and that was the last thing that Jesse needed. He spread 
some towels on the carpet in the bathroom and began to remove his 
soiled clothes. He was so humiliated! Seventeen years old, and 
using his pants like a toddler. He ran the shower and climbed in. 
The cool water was heaven on his overheated body. He cleaned 
himself up, then lay down in the shower and let the water rinse 
the bad feelings away. The whole ordeal had left him unusually 
horny, and he began to stroke himself while thinking about Chris 
Howard. Chris was a really handsome guy in his English class. 
Chris was really popular, head of the football team and all that 
goes with it. The strange thing was that he was really nice, and 
Jesse didn't have the opportunity to experience much of that. He 
had to make an effort not to stare at Chris in class; everybody at 
school knew he was gay, and Jesse didn't want to get his ass 
kicked.
	He began to fantasize about Chris changing him after a really 
messy accident. First Chris would wipe him down with warm, wet 
washcloths. He would pay special attention to Jesse's genitals and 
his asshole. Soon Chris would have Jesse squirming on the ground, 
begging for more. With a wicked smile, Chris would start to flick 
his tongue over the head of Jesse's dick, and begin to suck on it. 
As Jesse started to moan louder and louder, he would take Jesse 
down his throat until Jesse's pubes were in his face. Then he 
would suck for all he was worth until Jesse came with a shout, 
sending spurts of boy juice down Jesse's throat.
	The mental images were so vivid that Jesse came in no time. 
He watched as his spunk was washed down the drain. Then he got up 
and turned the shower off. Grabbing the towel he had hung on the 
shower door, he dried himself off. He put his soiled clothes in a 
plastic bag. Getting dressed, he took some aspirin and laid down 
on his couch and watched TV. Soon he was drifting off. About two 
hours later, Jesse woke up to the feel of hot water running over 
his stomach. He realized that he was having another accident, and 
swore to himself. What the hell was going on? He had exercised 
perfect control since he was three years old, and now this. He 
changed his clothes again, and going into his mother's room, he 
reached into a secret hole in her desk and extracted a set of 
keys. They were the keys to her Porsche, and if she found out he 
had taken it, incontinence was the least of his problems. He would 
have to be careful.
	He got away from the house without being seen, and made his 
way to a drugstore where he was sure no one would know him. He 
studied the incontinent supplies that they had to offer, and 
finally chose some Attends briefs. He forced himself to take them 
up to the counter, where the clerk gave him a strange look but 
took his money and bagged his purchase for him. Jesse got out of 
there like a bat out of Hell. He threw the diapers in the seat 
next to him, and made for home. He parked the Porsche in the 
garage, but just as he was going in, he noticed some scratches on 
the side of the car. OH, SHIT!!! Someone had keyed the side of the 
Porsche. His mother was going to need one of the diapers, because 
she was going to shit a gold brick when she saw her precious baby. 
Jesse felt like sitting down on the garage floor and bawling like 
the toddler he had obviously become. His mother was on a business 
trip and wouldn't be back for several days, but Jesse didn't know 
if that was enough time to fix the damage.
	He went back into the house, replaced his mother's keys. and 
took the bag of diapers to his room. He opened the package up, and 
laid one of the diapers out on his bed. He knew how to put the 
diaper on because he used to help a girlfriend watch her little 
brother. He sat in the middle of the diaper, brought the front 
through his legs, and fastened the tapes on the sides. The diaper 
was snug, and Jesse was surprised to find that he liked the feel 
of it. He put his clothes back on and went to fix himself 
something to eat. He was still burning up and achy, so he just 
made some chicken soup. He settled down in front of the TV, found 
a good movie on cable, and was soon fast asleep.; He woke up a 
second time to the feeling of urine spurting against his lower 
stomach, but this time the diaper caught the flow. He let his 
bladder empty into the diaper, then feeling a bowel movement, he 
emptied that into the diaper as well. He showered again. When he 
was done and was dressed again, this time in pajamas and a diaper, 
he fooled around with different tasks until it was time to go to 
bed. He dreaded this time of day, Jesse felt like he couldn't hold 
on much longer. The not knowing why was killing him. The past few 
weeks had been hell, and Jesse couldn't take much more. He slid 
into a deep sleep, induced by fever and exhaustion.
