Camp Diaper

Chapter One

	Real funny joke. My parents are so funny. As a 
punishment for not keeping my bathroom clean, they are 
sending me to a summer camp. Not just any summer camp 
though, get this: they are sending me to a summer camp for 
people who have bowel incontinence. I'm on the bus right 
now and I'm not sure exactly what's going to happen, but 
the camp can't be more than fifteen minutes away. My 
parents are so stupid, if they really wanted to scare me by 
sending me here, they really should have at least put 
enough effort into the prank to pack me a bag.
	At least that's what I thought right up until I got 
off the bus. As I was nearing the exit of the bus I was 
looking out the window for my parents. Maybe they had come 
to pick me up. Couldn't see them. I stepped off the bus and 
my hand was grabbed by somebody who looked as if he had 
just graduated high school. He could have been older but it 
didn't seem like it. I am sixteen myself and he didn't look 
that much older than I do... of course, I'm probably the 
oldest kid here, most of the others look about 14 or 15. As 
all of these age comparisons were floating through my mind 
I was being led with a teenager in the counselor's (at 
least I guess he's a counselor) other hand next to me. Now, 
I have been to a few camps and I knew very well that this 
was not typical opening day behavior.
	He led me and the other camper into a cabin which had 
probably 10 beds in it, and was quickly filling with 
campers and counselors in the same fashion as us. I decided 
that this was the perfect time to register my complaint.
	"I hate to cause a problem but I'm not supposed to be 
here. This is all an elaborate joke that my parents pulled 
on me, and I should probably go find them."
	We continued on until we reached two empty beds where 
the person dragging us stopped and addressed my inquiry: 
"expensive joke... But there isn't anything I can do about 
it until I get you guys registered and ready. After that 
you'll have an opportunity to sort things out." He was the 
quintessential camp counselor, with abundant sandy fairly 
wavy hair, baggy fairly dirty khaki shorts, and a red camp 
shirt on. He had acquired quite a tan from his job and 
seemed from his appearance to be fairly versed in hiking, 
backpacking, and all manner of camp activities. As he let 
go of our hands he took of his big backpack.
	"Just take a seat on that bed and I'll help ya out in 
a sec," he said to the other kid who had tagged along with 
us involuntarily. Then he looked towards me and said, 
"could you do me a favor and reach for the ceiling?"
	I found it an odd request and wondered why he had made 
it, but I did as he asked. Once my hands where above my 
shoulders he took a hold of my shorts and yanked them down 
to my knees taking my boxers down with them. The instant 
this happened my hands shot down and grabbed my shorts.
	"Look, I don't want this to be difficult. I can call 
over some other counselors to make this easier if you are 
gonna cause trouble. Just let me get you two ready and then 
you can figure out what's happening." He gave me a firm 
look as he grabbed my hands and pulled them back above my 
shoulders. Once again he pulled my shorts and boxers down, 
but this time he had me step out of them. I looked around 
the room thoroughly embarrassed at having to stand there 
naked with my hands above my head. But as I looked around, 
I realized that half of the room was in the same position 
now. I guess my counselor must have been the quickest to 
drop my pants, as nobody else had been forced to do so when 
I was first stripped. The boy on sitting on the bed waiting 
was staring at my naked waist.
	"Ok buddy, now just lie down on that bed there and 
I'll get you set." It started to occur to me what was 
happening. When I lay down on the bed I realized that I was 
on cold plastic. It was a sheet that covered the entire 
cot/mattress. He pulled out of his backpack a bag with some 
Kleenex-looking sheets in it. I recognized these by the 
smell, when he took one out, to be diaper wipes. He took 
the wipe and ran it over my waist and then over my 
privates. As hard as I tried to resist, this feeling came 
off as very sexual and I was soon sprung. This didn't phase 
the counselor though, and he just kept wiping. He asked me 
to lift my legs which I did, and he finished with my 
bottom. He grabbed my ankles and pushed my knees close to 
my chest, and now I couldn't see what he was doing but I 
had a fairly good idea. I heard him digging in his bag and 
then I heard a sound like paper crumbling. He set my legs 
back down, and as they were lowered I felt a diaper beneath 
my butt. He poured some powder from a small container over 
my privates and then he pulled the diaper up between my 
legs, stretching the elastic, and brought it firmly down 
onto my stomach. My erection was pressed against my stomach 
as well and my penis felt like it was going to explode. He 
did the tapes quickly and tightly and soon I was diapered. 
I was so incredibly pissed. My parents were gonna pay for 
this.
	He turned from my bed and told the other boy to put 
his hands up like I had. I got up off the bed and stood up. 
I went for my shorts, but they were gone, as were my 
boxers. "This really sucks," I thought, "my only pants are 
now gone." I looked down at how I was dressed and remained 
in shock.
The diaper was so puffy, and I poked at it a couple times. 
The surface was very slick and made a lot of diaper sounds. 
I tried walking around in it and found it quite different. 
When I stood up straight, it felt like my butt was pooching 
out, and it was uncomfortable to hold my legs together.
