| Title:
| The Trip
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| Name:
| Not given
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| Email:
| Not shown
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| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| 55
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| Posting Date:
| 09/27/09
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| Story Contents:
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| A- Post-toddler (4-8)* | | R- Sisters, other girls* |
| | B- Pre-teen (9-12)* | ● | S- Babysitters |
| | C- Teen (13-17) | | T- Masturbation |
| | D- Adult (18+) | | U- Sexual situations |
| | E- Cloth diapers* | | V- Gay |
| | F- Disposable diapers | ● | W- Erections |
| | G- Pee | ● | X- Bedwetting |
| | H- Poop* | | Y- Accidents | ●
| | I- Exposed diapers/pantslessness* | | Z- Punishment/Diaper Discipline |
| | J- Multiple diapers* | | 1- Female Domination* |
| | K- Baby paraphernalia | | 2- Enemas |
| | L- Mother | ● | 3- Restraints |
| | M- Father | | 4- Crying |
| | N- Aunt | | 5- Spanking |
| | O- Uncle | | 6- Humiliation |
| | P- Brothers (diapered) | | 7- Babying |
| | Q- Brothers (not diapered) | | 8- Regression |
| | *Denotes Deekerian story elements
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| Summary:
|
Thanks to his caring mother, an 11-year-old boy discovers the pleasure and convenience
of nappies.
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| Deekerian Score (20 is max.)
[?]:
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1 (5%)
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"Are you excited love?" eleven-year-old Nathan grinned up at his
mother who was sitting on the end of his bed. Tomorrow was the big day.
He and his mum were flying to the United States to visit Nathan's Aunt
and Uncle and Cousins. He'd never been out of England before, and was
excited not only about seeing America, but about flying on an aeroplane
for the first time. His mother cleared her throat.
"There's something I wanted to ask you," she said. "You know I
still have some nappies from when you wet the bed?"
Nathan could feel himself blushing. He hadn't wet the bed for
over a year, and didn't want to be reminded of the time he had to wear
a nappy to bed.
"You know," his mum continued "it's a very long trip, and on a
plane it's not always easy to get up and go to the toilet when you need
to. I was thinking, perhaps it would be a good idea if you wore a
nappy."
"Mum!" Nathan said. He was eleven years old, he didn't need a
nappy!
"Please love?" she said "I'd feel much better if you did, just in
case of emergencies."
Nathan sighed. Since his father had left he felt a strange duty
to look after his mum, and especially not to disappoint her.
"Okay," he said "if you want me to." She bent forward and kissed
his forehead "Thank you sweetie" she said.
The next morning when he woke up, Nathan found a folded pull-up
nappy on his night table. After his shower he unfolded it and pulled it
on. It was a strange feeling stepping into a nappy again - strange, but
not unpleasant. It felt warm and snug and safe. Nathan pulled on a pair
of nylon track pants and a long sweater. He checked himself in the
mirror, turning left and right to get a good view of his small bum, It
was Ok, he decided, no-one would know he was wearing a nappy. His mum
poked her head round the door and smiled at him "Oh good" she said "you
found it. I have more in my bag, okay?"
It was a long drive to the airport, and there was traffic. By the
time they arrived, Nathan already needed to do a wee. He told his mum.
"We need to check in first, we're running a little late okay?" she
said.
The queue to check in was enormous. As they joined the back of it
Nathan had to cross his legs.
"Mum, I really need to go" he said.
"Stay with me love" she replied "I don't want you going off on
your own."
"But Mum!" he said, blushing again as he realised he was being
overheard - a girl of about 13 or 14, part of the family waiting in
front of them, was smiling at him knowingly. Nathan's mum bent to his
ear.
"Nathan" she said "if you really can't wait it's okay."
Nathan looked at the grinning girl, feeling his face burning.
"I can wait," he said quietly, but even as he said it he knew he
couldn't, at least not for long.
They queue was hardly moving. It was going to take too long to
reach the check-in. He wasn't going to be able to hold it. He was
eleven years old, and he was going to wet his nappy. He felt a moment
of excitement, followed by shame. No, he was going to have to try and
hold it.
The queue inched forwards, another couple of feet every few
minutes. Nathan was wriggling now, trying not to make it too obvious
how badly he needed to pee - that girl was still flicking glances at
him every few seconds. When they were almost at the check-in desk,
Nathan suddenly realised that he couldn't hold it a second longer. He
stopped wriggling and uncrossed his legs, looking at his feet, praying
silently that the wretched girl wasn't still looking at him. He tried
to relax. He could feel the pressure moving from his bladder into his
penis. He bit his lip and relaxed a little more and felt himself start
to pee. A tiny trickle rapidly became a flowing stream and Nathan
caught his breath as he stood in the crowded terminal relieving himself
in his nappy. His initial shame disappeared almost immediately as he
felt the hot wetness growing around his small penis as he wet himself.
He could feel his nappy growing heavy as he wet, the soft material
cosseting his balls. The relief was wonderful, but not nearly as
wonderful as the wetness. As he finished Nathan looked up. The girl and
her family were leaving the check-in desk, the girl turning her head to
grin at him knowingly. His mother was already at the desk.
Check-in complete, Nathan and his mother headed towards the
toilets.
"Mum?" Nathan said quietly.
"Yes love?". He blushed. His Mum smiled "Did you wet your nappy?"
she asked. He nodded.
"Never mind" she said, I have plenty more. Nathan smiled to
himself. He was going to enjoy this trip even more than he had
imagined.