| Title: | Goodnites | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Name: | Josh | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Email: | not shown | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Gender: | Male | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Current Age: | 10 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Posting Date: | 05/10/09 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Summary: | A bedwetter who has his diaper experience while being awake. |
I was a usual bedwetter and my parents got tired of washing sheets. So one day I got tired of waking up soaked, so my parents came up to my room holding a bag. They told me that they wanted me to wear Goodnites so I wouldn't wake up in a wet bed and this would save washing sheets. I calmly agreed to wear them because I was getting annoyed of the bedwetting, too. So for about a month I wore Goodnites to bed, and every morning I would wake up to the feeling of a soaking diaper. One morning I woke up and realized that my Goodnite was still dry. I decided to stay in the diaper and went down for breakfast. I made myself a bowl of Trix and sat down to watch T.V. When I entered our living room I saw a sticky note that said: "Josh, me and dad are going to be out of town and we'll be gone for the day. Be back tomorrow evening!" I had the entire house to myself so I just watched T.V. all day. Around lunchtime I had built up an urge to pee. I kept thinking of using the diaper, but when ever I tried to go, I kept holding back and eventually went to the bathroom and used the toilet. The rest of the day continued as it started, me in a Goodnite watching T.V. until around 7 when I zapped a pizza. After I ate I watched T.V. until around 8 when I felt myself getting tired. I slowly dragged my feet up the stairs and into my room. I lay down and looked up at my ceiling, but after awhile I felt the call of nature and got out of bed to go. I stopped and looked down at my still dry Goodnite. I looked back at the toilet and decided which way to go. I lay back down on my bed placing my hands on my diaper. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I didn't feel myself pee, so I just kept trying to think of nice things. As I thought of my crush I felt something warm. I quickly threw over my covers to see a yellow spot appear on my Goodnite. I soon became aroused by the warm feeling of pee in the Goodnite that I had almost forgotten that I had to go poop as well. This time I just rolled over on my stomach and started to push. I strained hard but my rectum wouldn't let my poop out. I stopped and reset my body. I laid my chest on my bed, but this time I swung my legs over my bed so were sticking out. I had the position of someone who was praying. I took a breath and began to push. This time it was easier and I started to feel the tip of the mass stick out of my diaper. I put my hands on the seat of my diaper and felt as I won the battle with my body. First a fart came, but it was follow by a warm rush of poo. I felt the hot mess expand and fill the back seat of my diaper. I continued to push until I could feel the mush start to spread to the front of my Goodnite. I looked back at my diaper to see my work, and saw the huge brown stain that covered the entire back side of my Goodnite. I smiled and walked to the bathroom to get a better look at my creation, but I hadn't noticed my underwear on the floor and slipped. I landed with a definite squish and the feel of poop being spread everywhere. I looked back at my butt and realized that a change would most definitely be needed. I changed into a fresh Goodnite and continued to wear them until my parents returned home. That night I was preparing to drop a load, when I heard my parents� key unlocking the door. I panicked and ran up the stairs, but right when I reached the top I slipped and slammed into the stairs. The force of the collision allowed my poop to burst right out. I began to slide back down the stairs feet-first, clawing at anything to try and get away all the while the seat of my diaper was expanding from my poop. With every stair I bounced down the mess in my diaper was being spread out everywhere. Right as my parents got to the bottom of the stairs they saw me at the bottom of the stairs accompanied by the sound of a diaper being filled. At that moment my parents decided to diaper me 24/7 and I soon had no control of my bowels. Even to this day(age 15) I wear Goodnites and I poop in them.