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.