Diapers in Middle School Summary: This is a fictional story about eleven year old Steve and how he starts to wear diapers to middle school. My name is Steve. It all started in fifth grade. I had to go to school wearing Pampers every day. Before I got the Pampers, let me tell you why I had to start wearing diapers to school. I would pee and poop my pants on purpose so I could start to wear diapers again. I remember when it started. My mother had woken me up and put a Pampers on me. I kept telling her, “No! No, mom, I do not want to wear diapers!!” Secretly though, I really did want to wear them. So I went to school that day in a diaper. I had just got to school, and was in first period. I had the urge to go pee badly, but held it in for awhile. A half-hour later, I could not hold it no more, and started to feel the pee filling up my diaper. It felt good. After peeing the diaper, I went to go to the nurse’s office. She checked my diaper, and said that I was able to pee in it some more. So in gym class, in the bathroom, I had to pee again. I told my friends to come in with me. I stripped down to my diaper, and they all said, “Cool, dude!” I said, “Hold on, watch this!” So they all started to look at my diaper and I started to go pee in it. They watched as it turned yellow and swelled up from the pee. They all said, “That is cool, I want to pee in a diaper, too!” I told them come to my house on Friday when my parents are away for the weekend. They all said, “Cool, see you on Friday.” After gym class was over, I went and got my diaper changed. Later that day I had to pee again. So I let my pee out into my diaper, it was not a lot of pee at all, did not even feel wet. When I arrived home later that day, my mom asked me, “How was your day?” I said good, and she then said, “let's go and change your diaper.” So we went into my room and she started to take my diaper off, and said it is still dry, and put it back on me, and told me to tell her when I needed my diaper changed. Later that day when I was doing my homework, I felt the urge to pee. So I just sat there and let the pee flow into my diaper. I kept peeing my diaper for what seemed like an eternity. It felt good all of that pee being absorbed in to the crotch of my diaper, and moving back into the dry areas of my diaper. The wet diaper felt good, so I did not even bother to tell my mother I had just wet my diaper. Before bed, my three year old brother came in my room and we played for awhile. After that, my mother came in and checked both of our diapers. Mike was dry, and I was soaked. She said “Steve, lets change your diaper.” I said, “No, mom, I don't want my diaper changed.” She said, “Change your diaper now,” and I said no again. She then put me on my bed, and started to take my jeans and underwear off, and then I cupped my hands over my diaper, and she moved them, and saw that I was peeing my soaked diaper again. I then put my hands on my crotch again, and started to cry as my diaper started to leak pee out of it. She then cleaned me up, and put a clean diaper on me, and put me and my brother Mike to bed. When I woke up the next day for school I was dry but Mike was wet. So my mother asked me if I would change Mike's diaper for her, and I said, “Yes, I will.” Mike’s diaper was not that wet, so I kept it on him, got dressed, and went to school. During lunch I had to go poop and pee real bad. I let the pee in my diaper, but held the poop in for awhile. Later that day during seventh period with five minutes left in school, I could hold the poop no longer. So I let the poop out into my diaper, and it felt like I had pooped out a coke can it was so big. On the bus ride home, my friends said, “Are we still on for tonight?” And I said, “Yes.” When I got home from school my mom changed my poopy diaper, and she and my stepdad left for the weekend. So it was just me and my brother, and then I called my friends up and said, “come on over now, okay?” About six-thirty that night my friends Matt and John had came over, and we went into my room after putting Mike down for a nap. When we got into my bedroom my friends each took out some Huggies, and Matt gave me one of his to try on So we all went into the bathroom and put our diapers on. Later on that night Mike woke up wet, so I changed him and put him to bed for the night. My friends and I then put in a movie, ate some popcorn, and drank a few cans of Mountain Dew. About a half hour later I had to go pee. So I sat on the floor next to Matt and John, all of us just in our diapers, and began to pee my diaper. I had only peed a little bit, but did not tell them that I had peed my diaper. An hour later, Matt, John, and I all had to go pee bad. So we all looked at each others diapers and began peeing in them. Just my crotch was wet, Matt and Johns' diapers were half wet. So we just sat there and put another movie in. About half an hour later, I had to pee very bad again and could not hold it any longer. I told them I am going to pee again, and we all watched as my diaper filled up with pee, leaving a little dry area for more pee to go into. After the second movie was over we all decided to go to bed. At about 1:00 am Matt woke me up and said I have to pee. John got woken up as well and we all peed our diapers, and I cupped my hands in my crotch again, and they said, “What's wrong?” I said, “I have to pee again,” and they both told me to pee my diaper, but my diaper was soaked from earlier, and I said, “Okay.” They all put their hands on the front of my diaper and I let thee pee out into my diaper, and it started to