It Started on a Rainy Day

The story is based on real life but has been re written in the setting 
of today and not the setting of the 1950s.

It is based on 2 boys about 8 to 9 years of age:

Boy 1:	Ricky ; which is me as a child.
Boy 2:	Bobby; which by accident became my best friend for many 
years
Mother:	Barbara; which is a name for bobby’s mother, used in the 
story line.
Richard:	Who is me in adult form, and many ways a true person.

	That takes the places of the school nurse we had to deal with as 
children but is in no way like the witch we really had.

	And I really am a nurse that works with special need adults and 
children, and I had the world’s biggest puppy love feelings for Bobby’s 
mother.

Right now I have about 16 chapters in outline form.

The story is based on two kids who get to know each other online 
playing an on line game, then get to become real friends for many 
years.

Each story part is labeled by the character who is narrating the story 
from his perspective:

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Ricky

I always hated Fridays at school. The other kids were talking about 
sleepover and play days, but the only thing I had to look forward to 
was being in trouble. To me, if I was older I would run away but really 
did not have any idea of a place to go. Several times I dreamed about 
running away to Niles creek and finding a cave to live in. It was 
almost time for recess. While all the other kids were getting ready and 
talking about playing freeze tag, during that time I was suppose to go 
to the office and see the nurse.

Like I really need any one to tell me I was wet. I knew it. I could 
feel it as I sat in class. I even knew I was about to pee again in my 
pants but no one could tell. I could feel some pressure deep inside me. 
As I sat there waiting for the bell to ring I was hoping it would wait 
long enough to get to the office so the nurse could change me. I would 
have given anything to be like the other kids in the class. They never 
seem to have any problems with control or falling from being clumsy.

Just as the bell rang to recess I wet myself and was thinking it was 
silly to go to the office as school was almost over. I did not need 
another note sent home about being this wet in school. I was already in 
enough trouble with my mother after being wet and having dirty pants. 
When she got me up this morning to get ready for school she told me she 
would deal with it after she got home from work tonight.

As I watched the other kids playing another boy came up and we just 
talked, about how much fun it looked like. After a few minutes the bell 
rang for class again so I walked back to class and set down for the 
last period of the day, and I hated math class. I thought it was stupid 
to learn. After all, I was going to be a paratrooper; who needed math 
to jump out of air planes? During class I thought about getting up and 
leaving the class to go see the nurse to get dry pants from my box, but 
I was afraid to ask the teacher for permission to use the bathroom 
after seeing her send the last kid to the corner for asking in class, 
and especially this soon after recess. So I just sat there and tried to 
do what the teacher was doing on the board. Soon the day would be over 
and I could run home and change and do my chores and talk with my 
friends online while playing WoW [World of War Craft]. It was Friday 
and I knew my parents would be late as it was their payday and the went 
shopping first before coming home. My sister was at my aunt’s house, so 
no one would be home till about 6 P.M.

After class I was talking with Bobby some more about his weekend plans 
and mine, but I lied and said I had none. I was feeling funny talking 
with him as wet as I was and was wiggling a little. I was hoping I 
would not leak and he would not know I was a wetter or a big baby as I 
was many times called. Finally, his bus came and he got on it and I 
started the walk home from school. I got home, did the chores I was 
supposed to do and sat down at the computer to talk with my friends 
online. I was safer there. No one had to know that I was a wetter and 
was in diapers most of the time. We talked about sleepovers on line but 
I had never been any place but home or to my aunt’s house when I was 
little. In fact, the only other place I had ever been was in the 
hospital a few years before.

I sat down and turned on the computer then signed on to WoW to see who 
was on and my friends were there, so we sort of got to talking to each 
other and some one said we should go do SFK to see if we got any good 
drops of gear there. We spent the next hour talking and exploring the 
place and killing the bad guys. During this time I felt like I need to 
stop and go use the bathroom but at the time there was no way to leave 
safety and do so, and soon it was too late anyway as I rounded a corner 
we were jumped by monster. I jumped back, and just that second it was 
all over. I was sitting there filling my already soaked night pants. I 
looked at the time. I still had about an hour and a half and we were 
almost done with SFK, so I just kept playing with them.

A short time later the front door burst open with my mother, and she 
had my sister in tow by her ear. Then she saw me sitting there in my 
school pants and there was no way to hide the fact I was very wet. Then 
she made a funny movement with her nose and threw my sister in to the 
corner as she yelled at me and grabbed my headset, throwing it as she 
nailed me by the ear, pulling me in to my bedroom yelling as loud as 
she could. She said I should have known better and I had better start 
using the bathroom for its intended purpose and not my pants or my bed 
at night.

As she threw me into my room she told me to get my clothes off except 
for my pants and plastic pants. She rushed to the bathroom to fill the 
tub. She washed me off fast and told me to take a fast bath as we had 
to go now. She said she did not need to deal with a big baby right now.

