Growing Up In Nappies- Part 2

	I was dead nervous about my first PE session. I knew what 
happened at boys' schools in the UK during the first term of the year, 
at least - rugby. I'd never played at Primary school, and it scared me 
a bit. It always looked so violent and all that. Not to mention it was 
the first time I'd be attempting to hide my nappy as I put on my kit in 
the changing rooms.
	Having both those things to be nervous about, I discussed them 
with Sam over lunch. He told me to try and enjoy it ... these 
experiences are what you make of them! And he told me that it would be 
easy to hide my nappy in the changing room as long as I got their early 
and got in to one of the cubicles instead of the main changing area. 
Taking heed of his advice, I asked if we could go change each other in 
the sick room straight away so I could head for the changing rooms 
afterwards.
	He said he didn't need a change, but we finished our lunches 
quickly and headed for the sick room. After he took my wet nappy off, I 
did a poo in to it so it was out of the way, then he cleaned me up and 
wrapped me in two nappies so I'd be well protected for the rugby.
	I went to pick up my kit bag and headed straight for the changing 
rooms ... there were only one or two guys dotted around the main area 
in various stages of undress. I gulped when I saw that the cubicles 
were only curtained off from view - there was no way to lock myself 
away from anyone who wanted to peak in and see me. Slowly telling 
myself that no-one would randomly want to see me undressing, I sidled 
in to an inconspicuous looking box in the corner of the changing room 
and closed the curtain behind me. For the first five minutes, I just 
sat on the little bench and stared at the curtain, testing my theory 
that no-one would want to open it, almost frozen in fear.
	When five minutes were up, though, the bell rang, and it wasn't 
long before every other boy in my year was filing in to the changing 
rooms... increasing the chances that one of them would see me. 
Ultimately, though, I wasn't as scared by this as I was the voice of 
the PE teacher shouting over the noise, "Anyone not ready to go in five 
minutes will be spending the next two hours running around the fields 
in whatever they happen to be wearing at that time!" Being unable to 
tell at this early stage of my school career whether or not he was 
joking, with shivering hands I pulled off my shirt, then shoes and 
socks.
	Taking a deep breath, my trousers came off last. I was standing 
just in my nappies for a second or two ... seconds that seemed like 
days as I desperately clambered in to my gym shorts, praying that they 
covered the white plastic of the nappies. After twelve years of wearing 
a nappy, I knew that the "bulge" didn't matter - people just assumed 
you had a big butt if they saw a bulge, which was fine by me, I had a 
big butt anyway. But it was the white plastic I had to be careful about 
hiding.
	Partially relieved to have them covered up once again in what I 
was supposed to be wearing, I pulled on my jersey, then the thick socks 
and rugby boots. With a minute or two still to spare, I reached in to 
my nappy and felt that I'd already wet myself ... not surprising when I 
was nervous, I suppose. And it was only the inside nappy that was wet, 
despite the slits, so far, so that wasn't too bad.
	Straightening up once again, I headed out in to the main changing 
room, mentally bracing myself against the one-hundred boys that I 
thought could start pointing and laughing at any moment ... but it 
never came. Feeling like a kid getting away with stealing sweets from a 
shop, I walked out of the changing rooms, where a number of other boys 
were already ready.
	It took nearly another ten minutes for everyone else to be ready, 
telling me that of course the teacher was kidding after all. But in 
those ten minutes, it was just time to get more nervous. Other boys 
around me were talking about how much they were looking forward to 
rugby, which only made me more nervous. I sat on a bench outside to 
wait. Suddenly I felt, with panic, the feeling I'd only just started 
getting used to - I needed to poo again. I looked hastily towards the 
changing rooms, where there were toilets, but the teacher had finally 
come out of there with the last of the boys, and was directing everyone 
towards the field. It was too late.
	I was so nervous that I didn't want to get up from the bench, for 
fear that it would cause my muscles to let go and I'd shit my nappy. 
Seconds later, though, the teacher passed where I was and pointed 
towards me and some other boys, saying, "Let's go, lads!" as if we were 
about to do one of the most exciting things ever.
	Too scared of what would happen if I didn't do so, I got up and 
started walking, concentrating hard on not pooing. When we got to the 
fields, the teacher lined us up, and once everyone was ready, said, 
"Right, lads. One of the most important skills in rugger, what we're 
gonna practice today, is tackling."
