THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 1
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I was riding my bike home from my friend Darrell's house to see him and
his family one last time before they took off for the summer. He and his family
were leaving to spend two months in Europe. It was going to be a long summer for
me, and probably a boring summer as well, not having my best friend around. It
was Monday, which started the first full week of summer vacation, and I had no
idea how my summer would go or how it would be spent. If anything, I'd probably
get stuck doing chores around the place again and only get paid ten dollars a
week for it. A lot of kids I knew would have felt quite privileged to get ten
dollars a week, but dad made us work hard for it.
On my way back from Darrell's, I cut through the supermarket parking lot
on the corner, which served as somewhat of a shortcut. Towards the end of the
lot I saw this blue-colored package sitting on the ground. As I rode closer to
it I saw that it was a pack of disposable diapers. I thought about how it wound
up sitting in the parking lot, apparently unclaimed. I figured that someone
probably set the pack on their car, and then got in the car and drove off,
forgetting the diapers were there, causing them to fall off.
Seeing these diapers brought out what had always been a latent interest of
mine. It was an interest I never understood why I had. While there were probably
other boys my age-- ten years old--who had this interest, I knew it wasn't
something most kids would want to do, but I did. I wanted to wear diapers again,
just like a baby. I not only wanted to wear them, but use them as well. Every
now and then-- actually quite frequently-- I'd get this fleeting thought about
wearing diapers. Like I said, I never knew what made me think this way, but it
sounded like it would be fun to do it. It remained a far-fetched fantasy in the
back of my mind that I figured would never happen. Today, I began to think that
my fantasy may become more of a reality.
Seeing those diapers lying on the ground gave me an idea. I rode my bike
past the point where the diapers were left. I couldn't just leave them there. I
thought of how good of an opportunity this was to get a hold of some diapers.
Sometimes my fantasy of wearing diapers again would go so far as to envision
watching mom grab some diapers off the shelf as we went through the baby section
of the supermarket. I'd ask her "what are the diapers for?" and she'd say
"they're for you, Randy. I know you'd like to wear diapers again, so I'm getting
you some, and when we get home, you can put one on!" Then I'd say "Oh thank you,
mom! "The only problem I had with this fantasy was how my older sister Tina
would react.
Actually, Tina does know a little bit about my interest in diapers. She's
caught me going through mom's women's magazines a few times. She also saw that I
would stop leafing through the pages when I got to a diaper advertisement or any
picture of a baby or toddler in diapers and then I'd look at it for a little
while before moving on to look for the next diaper picture. All Tina ever said
to me was "you must like looking at diapers because that's what you look at in
mom's magazines." I didn't know what to say to her, so I said nothing and put
the magazine down.
Just once I wish I could have gotten some diapers. I always wanted to
sneak them into mom's shopping cart like I did with candy bars and cookies, but
with diapers I certainly would have been caught, of course, and mom would
question me as to why I would ever want diapers in the first place. Tina, on the
other hand, would have understood why I wanted them, but she probably wouldn't
have known how to explain it to mom. I had no younger brothers or sisters and
none of my friends had any brothers or sisters young enough to be wearing
diapers. I had no easy way to get some diapers of my very own, until now. Now,
at long last, was my chance to get of some diapers, but I knew I would have to
act quickly, or let this rare opportunity pass me by. I certainly didn't count
on ever finding diapers just sitting in a parking lot again, so this was my only
chance.
I turned back around and stopped to look at the package. They were the
extra-large "walker" size diapers, so I knew that they were the largest ones I
could ever get a hold of. I looked around to see if someone was coming back to
claim them. It didn't appear that anyone was, so I bent down and picked them up
with the intention of taking them home with me. If anyone saw me carrying the
diapers, they'd probably figure I was running an errand for my mom and getting
diapers for my "little brother". They were boy's diapers, hence the blue
packaging.
I got home with the diapers with no problems. The problem I had, however,
was getting the diapers into my room upstairs. I had my mom and my sister Tina
to contend with, but I was mostly concerned about my mom seeing me carrying the
package into the house. I didn't want Tina to catch me, either as this would
only confirm what she has suspected all along.
I looked around to see where everybody was. Both my mom and my sister were
out in the garden in the back yard, so I knew they wouldn't see me go into the
house. Having determined the coast was clear, I picked up the package and
carried it into the house.
What I didn't know was that Tina was coming up right behind me as I went
into the house. Just as I got to the stairs in the house, she saw me carrying
the package of diapers.
"Randy!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing with those diapers?"
I was frozen in my tracks. What else could I tell her? "I found them in
the parking lot on my way home," I told her.
"What do you plan to do with them?" she asked, just staring at me.
I actually didn't mind telling her since I knew that she knew. "I just
found them and thought I'd just try wearing them. I figured that you sort of
knew I wanted to try wearing them, so I hope you can keep it a secret and not
tell mom or dad."
"Sure, I can keep it a secret, but, it's no secret to me, Randy. I know
you've wanted to wear diapers for a long time."
"What about you, Tina?" I asked her out of curiosity.
"What? Wear diapers?"
"Have you ever thought about it?"
"No! I haven't!" she responded firmly. "I've never thought about such a
thing!"
It seemed reasonable to assume that most children probably have thought
about wearing diapers at least once after being toilet trained. Apparently my
sister wasn't one of them.
"You mean, you've never thought about what it would be like to go back to
diapers? Just once?"
"I said no, I haven't! But I do know you have. I've seen you going through
mom's magazines. I've seen you stare at the diapers in the store. I've seen you
stare at other kids in diapers. I know more about you than you thought, Randy.
Where do you get such crazy ideas, anyway? I'm glad you've finally brought this
out in the open!"
"I dunno, I just thought it might be fun to wear diapers again. I just
don't know why, but when I found these diapers, I couldn't resist."
"You actually want to try wearing diapers again?" she asked me, acting as
if she were questioning my mental well-being.
"Uh huh," I uttered.
"And use them, too?"
"Uh, yeah. That's one reason I'd like to try wearing them."
"You're weird, Randy!"
I was disappointed that Tina didn't accept the idea that I wanted to wear
diapers. I couldn't wait to get upstairs to try on one of the diapers. Finally,
I was in my bedroom. I closed the door and ripped open the package. I had a
supply of 22 diapers. Assuming I wouldn't get any more diapers for awhile, if
ever, I knew I would have to ration them and not get carried away with using
them up too quickly.
I stripped off my shorts and then my underwear. The mere thought of
putting a diaper on got my heart racing. It was so exciting to do this, to
actually act upon my fantasy. At the same time I was nervous as I didn't want
mom to walk in and catch me. I took one of the diapers and wrapped it over my
butt and around to my front side. As I expected, they didn't fit me. The only
way they could stay in place was for me to wear my underwear over them. After
the diaper was in place I stuffed the package of remaining diapers under my bed
to hide them.
I walked over to my mirror to see what it looked like on me. As I looked
at my butt, I enjoyed seeing the bulk of the diaper sticking out beneath my
white underpants. From the front, I enjoyed a similar view of the diaper bulging
the fly front of my underwear outward.
I wasn't planning to leave my room for awhile, so I decided to leave my
shorts off while I lounged around reading comic books in my underwear/diaper. A
couple hours later my mom came up to my room and knocked on my door. Thinking
she would walk in, I threw my bed covers over me.
"Randy! I need you to come with us!" she shouted through the door. "We
need you to help us pick up some furniture!"
"Okay, I'll be right down!" I shouted. Summer chores, here we go again.
I knew that I was taking a chance of getting caught wearing them if I left
them on, but I had just put the diaper on and didn't want to take it off so
soon. Leaving the diaper on beneath my underpants, I slipped my shorts back on
and met up with my mom and Tina, who were waiting for me in the pickup truck. As
I climbed into the seat, I could hear the diaper crinkling beneath me. Tina must
have heard it as she looked at me strangely.
A few miles later we got to the place, a thrift store, where we loaded
some old tables and chairs into the back of the truck. When mom was away from
us, Tina turned to me.
"You're wearing a diaper now, aren't you?" she asked.
"I told you I was going to try one on!" I replied.
"I don't believe it!" she said. "Now you're actually wearing a diaper!
Just don't ask me to change you!"
Back home we unloaded the furniture and set it in dad's workshop where he
planned to fix up the furniture and resell it, something he liked to do on the
side of his job working as a carpenter.
The four of us had dinner just as dad got home. Afterwards I headed back
upstairs to my retreat. As I liked being able to see the diaper underneath my
underwear, I took my shorts off again. I started to work on a jigsaw puzzle when
I had to go to the bathroom. My natural inclination after having been toilet
trained was to get up and go to the bathroom. This time I thought I'd try using
the diaper instead. I got up off of my bed and sat down on the hardwood floor of
my room (it was an old house). In case the diaper leaked, I wouldn't get my bed
wet, and anything that leaked would be easier to clean off the hardwood.
It seemed funny to just sit there and start wetting in my room, so it took
me a little while to actually do this. I got myself relaxed and let it out.
Within seconds I had just wet the first diaper. As the diaper was intended for
the bladder of a three-, maybe four-year-old and not someone who was ten, my pee
was enough to completely soak it, and yes, it did leak. Fortunately, the floor's
surface made it easy to wipe up, which I ended up doing by using my underwear as
it was soaked anyway.
I never knew how fun and gratifying a diaper could be! It gave me a
pleasure that I would not come to understand until puberty would strike a few
years later. Complacently, I knew I still had 21 diapers left and didn't think
much of rationing them at this point. Immediately I reached under my bed and
grabbed another diaper and put it on along with a clean pair of underwear.
Again, I left the shorts off and just wore my underpants and the accompanying
diaper.
Now I had the problem of disposing of the used diapers. I couldn't just
let a bunch of used diapers pile up in my bedroom. I knew that it would get to
smelling bad in a big hurry, especially since it was summer and my bedroom was
right at the apex of the house where it always got hot. I looked out my window.
Down below were the garbage cans, two of which had their lids off. It was a long
ways away and I had poor aiming skills, so I decided not to chance it. The only
way I could dispose of it was to sneak out there with it in the middle of the
night.
