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