Four Little Boys with Lots of Diapers ------------------------------------- Hi, my name is Jamie Fisher. Now that I'm old enough to write a story about my childhood experiences with diapers, I'd like to share this one with you. Many weekends ago.... It was always so much easier for me to get out of bed on the weekends. I wasn't finding grade three all that pleasant so my Saturdays meant a lot. I would do my best to avoid any chores my parents could come up with, and I'd spend a considerable amount of time watching cartoons and eating Froot Loops, or some other kind of extremely sugary breakfast cereal. Hyperactivity was the name of the game here. My parents drank coffee, I ate sugary cereal. Little did I know that this particular weekend would have a strong influence on the rest of my life. I yawned and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. My black and white 'Snoopy' alarm clock said that it was just after seven AM. My parents probably wouldn't be up for another hour or so. I could get an early start on my cartoons and cereal! I moved to get out of bed. Then I felt the familiar sensation of wet soggy sheets. My pajamas clung to my thighs with the heavy wetting they had received sometime during the night. The air felt cold as I pushed my sheets aside. My parents had decided a month ago that I should do my own cleanup if I wet during the night. And changing my sheets was so much of a chore that my room was starting to take on a very distinctive odor. My feet touched down on soft pile carpet and I slid my wet pajamas off. I walked over to my hamper and carefully stuffed my PJ's down to the bottom where they would hopefully not be discovered for a little while. I pulled on some brand new white underwear, then some jeans and my favorite blue sweatshirt. I looked at the dark spot on my blue sheets. A large dark blue circle that mocked my inability to control my bladder. I chose to ignore it. I straightened my sheets and comforter, hoping that it would be dry by bedtime. I opened my bedroom door and walked quietly down the hallway, past my parents' room and into the kitchen. While pouring milk into my Froot Loops I noticed that there was rain and thunder going on outside. Powerful gusts of wind sent large raindrops pelting against the windows. I stood over the heat register by the sliding glass doors, eating my cereal. Warm air blew up my pant legs as I watched the storm rage on outside. I was thinking of a time just a couple of years before, when I woke up in the morning with a diaper on. My bed was dry. All my wet and mess safely contained inside my cozy diapers. I remembered all the extra attention I would receive because of them. I was thinking it would be really nice if I could still wear diapers to bed, but I would never ask my parents to get me some. Too embarrassing! I was pondering these thoughts when my dad walked into the kitchen. Yawning and groaning, he set about the task of making morning coffee. I slurped the remnants of sugary milk in my bowl and dropped it into the kitchen sink. Dad came up behind me, put his arms around my stomach and chest. And squeezed me in a big bear hug till my giggling almost suffocated me. "How's my little tiger doing this morning, huh?" He said, squeezing hard and rubbing his sandpaper whiskers on my cheek. "Fine, Dad!" I said, breaking his grip and spinning around I jumped on his back, ready to wrestle. "Ohh no! Not this early...let go." "Aww... come on.." I pleaded as he carefully lowered me to the floor. "Not right now. But here, why don't you take this to your Mom?" He handed me a large mug of steaming coffee. I took it from him and walked carefully down the hall to my parents room. "Hi Jamie....Oh thank you!" She said as I walked in and set the cup down on her bedside table. "Come here for a sec. I want to talk to you about this weekend." She patted the bed, motioning for me to sit beside her. I bounced up on there king-size featherbed and snuggled close as she put her arm around me and stroked my hair. I loved the feeling of her long fingernails running through my hair, and encouraged her to continue whenever she stopped, like a puppy begging to be pet. "Now you do remember that your father and I are going for a little holiday this weekend, right?" I thought carefully for a moment then sheepishly came up with an appropriate response. "Oh, happy anniversary, Mom!" I tipped my head back to give her a peck on the cheek and she continued. "So you're going to stay over at Michael's, just like we talked about before. We'll be back to pick you up tomorrow evening O.K.?" Michael was a friend I had meet at swimming lessons. He was one year younger than me. Striking blue eyes and sandy blond hair that was cut to a rim just over his eyebrows. He also had two younger brothers. Matthew, age four, and Jonathan, age six. They often came to our swim meets along with there parents, Jeff and Tamara. Last Wednesday my parents had arranged for me to stay over at their house for the weekend. Both Michael and I thought this would be a lot of fun, but I was worried. I had always avoided sleepovers in the past, this would be my first one. What if I wet the bed while I was there? What would everybody think? These thoughts troubled me as I gave a rather despondent "yes" to my mother's question. She put her hand on my forehead and pulled back forcing me to look directly into her eyes. "You do want to go there, don't you?" "Yes, Yes, I do!" I said with extra enthusiasm so she wouldn't push for an explanation to my sultry response. "O.K. well you need to get your stuff together because we are leaving at ten." She looked at her bedside clock "That gives you a little over an hour and a half to get ready, alright?" "Yup," I said, rolling over till I fell off the far side of the bed. "Go on, get going!" She said. making shooing motions with her hands. "And tell your Dad to come in here." I left the room in search of my father, who I was sure would be in the living room reading the morning paper. "Dad, Mom wants you," I said, walking over to the television and flicking in search of cartoons. Saturday morning cartoons were a great way to ignore your troubles, and everything else it seems as I wound up delaying our 10 o'clock departure for an extra half an hour. I just totally lost track of the time. I tried to blame