After playing in my bedroom for an hour, I decided that I was too hot and
I needed to cool off in the downstairs where the air conditioner was running. I
pulled the diaper out from beneath my underwear before going downstairs. I
didn't mind being seen in my underwear, but I didn't want anyone, my parents in
particular, to see me with a diaper beneath my underpants. Tina was in the
house, but my parents were sitting on the porch out in the back.
I sat down on the couch by the air conditioner. Tina, who was sitting in
the chair across from me, said "I see you're not wearing the diaper."
"I thought mom and dad would be down here and I didn't want them to see
me."
"What would it matter if they did? You found some diapers and decided to
try them on. I wouldn't be surprised if mom knows you've wanted to wear diapers
again."
"Yes, but they'd probably ground me if they found I out I had any."
"They'd probably send you to a doctor to get your head examined! Why don't
you mind that I know?"
"Because I feel I can actually trust you on this one. I figured that you
knew anyway."
"I could still tell mom and dad if wanted to!"
"Please, Tina, I'd rather they not know."
"I don't know how I could tell them if I wanted to! You, wearing diapers!
How absurd!"
I didn't even want Tina to know that I sneaked some diapers home in the
first place, but since she caught me with them today, I had no choice but to
tell her what I was up to. After I got cooled off, I walked out to see mom and
dad. After talking to them for a few minutes, mom told me there was a new carton
of ice cream in the freezer and offered it to Tina and me. I ran back into the
house and dished it up. I went back out to the couch and sat down with it.
"That looks good," said Tina. "Wanna get me some?"
"Sure." She was being pretty cool about the fact she knew I wanted to wear
the diapers-- not telling mom or dad-- so I felt obliged to honor her request.
Mom and dad came back in just as it got dark. I watched the news with them
and then went back upstairs to bed. I slipped the diaper back on again and went
to bed wearing it. I didn't have a problem with wetting the bed, but I began
thinking and wishing I was a bedwetter so I'd have to wear diapers all the time.
I decided to become a bedwetter overnight, literally.
Even with a fan blowing the cool night air in from my window it was still
stuffy in my room. I tossed and turned awhile, switching to the other side of
the bed which had cooled off. Just as I finally got comfortable I needed to pee
again. As I didn't have to go as much, I felt that the diaper could more
adequately hold my urine. As I lay there I wet into the diaper. It only leaked a
little, though the diaper itself was maxed out. I wanted to lie there in the
wetness and enjoy it, which I did for a few minutes. Then I decided that I'd
better get rid of the used diapers before they stink up my bedroom.
I got the wet diaper off and immediately replaced it with another diaper.
I decided to put two of them on since they didn't have much capacity. I grabbed
two more diapers from the bag, which still left 18 of them. Rationing was still
not a concern yet, though I realized that they would be gone in less than a week
at the rate I was going.
I picked up the wet diapers, including the first one I wet, and tried to
sneak downstairs quietly after mom and dad had gone to bed. It didn't help that
my bedroom door squealed so loudly. I started to open it slowly, but the
sustained squeak it made would have awakened Tina, whose bedroom was opposite of
mine. I finally just threw the door open, making the squeak much shorter in
duration and high-pitched.
The stairs proved to be a challenge in keeping quiet. Each step was
accompanied by a creaking sound. I walked along the side of the stairs where
they didn't creak so badly. I was finally downstairs. I wanted to go out the
back door, but mom and dad's bedroom was on that side of the house, so I ended
up walking out to the front door and taking the long way around to the back of
the house where the garbage was. I dropped the two diapers in the trash and
covered them with some other refuse that had been tossed in there.
I tip-toed back through the house, and went back up the stairs cautiously
and quietly. I went into my room, leaving the door open. I discovered the air
flowed through the room more freely by leaving the door open, anyway. I climbed
into my bed, which had cooled off completely. I lay down on my bed, with no
covers over me, and finally dropped off to sleep.
THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 2
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I was late to get up this morning. In fact, my sister had to come wake me
up as we planned to go to my uncle's farm to pick blackberries. I was lying on
my stomach. My butt, padded by two diapers beneath my underwear, was facing up.
Tina came in and slapped me on the butt, making a soft "whomp" sound. "Get up!
We're leaving right away!"
I grabbed my shorts and slipped them on over my underwear, leaving on the
shirt I wore to bed the night before. I wanted to sneak along a couple of extra
diapers in case I needed to change the ones I was wearing already, but I had no
place to hide them on me while we were out picking blackberries. I decided that
I would just have to make do with what I was wearing. I walked downstairs to
grab a quick gulp of orange juice before heading out to my uncle's farm. The
drive was about a half hour away. We got there at around 11:00 in the morning.
We had just started picking when I felt the urge to go to the bathroom. My
mom was just down from me and I didn't even want her to know I had diapers on,
much less intended to wet them. The blackberry bushes were down near the creek
that ran at the back of the farm-- a long ways from the house. I usually just
ran behind a tree when I needed to go to the bathroom while out at my uncle's
farm picking blackberries. Even Tina opted to do this rather than to run back to
the house. It was early in the day, and it would be at least three hours or so
before we planned to head back home. I didn't want to use the diapers so early
since I had none to change later on. I decided that this time I'd better just go
behind the tree, and then use the diaper towards the latter part of the day if
needed.
Tina noticed that I stopped and went back into the trees. She knew that I
was wearing diapers and probably wondered why I still was going back into the
trees. As I returned, she asked me about it.
"You're still wearing those diapers, aren't you?"
"Yeah, of course I am."
"Why did you go back into the trees then?"
"I didn't want to use the diapers until we were ready to leave."
"Oh, I see."
"I didn't bring along any extra diapers like I wanted to."
We went back to picking the blackberries and kept going until about 2:00
when we finally decided to head back for lunch. My aunt always fixed us a hearty
and truly authentic country- style meal of fried chicken, corn, and mashed
potatoes.
We spent the rest of the afternoon picking some of the other fruits and
vegetables that my uncle grew. I was standing right out in the middle of the
field when I needed to go to the bathroom again. This time I had to poop.
I knew we would be leaving soon, but I debated whether I should try to
dump into the diapers and ride back home sitting in my poop and taking the
chance of having my mom smell it, or if I should waste this opportunity to use
the diaper like I did earlier.
I knew that I was taking a chance, but the idea of pooping into the
diapers and having to stay in them until we got home sounded like a fun idea. I
set my bucket down and squatted down. Tina was standing two rows over.
"Are you getting tired?" she asked.
"Uh, no, I'm...". I started to say that I was going to the bathroom, but
mom was too close and she would have heard me. Tina stepped across the two rows
and came over to me. "You're not *pooping* in those diapers, are you?" she asked
me quietly.
"Well, yeah, I just did."
"You do know that you have to ride back that way now?"
"Oh yeah. I just thought I'd try it."
"You'd better hope mom doesn't smell it. I can smell it already."
It was another half hour that we spent in the field before we wrapped
things up and headed back. I kept going around the field feeling the weight of
my mess in the diaper. I felt so naughty doing it, but it was fun.
We went back into the house to get some water as we were all thirsty from
working in the hot field. I took a few extra drinks for "good measure," so to
speak. Tina also used the bathroom before we left; I had already taken care of
my bathroom needs. I hoped that my aunt and uncle wouldn't detect the smell
emanating from my diaper. If they did smell it, they never said anything about
it.
It was time to go home now. I sat down in the truck and felt the mess
press up against my butt. As the truck had no air conditioning we left the
windows down, which helped to reduce the smell, though it wasn't enough.
"Something sure stinks in here!" said mom. "Check your shoes, guys; see if
you stepped in something."
Even though I knew what the source of the odor was, I still checked my
shoes. Other than some mud, my shoes were clean, as were Tina's. We told mom we
didn't have anything on our shoes.
"Whatever it is, it stinks!" said mom.
Right as we got back home I went straight upstairs and into the bathroom
to see what my diapers looked like. The poop had smeared around the entire rear
of the diaper and it was smeared all over my butt. A lot of it had leaked out
and spread to my underwear. I ended up using an old rag to clean myself up. I
went back into my room and pulled out two more diapers from the bag. This left
16 of them, still a good supply, but this was only the second day I had them. I
realized that I may have been using them too quickly, but since I started
wearing them I got to where I enjoyed them very much, a lot more than I
expected. I knew that if I used the toilet more often then the diapers would
last longer, but I wanted to see if I could use them all the time, at least
during the remainder of the summer. I couldn't imagine wearing them in school,
much less using them. I slipped my underwear and my shorts back on. I took the
dirty diapers and tried tossing them down to the garbage. One of them made it,
but the other one missed! Right on the ground near the back door was the diaper
that missed! It was sitting there, poopy side up, too! "Shit!" I thought as I
knew that I'd have to run down there fast in case mom saw it. Just as I started
to make my mad dash downstairs, the back door was opening. I was hoping it
wouldn't be mom. It was Tina. "Whew!" I thought. She picked up the diaper and
threw it in the trash. She then looked up at me standing at my window ledge.
"You missed!" she said. "Better hope mom doesn't see these in the trash!"
I had to go to the bathroom again, so soon after I just changed the
diapers before. I decide that I'd wet them, but I would stay in them the rest of
the day. I peed in them and soaked them up, but I let them stay in place as I
continued to work on my jigsaw puzzle. Thirty minutes later I was still in wet
diapers when mom came upstairs. She opened the door and reminded me about
getting the lawn mowed today. She was also able to detect the odor.
"Phew! Where is that smell coming from? It's everywhere!"
I wasn't sure whether to say anything or not. Mom then closed the door.
Her face had a puzzled look as she was trying to determine the source of the
stench.
I went downstairs, feeling more self-conscious since I still hadn't
changed the diaper and was nearly caught with it. From what I could see on me
there was nothing that would give away the fact that I had wet diapers on. My
shorts will still dry and there wasn't enough of a bulge for the wet diapers to
be immediately noticeable.
As I pushed the lawnmower around the yard I thought about how nice it
would be to do all of my outside chores without ever needing to go into the
bathroom. I didn't want to try wetting into the diapers any more, at least until
I was back in my bedroom.
Later in the evening, after dad had returned home from work, we had our
family dinner. I was still wearing the same, wet diaper that I changed into
several hours before. It had soaked in by then, becoming more of a damp diaper.