I had no idea what I was going to do at this point, but I 
knew I had to get my shorts back first. Then, I had to find 
a way to escape from these counselors, and secure a ride 
back home so I could kick my parents' ass.

Chapter Two

	I knew that I didn't belong here. I didn't have any 
form of bowel incontinence and I didn't need to be wearing 
any diaper. These were my thoughts as I was sitting in the 
orientation. There were about fifty boys, all dressed in a 
diaper and wearing either a blue, red, or green camp, shirt 
sitting in a big clump in front of a guy who appeared to be 
in his late forties. The man had introduced himself to us 
as Tim, and he said that we should "feel free" to call him 
Uncle Tim. Surveying the group I was able to deduce that 
this was definitely an all boys camp, and that everybody 
was equally diapered. In truth I wasn't listening to what 
"Uncle Tim" was saying, because I intended to get out of 
this as soon as I could. Rather than listen, I sat and 
surveyed the area with my legs out in front of me and my 
diapered bottom on the grass. We were all sitting in a 
grassy meadow that I assumed they normally used for sports 
and meetings. I caught Uncle Tim saying that the camp owned 
about five square miles, and that the commons (cabins, mess 
hall, activity center) occupied about 15 acres. I looked up 
at the counselors standing around the outside of our clump 
watching us and occasionally looking at Uncle Tim. They all 
appeared to be relatively young; some appeared to be about 
my age, and some appeared to be about twenty or twenty one. 
But then again, most of the campers seemed to be 1-3 years 
younger than me.
	I also noticed that there were lots of counselors. for 
about fifty boys, their were probably 23 or 25 counselors, 
and a good 10 of them were female.
	After I felt like I had a grasp of what the area and 
people in it were like, I began to tune into Uncle Tim who 
seemed to be wrapping up. He explained that we would break 
up into color groups based on our T-shirts. He designated a 
meeting place for every color, and we were instructed to 
travel to that area for a meeting. My color, red, was 
meeting with Uncle Tim. This was good, because this meant 
that I would have a chance to talk with the guy in 
charge...
	I got up out of the grass and walked over to my group. 
I sat down among what appeared to be about 10 boys all 
wearing red shirts. Uncle Tim took a seat in front of us, 
and the other three counselors with him sat around and 
amongst us.
	"Well, I'd like to welcome you boys. I hope you guys 
have an incredible camp experience here, and I hope that 
you make use of all we offer. There is something special 
about the red group though I should share with you. It 
won't be anything new for you, but I don't want you feel 
awkward around the other boys. When your parents registered 
you for the camp they told us all the special needs you 
might have, and so every three hours or so a counselor will 
check up on you to make sure you are okay and see if you 
need a change."
	'What the hell' I thought. 'Why the hell would they 
have to check up on me....... this is crazy!'
	"But don't worry, none of the boys in the other groups 
know about it, and won't give you any problems about it. I 
hope that you all will have the respect for each other to 
keep it between us as well."
	This is really becoming kind of scary.
	"Well, I think I have talked enough, I'm going to go 
back into my office, and you kids introduce yourself and 
make some new friends. If any of you need me I'm usually in 
the activity center in the office in back"
	Oh I'll need you alright. After he said this all the 
counselors got up and dispersed. The kids slowly stood up 
stretching their diapered bodies. I on the other hand 
didn't waste the time, I followed Uncle Tim right into the 
activity center.
	"Uh, Tim... Uncle Tim," I called out from behind him. 
He turned around with a smile, "Whacha need?" Finally 
somebody reasonable who would talk with me.
	"I really need to talk with somebody and straighten 
all of this out... I don't know how this happened, but this 
is a huge mistake." I made sure to articulate this very 
well as not to confuse the message.
	"Oh, I see... we just better get that fixed up right 
away! Come with me to my office."
	I followed him into the back, still cringing at the 
humiliating sound that this diaper made. I got into his 
office which looked unnervingly like a preschool classroom. 
Bright pictures hung on the wall, tile floor... the works. 
It even smelled like a preschool class, with the scent of 
baby powder, diaper wipes, and even a slight smell of dirty 
diapers. How could he stand to work in a place like this...
	"Have a seat and lets talk about what's bothering 
you," he said in a calm but concerned adult voice. I looked 
at the chair he motioned towards. It looked like a big 
version of the blue preschool chairs I used to have to sit 
in. I sat down on it and felt the cold plastic against my 
bare thighs. It almost seemed as if this chair was designed 
to be humiliating. Somehow my feet didn't touch the floor, 
and it was really more like I sat up on it, than sat down 
on it. Also, somehow it managed to make my diaper feel like 
the dominant feature of my existence.
	"Uh, ya. " I said, not exactly knowing how to start, 
"well you see, this is all really a joke that my parents 
are playing. I can use the bathroom perfectly well, and 
don't need to wear a diaper. I'd just like to get this off, 
get my shorts back, and go home."
	Uncle Tim looked at me from his seat on top of his 
blown-up preschool chair with a look of caring. "hmm, I 
see. Maybe I should get your name first, and then I can see 
what I can do."
	"YES!" I thought, I'm almost there, now I just need to 
get my shorts... "oh of course, sorry. My name is Brett 
Rickman." Uncle Tim reached over on his desk and sifted 
through some papers until he found the one he was looking 
for.