	That was too much ... first day on the job, and we were getting 
right in there with the most violent (as I saw it) thing. I let go of 
the concentration on my but to soak in the fact we were about to have 
to push each other around ... and so my butt felt that it was okay to 
let go. I let a load in to my nappy, and once I'd started I couldn't 
stop. With my cock joining in the fun, I wet and messed the doubler 
more, probably, than the one Sam had just taken off me not twenty 
minutes ago. As this only made me more nervous, I struggled to pay 
attention to what the teacher was telling us to do.
	After a warm up run and stretches, all during which the nappy's 
load was shifted around significantly, giving me an oddly pleasant 
feeling in an unpleasant setting, we got in to pairs. I was paired with 
someone who wasn't even in my form, whose name I didn't know. With 
black hair and an oddly mature stature for a twelve-year-old, I thought 
he was kind of cute, but didn't have time to think about that. I was 
supposed to tackle him to the ground, then be tackled by him, all the 
while hoping that while we were doing it, he didn't smell the firm load 
of crap nestled against my backside.
	The teacher blew his whistle, and I ran towards my partner. He 
tried to dodge me, but I stuck on course, grabbed him round the waist 
and got him to the floor. I had to admit to myself that it was a bit of 
fun. He smiled at me and said, "Good job!" I wondered if his demeanour 
meant that he'd played rugby before.
	We got up and got a distance away again, and a minute or two 
later the teacher blew the whistle again. This time, I was really 
nervous ... I was about to be pushed to the ground. As my partner got 
close, I chickened out and got out of his way. But he seemed to mistake 
it for sportsmanly dodging, and followed me. I continued to try and get 
out of his way, and put my hand out to prevent him from knocking me 
down. Clearly determined though, he grabbed me by the waist of my 
shorts and pulled me to the ground with him. At first it was a shock, 
but it didn't take me long to realise it didn't hurt as much as I 
thought it would, and eventually I smiled and exhaled in relief. Then, 
I realised he was still held on to the waist of my shorts ... and he 
had pulled them down ever so slightly. I was lying on my front, and I 
craned my neck around to see him lying similarly, with his hand pulling 
down on the shorts, his eyes focussed widely on the top of my nappies. 
Promptly, his mouth spread in to a wicked smile, and with strong hands, 
and with no resistance from me, petrified, he pulled my shorts down all 
the way and said, loud enough for at least the closest dozen boys to 
hear, "Lewis, are you wearing a nappy!?" with a laugh.
	Everyone stopped what they were doing, and the laughing and 
pointing quickly spread around the entire group. I shook off my fear as 
it quickly turned to embarrassment, and still lying down, I took both 
my hands to the edges of my shorts to pull them back up again, but I 
couldn't against the stronger hand of my partner.
	Quickly, but not quickly enough, the teacher intervened and got 
the boy off me so I could pull my shorts back up with tears in my eyes. 
He stopped everyone laughing, told him to run laps for the rest of the 
session, and continued to try and teach the rest of us rugby.
	Mere hours later, though, we were back in the changing rooms. 
Enough people ran ahead of me to take up the cubicles so I was forced 
back in to the main changing area. Intellectually, I now knew I had 
nothing to hide, and like back at primary school, everyone could see my 
nappy because everyone knew it was there. But I still felt scared at 
pulling my shorts down, which I eventually had to do. "Oooo, nice 
nappy, Lewis," said the nearest person. Another half a dozen laughed.
	"Wait," said another, "eeew, Lewis, have you actually shat 
yourself?" I turned beetroot red, realising that now we were away from 
the fresh air, it was easier to smell the contents of my nappy.
	Unexpectedly, at that point, I felt a spank on my butt. I whipped 
round to see the spanker laughing himself to death as if he'd just told 
the best joke the school had ever heard. Other people were laughing 
too. One said, "It's only fair! My little brother gets spanked when he 
wets himself."
	"Well, in that case," said another voice. It belonged to my 
partner, who'd returned from his laps. With the same strong arms, he 
grabbed my hands, pulled me towards him as he sat on a bench and tugged 
me over his knees. He then started to give me a proper over-the-knee 
spanking. It wasn't to hurt me, they were just light spanks, and I 
cried because of the embarrassment, not the pain. His hand contacted 
the back of my dirty nappy about ten times before the loud voice of the 
PE teacher bellowed, "That's enough!!!" The boy was taken off to see 
the head teacher, and everyone else was told to let me change in peace.
	I was never treated that badly about my diapers by anyone ever 
again at the school. People clearly got over the novelty and didn't 
want the same punishment as that boy, who turned out to be called 
Terence, got - he was put in a month's worth of Saturday detentions. 
But, with my secret out already, life was never normal for me at 
school...