I felt that I should have changed it, but I just couldn't take it off yet.
As I was dirty from the day's work I needed to take a bath. As I sat in
the water I could feel that my skin in crotch was more sensitive to the warmth
of the water, and it was barely warm as the weather was quite hot. I realized
that I had gotten a rash from wearing wet diapers.
I went through the medicine cabinet and found some baby powder. I applied
it to my affected areas, leaving the bathroom with the aroma of the powder. I
still had to put the wet diapers on again in order to sneak out of the bathroom
with them.
I went back upstairs and finally took the wet diapers off. I slipped on a
clean pair of underwear and went back downstairs in just my white briefs. Mom
then asked me about the baby powder smell in the bathroom.
"Randy, you didn't use baby powder, did you?"
"Uh, no I didn't."
"Why do I smell it in the bathroom?"
"It, uh, fell out of the medicine cabinet when I opened it. Some of it
spilled so I tried putting it back in the bottle."
"Oh, that's okay. I was just wondering if you used it."
I looked down and discovered that there was a visible trace of the powder
on my upper thigh near the place I applied it on me. I quickly rubbed it off
before mom would notice it.
After I told mom and dad goodnight I went back into my room. I left the
door open to allow the air to circulate and to keep the room cooler. I went back
to my diaper stash beneath the bed and grabbed some more diapers. I decided I'd
try three of them. I liked wearing two of them better than I did just one, so I
decided that three of them would be even better, and I could drop more loads
into three. This left 15 in the bag.
It wasn't as hot as it was last night, and I did have my door open, so I
slept better. That was until about two or three in the morning, when I was woke
up by a bright flash and a very loud KABOOM! A thunderstorm had rolled in. A
hard, heavy rain then started to fall. The wind was blowing and bending the tree
boughs back and forth. Tina was terrified of thunderstorms and she always ran
into my room whenever one struck.
"Randy! I'm scared!" she said after having turned on the light. She was
standing there in her nightshirt looking terrified.
"The storm won't hurt you, Tina. You're in a safe and dry house." I tried
to assure her she was safe, but she was still terrified. Another loud crash
rumbled. It was loud enough to be felt through the wooden floor.
"Let me sleep in your bed!" she cried as the wind started blowing
fiercely. I had no choice but to let her climb into bed with me. I didn't
exactly care for her to share the bed with me, and this fear was something she
needed to get over. For now, the best thing was to let her crawl into my bed.
As I lay there, her knees pressed up against my butt with three diapers
covering it.
"How many diapers are you wearing now?" she asked.
"Three."
"Three?"
"I liked wearing two of them so much, so I thought I'd try three of them."
"At least you won't have any leaks," she said, assured that the bed would
stay dry. As the storm continued to rumble, she clutched onto me, as if somehow
I was lightning-proof. A few minutes later the thunder was quieter and less
frequent. The winds had subsided to a light breeze. The rain had turned to a
light sprinkle. Lightning that was once flashing directly overhead was now off
in the distance over the hills. The storm had passed.
"Tina, the storm is over with," I said, "do you wanna go back to your bed
now?"
"Well, what if another storm comes through?" she asked. "Can I come back?"
"Just don't wake me if you come back in."
Tina returned to her bedroom after she looked out my window and was
assured that the storm was gone. I don't know how late it was, but I estimated
3:00 A.M. At last I could get some sleep! Or so I thought; Tina was back
already.
"I can't sleep in my bed, it's all wet," she said, standing at my door in
the dark.
"Wet? How is it wet?" I asked.
"The wind blew the rain in through my window and got the bed all wet!"
"Oh, brother!" I thought. What else could I do? I let her climb back into
my bed. She went asleep right away. I continued to lie there awhile, annoyed
over being kept awake like this. By some miracle I managed to fall asleep.
THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 3
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As it was late June, the sun was coming up very early. At 6:00 A.M. I was
awake in spite of getting little sleep. Tina was lying there sound asleep and
snoring. I lay there and thought about how every summer Tina comes running into
my room whenever a thunderstorm strikes overnight. I knew that she'd be doing it
all summer as evening thunderstorms were frequent in this area.
I needed to make a BM. It wasn't easy to do with Tina sleeping there on
the other side of my bed. I had to get on my back and spread my legs apart to
poop while lying down. As I got into position my left foot brushed Tina in the
back. I hoped not to wake her.
I released the big, smelly load into my diapers. I had hard stools coming
out, so I had to grunt and push harder to get it out. I didn't realize how much
I was shaking my bed until I jostled Tina awake.
"Randy! What are you doing?" she asked groggily.
"I'm taking a crap!"
"What? Randy! Are you really?" The smell was starting to fill the air. She
immediately jumped out of the bed.
"I don't believe it! Why don't you just use the toilet?"
"I don't use the toilet, anymore."
"You're going to wear diapers every day from now on?"
"I'd like to."
"Where are you going to get more diapers? Are you going to ride around
town and look for dropped packages?"
"I dunno. I might buy my own."
"I hope you know that those cost at least $8 a package. Can you afford to
spend that much of your allowance each week?"
"They do? Gee, I didn't know they were that much.," I said in a surprise.
"You'd have to really kiss up to dad to get your allowance raised. I'm
going back to my bed, it stinks in here!"
There, she finally left, which is what I wanted her to do. I tried to fall
back asleep, but the sun was already up and I was too awake now. I just lay in
bed in three dirty diapers. I knew I'd need to get rid of them soon.
I knew that dad had already left for work. Mom, however, would probably
still be asleep. I decided to sneak downstairs and out to the back to dispose of
my diapers. I managed to slip through the back door without waking mom, who was
still asleep. I stood at the garbage cans, looking up at the back door and
hoping mom wouldn't come out, or look through her bedroom window which I also
kept an eye on.
Leaving my underwear on, I pulled the dirty diapers out of my underwear
and stuffed them into the trash. Again, I concealed the diapers by covering it
with other trash. So far, so good. I went back into the house.
Just as I was coming through the back door, mom was up. She was staring at
me as I stood there in my underwear.
"Randy! What are you doing out here so early?"
I had to think quickly. "Uh, I thought I heard a noise."
"A noise? Like what?" mom questioned.
"It just sounded like somebody was out here," I said, though it knew it
was too contrived to sound convincing.
"Well, the only 'somebody' out here is you, Randy. Now get back in the
house."
Just as I walked in, mom looked at my rear end, covered only by my
underwear. The mess also left some conspicuous stains that showed prominently.
Mom could see and smell the large mess I made.
"Randy! Did you have an accident?"
Oh boy. I knew I was caught. "What?"
"Your underwear is soiled! You had an accident!"
"Yes, I did, mom." It wasn't actually an "accident," but as far as mom
knew, it was.
"I had a really bad dream and must have done it last night." Again, this
sounded too contrived.
"Well, it's morning now. Get yourself cleaned up before you do anything
else."
I went into the downstairs bathroom and cleaned myself up the best I
could. Mom handed me a clean pair of underwear through the bathroom door. After
I got myself cleaned and my underwear changed I went back upstairs. Just as I
went into my bedroom I heard Tina.
"Mom almost caught you, huh?" she said.
"Almost. She saw me outside and then saw my dirty underwear."
Back into my room I immediately stuffed three more diapers into my
underwear. While the morning had started some time ago, I was feeling tired
again and took a short snooze before getting on with my day's activities. It was
about 9:00 before I was out of bed. I was in my shorts-- with diapers
underneath-- and ready to go do today's big chore, to haul the trash to the
dump.
Tina and I spent awhile loading some of the wood scraps from dad's shop
along with the trash, which I knew contained several dirty diapers. Mom was
already sealing the bags and pulling them out of the trash cans before I could
get to them as I intended to do. As mom was closing up one of them she said
"there's that awful smell again! Where is that coming from?" she said.
I knew where it was from, and so did Tina. We just kept working, loading
scraps of wood and other debris from dad's workshop into the back of the truck.
I kept looking back at mom, hoping she wouldn't start sifting through the
garbage to find out where that smell was coming from. There was so much other
stuff tossed in there that she probably thought it was the aggregation of the
refuse-- rather than one particular element-- that contributed to the stench.
As I was still tired, I decided to take a break. In dad's shop was a stack
of old, weathered wood that we hadn't yet moved. I sat down on it, only to
discover that I had sat on a nail. While the diapers did well to reduce the
impact, I still felt the nail push through the diapers and into my butt, enough
for it to cause pain.
"Ouch!" I yelled. I got up and realized what had happened.
Mom, who was nearby, heard me. "What, Randy? What did you do?"
"I sat on a nail!"
"Oooh," mom winced. She then looked at the large nail sticking up. "Let's
take a look at it."
"But, mom, I'm uh, I'm okay."
"How can you be okay, Randy? Come on, I don't want you to get tetanus."
"Mom, tetanus doesn't come from rusty nails," Tina said with such
authority. "I read it in a book at school. It comes from manure and other
contaminants that might be on the nail. Besides, look at the nail; it's not even
rusty!"
"Well, I'm not taking any chances," mom insisted. "Drop your shorts so I
can take a look."
I just sat there. First and foremost, I didn't want my mom to see my
diapers. Tina was also still standing there, and I wasn't one to bare my
buttocks in her presence.
"She needs to make sure you didn't get brain damage!" Tina remarked as she
laughed.
"Tina!" mom scolded. "Now that wasn't very nice!"
"It was just a joke!" Tina defended.
"Randy, I need to see if you need to go to the doctor! Now just let me
look!" Mom was getting impatient. I still hesitantly sat there, knowing what
would be revealed if I pulled the shorts down.
"Randy, I've changed your diapers, so it's not like I've never seen your
bare bottom before."
How strange she mentioned diapers! I couldn't just expose my diapers to
her. I had to at least get them out from under my shorts. I made a quick escape
as I got up and ran out of the workshop.
"Randy! Come back here!" yelled mom. I quickly ran behind the shop and
quickly pulled the diapers out from beneath my shorts. I just tossed them on the
ground to get them off of me, hoping mom wouldn't walk back there. I then ran
back into the shop where mom was waiting with her hands on her hips.
"Okay, go ahead and check," I said.
"What was that all about?" she asked. I knew I was close to getting caught
for sure.
"I wanted you to go back there where nobody would see us.," I said.
