The Visitor Summary: When Quinton was young, diapers made a bad impression on him. But, then, 5 years later, a strange visitor helps him regain his love of diapers. Hey, my name is Quinton, and I am 14. I am in diapers now, but a while back I despised bedwetters. I was potty trained at the young age of 2. But one time, when I was 5, I remember playing in a playground, when I had to pee. A Kid, stopped me, as I was inside a tube. He said do it in my pants. I did, and he laughed. I was sent home, and spanked. That's probably why I didn't like bedwetters. But this story is how I completely changed. I was about to be 11 at the time. I remember being awake for sometime, but was too lazy to get up. It was just 2 hours till my baseball game, so I could stay asleep a while longer, at least. My dad, however, barged in and yelled at me to get up. I didn't even like baseball. But so I got up, and pulled on new underwear, and my baseball uniform. My uniform was tight on me, and I realized I had to pee. I tried to unzip my b-ball pants, but it was too tight. I yelled for dad, and even he barely did it. After I had relieved myself, I got some bacon and eggs. My mom said I needed at least 3 water bottles. Off me and my dad went, with my 16 year old brother too. He was really nice to come to my games. As I got there, my dad parked beside a kid named Sean. He was shy. But even through his baseball uniform, I could see the bloated diapers. I snickered. When me and him were in the dugout, I laughed at him. "Bedwetter! Hahaha!" "Stop it!" Suddenly, the diaper fell, and his pants turned all yellow. I laughed hysterically. He didn't get to play that day. The field was situated so that there was the field, and behind the far end, there was a huge forest; nobody that went in came out. So that day, I was up to bat. I made 2 strikes. And as I was about to be thrown a 3rd, I got an urge to pee bad. The ball flew over, over, over, and fell deep in the forest. Everyone yelled yea, but I had to go into the forest to get the ball. I still had to pee, so as I ran into the forest (and deep in) I tried to unzip my pants, but couldn't. As I looked around for help, I found I couldn't find the way I had come in. I kept walking and I tripped. Suddenly, I saw a man come toward me. "Hello, Child." "H-Hey." "Well, what do you want." "I- I want to get out of this forest; I have to pee." "Well, then do it in your pants." I followed him, compelled I guess to. He started a fire, and I could tell the sun setting. I mumbled something. "What was that" "O. I was- well I miss my mom and dad." The man then said... "I can tell that you have been hurt. You must learn to bed wet. It is fun, and if you do, I will transport you home." "No! What kind of person pees in- As I said this, He unzipped his jeans, and I gasped. He was wearing diapers! I whispered. "If I have to, I will." After that, we made a bond; a friendship. So for weeks I was taught to do so. But I never could. He was getting distressed, and I needed to pee and go home! One night, I was laying on my bed spread in the forest, when suddenly, it hit me. I lay on my back, and just concentrated. Pee rushed out! If that was not enough, poo plopped down in my underwear. I was ready to yell, but the man, named Carmon, was there. He grinned. "Time to go home." I suddenly realized what he had done. I would be sent home like this. He pulled off my pants, and shirt, and suddenly I was home. It was 9 am. Same time I woke up 3 weeks ago. I was in my underwear, with messed underwear. This was the beginning of something special. I became great friends with Sean. And I love diapers!