	"Oh yes, I spoke with your parents this morning 
Brett."
	Oh really... I decided this was my chance to clarify 
all of this, "And they told you that I could use the 
bathroom. didn't they... so I shouldn't have to wear a 
diaper."
	He got a concerned look on his face. He started, 
"Brett, I have no doubt that you can use the bathroom. 
Matter of fact, the majority of people here are capable of 
using a bathroom. But, everybody here, especially the kids, 
understands that sometimes it can be difficult to tell 
*when* we need to use the bathroom, or how badly we need 
to. Sometimes we might not even feel it at all." He looked 
at me and decided to let me digest that last statement a 
while.
	"No, you don't understand, I *don't* need* a 
*diaper*!" I said in a clipped tone trying to convey to him 
that he was misunderstanding everything.
	"I'm not sure what to say. It's not that I don't 
believe you, you may be able to control your bowel 
movements perfectly, but it's beyond my control. When I 
spoke with your parents they told me your needs, and that's 
what this camp is about. Your needs. The camp signed an 
agreement to take care of you as your parents instructed us 
to, which is in the manner customary to the camp. If we 
don't follow these rules we are subject to the legal 
consequences. I suggest that you really rethink your 
position. Obviously you have some problem, and obviously 
your parents care about you enough to send you to a place 
that will respect you, and provide for your needs. If I 
were you, I would be thankful for this opportunity, and I'd 
make the most out of it. The one piece of advise I have is 
that you lose the negative attitude. You don't want to ruin 
your time here by acting out."
	'Oh my god', I thought, 'this is so incredibly bad' A 
feeling of anxiousness washed over me. I felt so trapped 
and so helpless that a weird sensation waved through my 
body and left me hard.
	"This is unreal," I told Uncle Tim.
	Uncle Tim sat back in his chair and tossed the paper 
back onto the desk, "maybe you should take a little walk to 
cool down," he suggested.
	I had to lean forward to get out of the deep plastic 
chair and I strained to get up. My diaper made a 
concentrated rustle and I couldn't help but turn red out of 
frustration. I turned my back on Uncle Tim and walked out 
of the office and back into the sunlight. I couldn't get my 
mind off the diaper that was rustling and clinging to my 
waist. I hadn't gotten ten steps away from the building 
when a kid in a green shirt came up and introduced himself.
	"Hey! I'm Jeff!" he said enthusiastically, "how's camp 
goin' for ya?"
	I couldn't help but smile. Not just because he was 
being nice, but mostly because a 15 year old boy in a 
diaper and a T-shirt who smelled like a baby was talking to 
me.
	"Hi, I'm Brett." I said. "its a pretty cool place.". I 
figured that there was no reason to rain on this diapered 
adolescents parade.
	From there we talked and talked. It was then that I 
decided it might be easiest to just tell people that I was 
incontinent. That way I wouldn't have to tell the same 
story over and over again. I ended up liking this Jeff kid. 
Mostly because we liked the same alternative music, but 
also because we agreed on a lot of things. Who knows, maybe 
he will end up helping me find my shorts and escape.

Chapter Three

	I guess I didn't even keep track of the time as I was 
walking around the camp talking with Jeff. We had just made 
a circle around the commons when I saw one of the 
counselors come running up. He said that he was sorry for 
interrupting us, but that he had to talk with me for a sec.
	I said I'd be right back and walked back towards the 
activity center a ways with the counselor who's red camp 
shirt had "Jake" sewed into it. He stopped once we were out 
of speaking distance of Jeff, and he asked me: "How ya 
doin', you okay?" I took this to mean: "You poop your pants 
yet?" I responded to this question with the only obvious 
answer. "No, I'm fine, thanks." I turned and started back 
towards Jeff but he grabbed my arm.
	"Cool, let me just make sure everything's goin' well." 
He released my arm and before I could turn around to face 
him he stuck his index and middle finger of each hand into 
my diaper via the side. I had no idea what to do. This had 
certainly never happened before, and I felt like a complete 
baby. I looked around to see if anybody was looking but 
couldn't see anybody. Jeff had found another kid and was 
talking to him. Jake slid his fingers down between the 
diaper and me, rubbing my butt until he reached my legs. As 
he did this my head rolled around looking for anybody who 
might be watching this scene. I could have run and hid 
right there. Instead I just stood still as this guy checked 
to see if I had pooped in my diaper. "There... is that 
good?" I asked when he finally took his fingers from my 
diaper. In reality this probably only lasted two or three 
seconds, but to me it was seriously more like fifteen. He 
punched my shoulder as if we were pals, "Ya, it's not that 
bad, but we should probably take you in anyway."
	'WHAT????' I thought. I knew I hadn't pooped in my 
diaper... I didn't get this at all. "I didn't poop in my 
diaper!" I told him in a harsh voice. Now I knew people 
were looking at me.
	"No you're right, you didn't," he said in a lower 
voice trying to decrease the attraction for others to watch 
me, "but you are a little wet, and I think it would be more 
comfortable if we changed you."