"We can do it right here; no one will see us," said mom. Even without the
diapers I was embarrassed to have to expose my bare butt to my mom. Tina got up
and said "I'll leave so he won't be embarrassed." I turned around and saw her
walk by the window on the side of dad's shop, going towards the back. I figured
that she knew what I did and took my diapers so that I could put them back on
later.
With my shorts pulled down, mom examined my left buttock, where I told her
where I sat on the nail.
"All I see is a small red spot. I don't know how such a nail didn't do
more than it did. Well, you look okay. Pull your shorts back up. There! That
wasn't so bad, now was it?"
It could have been had I not gotten the diapers off!
Mom walked over to the board and examined the nail. She ran her finger
along its point. "Ooh!" she said, flinching from apparently underestimating it's
sharpness. "That is strange," mom remarked. "It must have been the way you sat
down on it, Randy; it's a sharp nail."
In a way, it was how I sat on it. This was a close one! I began to wonder
how much longer I could wear diapers before some other incident gave away the
fact that I was wearing them. I ran back into the house where Tina was waiting.
"Randy! You need to get back to work so we can get off to the dump!" mom
hollered.
"I'm thirsty!" I said as an excuse to go in the house. Actually, I really
was thirsty so I did get a drink of water to justify my going into the house.
"Tell Tina to get back out here, too!" mom yelled.
Tina was sitting in the living room. She knew I wanted my diapers back. "I
hid them under your bed upstairs," she said. "You're lucky I'm covering for
you!"
I immediately ran to my room and rediapered myself with the three diapers
Tina tossed under there for me. I needed some kind of protection against sitting
on nails, I thought somewhat jokingly. It turned out that the diapers spared me
from a lot of pain and possibly a trip to the doctor.
Just as I was coming back down the stairs, mom was standing there. "Randy!
Stop dawdling and get the rest of that wood loaded!" she commanded. "And watch
out for nails!" she added as some sort of a reminder.
We finally got all of the wood and other debris loaded as we got into the
truck. I didn't particularly like trips to the dump, especially in the summer
when the heat caused the trash to smell at its worst. We got to the big rubbish
pile where are noses were assaulted by a such a sickening stench.
The three of us quickly unloaded the back of the truck. Mom tossed one of
the garbage bags onto the pile. The tie on the bag came loose and spilled
garbage as it hit the ground. Mom noticed that a diaper poured out with the
other trash. Its light-blue surface clashed brightly against the other trash. It
was one of the diapers that I had soiled quite heavily.
"Is that a diaper?" mom asked rhetorically. "How did that get in our
trash?"
Mom then looked at me as if she suspected something. I had to say the
first thing that came to mind. "I think those noises I heard this morning was
someone using our trash cans." It wasn't a lie. After all, I was the "someone"
making the noises and using the trash cans to dispose of the diapers. Mom just
stared at me, as if she knew more than I wanted her to know. I turned and looked
at Tina. She held a straight face and said nothing. We then finished unloading
the rest of the trash. I took the "precaution" of grabbing the other garbage
bags and dropping them on the pile more gently to avoid a repeat of what
happened with the first garbage bag. As I continued with the rest of the stuff,
I remembered how much I hated the dump.
"Mom, why don't we just have the garbage men pick up our trash?" I asked
in protest of going to the dump.
"For one, it's too expensive. We'd have to pay extra since we live in the
county and not the city limits. We also needed to get rid of all this old wood
anyway."
I hated the fact that we lived just beyond the city limits. I wished the
trash collectors would have made an exception since we lived so close to city
limits, but it didn't work that way.
THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 4
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I was glad to get back in the truck and out of that place! Just as we left
the dump, I needed to pee. After having two close calls today, I debated whether
to use the diapers with mom in my presence. I managed to hold it until we got
home. I immediately ran upstairs and went into my room. I sat on the floor and
wet the diapers. After I finished wetting I immediately started changing out of
the diapers. When I had them completely off I reached under my bed to grab three
more diapers. I knew the risk of getting caught was as high as ever, but I
didn't want to give up my diapers. I was completely naked from the waist down
when my mom knocked on my door.
"Randy? Do you have your laundry ready?"
"Shit!" I thought. I stood there motionless, thinking how and why this was
happening, how I was suddenly subjected to so many close calls with my mom in
one day.
"Randy! Are you in there?" she yelled.
"Yes, mom. I'm changing." I was changing diapers, but I didn't want her to
know that. I slid the pile of wet diapers under my bed with my foot just to get
the diapers out of mom's sight.
I just had my underwear on, which was good for now. Along with the three
wet diapers, I slid the three clean ones under the bed. I opened the door.
"Is your laundry ready?"
"Yes."
I handed her my basket of dirty socks, shirts, shorts and underwear.
"Why are you changing?" she asked. Here we go again.
"The air at the dump made my clothes stink."
"So why do you still have your shirt on?" I think mom was finally onto
something, or I was just being apprehensive. I couldn't think of anything
plausible now.
"Randy, what's going on?" Now what could I say? I was at a total loss for
words.
Mom started sniffing the air. "It smells like someone peed their pants in
here," mom said. She then looked down at my underwear. The three diapers still
didn't hold all of the urine as some of it leaked into my underwear.
"Did you wet your pants, Randy?" mom asked.
"Uh, yes, mom. I did," I confessed.
"You've been acting strange lately, Randy. Especially today. Now I know
why."
Mom then turned around and left the room with my laundry, saying nothing
more. I dashed across the hall to Tina's room, where she had retreated since we
got home.
"Tina!" I yelled through the door. She opened her door and said "what do
you want?"
"Tina! I think mom knows about my diapers!" I told her. "What do I do?"
"I dunno, what do you think? They're your diapers, you found them, you
wanted to wear them. I dunno, Randy. I'm afraid that's your problem." She then
closed the door. "No, Tina! Wait! I need to talk to you! You've been covering
for me!"
She opened the door back up again. "What do you want me to do? What can I
do?"
"Well, what should I say if she finds out?"
"Tell her you found some diapers in the parking lot and you thought you'd
try wearing them! It's the truth! She'll probably just tell you that you're too
old to wear them!"
It wasn't much help. I never prepared myself for what I'd tell my mom if I
got caught. I never anticipated how my mom would react. I mean, I knew that she
wouldn't approve of it, but how she would actually respond, I just didn't know.
I went back into my room and retrieved the wet diapers that I slid under the
bed. In a desperate attempt to quickly dispose of them, I dropped them straight
down from my window. There was a large shrub directly below my window. If I
could drop them behind the shrub, they would be hidden there, where I could
later sneak them over to the nearby trash cans. I managed to execute my plan
successfully. I feared that getting caught was so imminent I didn't even want to
wear my diapers at this point. I decided that I would wait until I went to bed
tonight to wear them. Without wearing diapers, I slipped a pair of shorts over
my underwear on and went downstairs.
Mom called me into the wash room.
"I went through your underwear. It looks like you've been wetting your
pants quite a bit. I even noticed you've also pooped in some of them. Why are
you doing this, Randy?"
I finally had to confess to what I was doing. "Mom, I don't know how to
tell you this."
"Take your time. I'm listening." Mom just stood there, putting the laundry
on hold as she stared at me.
"I was riding home from Darrell's one day and I found some diapers in the
parking lot."
"You found some diapers?"
"They were just sitting there in the parking lot and I picked them up and
brought them home. I've been putting them in my underwear...and using them."
"Why, Randy? Why would you do such a thing? I don't understand."
"I just thought I'd try wearing them. I was just wondering what it would
be like to wear them again."
"You're ten years old now, Randy. You don't need diapers anymore. I
thought something was strange about finding dirty diapers in our garbage. Now I
know why everything stinks all of a sudden! Do you still have any diapers in
your room?"
Feeling guilty enough already-- too guilty to lie any more-- I said "yes.
I'll go get them."
A few minutes later I came back downstairs, carrying what remained of my
diaper supply. Halfway down, it occurred to me that I should have at least
grabbed a few of them and then handed mom the rest. I mean, she didn't know how
many I had anyway. It was too late to turn back upstairs. Instead, I reached
into the package and grabbed several diapers, ready to toss them up the stairs
where I could retrieve them later. Mom, who was waiting at the bottom of the
stairs, saw what I was trying to do. "No, Randy! I want ALL of them!" she
demanded.
I hated to do it, but I handed the entire package over to mom, along with
the diapers I had hoped to save for myself. "I'm sure Mrs. Lane's boy could use
these," mom remarked. Mrs. Lane, incidentally, was a friend of my mom's who had
a three-year-old boy still wearing diapers. "Great, their just his size, too! I
think they're a tad bit small for you, Randy." Mom patted me on the butt as she
said that.
I went back upstairs, already having realized that I gave up the diapers
that brought me so much pleasure to wear. The rest of the night passed as it
usually did. By the time it was dark I was in bed in my underwear-- no diapers--
just my briefs and a shirt.
I just lay there, mentally kicking myself for handing my diapers over to
mom. I missed wearing diapers to bed! I wanted to just mess my underwear while
lying in bed, but that wouldn't have been the same as doing it in diapers.
I couldn't stand it any longer. Mom and dad had already gone to bed by the
time I got back up. I went downstairs and out to the laundry room. I groped
around to find the flashlight that was usually kept on top of the dryer. After I
found it I looked around for the diapers, hoping to find them there. I looked on
the shelves and in the cabinets and just about everywhere else. Finally,
demonstrating Murphy's Law-- that something will always be in the last place one
looks-- I turned around and looked behind the door. Ah, yes! There it was! The
blue package with which I had so regretfully parted! I grabbed three diapers and
tip-toed my way back upstairs. I wanted to grab more, but mom probably had at
least a vague idea of how many were in the pack, so I didn't want her to notice
that any were missing. Delightfully, I put the diapers on underneath my briefs.
I didn't need to go to the bathroom so I didn't use the diapers right away, but
at least I had them on. I peacefully and happily went to sleep.
The next morning I woke up in diapers as I had recently gotten accustomed
to, only to quickly remember that these were the only diapers I had. I needed to
pee. Should I use them now? Why not? It was Friday, and I would get my allowance
paid the next day. Then I could buy another pack of diapers! I'd just have to be
more careful with them! For now, I could sneak more diapers out of the blue
package to get me through the day. I hoped that my mom didn't pay that much
attention to how many were in the pack.
