Foster Friends Part 2
My Dad , Mr. Olson, Josh and John and I decided to go on a camping trip in the local National Forest. We met up with Matt and Vince. We figured it was a big forest and so we weren’t expecting any trouble from them. Boy! Were we wrong! They pulled up a lot of trail markers and got us hopelessly lost! We made a signal fire with soggy diapers and soon a helicopter flew by and sent for help. Matt and Vince were sentenced to community service on the forest for the summer.
The Olson’s got a new boy named Ronnie. He was incontinent but refused to wear diapers. After a while they got him wearing multiple underwear. Gradually they got him to accept wearing diapers.
One day at school I felt myself wetting my pants. They sent me to the nurse and she called my mother. She wasn’t mad. She just said I would have to wear disposables to school from now on.
Chapter 1
Winter was over and my Dad and Mr. Olson decided to take John, Josh and me on a camping trip. There was a large National Forest near us, and we planned to hike into it, spend the night, and hike back the next morning. We packed enough cloth diapers to last the trip, as well as some provisions and the usual camping gear.
We left on
Saturday morning and reached the forest in a little over an hour. It was to be
our first camping trip in this forest, and John and Josh’s first camping trip
ever. This was a huge forest and had several trails that were linked together,
thus, allowing the camper to hike in and out by a different route. While at the
Ranger station, we ran into Matt and Vince. (These
were two bullies whom you may remember from “Foster Friends, Part 1”.)
“Well, if it isn’t the “Diaper Dolts”, Matt said.
“Nice to see you, too,” John said.
It was a big forest, so we didn’t expect any trouble from Matt and Vince. They had been coming to the park since they were toddlers as their father was in the sporting goods business.
We hiked in on the Apache Trail for about 8 miles, and then we stopped for lunch and diaper changes. After 5 more miles, the Apache Trail linked up with the Navajo Trail, which led deeper into the forest, and would eventually lead us back to the Ranger Station and our car.
This trail was a lot denser and less traveled. Therefore, there were frequent trail markers to keep campers from getting lost. We hiked for about 5 more miles. Suddenly, there were no more trail markers.
“That’s funny,” my father said. “These trail markers are maintained scrupulously.”
We made our way back to the last trail marker that we had passed and searched in all directions for another, but could not find one.
“I’m afraid we have no choice but to backtrack to the Apache trail and camp there for the night,” Mr. Olson said.
We began backtracking when suddenly the markers disappeared again.
“This doesn’t make any sense,” my father said. We were seeing markers every 30 feet. Now, suddenly, we can’t find a single one. We marked our current location and with the aid of a compass, we began a search for the next marker.
“I found something!” John said.
“Did you find a trail marker?” Mr. Olson asked.
“No, but I found a hole in the ground where a marker may have been removed.”
“Matt and Vince!” John and I said simultaneously.
It was beginning to get dark, so we decided to make camp where we were and decide what to do in the morning.
Mr. Olson changed Josh’s and John’s diapers, and my Dad changed mine. Josh had developed the runs and would need more changes than expected.
“I hope we don’t run out of diapers,” said Mr. Olson.
We had dinner and told ghost stories before bedtime. It was dangerous to be lost in the forest, but we had confidence that we would be okay and we all slept well.
The next morning, my Dad and Mr. Olson decided to make our way south for about 10 miles in the hope of finding the road or another trail. 3 hours later, we were still surrounded by dense forest.
“I think that we should try making a signal fire,” my Dad said. The Rangers are always on the lookout for forest fires and it we can make enough smoke, they might see it.”
We had our diapers changed. There were no more diapers after this! We made a campfire, and ate lunch.
“What are we going to use to make smoke?” I asked.
“Soggy diapers!” my Dad said.
We got out all of the soiled and wet diapers and started putting them on the campfire. There was a lot of smoke! There was also a lot of stink!
After an hour or so, we heard the sound of a helicopter. It came closer and closer until it was right over us. It came lower and we could see some rangers inside looking down at us. We signaled to them and then the helicopter veered off and disappeared.
“Why did they leave?” Josh cried.
“They couldn’t land here,” Mr. Olson replied. “I think they will send someone in on foot.”
Sure enough, after about 30 minutes, two Rangers came through the forest toward us.
“Is everybody okay?” one of them said.
“We’re okay, but we’re lost,” my Dad said. “Some of the trail markers seem to have disappeared.”
“We know,” the Ranger said. “We caught some kids with a bunch of markers that they had pulled up. I’m glad that you guys had the sense to start a signal fire.”
