This is the continued story of Simon’s Journal.
Before you begin this third volume in this series, I would highly recommend that you read the first and second volumes as each picks up were the previous left off.

 

Simon’s Journal - Volume I 
Thirteen Days – The First Crusade

 

Simon’s Journal - Volume II

Thirteen Nights – After the Crusade

 

ADMONITION:

The following narrative is nearly a complete work of fiction. Some events and characters were pulled from real life but have been changed, enhanced and twisted to comply with my will. Any other similarity to actual individuals living or dead is completely unintentional, but it would be incredible!


WARNING:

The following story contains diaper use, violence, adult language and strong sexual content. If reading a coming of age story about boys wearing diapers and exploring their awakening sexuality doesn’t tickle your pickle, or if pickle tickling is illegal in your area, then I suggest you select something else to read.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter - 3

Winds are blow’n

 

    

“Back below, we were all drying off, some were in the process of being re-diapered by Cho or Sister Sarafina, and even a few of the boys were laughing and talking about the storm. We had all been given bottles of hot coco to warm us up; that’s when Madam-M came treading heavily to where, I was sitting naked and sharing a blanket Jamie. Except for our shared blanket, Jamie was also wholly exposed but he was so happy to be out of hiding and back with me again that it never even occurred to him that his shriveled boy parts were out there for all to see.

He was gleefully sitting to my left drinking his coco from a bottle like the rest of us and was giving me a one-armed python hug around my shoulders. He also had the most ridiculous grin on his face, which he had every right to be flashing after the way he flew through the air, dove into the water and saved Lowell’s life.

Just before Madam-M came down from the storm, Lowell had returned and he seemed to be, from tip to toe and top to diapered bottom, altogether unaffected by his brush with death. That is not to say that he came out of it unscathed, because he didn’t. For the rest of that night Lowell would occasionally cough, make a nauseous expression and then spit into a cloth diaper, which he kept partially tucked into the side of his diaper and allowed it to drape over his bare hip like a sash. He also had a few scratches on his arms and a wicked lump on his forehead where he’d crash-landed on the deck of the ship just before going for a swim.

If I forget for a moment that my friend nearly died, the scene before me is most assuredly a candidate for one of those Kodak moments.

Bare feet, naked legs and thighs, thick-bulging diaper covered with sky-blue rubber pants, exposed belly button and chest from behind a slightly oversized white-unfastened shirt and hair combed in formal Sunday school style. With the lift side of his mouth, Lowell was smirking knowingly at Jamie and with the right side of his mouth he was sucking on a baby-bottle as if he was attempting to turn it inside out. I suspected that it contained more then just coco but the sight of him made me giddy and I never got the chance to ask him if it was spiked.

With a wiggle of his diapered butt he inserted himself between Jamie and myself and rested his head against mine. His body was quite warm and his hair reeked of soap. He later explained to us that Fryer had given him a warm bath before getting him rediapered, generously I might add.

Fryer, a giant trapped in a dwarfs body, was the cook and harbored many secrets. One of those secrets, which Lowell and I discovered early on, was that once Segal, Lowell and I got Fryer off the booze and cleaned up he turned out to be a charming and caring man. Heck, after a while I didn’t even see him has a midget; he was just Fryer and was our friend.

While we helped Segal get Fryer sober again we happened to learn a few things about him and what events lead him to the Banachelli. Fryer used to be an FBI agent just like Segal but he had made a mistake. That was all it was too, just a mistake but the result was that 14 women and 47 children were killed and Fryer wasn’t able to live with that memory so he tried to drown it with booze.

He lost everything after that—his wife, his job, his home and then one night while drunk he tried to kill a woman who he thought was his wife. He was forced to go into hiding to keep from going to prison and his running from the law lead him to the Banachelli where he remained for quite a few years before Lowell and I showed up.”

 

Chapter 4

 

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