Before I actually used the diapers, I wanted to make sure I would have
diapers to get me through the day. I first checked to make sure that mom was
outside. I went to the blue package awaiting Mrs. Lane's boy and pulled three
more diapers out. I hoped that mom didn't see how many diapers were in the
package before I handed them over. I knew I was taking a chance now, but I
couldn't help it.
Now I had six diapers, enough for today. I realized that if I only wore
two at a time, they would last longer. I pulled out one of the three diapers
from my underwear and included that diaper with the other three I had re-
claimed. I ran upstairs and stashed the four of them under my bed, making extra
sure that they were out of view.
With two diapers on, I wet into them. I took my shorts off first to avoid
getting them wet, too, plus to get the visual appeal of seeing the diapers on
me. I had to poop a little too, and had done so. I didn't want to risk sneaking
the diapers out to the garbage and decided to leave them on, in spite of being
wet and poopy.
It occurred to me that I forgot about the other diapers I tossed down
behind the shrub. I slipped my shorts on and ran down to grab them. Just as I
headed out the back door, mom was coming into the house.
"Where are you going in such a hurry?"
"Uh, uh, I'm going for a bike ride."
"Where are you riding? You're not going far, are you?"
"Uh, no. Just along the creek."
"Okay. Be careful!" she advised. Whew! The way I thought of that last-
second excuse, I figured she'd get me for sure!
Mom was back in the house, where I could safely retrieve the diapers
behind the shrubs. I quickly seized the diapers and deposited them in the trash
at once.
I then walked towards the back of dad's shop where I parked my bike,
pretending to be leaving for a bike ride along the creek as I had told my mom. I
just started going down the driveway when mom came back out and stopped me.
"Hold it! I want to check something!" said mom. "Get off your bike!" she
said. I just stood there waiting to find out what she wanted to check. She went
behind me and pulled my shorts down. "Ha! Just as I thought! I figured you'd
sneak some of those diapers before I took them to Mrs. Lane! Now get those
diapers off! I can tell you've used them already!"
I went into the downstairs bathroom to remove the diapers and to clean
myself up. I came back out a few minutes later carrying the dirty diapers. I
went out to the trash and disposed of them. Mom knew I was wearing them, so
there was no point trying to sneak them out this time. Once again I was un-
diapered, which was something I now didn't like.
"I'm going to Mrs. Lane's," said my mom, taking the blue package of
diapers with her. "I had better not see you wearing any diapers when I get
back." She then left. Tina came downstairs and saw me standing there
disappointed.
"So mom took away the rest of your diapers?"
"She did." I didn't even want Tina to know I still kept a few for myself.
"Mom is right, you know. Most ten-year-olds don't wear diapers."
"Maybe they do, Tina. They just don't tell everybody. I don't go around
school and tell everybody."
"Okay, ten-year-olds aren't *supposed* to wear diapers; how's that?"
"I wish most kids like me would wear them, then maybe I could wear them
because I like to wear them."
"Only you, Randy," Tina said as she sighed.
Mom came home about an hour later. Right as she came in through the door
she was on me. "I want you to take your shorts off right now!" she said sternly.
"What?"
"I said take your shorts off!"
Obeying mom, I pulled my shorts down and stood there in front of her in
only my underwear. I didn't understand what was going on. I was just minding my
own business when mom approached me like I was in trouble again. As far as I
knew, I wasn't doing anything wrong.
"Good, you're not wearing any diapers! I want you to stay in your
underwear so I can see that you don't wear any diapers! I know you've sneaked
some out of that bag. I'm just making sure you don't get to use them!"
I spent the rest of the day in my underwear. Mom even went upstairs and
took away all of my pants and shorts so that I couldn't wear them to conceal any
diapers I may have put on. "Where are the rest of the diapers you took?" she
asked.
"I don't have them, mom!"
"Don't you lie to me, young man! Give me the rest of those diapers!"
Once again she had me. I reached under the bed and gave her the last four
diapers. Now I didn't have any more diapers!
Mom then had me bend over on the bed. She had me pull my underwear down as
she smacked my leather belt across my behind. "This is what you get for lying!
," she yelled as she administered a dozen or so whacks. I was crying as the
stinging pain afflicted me. After I calmed down I looked at my butt in the
mirror, noting the reddish-colored marks where the belt struck me.
Dad came home that evening and was surprised to see that I was "ready for
bed" so early. So far, dad had absolutely no idea of what was going on with my
diapers. Mom told him that I was in trouble and by taking my pants away, I
couldn't leave the house. In other words, I was grounded, for two weeks. She
didn't tell dad the primary purpose for making me go around in my underwear all
day.
I was also sent to bed early, which only made matters worse. I planned on
spending my time in bed wearing the diapers that I kept. I didn't have any idea
what mom did with the diapers that she confiscated so I had no idea where to
look for them. As I was feeling upset, I said "screw the diapers, I'll go in my
underwear!"
I knew that I would regret doing this later as I would probably get caught
and get in more trouble. I knew that I was in an irrational mode of thinking,
but I was upset and I just wanted to do it, just for the sheer sake of
naughtiness.
I did, however, lie on my floor so that I could keep my bed clean and
clean up the mess from the floor. It took me awhile to start wetting. I even
stopped for a moment, momentarily thinking of what I was doing in a realistic
sense, only to quickly return to doing what I had intended.
I began wetting my briefs. It felt exciting to feel the warm urine pouring
all around me, but something just was not there, the bulk of a diaper. Having
just a pair of underpants on did not produce the same kind of feeling that a
diaper did. I got up and wiped up the mess, a fairly large puddle, off of my
hardwood floor. I used my underwear, already soaked with urine, to wipe up the
puddle. I had to grab another pair of dirty underwear to wipe up the rest of the
puddle. I put on a clean, dry pair of underwear and went into the bathroom to
wash my hands.
While I was washing my hands, it occurred to me that I could wear more
than just one pair of underwear. If I put on a few extra pairs, then it would
feel thick, somewhat like a diaper. I got back to my room and opened up my
underwear drawer. It looked like I still had a dozen clean pairs left. I figured
the more I put on, the thicker and more diaper-like it would be. I started
putting on the extra underwear, one pair at a time, until I was wearing nine or
ten pairs. There were three left in the drawer when it got to where my underwear
was getting too thick for any more pairs to fit. I was satisfied with what I
had. I never tried doing this before and I wasn't sure how effective of a diaper
it would create. I hoped that I would need to go to the bathroom before falling
asleep to test it out. Instead I ended up falling asleep. The next morning, when
I woke up, I looked down and remembered what I did. My underwear, now in
multiple layers, was bulging out from it's thickness. I needed to pee really
bad, too. Now was my chance to try out my improvised "diaper".
THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 5
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As I lay there cozily in my bed, I listened to a steady rain falling
outside. The temperature outside had dropped to what felt like fifty degrees,
perhaps only forty-five degrees, making my room, with the window open, feel just
as cold. I needed to go to the bathroom, but I didn't feel like getting out of
my warm bed. I had my "diaper" on-- some ten or twelve pairs of underwear worn
together-- so I decided to try using it right there.
As the underwear was so tight, it was hard to get myself started, but
after allowing myself to relax, I let it pour out. I could feel it running all
around the inside of my underwear, getting soaked up by the many layers of
cotton. This was so exciting to me as I felt like I as wearing a full-size
diaper that fit me, not just a bunch of baby diapers stuffed inside of one pair
of underwear.
It took awhile for the last of my urine to stream out, but as I stopped
peeing, I felt it soak all the way through to the topmost pair. Then it started
to leak out. I stopped for a moment and got out of bed I before getting the
sheets any more wet.
I got out of my bed and felt the initial blast of cool air against my
legs. I stood there and let the rest of my pee out, letting it drip onto the
floor. I grabbed an old bed sheet that was stashed in my closet and laid it down
on the puddle that I created. I pulled the soaked and messed "diaper" off of me
and wiped the excess wetness off of me using a dirty T-shirt from my laundry.
Right away I put on another dozen or so pairs of underwear and went
downstairs to join Tina, who was watching Saturday morning cartoons. I went into
the living room and sat down on the couch next to her. After a half hour or so
at a commercial break, I got up to pour a bowl of cereal. That's when Tina
finally noticed that I had a dozen pairs of underwear on.
"Randy! What's with all the underwear?"
"I'm surprised you didn't notice earlier!" I told her. "Since mom took
away my diapers, I decided to use my underwear instead, at least until I get
some more diapers."
"What? You're putting on extra underwear, for a *diaper?*"
"It worked for me last night!" To an extent, it did, but I didn't want her
to know that it leaked on me.
Tina looked at me straight in the eyes and said, "You don't give up,
Randy, do you?"
"Not very easily."
"Are you going to let mom see you like that?" Tina asked.
"Of course! What can she say? I'm not wearing diapers, am I?"
"No, but she'll get the idea anyway."
Mom and dad had left to attend an auction where dad was selling some of
the furniture he had been building. I expected them to be gone until at least
noon, so I knew that I had awhile to roam around the house in my thickly-layered
diaper-like underwear, perhaps even make a mess in it before they got home.
At around 11:30, while Tina was fixing lunch, I needed to go to the
bathroom. I knew that I would get in big trouble for sure if mom ever knew I had
resorted to using my underwear to fulfill my wishes to wear diapers. There was
such a rush that went through me as I anticipated dumping my load into the
underwear. I sat at the kitchen table waiting for Tina to pour me my bowl of
soup and put a couple of sandwiches together.
The rush was so great and I had to act upon it. I remained in the chair as
I got on my knees and felt my padded rear end plant down on the heels of my
feet. I pushed the load out and felt it spread and cover the entire seat of my
underwear. It was even more of a rush to do it while Tina was standing at the
kitchen counter, the feeling of doing it in her presence but without her
knowing.
Just as I sat myself back down Tina was ready to serve lunch. I felt the
squishy, sticky mass of poop smeared all over my buttocks as I sat back down in
the chair. A couple minutes later Tina stopped eating and looked up at me and
taking a whiff of the air.
"Phew! Randy, did you just shit in your undies?"