The Ranger led us to where the helicopter had landed and we all got in. When we landed at the station, he said,” Please come in and file an incident report. It will help convict the vandals that pulled up the signs.”
We went into the Ranger station and there were Matt and Vince. They were in handcuffs and looked sullen.
“It was just a joke,” Matt said. “Why is everybody making such a big deal out of it?”
“Your “Joke” could have cost some people their lives, young man,” said the head Ranger. “Just tell the judge how funny you think it was and see if he goes easy on you!”
“Those guys deserved it!” said Vince. They are still in diapers at 12 years old!”
“You keep your mouths shut unless your spoken to, boys, or we may have to tape them shut,” said the other Ranger.
The younger ranger looked at us and said, “It looks as if your diapers are starting to leak.”
“They are,” John said. “We only brought enough for a shorter trip.”
The ranger went into the back room and brought out a stack of towels.
“Here. Use these. My boys are 10 and 11 and they are still in diapers, too. I know how it is with boys and their diapers!”
We all got changed into clean “diapers” and after loading our gear into the car, we left for home.
Matt and Vince were sentenced to an entire summer of Community Service, cleaning up trash in the forest, and repairing trail signs. Their father also had to pay a hefty fine. That is one trick that I don’t think they will play again!
Chapter 2
“The boy refuses to wear diapers?” Mrs. Olson said to someone on the phone. “Why do you want to place him with us, then?”
She talked with the other person on the phone for a while, and finally said,
“Well, we can try it and see. Bring him over tomorrow.”
“We are getting a new boy tomorrow,” she said at lunchtime. “He had a spinal cord injury, and although he regained the use of his legs, he is still incontinent. He absolutely refuses to wear diapers, though. His caseworker is hoping that if he comes here and sees all of you boys wearing diapers, he will get used to the idea. His name is Ronnie and he is eleven years old. I am appointing Josh to be his sponsor.”
Josh beamed. John had been his sponsor and this was Josh’s first time sponsoring another boy.
Ronnie was dropped off by his caseworker the next day. His pants were soaking wet. He was introduced to everybody and then Josh shook hands with Ronnie and told him that he would be sponsoring him.
“That means I show you around and help you get adjusted and anything else you need I get to help you with,” Josh said.
“Just so you don’t try to make me wear diapers,” Ronnie said.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Josh said. “I was told that you didn’t need to wear diapers.”
“That’s right,” said Ronnie. “I just leak a little bit. That’s all. Diapers are for babies. No offense. I mean, if you really need them, like you, they are okay.”
“Right,” said Josh. “Let me show you our bedroom and where you keep your clothes and stuff.”
Josh led Ronnie into the boys’ room where they had set up another cot and a bureau and desk combination. Ronnie opened the top drawer and exclaimed, “Where did all this underwear come from?”
“Well, since you don’t wear diapers, we thought you could use it. There have been other boys here that just used underwear, and it has all been washed and sterilized. A guy can’t have too much underwear!” Josh said.
“I guess you’re right,” said Ronnie, putting his seven meager pairs on top of the others. There were over a hundred pairs in the drawer and there were more stashed away should they be needed.”
“You might want to get changed for lunch. The rest of us just had our diapers changed,” said Josh.
Ronnie got out a dry pair of jeans and took out one pair of underwear and put it on. Josh did not say anything. He planned to get Ronnie wearing multiple pairs, but he would take his time.
Lunch was ready and all the boys sat down at the table. Since it was a weekend, I was there, too.
By the time lunch was over, Ronnie was soaked again. We all went outside to play. We shot baskets and Ronnie did pretty well even though his legs were still weak.
Then it was time for diaper changes. Mrs. Olson took care of Pete and Joey and Sue got to change John, Josh and me.
Ronnie sat on his cot while Sue changed us. She changed Josh first so he could be with Ronnie while they watched John and me get changed.
Sue gave us all more attention than usual. She rubbed oil all around our groins until we thought we would explode. Then she tickled us mercilessly. Ronnie watched with interest. He wanted to know why each of us wore diapers. When it was my turn, Josh told Ronnie that I wore diapers for fun.
“You mean he doesn’t really need diapers?” Ronnie asked.
“That’s right,” Josh replied. “He just saw how much we enjoyed our diapers and wanted to get into the act.”
Ronnie looked thoughtful but didn’t say anything.
“You might want to change your underwear before we go downstairs,” Josh said to him. “You know, you only leak a little and if you wore some extra underwear, you might not leak at all.”