	In the middle of the night he had a dream. He could feel 
masculine hands touching his body, he felt warm breath against his 
ear. Sweet lips made their way down his chest and abdomen, then 
began to suck his penis. It seemed so real, and Jesse was 
enraptured. He felt the pressure begin to build in his groin, 
until he burst with pleasure. In his dream, his lover swallowed 
all that he had to give, and sucked Jesse dry. Then he started to 
probe at Jesse's manhole with his own penis. Just as he was about 
to gain entry, Jesse woke up.
	Jesse was so caught up in the dream that he looked around for 
his partner, but he was alone. Alone. He had felt that way ever 
since... But that was too painful to even think about. Jesse went 
to take more aspirin. He went to the medicine cabinet to retrieve 
the bottle, only to find it empty. He went to his mothers' room in 
search of some more, but when he got there, the first thing he saw 
was her sleeping pills. Suddenly, all the pain and loneliness of 
the past few weeks came together and Jesse took the bottle without 
thinking. He emptied the pills into his hand and took them all, 
washing them down with water. Then he fell asleep in his mother's 
bed. 

Diaper Fever
Part Two

	Jesse woke up to a very bright light in his face. A whole 
bunch of men in white coats were gathered round, and Jesse 
realized he was in a hospital.
	"Shit, I can't even manage to kill myself," He said to 
himself.
	He felt like Hell, and he assumed that the doctors had pumped 
his stomach. He rested his eyes, and was soon asleep again. The 
next time he woke up, a doctor was standing by his bedside. When 
he saw that Jesse was awake, is face took on a stern cast.
	"You are a very lucky young man," The doctor said. "One of 
your maids found you in the knick of time. Another two or three 
minutes, and you wouldn't be here"
	Lucky me, Jesse thought sarcastically.
	The doctor went on to explain that they had indeed pumped his 
stomach, and Jesse would be fine. Since it was obviously a suicide 
attempt, the doctor would be forced to have Jesse committed to an 
in patient psychiatric hospital for evaluation. Jesse wasn't ready 
to hear that. He wasn't ready to bare his soul to a bunch of other 
teenagers, they would only mock and condemn him. The doctor 
promised to get in touch with his mother and let Jesse know what 
they decided. Jesse felt his stomach ache at the thought of his 
mother's involvement in this situation. The doctor then explained 
that Jesse was also sick with a disease, when he said the name, 
Jesse didn't even try to remember it. The disease attacked the 
sphincter muscles of the bowel and bladder, causing incontinence. 
The doctor had no way of telling Jesse how long the incontinence 
would last. Jesse felt the soggy weight of his wet diaper and 
wished that the pills had worked He wished even harder when a 
nurse came in to change him.
	True to his word, their doctor tracked his mother down, 
explained why Jesse was in the hospital, and recommended a plan of 
treatment. He knew of a spectacular facility that did wonders with 
young people. He could have Jesse admitted in the morning. Mrs. 
Hardin, once she got over her initial shock, assured the doctor 
that anything he recommended was fine with her, as far as she was 
concerned, Jesse was just seeking attention. The doctor sternly 
reminded her that her son had almost died. Mrs. Hardin advised him 
to do what he saw fit, and to let her secretary know the details, 
then she hung up. The doctor was left with no doubt that she was 
at least part of the reason that Jesse was suicidal. He'd want to 
kill himself, too, if he had a mother like that. Well, his part of 
the job was done, it was up to the shrinks to figure out what made 
Jesse tick. He called the facility and made arrangements to have 
Jesse admitted as early as possible tomorrow. Jesse woke up the 
next morning in a state of dread. There was no way this was going 
to work, as soon as the other kids on the unit found out that 
Jesse was gay, it would all be over. Since Jesse was not very 
masculine, it was only a matter of time. The nurse came in to 
diaper him, and Jesse finished getting ready. A car from the 
hospital was coming to get him. He sat down to wait. About an hour 
later, a slender young guy walked into the reception area that 
Jesse was waiting in. He asked the nurse at the desk something, 
and the nurse pointed right at Jesse. Jesse got his first good 
look at the man, and his heart almost stopped. It was Corey 
Howard, Chris' brother!!! He looked exactly like Chris, or rather 
Chris looked like him. The same silky dark brown hair, the same 
athletic body, the same liquid brown eyes, the same red lips that 
formed a bow. He had been the bane of Jesse's freshman year. Corey 
obviously recognized him, yet it was evident that he had change. A 
lot. He greeted Jesse with a warm smile.