The rush feeling was overwhelming. Nervously, I said "yes".
"Hurry up and eat! You'd better get yourself cleaned up before mom and dad
get back from the auction!" she advised. "They usually get home at around noon
after the auction."
I ate the rest of my soup and my sandwiches before getting up to get
myself cleaned off. Just as I was finishing my glass of milk, mom and dad came
home, entering through the back door which led into the kitchen.
"Hi Tina! Hi Randy!" mom greeted us. "Boy is it raining out there!" mom
commented.
"How was the auction?" Tina asked.
"Your dad got over $500 for all his furniture! They were really bidding on
his stuff!"
"That's great!" I commented.
Tina had since gotten up to start on the large stack of dishes that had
accumulated over the last few days. She and mom kept talking about the auction
and other things while I sat there and waited to have a chance to at least go
upstairs. Now that mom was standing there, I didn't want to get caught wearing
several pairs of underwear with a big mess in them. Without the mess, I could
easily just get up and explain that I wasn't wearing diapers, but having a mess
in my underwear, such an excuse was void.
"Randy, give your sister a hand with the dishes," mom told me. I hesitated
before getting up, but I couldn't just sit there. As I pushed my chair in mom
noticed that I was wearing several pairs of underwear.
"What are you wearing Randy??" mom asked, surprised to see me dressed in
such a manner.
"It's underwear," I said.
"I see that, good gosh! How many pairs do you have on?!"
"Probably ten or twelve," I said.
Mom walked closer to me and pulled back on the waistbands to see how many
pairs I was wearing. Of course mom smelled the mess hidden underneath all of it.
"You messed in your underwear!" she said. "I can smell it!"
I knew that I was in trouble.
"Why do you do this, Randy?" mom asked.
"I don't know mom. I...just always wanted to wear diapers, and when you
took away my diapers I found I came up with this idea."
"You really want to wear diapers?" Mom looked disgusted.
"Uhh...yes." If I said "no," mom would have known I was lying.
"Come on, Tina, I've got an errand to run!" mom said.
"Can I go?" I asked.
"No! You march into that bathroom and get yourself cleaned up right now!"
Mom and Tina put their coats on and left for the "errand" they needed to
run. In the meantime I went into the bathroom and pulled the messy underwear
off. I stepped into the shower and sprayed off the mess that was smeared all
over my backside. After I was done cleaning up I went upstairs and put on the
last of my clean underwear, about eight pairs.
About thirty minutes later mom and Tina came back from their errand. They
came in carrying some large bags.
"Get upstairs and get that underwear off!" mom shouted.
I had a feeling that I was about to get put into diapers. Mom and Tina
both came into my bedroom behind me. Mom was carrying a stack of diapers. Tina
had a pair of rubber pants in her hands, plus some baby powder and oil.
"Thanks, Tina," mom said. "Just set those things on his dresser for now."
"Randy, from now on you will be wearing diapers," mom said with very
little tone or inflection. It was merely stated as to be a fact. "Get on your
bed." Again, not much tone, just a direct command.
I couldn't believe this! I was getting to wear diapers. I didn't even show
any signs of objecting to having to wear them. I said nothing and let mom do her
thing.
Mom asked Tina to hand her the oil and the powder, which mom applied
generously to my bottom. Next were the diapers. I turned my head and looked at
the stack of four diapers that had been placed on my bed next to me. Each one
looked to be very thick, soft, and absorbent. I knew that in a few seconds that
I would be wearing one of them, or at least I was thinking it would only be one
of them. Instead, mom picked up all four of them and folded them together. She
slid the thick diapers underneath me and then wrapped them around me. "Hand me
the pins," mom told Tina. I didn't even know why Tina had to be there. All she
was doing was standing next to mom observing what was going on. She looked to be
amused, yet surprised that mom was actually going through with this.
Mom secured each pin, ensuring that the diapers were tightly in place.
Last were the rubber pants. They were translucent white and very big. I didn't
think they would fit, but after mom got them over my diapers, they fit quite
snugly.
"Okay, you're done, Randy!"
Before I got up I became aware of just how thick the diapers were. I
couldn't close my legs at all! They were much thicker than twelve pairs of
underwear! I also wasn't used to the feel of rubber pants on top of them. "Come
downstairs after you get used to them," mom said.
I walked over to my mirror to see what they looked like on me. I was blown
away at the sight of how much they bulged outward. They were hardly discreet!
Anyone who saw me would know that I was in diapers, big, enormously thick
diapers! So far I felt pretty good about getting put into diapers. I hoped it
wouldn't be long before I had to use them.
When I went downstairs mom told me to have a seat on the couch across from
the recliner in which she usually sat. Tina was sitting next to me.
"You wanted to wear diapers, Randy, now you're wearing them," mom began.
"You may think this is all great, but you may think differently after awhile.
"First, you won't be wearing any pants. They don't fit you anymore, and
you really don't need them anyway. Second, you have to let Tina change you when
I'm not around. Third, you can't change them yourself; that's my job. Now what
do you think?"
Even knowing Tina may change me a few times I was still pretty cool about
it. "That's fine," I said, accepting the conditions to which I was to be
subjected. I did have some concerns. "What about when people come over? Will
they se me in diapers?"
"Yes."
"Even Tina's friends?"
"Yes, Randy. Are you having seconds thoughts about this already?"
I was feeling that rush again as I anticipated Tina bringing her best
friend Debra over. I said "no".
"Okay, then I'll just call Debra over right now," Tina said. She got up
and invited Debra to visit right away.
"What about school?"
"Tina, hand me the other bags please," mom instructed her to do before
making her phone call.
Mom reached into one of the bags and pulled out what looked like a pair of
boys' briefs, but thicker, more like training pants.
"You'll be wearing these," mom said, "but only at school. You still have
to wear your big diapers at home."
I thought that mom was going too far to make we wear absorbent underpants
to school. "Can I just use the toilet at school? I don't want all the kids to
know about it."
"Too bad, Randy. You chose to wear diapers, and I would make you wear your
big ones to school if it weren't so impractical. I'd have to buy you bigger
pants and I decided to at least allow you to be more discreet at school, not
that others won't find out anyway."
Mom then went through the rest of the stuff in the bags. There were more
diapers, absorbent underpants for use at school, plus more pairs of rubber pants
and more supplies of powder, pins, and oil. As mom put the diapers and plastic
pants back into the bags, she gave them to me and told me to empty out my
underwear drawer and replace them with the diapers. I was to come back with all
of my underwear in the bags. Since I had worn the last of my clean underwear the
drawers were empty anyway. I filled up the drawers with the diapers and the
plastic pants and then returned to the downstairs with two empty bags.
"Didn't you have any underwear up there?" mom asked.
"Yeah, but it's all dirty."
"Well, go get it. I'll wash it and then figure out what to do with it.
Maybe your friend Darrell can use it when he gets back, he's about your size."
If Darrell knew what I had done in some of that underwear he may not want
to wear it. What was of more concern to me was how Darrell would respond when he
got back from his vacation, only to discover that his best friend had been put
in diapers over the summer.
While I was sitting there on the couch dad came in. Apparently he had been
told what was going on. "You happy now, son? Your momma got you some diapers, I
see."
"Yeah, dad."
"I guess you don't wanna be a big boy, do you?"
"I want to wear diapers," I responded.
"Well, you got 'em! That makes you a baby A ten-year-old baby boy! Ain't
never heard of no ten-year-old in diapers! What does that tell you, son?"
"That most kids don't tell their parents they want to wear diapers."
"Are you tellin' me you kids all want to wear diapers?"
"There's probably a lot of kids that do, dad."
"I don't 'magin' there's too many, but I guess if I wound up with a kid
that does, then you're probably right-- there prob'bly are other kids, I just
can't think of my own boy as bein' one of them. I was hopin' you was gonna grow
up and be a strong, hard- working boy like your dad, but I guess that ain't
gonna be."
Dad went back out to his shop. He didn't seem to be in strong
disagreement, other than that I may have violated his expectations of me.
A lot of changes-- diapers aside-- lay ahead.
THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 6
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So there I was, wearing diapers just like a little kid. It had only been
about a half hour since the diapers had been put on me. The baby diapers that I
found in the parking lot, and even the dozen pairs of underwear I was wearing,
were nothing compared to the diapers I was wearing. Even if they were only half
as thick would they seem much bigger and heavier than what I had on before.
I was unable to close my legs. The crotch of the diapers stuffed tightly
in between my legs forced me to waddle. Every time I sat down I felt like I was
sitting on a pillow. It took awhile to get used to the rustling of the plastic
pants.
I had to get accustomed to knowing that every time that Tina, or mom or
dad, or anybody saw me, the first thing they would notice is the thick diapers I
was wearing. The way they bulged out made them highly conspicuous. I stopped and
asked myself if I was ready for this. I didn't feel like I was being punished,
after all, I did more or less ask for it. I was becoming aware of how wearing
diapers would involve more than what I anticipated.
There was one other thing I had to get used to, and that was no more
toilet! The upstairs bathroom was now exclusively Tina's, which she didn't mind.
At least now the seat was always back down and she no longer complained when I
forgot to flush. Whenever I peed or pooped, I would have to go to mom-- or
perhaps Tina if mom wasn't available-- to change my diaper.
Debra, as per Tina's invitation, stopped by as I expected. I stayed in my
room, thinking that I wasn't ready for all of this. When Tina knocked on the
door I said nothing, pretending to be asleep.
"Randy, I know you're in there!" Tina yelled.
Pretending that I had just awakened, I used a groggy voice and said "what
do you want?"
Tina then opened the door and came in with Debra right behind her.
"Oh, I'm sorry to have disturbed your nap," she said, thinking that I had
been resting.
"That's okay," I replied, going along with it.
"You're not just going to lie there all day, are you?"
I knew she wouldn't buy it if I told her I was feeling sick. She knew I
was avoiding allowing Debra to see me in diapers. I figured that sooner or later
Debra would catch me wearing diapers. Might as well get it over with.
I pulled back the covers and got up from the bed. Debra looked at me with
her mouth and eyes both wide open. Then she started laughing.
"Are those DIAPERS you're wearing, Randy?" she asked.
"Well, uh, yes," I said.