Actually, Ronnie was thoroughly soaked, but Josh was being diplomatic.
“How many pairs should I wear?” Ronnie asked.
“Well, you might start with six and see how that works. We had a brother who wore fifty at a time. He didn’t need that many, but he just liked the way they felt.”
Ronnie stripped off his wet jeans and started putting on underwear. He put on six pairs and then another six.
“They do feel pretty cool,” Ronnie said.
“They look neat, too,” Josh said. “You will notice that the pairs are sorted by size. If you put on the smallest ones first, and then the largest ones, you can put a lot more on.”
Ronnie put on four more pairs. Then he put on a dry pair of pants. Then we all went into the TV room to watch a movie.
Ronnie still got wet, but didn’t flood himself as much. He also pooped in the underwear.
“Boy, you are almost completely dry!” Josh said.
“Yeah, I know,” Ronnie said. “You were right. All I need is a few more pairs of underwear. I’m glad that I don’t need diapers!”
After about a week of this, Josh said to Ronnie, “You know, some guys like to wear a pair of plastic underwear over their cotton ones. That way they don’t have to change their underwear as often.”
Ronnie thought this sounded okay, so Josh gave him a pair of white plastic pants.
After putting them on, Ronnie put another pair of regular underwear over them.
“I just don’t want to look like I’m wearing diapers,” Ronnie said.
One day, about a month later, Ronnie said to me, “Why do you like to wear diapers?”
“Well, for one thing, they give me boners,” I said. “I love the way they feel and I love using them, and I love getting changed. You should try it sometime, just for fun,” I suggested.
That night, Ronnie said to Sue, “Could I wear a diaper to bed just for fun?”
“I was afraid you’d never ask,” she replied. “Hop up on the bed and let me get you ready.”
Sue cleaned him and oiled him liberally, spending a lot of time rubbing the oil into his groin. Then she powdered him. He got a really big erection. Then she pinned a super-thick nighttime diaper on him and slipped a pair of plastic pants over it.
“How does it feel?” she asked.
“It feels pretty neat. I see what Brian means,” he said. I’m glad I don’t really need them, though.”
I could see the tent shape under his diapers so I knew he had a boner.
“I think I am going to go into the bathroom for a minute,” Ronnie said.
“Are you going to take the diaper off already?” Josh asked.
“Uh, no. I just need to be alone for a minute.” Ronnie said.
We all guessed that Ronnie wanted to masturbate, and didn’t say anything about it. Ronnie returned a few minutes later looking flushed.
Later, Ronnie said he needed to have his diaper off so he could poop.
Josh said, “You can do it in your diaper. We already pooped in ours. It feels really neat, and then Sue can change all of us.”
Ronnie was reluctant, but also seemed excited by the idea. Soon he squatted down and dumped in his diaper. Then he went into the bathroom again to jack off.
We hadn’t done any diaper “humping” in front of Ronnie. We didn’t want to take any chances of freaking him out. After we all got our diapers changed, though, we were all pretty horny. We started wrestling and tickling each other and pretty soon we were all rubbing our diapers together. Ronnie watched. We had a feeling that he wanted to join in the fun. Josh told him to lie on the bed and he would get a treat. Slowly at first, Josh started rubbing himself against Ronnie’s diaper.
“Do you like it?”, Josh asked.
“Yeah. Keep going, but do it faster,” Ronnie said.
Josh obliged, and before long Ronnie sighed with pleasure.
“That’s a lot better than doing it alone,” Ronnie said.
Ronnie became a full-time diaper boy. We never tried to discourage him from the idea that he just wore them for fun. One night after some diaper “play”, Ronnie said,
“Guys, I just want you to know that I really need diapers just like you guys.”
Josh said, “That’s cool Ronnie. Any reason for wearing diapers is a good one.”
I was wearing diapers now all the time except for school. I guess my bladder must have gotten weak because one day in school, I realized I was wetting my pants! The teacher sent me to the nurse and she called my Mom.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” I said. “I guess I have gotten used to wetting my pants.”
My Mom said,” I think it is probably too late to get you out of diapers now. I think you will have to wear disposables to school. You will probably get teased about it, though.”
“I think I can handle that,” I said. “The Olson boys do okay with it.”
“Okay then. I will ask Mrs. Olson if she can give me some of those good disposables that her sons wear.”
I was glad my Mom handled this so well. It made me grateful to have such an understanding Mom.
The End