	"Hi, Jesse." He said. "You sure have changed a lot."
	Jesse blushed. "Thanks."
	Corey spoke with the nurse at the desk, and then they were 
out of there. Jesse asked about stopping by the house to get 
clothes, but Corey assured him that had been taken care of. They 
drove to the psyche hospital in silence, until Corey broke it by 
saying, "Jesse, I'm really sorry about how I treated you when we 
were in school together. I was pretty messed up back then. Things 
have really changed for me, and I realize how much I must have 
hurt you. Can you forgive me?"
	Jesse was floored. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. 
Corey use to tease him about being gay, making passes at Jesse 
just to mock him. The fact that Jesse had a wild crush on the 
older boy had made it hurt all the more. He didn't say anything, 
and Corey accepted his silence.
	"Well," he said, "maybe we can talk more about it in group. 
I'm a tech at the hospital, and you'll be in my group with Darryl. 
Darryl will be your therapist, he's a neat guy."
	They pulled up in front of a huge red brick building, and 
Jesse wet his pants, he was so nervous, He prayed that he wouldn't 
leak. Corey led him through the reception area, to an office. The 
name plate said Darryl Sims, and Corey knocked on the door. A deep 
voice urged them to come in. Corey grinned at the older man seated 
at the desk. "I've brought your next victim." he joked.
The man smiled warmly at Jesse. "Pay no attention to him, he's 
full of hot air. Welcome to Shady Meadows, Jesse. We hope that we 
can help you here."
	Jesse felt his heart lurch. If he had had a father, Jesse 
would want him to be exactly like this man. He shook Darryl's 
hand, and sat down to fill out paperwork. Corey left to tend to 
things on the unit, but he promised Jesse he would be back. Jesse 
couldn't get over how much he had changed. He had become the 
sweet, caring person that Jesse had imagined him to be all along.
	Darryl led him through the paperwork, and assured Jesse that 
he would have no problems on the unit. He told Jesse that several 
of his patients had suffered from incontinence. The techs would 
help him with changes, and the rest of the kids would prove to be 
supportive. He just had to give them a chance. He tried to get 
Jesse to open up a little bit, and Jesse felt so comfortable with 
him that he did. He told Darryl that he was gay, and waited for 
the censure. Instead, Darryl looked him in the eye and assured him 
that on this unit, people were not downed for their choice of 
love. Jesse began to feel that this might work out after all. It 
had to be better that the isolation that he had felt for the past 
several weeks.
	Corey came back to take him to his room, and once there, 
Jesse saw the suitcase that Hodges had dropped off for him. Corey 
had already gone through it, that was hospital policy. Corey 
apologetically told Jesse that since he had used drugs to try and 
kill himself, he would have to be stripped searched. Jesse flamed 
beet red. The fact that he was wearing a wet diaper made it even 
worse. He started to take off his clothes, and Corey searched 
through them while Jesse took his diaper off. Corey instructed him 
to spread his butt cheeks, while Corey slipped on some latex 
gloves and probed the recesses of Jesse's ass to make sure there 
was nothing hidden there. Corey was very gentle, and Jesse wanted 
to die when he got hard as a rock. Corey dismissed his 
embarrassment, saying that it happened anytime he did it to a guy. 
He went into the bathroom and washed his hands, then diapered 
Jesse on the bed. Then Jesse finished getting dressed. Corey 
explained what the hospital schedule was like, and then said that 
it was time to eat lunch. He took Jesse out in the hall, where 
several kids were gathered, and Jesse was introduced around. All 
the kids were really nice. One was in a wheel chair, paralyzed 
from the waist down. He turned out to be Jesse's roommate. His 
name was Kevin, and let Jesse wheel him to the cafeteria. The two 
boys sat at a table with Corey and a few other kids and munched on 
hamburgers and fries. The food was actually pretty good. When they 
had finished eating, Kevin got a strange look on his face and let 
out a grunt. He smiled at Corey.
	"I've got a surprise for you, Chief." It was what all the 
kids called Corey. Jesse noticed that they were very fond of him.
	Corey tousled Kevin's hair and said, "I guess I better get 
you back then," He wheeled the boy back to the unit. Greg, another 
tech, answered Jesse's unasked question.
	"He's incontinent, Jesse. He was in a accident, a drunk 
driver hit him and his mother head-on. His mother was killed. He 
was very bitter when he came to us. He's made a lot of progress. 