"Do you just wear them, or..."
"He uses them too," Tina added.
"I've never seen anyone as old as you wearing diapers before. Well, I
guess there's always a first time for everything."
"What did you guys come up here for?" I asked.
"Nothing. I just wanted Debra to see you in your new diapers," Tina
answered.
"They look really cute on you, Randy. No need to be embarrassed," Debra
"reassured" me.
It continued to rain on and off throughout the day, so Tina and Debra were
indoors all day long. There wasn't much of anything else to do but to sit in my
room and read comic books and played with my race cars. My wooden floor made for
a perfect race track; the surface was great for pushing Hot Wheels and Matchbox
cars on. Saturday afternoon television, especially without cable, offered little
to watch.
Debra and Tina helped mom shuck some of the corn that they picked earlier
in the week. I got bored in my room and went downstairs to join them and help
them.
"You need a change yet?" mom asked.
"No. I'll let you know."
"Okay, you know that you'll get a rash if you go un- changed for too
long."
"Yes, mom, I do," I replied. Debra looked like she was holding back a
giggle.
Towards the latter part of the afternoon I needed to use the diapers for
the first time. I only needed to pee, My inclination was to get up and use the
toilet, but I knew that this was no longer. It took me awhile to let my bladder
muscles relax so that I could start peeing into the massive diapers. Finally I
began peeing. I felt the warm liquid fill up the front of the diaper and trickle
down to the crotch, spreading the wetness all around.
I wanted to feel the wet sensation before asking for a change. I waited
about ten or fifteen minutes before going up to mom and quietly telling her that
I was wet. I felt like a little kid again, reminiscing of the times when I
reported accidents to my mom:
"Mommy! I go poo poo! I go big poo poo!"
"Randy! When are you going to start using the toilet?"
"I not use the toilet. I go poo poo in my dia-per!"
"I guess so, until you start using the toilet..."
That was when I was about four years old when my mom was still struggling
with toilet training me. Six years later and I was saying much of the same
thing.
"Mom, I wet my diapers," I whispered to her.
"YOU WET YOUR DIAPERS?!" mom exclaimed, knowing that I would feel self-
conscious. "Well, let's go change your *wet diapers* and put you into some *DRY
DIAPERS!*"
I went upstairs and lay on my bed. Mom pulled off the rubber pants and the
soaked diapers. After cleaning me up she grabbed another four diapers and put
them on in much the same fashion she did earlier in the afternoon. Ensuring that
I was pinned into them tightly, she pulled on another pair of rubber pants,
ensuring they were well in place. She gave me a pat on the bottom and sent me
off to go play again.
Other than being in diapers, and constantly thinking about the fact that I
was wearing them, it was a lot like any other evening. Dad kept looking at me
strangely. It was hard for dad to get used to the idea that his son was wearing
diapers again. Dad was a firm, well-disciplined man who learned the virtues of
good, honest hard work when he grew up and wanted his son to follow his example.
Diapers just didn't seem to fit into helping to develop this work ethic very
well, according to dad. I don't know if he was more disappointed in me because I
wanted to wear them, or if he was disappointed in mom for letting me wear them.
Dad didn't say much at the dinner table that evening.
Later that evening I had my first bowel movement in the diapers. It was
one of those times when I suddenly had to go and was given little warning. I was
used to crossing my legs to hold it back until it receded and I could get to the
toilet, but the diapers were just too thick to allow me to restrain the flow, so
it just came out, right into the diaper.
Again, I went to mom and told her that I needed another diaper change.
Back upstairs we went. Mom started taking the diapers off and saw that I had
pooped in them this time. "Boy, are you a messy one!" mom commented. She got me
all cleaned up and rediapered before going to bed. Only this time it wasn't four
diapers, but six! Mom explained to me that night diapers needed to be thicker,
even though I felt that four were plenty thick as it was.
I was surprised that the rubber pants still fit over them! They were
tight, but certainly secure. I went back downstairs and had a bowl of ice cream
with Tina.
"So when do I get to change you?" she asked me.
"You won't," I replied.
"I will," she countered. "When mom can't change you, I get to do it
instead. They're going over see Uncle Jack and Aunt Beverly tomorrow to take
them out to breakfast."
"Do we get to go?"
"No, and you don't want to go, anyway. They're going to that restaurant
that you and I both hate. I don't know why they like that place, but I think it
sucks. Then, you know how mom and dad like to visit with Uncle Jack and Aunt
Beverly. You'll be bored to death! Remember last time?"
"Uh huh. It drove me crazy."
"You can't go anywhere in those diapers anyway," Tina added.
I liked to wear my diapers and enjoyed wearing them, but I wished that I
could at least be allowed to wear just regular underwear and pants when I needed
to, but mom said that I wasn't allowed to wear pants anymore, except for school
and when we went to someplace public. And then I would have to wear special
absorbent underwear so I could at least get my pants on over them.
"Look, I'll invite Debra over tomorrow and I'll make a big breakfast for
all of us, and then we'll play some games and have fun, how's that sound?"
"Sounds fine," I said.
I went to bed that evening and had a hard time getting used to having such
enormously thick diapers underneath me all the time. Lying in bed in diapers
proved to be a challenge for getting into a comfortable position. I had to keep
my legs apart and get used to sleeping this way. I used to sleep on my side, but
with my diapers on this was no longer an easy position in which to sleep.
The next morning upon waking up I quickly remembered, as I rolled over,
that I was now wearing diapers, real diapers that fit me, diapers that were
meant for serious wetting and messing. I got up and went downstairs. I was
enticed by the aroma of the coffee that mom and dad had brewed. I never could
figure out why coffee smelled better than it tasted. I went ahead and poured a
glass of orange juice.
"Good morning, Randy," mom greeted me as she patted me on the behind.
"How's the diapers?"
"Uh, they're dry still," I replied.
"Mornin' Randy," dad said as he kept his face buried in his newspaper.
"You know that your dad and I are going to be gone awhile," mom said, "so
when you need a change, you need to let Tina do it."
"I know," I said.
"Okay, because I don't want you waiting for me to get home. You can't
leave those diapers on too long after you've used them, so since Tina will be
here to change you, let her change you."
"Okay," I said as I sat down with my orange juice and grabbed the comics
page.
A few minutes later dad closed his newspaper. "Well, better get goin'," he
said. "Now you stay outta trouble while we're gone, hear me?" dad always said
whenever he and mom left. I certainly wasn't going anywhere, so how could I get
in trouble? It was one of those things dad had a habit of telling me.
Tina came downstairs and joined me at the table, taking the comics page
which I had already read.
"G'morning, Randy," she said sleepily.
"Oh, good morning, Tina," I replied.
"How did you sleep in those diapers?" she asked.
"They're hard to get used to," I replied. "They're so big and thick that
have to change my sleeping position now."
"I'd be afraid of rolling out of bed with those on!" she commented.
I started reading other parts of the paper when Tina got up.
"I'm gonna shower and then call Debra over for breakfast," she said. I
went through the weekly TV programming guide, looking at all the good TV shows
that I was missing because we didn't have cable. I expected to be inside a lot
more from now on, so I wanted to at least have some good programs to watch.
There was certainly nothing of interest on right now on Sunday morning. I
decided to peruse the ads for all the big retail outlets in the city. Around
here, the "city" was a town of 60,000, some thirty-five miles away. It was all
relative.
Tina came out of the shower and went upstairs to get dressed. Upon her
return she called Debra over for breakfast. In about twenty minutes Debra showed
up. "How's ol' diaper boy?" she greeted me.
"I'm fine," I replied, which implied I accepted her calling me that. Not
that I did or didn't, it was just small talk anyway.
Tina was frying up some bacon and eggs and making toast. She really did
make a good breakfast, better than the restaurant mom and dad went to this
morning. I helped Tina with setting the plates and the silverware. After
everything was ready, we all sat down together and had a pretty good meal, and
made by my sister, nonetheless. I wasn't too shy to tell Tina she was a good
cook, and she knew I meant it.
I was glad to have Tina for a sister. She didn't make a real big deal out
of the fact that I was wearing diapers. She'd tease me about it every now and
then, but most often she just understood that I was a diaper-wearer and left it
at that.
I helped Tina with the dishes afterwards. Debra stayed there and joined us
in a game of cards. Tina taught me how to play Gin Rummy last week. She also
showed me a couple other games. It was still cool and windy outside, so there
wasn't much we could do. I was in my diapers, but it would have been okay to
play in the back yard. There were fields to two sides of the yard, and there was
a high fence between our house and the neighbors next door, so we had enough
privacy that nobody would probably see me.
After a couple hours passed by I needed to go to the bathroom. Both Number
One and Two. Tina and Debra were sitting opposite of me as we worked together on
another jigsaw puzzle that Tina had been working on. I took a moment to sit back
to do my business. I tried to be inconspicuous about it, hoping that at least
Debra wouldn't notice. I slowly let it out, my pee filling up the front of the
diaper. Having to also poop, I sat up on my heels and let it pour out. I felt
funny to be doing it right in front of Tina and her best friend. I just acted
like nothing had happened as I sat there and tried to show no facial signs that
would indicate that I was making my diapers messy.
I was hesitant to tell Tina that I needed to be changed. I was hoping that
she would have noticed that I was going in my diaper and she would discreetly
hint that she knew. About fifteen minutes later I was still sitting in my mess.
It had since then cooled off as I felt a cold, mushy sensation pressing up
against my butt as I scooted around on the floor changing my position.
It had been a half hour. I needed to get my diapers changed. Finally, I
quietly asked Tina if she could change me. Debra held back a snicker as I looked
at her.
"Okay, Go upstairs and I'll be right there."
I went up to my room and lay down, knowing that it would be Tina-- not
mom-- changing me this time. Would she be as cool about it as she had been all
along, or would she make smart comments since Debra was there? Would she do as
good of a job as mom?
Tina came into the room, as did Debra. I didn't think Debra had to be
there. I asked Tina if she could leave while I got changed.
"I'll just turn my head," she said. "I won't look if you don't want me
to."
I think Debra was just curious what it would like for her best friend to
be changing the diapers of her ten-year-old brother. But curiosity or not, I
wished that she had respected my need for privacy and not to have come in my
room in the first place.