A few minutes later she was back in the bathroom and told me to get out 
and to get dried off then go to living room. She had clean clothes for 
me. She threw me a sweatshirt and told me to put it on, then to lay 
down on the floor where she put a fresh diaper on me and plastic pants. 
Then she told me to stand up, which I did, and I reached for my 
sweatpants. I got my hand slapped and was told I did not need them. She 
had to be able to check me at times to make sure I was dry and clean. 
She combined my hair and sent me out like that dressed to get into the 
car. She told my sister to run and use the bathroom and get in the car. 
She would deal with her later for cutting school all week. She made we 
walk out to the car in only a tee shirt and diapers on.

As we went to get my father after dinner at McDonald’s we went home. I 
got a spanking again and was told I was too big to be going potty in my 
pants and my bed. My mother opened my closet and threw all the stuff 
onto the bed and told me I would sleep in there tonight until I learned 
to use the big potty. When most kids prayed for God to protect them I 
prayed to die, to be free of how I had to live as I fell asleep sucking 
my thumb with my pet monster held tight to me in a dark closet to keep 
the monsters’ away.

Bobby

It was a nice day. Today I made a new friend and could not wait to get 
home to tell my mother about this new boy I had talked with. The school 
nurse is not that bad. When I have to go see him he did not put me down 
for having to help me change my pants twice. He even hinted that there 
are several other kids here with the same problem but he would not name 
them. I felt really funny standing there talking with Ricky after 
school waiting for the bus. I could feel myself wetting but did not 
want to move too much until my body was all done.

I was wondering what my new friend would think if he knew I had to wear 
diapers. Would he still be my friend or would he be like all the others 
and start to call me names after they found out? But I was almost home 
now. Then I could go put my stuff away and play on the computer. Maybe 
my other friends are online, too. God, it would be so nice to have 
someone to talk with about wetting issues and not be called names.

Running into the house, my mother called me over and asked, “How was 
school today?”

“Mom, it was great. Lots of nice kids, even one that seem different. 
The nurse seems okay, too.”

“Okay Bobby, lie down on your pad and lets get you changed, okay, 
honey? Bobby, have you gone number two yet today?”

“No, mommy.”

“You know what the doctor said; if you do not go every three days we 
have to do...”

“Yes, mommy.”

“Okay, let’s get you washed up and get some dry pants on you. Bobby, do 
you have homework tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to wait until later and do it after dinner?”

“Yes, mommy,” I said, jumping up and down.

“Okay, now hold you legs up for me, okay, honey?”

“Mommy, do we have to do that now?”

“Yes, honey we need to do it now. We do not want to do it at bedtime. 
You do not want you to have messy pants during the night when you are 
asleep, do we?”

“NO, mommy,” [thinking about the feelings last time I woke while 
filling my diaper in the night.]

“Okay, honey, this will be a little cold,”  as my mother slowly pushed 
a suppository into my bottom and way up inside, then pulled up a diaper 
and taped to tight to me.

“Okay, honey, pull up your outer pants and go get a something to drink, 
okay? And young man, if you are going to be on the computer I want the 
drink in a bottle.”

“Mommy, I do not need a baby bottle I am not a baby.”

“No son, you are right about that part. By the way, can I take that 
100.00 for the new keyboard out of your savings from the other night 
when you chose not to use a bottle, and you got excited and knocked 
your milk over on the new G15 keyboard?“

“Sorry, mommy. I know.”

“Now hurry so you can get some play time in before we go get dinner and 
maybe a movie at the drive in, okay?”

“Okay, mommy,” I said she watched me run to the kitchen and get a baby 
bottle, a “Bob the Builder” one, and filled it with Pepsi fast, then 
head to the computer. As I signed on to my WoW account I asked my 
mother if she would help me with a quest.

“Not now, honey. Maybe in the morning I can do it.”

“Okay, see if your friends from the last week will help you.”

“Okay, mommy.”

I logged on but did not see my friends online, so I just started to 
kill on a different quest. Then he saw in the lower screen that my 
friend “wetlord” came online. I asked him if he could help with SFK. 
Wetlord told me, “sure, but we need at least one more.” So we grouped 
and did some of the other quests for a few minutes when our other 
friend came online. We invited “stresswet” to join then and ask if he 
would help us in SFK.

So off all three of us ran in the game to the start of SFK. As we 
unlocked the first door two of us rushed the bad guys while the third 
one stayed back a little and healed them as the attacked.

After about 15 minutes I felt my body want to work from the thing my 
mother had given me. I called for my mother and ask her to play for me 
while I used the big potty, but mom told me she was busy getting things 
done and if we wanted to go to the movies tonight I had to use my 
diaper.

“Mommy, I can’t.”

“Young man, you did not have any problem the other night doing it, did 
you?”

“Mommy, I was a asleep.”

“Bobby, please do not lie to me. You may have been asleep when you 
started but you woke up, I bet.”

“Mommy, how do you know?”

“Honey, mommies have a way of knowing things [thinking about the noise 
my bed made while I touched myself, I bet.]

Soon I could feel the pressure building up inside of my tummy, and I 
felt like I needed to pass gas. Then I got to thinking what would my 
friends would think if they knew I was about to act like a toddler and 
go potty in my pants. At about that time we got jumped by 5 big 
monsters, so we were fighting to stay alive when I felt the first 
strong cramp hit me like a brick. I started to cry a little, wanting my 
mother to be sure it is okay, but no way could she feel the pressure 
building up inside me. I could feel my bottom starting to spread open 
as the first of the poop started to enter my diapers.