	I realized what he was thinking. He thought I had peed 
in my diaper, when it was actually sweat. It wasn't my 
fault that it was 89 degrees out, and I sweated heavily, 
especially with plastic wrapped around my butt. "No, 
really. I'm sure I'll be fine, you don't have to worry" I 
turned again to walk away. This asshole would just have to 
learn to lay off treating me like I was four.
	When I think back on the situation, I see now that my 
blatant disrespect at that juncture was rather unfortunate. 
For, not only did I underestimate his resolve and 
responsibility to monitor my bodily functions, but I also 
underestimated his sheer strength. Jake stepped around in 
front of me, stuck his shoulder into my stomach and lifted 
me into the air. My ass sticking out and up towards the sky 
and my head pinned by gravity, and the shape of my body, 
against Jake's back. He had a good hold on my thigh and 
with this move, he began carrying me towards the activity 
center. Being in the situation I was, and with everybody 
already witnessing my protests, I did what anybody would do 
if they were held that way, and I made use of my only free 
limbs. I beat with my fists Jake's back until he gave me a 
hard crack on the ass. Although the diaper made it so I 
could barely feel the attack, the sound stung and proved 
paralyzing. I was quiet the rest of the way in. Once we 
were inside the activity center I heard Uncle Tim's voice. 
Apparently he had witnessed the entire scene from his 
window without me having any knowledge of it.
	"Brett, I tried to warn you. Jake was only doing his 
job, and he has to follow the rules exactly. If he doesn't 
change you when you need to be changed you pose a serious 
health risk to yourself and everybody around you."
	Even while Uncle Tim was telling me this, Jake didn't 
put me down, he continued to carry me through a door that 
Uncle Tim had opened, and into a hall. Uncle Tim followed, 
and if I strained my neck up out from against Jake's back I 
could see his shoes following. We went through another door 
and into a pale blue room. Jake set me down onto a table 
like they have at doctors offices. I sat up and looked at 
Uncle Tim and Jake who no longer had their carefree/loving 
expression.
	"Please take off your shirt, Brett," Uncle Tim 
requested. I did as he asked and I put my shirt onto the 
brown leather padding of the table I was sitting on. I felt 
so naked and exposed wearing only a diaper in front of 
these two that had entirely too much power over me and my 
body.
	"Lie back, Brett," Uncle Tim made his second request. 
I didn't dare resist, as Jake went about changing my 
diaper. When he got it out from underneath me and held it 
up for Uncle Tim it was obviously soaked. This didn't help, 
and neither of them actually went to the effort to look or 
smell in the diaper to see if it was urine or sweat. He 
slid another diaper underneath me, powdered me and taped it 
up. I sat back up and looked back at them.
	"Brett, I tried to explain to you that you absolutely 
can't have a negative attitude here. Our campers are here 
so they can be accepted and loved, and your antagonism is 
seriously detrimental. If I could, I would send you home, 
but technically I can't unless a doctor says you are sick."
	I felt the wave of anxiousness float over me just as 
it had last time I was in the presence of this man. I 
became rock hard inside my diaper, but there was nowhere 
for my erection to go and this was incredibly 
uncomfortable. My focus diverted from how naked I was, to 
how naked I wished I could be to relieve the building 
pressure.
	"I think you need to spend a little time on your own 
to think things through. Judging by the weight of your 
diaper, I'd advise you drink something as well, here is 
some juice." He reached inside a fridge near the table 
which was stacked in uniform rows of a pinkish juice in an 
unmarked plastic bottle. He gave me one of the bottles and 
I looked at it curiously. Jake took my arm around the bicep 
in his grasp and pulled me off the table. Uncle Tim and 
Jake then led me down the hall a ways farther into another 
room. This one had two of those blown up preschool chairs, 
a cot, and a big sink. Jake pushed me into the room by the 
arm and they stood in the threshold of the door.
	"Maybe you should take a little nap to chill out." 
Uncle Tim said as he closed the door. The room smelt like 
stale poop and Pine Sol. It was really nasty. I went over 
and of course tried the handle. but duh... it was locked. I 
gave up and collapsed into one of the blue chairs. In the 
current state, I was way too pissed to take a nap. I just 
sat there and contemplated ways to escape. Eventually I 
became so thirsty that I gulped down the juice Uncle Tim 
had given me... which proved to be a bad but inescapable 
choice. About twenty minutes after I drank the juice I felt 
serious churning in my gut. I knew what was coming, but 
didn't want to admit to myself what it was. The churning 
turned into steady pressure on my bowels but I refused to 
give in, and I held my ground. This pressure turned into 
horrible cramps, and I had to stand up, bend over and brace 
myself against the back of the chair to hold my own. 
Eventually the cramps got so bad that I thought I was going 
to black out. At that point I released my muscles and let a 
flood of feces into my diaper. It was so thoroughly 
humiliating, smelly, horrible, and uncontrollable that I 
felt like I was going to cry. My head was swimming from my 
thirty minute battle which I had just lost, and the 
exertion it required. I collapsed back into the chair and 
the load made a squishing noise as my diaper made a 
rustling noise and the poop squished up and stuck to my 
privates. I felt like I was trapped, and completely 
humiliated, and as gross as it felt and smelled the wave 
came over me, and I got rock hard. That was the last straw 
and I started to cry.