leak. Then Mike came in my room and said. “I have to go potty,” and I said, “Use your diaper,” and he really peed and pooped his diaper and I changed my diaper and we all went back to sleep. The next morning Matt and John came downstairs where I was watching TV with their diapers sagging from pee. So they changed their diapers and went home until next weekend. Mike woke, came downstairs, and we watched some TV together. A few hours later he said,”I have to go pee,” and I said, “Do you have diaper on?” and he said yes, so I told him to pee in it. He said it was wet and poopy, so I changed him, and he then peed into his fresh diaper. I asked him, “Do you want changed?” and he said no, and I said okay then. Later on, Mike felt the front of my diaper and I said, “What are you doing?” He said, “I feel something warm in your diaper.” I pulled my diaper forward and I was peeing it and did not even realize it. It was pretty wet and I liked the feeling of a warm, wet diaper that I decided not to change it for awhile. It seemed weird to me now that I pee my diaper without even knowing it. Before when I had to go pee, I was able to hold it until I could not hold it any longer. Now, I was doing it without even noticing it. I had now gone from wetting my diapers because I wanted to, to now peeing my diapers involuntarily. Now instead of wearing diapers because I wanted to, I have to wear them or pee my underwear. I thought this is cool, now I have to wear them because I lost all bladder control. Later in the day, Mike had said he needs to pee again, and peed in his already wet/messy diaper. After the second wetting, he wanted it changed. While I was changing his diaper, he asked me, “Are you going to change your diaper?” I said, “I will later, because it can hold a lot of pee.” I put him into a fresh diaper and then put him down for a nap. I went and checked my diaper, and it was not that wet, just a little bit of wetness in the front, so I said, “It can hold some more pee,” and then went on the computer, and talked to Matt and John. They had said they both loved peeing in diapers, and we should do it again real soon. I said, “How about this weekend? Me and John will come to your house, Matt,” and he said that is good with him. My parents came home on Saturday night and asked, “How was the weekend?” I said that it went by just fine. Mom then asked me if I changed Mike’s diapers when they needed changing and I said yes. She then said, “Did you wet the bed?” I said I woke up with a wet diaper, not a wet bed. She said, “Oh, you are wearing them to bed, I see?” And I said yes. Sunday came and we all went over to grandma's house for dinner. Both Mike and I were changed when we woke up, and were both told that we will not be stopping for anything but gas on the way, and put me in a Molicare diaper, with a boost insert, and put Mike into a Pampers. About one hour in our four hour journey I had to pee. I tried to, but nothing came out, and my mother told me to relax, and let it out slowly. I did that, and before you know it, I was peeing my diaper. We then got to grandma's house, just my boost insert was wet, not the diaper at all. So, my mom took the boost insert out, and put the diaper back on me. Mike's diaper was wet, and poopy, so they changed him and put a new diaper onto him. Later on I had to go pee while playing outside with grandpa, and I cupped my hands up in the front of my diaper, and started to pee. I let out what seemed like the Hoover Dam into that diaper, and it was not even that wet. When I did that in my Pampers, they would leak. I told grandpa I went pee. He told me to go inside, and tell mom. I went in and told her, and she said an adult diaper can hold more pee than a baby diaper could, and that she would buy me these diapers instead.
Part 2 I then went to go play with Mike, and when I walked in the playroom, Mike was crying. I walked up to him and asked him what’s the matter, and he started to get up. Still crying, he got up and pulled down his pants, and showed me his diaper. Once I caught a glimpse of it, it was all yellow, and puffed up and soaked from front to back. I then asked him if he wants his diaper changed, and he said no, and kept crying. I then told him it needs changed badly, lets go change you, when he let out a fart and dropped a huge load in the back of his diaper. He then held the front of his diaper, and cried even more. I knew he had to pee, but his diaper could not hold no more pee. I began looking around the room, and saw a bag of Pampers, and told him lets change you. I pulled his soaked poopy diaper off, and cleaned him up and put a Pampers on him. As soon as I taped up his Pampers, I heard him flooding his diaper. When he finished peeing his diaper, mom walked in and said time to go now, and we left and went home. During the drive home, I then soaked my diaper, and saw the front of my diaper get bigger and bigger, even though I was done peeing the diaper. It felt good though, my member pressing up against my completely soaked diaper. I then drifted off to sleep. When we got home, my mom changed our diapers, and put us both in Huggies, and sent us to bed. A few hours later, Mike started crying. I went to his room, and he said peed my diaper, I looked at it, and said you filled it all the way up, let me change you. When I un taped Mikes diaper, I got a hard on in my diaper. My diaper grew large in the front, and Mike said you peed your diaper. I said I did? Mike then grabbed front of my diaper, and felt it. I smacked his hand away, and finished diapering him To be continued.