“So here goes,” I said.

As I began pushing to make the pressure go away my bottom opened. I was 
rewarded with poop filling my diaper. The more I pushed the more poop 
came out. It felt warm and squishy against my bottom. I liked the 
feeling and pushed more, as I wanted to fill my diaper.

“Gosh, this is just the best feeling, I’m going poop in my diaper pants 
and I like it, I like to poop my pants,” I said to myself . As I 
emptied my bowels my bladder opened up and I just relaxed and wet 
myself. My pee came out strong and steadily. Little was I trying to 
talk normal the whole time so the others would not know I wore diapers 
most of the time.

About that time I could hear yelling at some one and it sounded like 
someone was getting yelled at for going potty in his pants. Then all of 
a sudden my friend was gone and there was no way the other two of us 
could stay alive, and we got killed in SFK.

Soon my mother asked me if I was done and I told her, “yes, mommy.”

My mother walked into the room and told me it was time for a bath. Then 
we would go get dinner out and go to a drive-in movie. She walked me 
down the hallway to the bathroom. She had me stand in the shower as she 
undressed me and then had me step out of my diapers so she could wash 
my bottom off before getting in to the bathtub. Soon I was playing in 
the bathtub for 20 minutes while my mother made my bed from last night 
and got me clean clothes to wear.

Soon I was out of the tub and lying on my bed getting dry diapers on 
before I dressed myself the rest of the way. My mother watched as I 
reached for a special pair of sweatpants to wear. As she reached down 
and helped me tie my shoes and got her bag as we headed out of the 
house to the truck. Soon we were on the way to the store and she 
reached into her bag and brought out a closed cup for me to drink from 
as we made the long ride into town.

Mom and I got into town and made a few stops to pay bills. We decided 
to do the shopping the next day as it was getting late and I wanted to 
see the new movie. We drove to Taco Bell and had 2 taco meals each and 
I had a large Pepsi to drink. On the way out to the truck Mom asked me 
how wet I was and asked if I could wait until we got to the movie for 
dry pants. As I jumped into the truck I said I could wait, and as luck 
would have it, we got hung up at an accident on the way to the drive-
in, so it put us to the drive-in at almost dark. After we got the truck 
parked we decided to go get popcorn and drinks and maybe even a few hot 
dogs to eat during the movie. As we got back to the truck the lead-in 
was starting. We jumped into the truck and got the seats better for 
watching a movie.

Soon I was feeling a little sick from the food and wanted to be taken 
to the bathroom to use it. Mom told me, “It’s okay, honey, just wet 
your diaper and I will change you later, okay?”

“No, mommy, I do not have to pee.”

“Honey, it is okay, really, just like you did while on the computer 
tonight; it will be okay.”

As I started to cry my mother held me and told me just to lie down and 
put my head on her lap and relax and maybe it would pass as she rubbed 
my tummy. I knew it was no use, though, but I sort of liked the feeling 
like earlier today sitting at home acting like a toddler. I picked up 
my cup and started t sip from it. I could feel my bottom getting warm 
as I slowly filled my pants, I could even smell my wet diapers as I 
fell asleep during the movie. Next thing I knew my mother was changing 
me at home and putting me to bed with my bright orange pet monster to 
sleep with as she left and turned on my night light.

Richard

Thank God it was Friday. I just wanted the day over with as I had plans 
for the weekend. It had been a quite week at school. If it was not for 
the few kids that needed help during school with personal care it would 
be down right boring. I looked up and noticed the time. I thought I had 
had better get ready for Ricky. He was due in at recess to be checked 
and changed. He hated having to send the note home to his mother on 
progress each week; there never was any. I hate parents that address 
potty training issues.

As I watched the clock count down then keep going, I wondered what had 
happened to Ricky during the last recess, so I walked out in to the 
office to see if he had gone home sick or any thing. Oh well, life goes 
on. As I finished up my paperwork for the week I took one last walk 
around the school. When I heard the bell ring I turned up the last 
hallway where I saw Ricky talking with Bobby, and wondered to myself if 
they knew each other, or even knew how much alike they were. I was sure 
as I watched from the showdown both need to be changed, but neither one 
headed for the office. I watched as they both walked to the bus stop 
then saw Bobby get on the bus and Ricky started to walk away from 
school.

As I walked back to the office I threw the wet clothes from the day 
into a plastic bag and threw then in to my bag. It was easier for me to 
wash then at night then to send them to the homemaking class. As I 
turned and locked my door and turned in my drug key and signed out for 
the week I walked to my locker and got my coat and helmet. Heading for 
the parking lot, I took the cover off my bike, threw the wet clothing 
in the saddle bag, straddled the bike sitting down on the seat and 
wiggled a little. I brought the bike to life and headed for home.

I got home, threw the clothing in the washer and walked in to the main 
part of my house, turned on my computer, walked over to the fridge and 
got a Pepsi. Then I walked back and signed on to my WoW account and 
looked to see who was online.


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