	I stood up and arched my spine backwards and pushed on 
my diaper trying to free some part of my body from the 
soiled diaper which clung sticky and smelling to my skin. 
For about twenty seconds I did a little dance involving 
strange contortions and pushing on different parts of the 
diaper trying to get away from the sticky smelly mess. All 
I did was spread it. I sat down on the tile floor with 
tears streaming down my face. I looked down at my diaper 
with the curiosity and hate a child has for all things 
disgusting. I could see smeared poop at the top inside of 
my thigh, and I could smell it.
	I stood up again, feeling the stickiness of the mess, 
which was now turning a little cold. This seemed to 
increase the overall bonding of it, and it felt even more 
encompassing. I sat down again, this time on the cot. My 
vision blurred a little and the smell and feel seemed to 
take over all of my senses, and I seemed to drift into it. 
As my exhaustion became my entire world, I lowered myself 
onto the cot and lost myself in black.

Chapter Four

	My sleep to me seemed to last for days, but now I know 
that it was but an hour and a half. I woke up to the sound 
of the heavy door opening and Uncle Tim walking in. I 
rolled over and got onto my hands and knees and my overall 
feeling was that of being dirty. A unique feeling that you 
can only understand if you've ever awakened after having 
slept in a poopy diaper. I brought my hand to the back of 
my diaper. It used to pooch out with a little pocket like 
looseness right at my butt, but now it stuck to my ass and 
I couldn't free it by rubbing. Uncle Tim just stood there 
for a moment leaving me to feel my mess.
	"I'm sorry," I said. It was simple, but I meant it. I 
was truly sorry. Maybe it was the dried tears on my cheeks 
and my physical appearance (which probably resembled an 
infant that had been sent to war), but I think Uncle Tim 
believed me. The angered look he wore on his face earlier 
had changed again back into the caring expression.
	"It's alright, we all make mistakes." Uncle Tim said, 
extending his hand down to help me up. I took it and he 
pulled me up. "Let's get you cleaned up."
	He brought me over to the sink and let me wash my 
hands and face so that I didn't look quite as traumatized. 
After this he took me out of the room by the hand and led 
me back down the hall. Once we reached the door that led 
into the main room in the activity center he grabbed me a 
shirt out of a basket on a table which lie right before the 
door. I put back on a red camp shirt and Uncle Tim opened 
the door and led me out by the hand. The activity center 
which was completely empty of campers when I had been 
carried through it the first time was now buzzing with 
activity. Boys were busy making crafts, and playing cards 
and board games. Nobody even really noticed that I had 
appeared, and I didn't see anybody look up from their 
activities and friends. Uncle Tim and I exited the building 
and went back out to the grassy area. The sun was still 
bright and I was a little blinded by it for a second 
because I was so used to the gentle fluorescent lighting in 
the room I had spent so much time in. Uncle Tim looked 
around and motioned to the first counselor he saw. Her name 
was Cat, or so said her shirt, and she came towards us 
quickly. Uncle Tim addressed her in a low tone of voice so 
that none of the other kids could hear, "could you help 
Brett here get cleaned up, he's pretty messy."
	Cat nodded and said, "no problem." Cat appeared to be 
an older member of the staff, being somewhere in her 
twenties. She put her arm around my shoulder and said, "Hey 
Brett!" I'm still not sure how all of the staff could stand 
the nasty smell emanating from me, none of them even 
faltered. She started walking along the path back towards 
the cabins, and because she had her arm around my shoulder 
I was compelled to follow. It almost stung a little, 
because the poop had adhered to my butt, and with every 
step it was pulled loose. Also, with every step the smell 
seemed to get worse, so I tried my best to walk without 
moving my butt cheeks very much. But this just made it even 
more evident that I had a huge load. As we were about to 
get to the cabins, she took a right turn off the path so 
that we seemed to be circling around the activity center. 
We walked for about 50 yards and came upon a bathroom. It 
surprised me, although it shouldn't have, that there was 
only one bathroom, and that it had no gender assigned to 
it. It just seemed strange that there was only one door. It 
also seemed strange that she kept her arm around my 
shoulder and followed me in. However, it didn't seem that 
resisting had done much good in the past, so I went with 
the flow.
	Again, although it shouldn't have, it struck me as 
very strange that the bathroom had no toilets, but in fact 
was just a shower house. There were essentially two large 
rooms, one was filled with about fifteen shower pillars, 
and the other was just an empty room with benches along the 
wall, five sinks, mirrors above them, and a tiled floor. 
This building was in fact built on a slope. So the 
architecture inside reflected this. The shower room was 
significantly higher than the empty room, and was obviously 
dug into the hill. The concrete shower floor being at a 
higher level than the tile floor below it, also had a 
concrete lip along the juncture, for the obvious purpose of 
preventing water spilling over from the shower. To get up 
and over this lip you had to climb up five stairs, and then 
climb down two to enter the shower. It was this very task 
that I found myself instructed to carry out as soon as we 
entered the building. This time, Cat, who had been at my 
side up until now, stayed at the lower level. I climbed 
over the lip and into the shower area and turned around to 
face her. She came over to face me and her head was how 
about at my chest level.
