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.