You're lucky to be with him."
	Jesse spent the rest of the day getting to know the program 
and the other kids. True to what he had been told, no one made an 
issue out of his incontinence, which was pretty obvious. Anytime 
he need a change, Greg or Corey would change him. He got to know 
the techs on the other shifts as well. That afternoon, as Jesse 
tried to nap for a few minutes, there was a knock on the door. It 
opened to reveal Corey. He came in and sat on the side of the bed.
	"Jesse, there's something I want to talk to you about. I 
really feel bad about what I did back in school, and I thought 
maybe if you knew why I did it, you would understand." He had 
Jesse's full attention. "You see, Jesse, I'm gay."

Diaper Fever
Part Three

	He had been able to fool everybody. All through high school, 
Corey had had it all: popularity, girls, athletic ability, looks. 
But every time that Corey had been with a girl, it had been as 
functional as going to the bathroom. There had been so many times 
when he had feared impotence. He had used images of his team mates 
to keep himself aroused. Part of the mask was making fun of 
homosexuals, and that had been the deal with Jesse. He had pulled 
the wool over everyone's eyes until shortly before the end of his 
senior year.
	A few weeks before graduation, one of the members of the 
football team invited Corey over to study. Eric was someone that 
Corey had been friends with since Junior high. True, he had always 
used every available pretext to touch Corey, and Corey used to 
find Eric staring at him in the shower room. So Corey was a little 
gun shy, but he went anyway. Halfway between the Norman Conquest 
of England and the Elizabethan Age, Eric had leaned over and 
touched his lips to Corey's. When Corey didn't rip his tongue out 
and choke him with it, he deepened the kiss, using his tongue to 
explore the mysteries of Corey's mouth. Then, without a word, he 
got up and slowly undressed himself. When he was completely naked, 
he gently stood Corey up and undressed him. Both boys were totally 
enraptured, seeing each other up close. Eric leaned over for 
another kiss, and as he did so, the tip of his penis grazed 
Corey's. Desire shot through both of them like a brush fire, and 
Eric begged Corey to take him up the ass. Corey was so horny that 
he was trembling, and at that point it was easy to agree. Neither 
of the boys worried about protection, it was the first time for 
both of them. Eric lay across the width of the bed, so his feet 
were planted on the floor. He tucked some pillows under the small 
of his back to raise his ass off the bed. Corey took Vaseline and 
massaged some of it into Eric's hole, while Eric moaned with 
pleasure. Then he rubbed some on his own erection. Standing 
between Eric's raised legs, he pressed the tip of his penis into 
Eric's hole. Bit by bit he pressed, warning Eric to breath as he 
went in. Corey was overwhelmed by the heat inside Eric, by the 
velvety softness. He felt himself pop into place, and let Eric 
have a minute to adjust to his size. Then he began to rock back 
and forth. Eric wrapped his legs around Corey, and Corey wrapped 
his arms around Eric's chest. Corey continued to move his hips, 
gently at first, but harder as the pressure grew. The feeling of 
clutching the other while being joined at strategic spot sent both 
boys over the edge in no time. Corey pulled a out and sat down on 
the floor, his legs were shaking so bad that they wouldn't hold 
him up any longer.
	As soon as he caught his breath, Corey knew his cover was 
blown. His illusions lay in shards at his feet. He got cleaned up 
and dressed, and ran like hell. He lay that night in bed, the 
tears running down his face. Eric tried to get in touch with him. 
He begged Corey for the chance to pursue whatever they had 
together. Corey had nothing to say to him. Two days before finals, 
it was announced at school that Eric had taken a gun to his head.
	The next few days were a nightmare for Corey. He managed to 
get through finals and graduation by the skin of his teeth. The 
Sunday night after graduation, Corey stole some sleeping pills 
from his mother's medicine cabinet and took the whole bottle. His 
little brother Chris found him passed out in bed, and when he 
found the bottle of pills, he panicked and called 911. Pleading 
with Corey not to die, he rode with him to the hospital, where 
they were met by their mother's sister, their Aunt Brenda. She had 
been Corey's favorite aunt, but in his denial he had distanced 
himself from everybody but Chris.
	She was the first person that Corey saw when he woke up. He 
blinked his eyes, and saw the tears running down her face. "Corey 
Matthews," she said, "if you ever try anything like that again, 
I'll finish the job myself." Then she burst into (incomplete)