	"Let's see if we can't get you out of that nasty ass 
diaper... eh?" Her accent was very cool, and she seemed to 
be a pretty cool person, but I was in no mood to talk, and 
instead I just shook my head "yes". About this time I 
figured that removing my shirt would be a wise idea, and so 
I did. I handed it down to her, and she threw it onto one 
of the benches. She then reached up and with one hand used 
her thumb to push the elastic top of the diaper into my 
stomach, and with the other hand pulled the tapes.
	The diaper was so incredibly stuck to my butt that 
when she undid the tapes, the back of the diaper just 
stayed in place. Cat had to reach around me and peel it off 
me. The smell was so horrible that I didn't know if I could 
take it. Cat didn't even grimace. These people were too 
weird.
	"Go wash up," Cat instructed me after freeing the 
diaper from my body, rolling it up, and throwing it into a 
trash can. I was so pleased to get the diaper off of me 
that it didn't even bother me that this complete stranger 
saw me naked and covered in excrement. The word 'free' 
describes it perfectly. At last I could get this nastiness 
off me. And it literally took five minutes under the 
lukewarm water to get myself clean. Then, it took me 
another five to gather up the courage to walk back over to 
this girl completely naked and sopping wet. Once I finally 
decided that I had no other choice, I turned off the water. 
Slowly I walked back over to the lip of the shower. Cat 
handed me a towel with a friendly, "here ya go, " and I 
gladly accepted it happy to cover myself. I climbed up and 
over the lip and down onto the tile floor feeling the cold 
tile against my feet.
	"When you feel dry enough just go over and lie down on 
the bench on top of that towel over there." She told me. 
But I didn't know if I would ever feel dry enough, and the 
towel was in fact very nice. It was a very thick terry 
towel, and was really, really comfortable. I used this 
opportunity to get a closer look at the place, and saw that 
on the end of the counter in which the sinks were, there 
was an assortment of diapers. About five different stacks, 
with about fifty diapers in each. Each of the stacks 
appeared to have a different size. Cat was grabbing one of 
these when I sat down and then lied down on the hard bench. 
I felt so warm in between the two thick towels, but soon 
Cat pulled back the top towel and I was left cold, damp, 
and completely naked. I felt a strange feeling and I 
started to get hard again, but I tried very hard not to. I 
lost another battle, and soon it was obvious. Similar to 
the smell, Cat didn't pay any attention to my full 
erection, as she took the towel and dried off my diaper 
area. Then, following the same procedure as the other three 
times: I was wiped, powdered, and diapered. This time she 
fastened the diaper very tight, and I was afraid when I sat 
up that I would rip the tapes. Nope, they held well, and I 
put my shirt back on.
	"Everything okay now?" Cat inquired, to which I 
responded half-heartedly, "yea, everything's okay" and she 
left the shower house taking with here the two towels, and 
her supplies. I was left standing alone staring at myself 
in the mirror above the sink. I looked like a very, very 
confused sixteen year old, but I guess it wasn't a very 
deceiving reflection.
	I reached around and felt the back of my diaper as I 
was looking into the mirror, as if to assure myself of its 
presence. Yes, in fact it was there, and so was that pouch 
which seemed designed to accommodate any accident I might 
have. I walked out of the shower house back into the 
sunlight, which felt very good on my wet hair.
	Up until that point, I never knew a diaper could feel 
that good. But after spending an hour and a half in a fully 
messed diaper, the clean, soft, and pretty smelling garment 
was very welcome. My shorts and boxers would have been much 
more welcome, however, I could deal with simply a clean 
diaper. Then, just as I was reflecting on how nice it was 
to have a fresh change, it occurred to me that I hadn't 
taken a piss since I got on the bus about 6 hours ago. At 
times like this, habit becomes very evident, especially the 
habit of taking a whiz right after a shower. By now I had 
given in to the practice of using the diaper, but I had no 
idea how to piss in one. Surely I couldn't just unleash my 
fury on it, or I would have urine all over me. I tried to 
moderate my pee as it came out. The diaper seemed to be 
handling it okay, so I increased the rate, and increased 
the rate, and increased... until I was letting it all go. 
The diaper was taking it well, although it had probably 
gained a pound or two. I started to feel the diaper pulling 
down on my hips, rather than just pushing in on my hips. Of 
course, it felt perfectly dry inside, very warm, almost 
burning warm... but dry. I took a few steps and it became 
obvious that it was significantly thicker. I stood there 
with my legs slightly more than shoulder width apart and I 
bent over to get a close look at the diaper. Looking at the 
plastic front I could tell that it was wet, the pure white 
color took on sort of a translucent grey-white. I stood up 
again and headed back to the grassy area.
	I decided that I might be able to stand the diaper 
thing. Now I just need to find a way to escape this camp.