my unpreparedness to the great quality of cartoons these days, but my parents wouldn't have it. The rain continued to pour down as we joined the highway traffic out of town. I was surprised just how far out of town Michael's place really was. I had never been there before. Instead of buildings and endless houses the landscape was now mainly trees and mountainsides. We turned off the highway, and after a maze of smaller roads we found ourselves winding up a single lane road for what seemed a very long time until finally Dad exclaimed. "3589...There it is!" We pulled into a long gravel driveway which wound its way through a small orchard. "Wow cool!" I said, pointing at the large house at the end of the drive. "Oh my, its beautiful!" Mom said as we drove closer. It was a very large double A-frame style home with log construction and a cedar shake roof. Very cute on a hillside in the country, even in this terrible weather." Dad pulled the car up to the front door and I kissed them both as I grabbed my pack and stepped out to the gravel drive. Michael was already at the front door. Tamara also came to the door, opened it wide, and stepped out on the porch. My Mom rolled down her window and said, "Sorry we can't come in but we're already way behind schedule." "Oh that's all right, go on, have a good time." Tamara said a she came down the front steps and put an arm around my shoulder. We waved and I exchanged blown kisses with my Mother as they turned around and drove back down the long gravel drive. "Well, you made it! C'mon, lets get out of the rain!" We ran up the front steps and stood on the porch. "Uh huh," I said, feeling a little uncomfortable in my strange new surroundings. She kneeled beside me and looked into my eyes, then gave a little nod and told Michael to take my pack and put it in his room. The front door opened to a beautiful dark wood interior. A strong gust of warm air smelling of freshly baked cookies enticed me forward. Hardwood floors stretched to the far side of the house where I could see a large picture window and a blazing wood fireplace. Michael zipped down one of the many hallways to the left and after taking my coat Tamara ushered me off to the right into a large kitchen. She pat one of the barstool chairs that surrounded the granite-topped island in the middle of the room. "Come here and sit your little butt down on this chair, we are just going to eat some lunch." I eagerly obliged as my stomach was starting to growl and scrambled up on the stool. Tamara was in her late twenties, long blond hair and motherly hips. She moved with a graceful efficiency, putting out four place settings and pouring milk into each glass. Michael raced into the room closely followed by Mathew and Jonathan. They all wore loose fitting sweat pants and tops except Matthew who was wearing just a thick disposable diaper and a T-shirt. "Hi Jamie! You gotta see this new game I'm playing, its so cool, you can select all kinds of different weapons. Two people can play at the same time, I just got it yesterday." I thought I could hear the crinkling of plastic as he moved but dismissed the sound as coming from Mathew who was still scrambling to get up on his stool. "Awesome!" I said, caught up in his enthusiasm. "What kind of weapons?" Our conversation continued along these lines through our lunch of tomato soup, grilled cheese, and a cookie. When finished we all thanked Michael's Mom and I jumped down off my stool to follow the three boys out of the kitchen and to the gaming room. I walked directly behind Mathew. For some reason I really liked to look at his diaper. It gave him a very distinctive waddle and made a fascinating crinkly noise with every movement. On the way upstairs I suddenly had the urge to touch Matthew's diaper. Pretending that I wanted him to move faster I put my hand on his diapered butt and pushed him along. The slick plastic felt so good, I reached down closer to his crotch and noticed that he was wet. I pulled my hand away as we entered the room. Michael already had the Big screen T.V. fired up. "Come on, sit down. Here's your joystick." I crossed the room and jumped into an open space on the sofa. We were totally absorbed in the game within minutes. Jonathan and I would trade up once in a while so he wouldn't feel left out. Mathew soon realized he wasn't going to be able to play with us and went of in search of other entertainment, pouting as he walked out of the room. "Damn it!" Michael exclaimed as he got up and reset the machine. I definitely heard something when he moved this time. And when he crouched down to hit the reset button I saw thick white plastic diapers sticking out of the top of his sweatpants. Michael stood up quickly and pulled his shirt down over his rather puffy butt. He gave me a sideways glance to check if I had noticed. I looked away quickly, not sure what to think. In a way I felt relieved because I wouldn't have to worry about the impression my bedwetting would make. Michael and I were about the same size, maybe I could get a diaper, too. These thoughts raced through my head as Michael sat back down beside me, his diaper extra loud in my ears. "I'll be back in a sec," I said, passing my joystick to Jonathan. I was embarrassed and excited at the same time, my best friend wore diapers, this was going to take a moment to get a handle on. I walked down the thick carpeted hallway looking for a bathroom. There it was. I opened the door and flicked the light switch on the wall. My eyes popped open with what I saw. I closed the door behind me and took it all in. It was a large room with a built-in change table that took up most of the right wall. On it were all sorts of baby ointments, powders, bottles and diapers. There was even a sink at one end. The left side of the room contained a large Jacuzzi bathtub and a toilet. To my immediate left was three large shelves filled with all kinds of diapers in many sizes, even adult sizes. Pampers, Pull-Ups, Goodnights, and other diapers I hadn't heard of before. I couldn't believe how excited I was about this diaper discovery. I was shaking with anticipation as I pulled a larger disposable free of its packaging. Its crisp folds crackled as I opened it wide. The plastic felt creamy smooth on my cheek and a wonderful scent filled the air. This looked like it might fit...