Chapter Five

	After what seemed like several hours it seemed that 
everybody had fallen asleep. I sat up in my bed and looked 
around the cabin. There were two counselors for all of us, 
and they were positioned in the very middle of the cabin, 
and this didn't seem very strategic. My bunk was about four 
beds from the door. Slowly, I climbed out of bed and put my 
feet on the cold wooden floor. As my diaper rustled softly 
I slipped my feet into my sandals and started my walk 
towards the door. Very careful of my surroundings and my 
senses working overtime, I became poignantly aware of the 
scent of the room: baby powder and baby wipes, and the 
shadow of a smell that a dirty diaper imprints on a room, 
even days later. Just as I moved my hand for the door 
handle, I felt a large gust from the window which sat open 
next to me. This was one of the first lucky things that had 
happened all day. For, without that gust, I would have 
forgotten the excruciatingly loud creak it made. Instead, I 
climbed out the window and out onto the dirt path.
	It was cold out, but not so cold that I was 
uncomfortable in my limited clothing. I headed along the 
unlit trail stumbling occasionally on the root of a tree, 
or a rock in the path. Soon I was back on the grass field, 
and without tree cover, I was able to see a group of kids 
by the moonlight. My friends had settled themselves out by 
the very edge of the grassy area, right near the woods 
began. I jogged over awkwardly with my diaper rustling 
enthusiastically. When I reached them, I plopped down near 
them and said hi. They all greeted me and even though 
conversation was relatively dull, and held at a very low 
volume, the natural interest generated by our outlaw 
meeting kept us entertained. As I gazed around the group I 
noticed that Paul was reclining on his side so that his 
elbow of his right arm was supporting him, and his left 
hand was resting on top of Chris' left hand. Gathering this 
information, it seemed logical that either some interaction 
had occurred between the two during my absence, or that 
something was soon going to occur. Either way, honestly I 
did not want to know what they did, or would end up doing; 
I did find it interesting though, because never would I 
have thought that their personalities would mix very well. 
As I was thinking this, a completely separate conversation 
was being conducted which was abruptly interrupted by Jim 
unleashing an unbelievably loud fart.
	We all started laughing hysterically. "Try not to blow 
the back of your diaper off when you use it, buddy," Jeff 
said after his initial laughter. Paul of course chimed in 
as well, "Jesus guy, your gonna wake the entire camp 
filling your diapers like that." All of us were still 
laughing hysterically, and if anything was going to wake 
the camp, that is what would do it. Jim must have felt 
obligated to defend himself slightly, even though he was 
also laughing, "Don't worry, it was just a fart."
	Chris caught this opportunity, "Just a fart?? You call 
that 'just a fart'?? That was an explosion!!" It didn't 
even register with me how loud he had said this until we 
heard a door slam and a spotlight click on.
	The once dark and enticingly off-limits atmosphere of 
our circle began blindingly bright as a circle of white was 
shined upon us. "Who is out there?!!! COME HERE RIGHT NOW, 
ALL OF YOU!" bellowed an extraordinarily powerful voice. We 
saw in the distance a figure running towards us, and the 
light which blinded us bounced with his strides. For a 
second I was paralyzed by the fear his authoritative voice 
conveyed. However, this soon passed as I saw him 
approaching, now probably 200 feet away.
	"SHIT!" gasped Paul and Jeff nearly simultaneously. My 
mind automatically shifted into go-like-hell mode and I 
exclaimed, "RUN!" as I darted for the woods. I looked back 
to see them all running in scattered directions. One of 
them, I think it was Chris, had run into the woods with me. 
I ran and ran and ran, for what must have been three 
minutes, without looking back. Without thinking I had run 
in a straight line, and after my running just stopped and 
stood perfectly still. My hands automatically grasped the 
front of my diaper for comfort as I stood, trying to make 
no noise so I could listen. I clenched my fingers and could 
feel the pressure inside my diaper. For another couple of 
minutes I listened, but heard nothing. Absolutely nothing. 
Keeping my hands on the front of my diaper I turned around 
in a circle looking and listening around me for any signs 
of somebody approaching. Nobody was coming.
	I waited there with my hands holding myself through 
the diaper, my back straight but my hips bent, so that my 
butt was held out. I had lost my sandals in my mad dash, 
and hadn't even realized it. As my adrenaline quick 
surging, my vision darkened and I could no longer see as 
clearly. I looked up at the sky and saw that the trees 
filtered out most of the moonlight. I once again felt very 
exhausted and I bent my knees until I eventually fell back 
on my butt. My knees were slightly bent so that my feet 
came together and I let my neck fall as far down as my 
flexibility would let it. As if the rush had made me 
forget, I now realized again that I had on nothing but a 
diaper and a T-shirt. I know longer even had my sandals. 
Also, as the rush died down, I began to get a little cold. 
I looked down at my diaper pooching out between my legs. I 
took me hands and felt the part where the elastic met my 
legs. By pushing my fingers in I could feel myself. I sat 
and played with the diaper between my legs for a while 
before falling to sleep on the hard dirt forest floor.
	I woke to the sun shining through the leaves of the 
tall trees. For a second, I was startled as I wasn't sure 
where I was, but then I remembered. I had to take a morning 
whiz and did so in my diaper when I sat up. I got to my 
feet with the diaper holding itself warm and firm into my 
body. My baby smell which had followed me around the camp 
was now mixed with the scent of sweat and exertion. I 
looked around again, feeling the front of my diaper and how 
much it had grown in size as a result of my wetting. 
Freedom. I had escaped from the camp on accident. Now all I 
had to do was find my way to the road and follow it until I 
could get a ride.
	I walked back towards what would be the very edge of 
camp grounds and the highway that led into it. I walked for 
about thirty minutes and the trees seemed to be thinning. 
They appeared much like they had on the road in. About 
forty minutes after I had started walking I made it to the 
road. It seemed that by my angle, I should have been about 
a couple miles away from the very edge of the camp. I 
walked along the side of the road waiting for a ride. 
Amazingly enough, I didn't have to wait for a ride very 
long, and a cowboy looking character pulled over to the 
side of the road.
	"You look like you could you some serious help, son." 
the cowboy said. He had no idea. I decided to do some quick 
thinking, "Thank you so much for stopping! I was on a trip 
with a special school group and they forgot me at the rest 
stop about five miles down the road. Could you give me a 
ride to the nearest city wear I can call them?"
	"Hop on in, son" Alright! Thank god for this guy. I 
was on my way home, and not in bad time either, I had only 
been at the camp for a day.
	We drove and drove. Come to think of it, I didn't 
remember driving this far between the camp and the nearest 
city on the way over. Amazingly enough, he never inquired 
to deeply into the reason for my diapered state. I began to 
wonder where we were going as I watched the scenery flow 
past. It all looked the same, and that was no big help. But 
then I caught the mile markers every few minutes. This 
wasn't right, they were increasing... they were increasing 
the first time I traveled on this road.
	Within ten seconds of the time I made that discovery 
we were back on the camp grounds, and I was trying to find 
a way to escape his truck. This was going to blow big time 
and I was so completely trapped. This unbelievable country-
bumpkin bastard had figured out a way to make a complete 
circle and get back on the same road without my knowing it. 
He pulled up to delivery center for the camp: the same 
place the busses had stopped before. I got out of the truck 
without saying a word and tried to run for the woods again 
but the guy grabbed me in a hug and said, "not so quick, 
tiger." He held me there and as I squirmed I saw a 
counselor come out, and then run back in. Seconds later I 
saw a parade of five counselors and Uncle Tim come marching 
towards me. I struggled and struggled but the man was too 
strong, and eventually my arms and legs were grabbed by 
counselors and I has lifted off the ground at my shoulders 
and hips, completely restrained. Nobody said a word, and 
they carried me off. This was the first time I had been 
restrained like this, and no matter how hard I tried to 
kick and flail, I could not move any of my muscles a single 
inch.
	I found myself being led back into the activity center 
and through the big metal door. I was carried for at least 
fifty feet through the hall until a door was opened and I 
was carried in. This room seemed from my current position 
(from which I could only see the ceilings and the tops of 
the walls) to be most like the other room I had taken my 
"nap" in. The smell in this room was of strictly 
disinfectant, and no baby preschool smell was present. My 
altitude decreased from chest level to hip level as I was 
lowered onto a table with a cushion of some sort. I felt 
strong pressure on being applied to the front of my diaper 
pushing me down onto the table by my pelvis. So much 
pressure that my pee was squeezed out of the diaper and I 
felt it run down my butt, out of the elastic legs and down 
the inside of my thigh. If I hadn't been positioned between 
my legs I would have been in excruciating pain. My upper 
torso was released, but my arms where stretched as far 
above my head as they would go, and my shirt was pulled off 
by one of the counselors. Just as I was trying to raise my 
head to get a look around, somebody pushed my head down 
onto the table and held it perfectly still, and again, I 
wasn't able to budge it. I felt completely helpless and for 
yet another time in Uncle Tim's presence I became 
exceedingly hard, forcing the diaper out farther between my 
legs. This created a greater gap between my thigh and the 
elastic, and more urine trickled out of the diaper. My arms 
were brought back down to my side and I felt something 
stiff and cool being secured around my wrists and ankles. 
Next, a cinching sound was heard, and I felt myself being 
tied down to the table. These restraints were quite a bit 
more forgiving than the counselors had been and I was able 
to move my arms around about an inch in every direction, 
however my feet were very secure. A strap was then placed 
on my head and I felt it being pulled tight and then I 
heard a click. Now my head was secured as well and I could 
only hear footsteps leaving as the counselors left. I could 
feel that Uncle Tim was still in the room and soon I felt 
something at my lips.
	I opened them and felt water entering my mouth via a 
water bottle tube. I was so incredibly thirsty that I drank 
it as fast as it would come and then started sucking for 
more. Eventually the tube was pulled from my mouth and I 
was left motionless on the table strapped in position and 
in a wet and itchy diaper. I heard Uncle Tim leave and the 
door shut. For a while I pulled against the restraints, but 
eventually I gave in. I had gotten so little sleep in the 
past day and a half that I took yet another nap. Sleep came 
surprisingly easy for my uncomfortable position.