Tina stood before me as she bent forward and reached for the waistband of
my rubber pants, pulling them off. Next she unpinned the diapers and removed
them, revealing to her the big, stinky mess I made.
"Whew! You might want to tell me what you did in them so I know what to
expect, Randy! This is nasty!"
"I'm sorry," I apologized, even though there was nothing I could do about
it. I didn't feel like reporting the con- tents of my diaper before each change.
She just had to accept the fact that sometimes there'd be a little more for her
to clean up.
"Don't worry about it," she said. "I guess I'll just have to get used to
the smell of your shit."
"Yeah, you will," I added half-jokingly. "I can't make it smell any
better."
Next she grabbed the wipes and cleaned me off. It felt like she was doing
a good, thorough job of cleaning me up. It made me uncomfortable to know that
she could see parts of me that she probably hadn't seen since mom changed my
diapers as a four-year-old.
Next she grabbed some clean diapers. I noticed that she was putting six of
them on me, just like mom did last night.
I wanted to tell her that mom only put four of them on me in the day, but
I let her go ahead and put the six thick, soft, fluffy diapers on me anyway. It
wasn't worth bringing up, and, besides, I like them thicker anyway.
She pinned them tightly into place, just as if she had done this sort of
thing before. Next were the plastic pants. She pulled them up, ensuring they
were all the way in place.
"Have you ever put diapers on anyone before?" I asked.
"No, Randy, you're the first one!" she answered.
"You...uh...you do a good job," I told her shyly.
"Oh, thank you, Randy. It must come natural to us girls."
I glanced over at Debra, who was giggling lightly.
"Okay, you're all done!" Tina said.
That wasn't so bad. Tina just took the diapers off, got me all cleaned up
and diapered up again, just as if mom had done it. There wasn't any reason for
me to be afraid to let Tina change my diapers, although I still had to get used
to letting her see me with nothing on below the waist and cleaning me in such
areas.
Debra stayed for about another hour and then said she needed to get back
home. Mom and dad were still another hour beyond that before they got home. It
was about 3:00 in the afternoon by the time they returned. I was glad not have
spent all this time bored out of my mind at Uncle Jack's.
Mom walked over to me and asked me if Tina changed me.
"Yes, she did, mom," I said in a way to tell mom that I didn't even mind
if she did change me.
"That's good," mom replied. "I think I'll have her do all your diaper
changes now."
Now Tina was the designated diaper-changer.
THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 7
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Not only was Tina expected to do my diaper changes, but I was to be
checked on several times a day. At least by leaving Tina to be in charge mom
didn't have to go upstairs all the time. Tina didn't mind this extra duty and
even offered to wash the diapers.
Every morning I was to lie down on the bed and let Tina change my diapers.
While she was supposed to drag me into my room every couple of hours or so, she
trusted me to tell her when I really needed a change.
Since it had been established that I was not going to be using a toilet
for awhile, an extra effort was taken to ensure that I would, in fact, *never*
use the toilet. By the following Wednesday, Dad finally agreed that if I was
going to wear diapers, then diaper it is. Not only did dad finally agree with
mom, but he expressed this agreement by bringing home two new doorknob sets to
replace the ones on the doors of the two bathrooms in the house. These doorknobs
each had a lock with a key. The key-holders would be dad, mom, and Tina. For the
very reason the locks were installed, I did not get a key. Only when I took a
bath or needed to brush my teeth would I be given any access to the bathroom.
They thought about having Tina supervise me while I was taking a bath, but Tina
felt that since I wanted to wear diapers that I probably wouldn't want to use
the toilet anyway, even if I had free access to it, so she talked mom and dad
out of having to supervise me. Like I said, Tina was pretty cool and she knew I
would have been uncomfortable for her to sit in the bathroom while I took a
bath.
So why the locks then? Why, if I voluntarily decided not to use the
toilet, were locks installed to prevent me from using the toilet? I asked dad
this question.
"Because you might change your mind about all this, Randy," he answered.
"If you do, well, you ain't gonna go back quite so easy. This is somethin'
you'll have to think about awhile if you ever want to stop wearin' them diapers!
Just to let you know, Randy, I ain't takin' them doorknobs back out again!"
"Okay," I said, excited at the thought of being completely forbidden from
the toilet. Now I had no choice! I needed to pee and wasn't the least bit
hesitant to do so. Had I needed to poop I would have certainly messed the
diapers while thinking, "I'm locked out of the bathroom! I'm locked out of the
bathroom!"
The next day was July 4th. Dad had the day off from work and spent the day
catching up on the chores that had been piling up because of the weather, and
the fact that I had been in diapers for the last few days and not going outside
to do them. I was enjoying the time off, playing solitaire, working on jigsaw
puzzles, watching TV when there was something good on. As we didn't have a VCR,
I often had to miss some shows if mom or dad had me doing something while such
shows were on. I was watching a live broadcast of the Fourth of July parade
being held in the city.
Dad then came in from the back door and into the living room.
"Randy!" he yelled. "Git your lazy butt out there and help us get some
work done!"
"But dad! I can't go outside in my diapers!"
"You can too! Now don'cha get to thinkin' that them' diapers gets you
outta workin' around here! Ain't no different then wearing your shorts, now is
it?"
The diapers were, in fact, quite a bit different from wearing shorts, but
I wasn't about to argue with dad given the mood he was in. I said "no, it
isn't."
"The grass is gettin' so damn tall out there, so you get to mowin' it!"
Dad then went back outside. I went upstairs and slipped some shoes on. I
felt silly knowing that I was outside in my diapers. In the back yard there
wasn't much of a chance of the neighbors seeing me because of the tall fence. In
the front, however, there was a greater chance that someone may see me. We lived
on a road with moderate traffic in a semi-rural area. A lot of kids from the
nearby subdivision were often seen walking or riding bicycles by our house.
I wanted Tina to at least mow the front yard. I wasn't about to allow
passing traffic and maybe a few pedestrians to see me with diapers on as I was
pushing the lawnmower. I looked around for Tina, noting the she had apparently
left. I went up to dad and asked where she was.
"She went with your momma to get some fireworks. Now you gonna get that
lawn mowed or do I have to take that diaper off and swat you a good one on the
behind?"
This was a genuine threat. "Yes, dad."
I normally did the front yard first as it had less shade and I enjoyed
finishing the job in the cooler shade of the back yard. Today, I didn't want to
do the front yard at all. I started mowing the back yard, hoping that maybe Tina
would get back by the time I finished so that I could hand the job over to her.
I fired up the lawnmower and went about cutting the lawn in the back yard
as I normally did. While I didn't feel like anyone would see me in my diapers in
the back yard, I still felt vulnerable. There was the feel of having a couple
more inches of my legs exposed and having thick diapers bunched up between my
legs as I walked around the yard with the mower.
I kept looking out toward the driveway hoping to see mom and Tina pull in.
I finished up the lawn and as I looked again, they still had not yet returned.
I was hesitant to venture into the front yard, watching several cars go by
on the road and knowing that everyone going by-- if they were looking-- would
see me. I decided that I would minimize the amount of time I would spend along
the frontmost portion of the yard by mowing the lawn in strips perpendicular to
the ditch that ran along our yard, mowing each strip from the back to the front
and pulling the mower back towards the house as I moved over to the next strip.
I figured that this would work well enough to keep me out of view.
As I was in the middle of mowing the lawn I saw three boys on their
bicycles pass by. As I was dragging the mower back they looked at me and one of
them pointed. I couldn't hear what they said over the noise of the lawnmower,
but I knew very well that I had been laughed at.
Just as I finished up mom and Tina came back. I wheeled the lawnmower to
the back yard again and went into the house to see what fireworks we had. Mom
mostly bought us sparklers, fountains, and a few other miscellaneous items.
Bottle rockets, firecrackers, cherry bombs, and many others are illegal in our
state, although everybody else seemed to get a hold of them anyway.
As I was hot from working in the nearly shadeless front yard I had worked
up a sweat. Tina and I sat next to the air conditioner, each with a cold soda to
cool off. Dad came in and came up to me.
"You didn't finish," he said to me.
"What did I miss?" I questioned defensively.
"You didn't get that strip of grass between the road and the ditch."
No! I wasn't going to get that close to the road and let everyone see me
there!
"Can Tina get it?" I asked.
"No, that's your job, Randy!" he said.
I stood up, pulling on the legbands of my plastic pants. "I can't go out
by the road like this!"
"You changin' your mind about this already?" dad said. "Remember what I
said about them locks on the bathrooms!"
I hated to do it, but I had no choice. I pushed the mower up to the road
where the strip of grass between it and the ditch lay. As I walked along the
length of the yard, several more cars went by. I knew that the thick, white
diapers on my butt stuck out like a sore thumb and dozens of drivers and their
occupants saw me! As I was finishing up the last strip, a girl on their bike
road by me, moving slowly as she stared at me. I pretended to ignore her, but
then she stopped and just stared at me. I shut off the mower and started pushing
it back to dad's shop where it was kept.
"Hi," I said to the girl nervously. She looked familiar, as if I had seen
her at school. In fact I knew she was a girl in my school. I couldn't remember
her name, just the face.
"Hi, she said. Then she rode off laughing. She was looking back at me as I
pushed the lawnmower back to dad's shop. I was nervous as I thought of what just
happened. This girl may have known me from school, and she was sure to tell
every kid on the first day! I went through the afternoon with this thought in my
mind.
Later in the evening as it got dark we went out to the driveway and lit
off the fireworks. I still enjoyed watching the fireworks show and running
around with sparklers, but I couldn't cast the thought out of my mind, the
thought of instantly becoming known to the entire school as a diaper-wearer.
Another three weeks of summer passed by. The weather remained hot and dry.
There had been plenty of good days for having summertime fun. I would have been
out riding my bike, or possibly swimming in the nearby creek, going into town
with Tina to waste an afternoon, just having fun.
Wearing diapers severely restricted my freedom. I couldn't venture beyond
the yard wearing just diapers, and much of the time I spent outside was doing
chores, including the front lawn, and yes, the strip of grass right out in front
on the roadway. I was sure that by now people who passed by our place often
enough knew about me, the boy who was always seen mowing the lawn in his
diapers.
It didn't stop there. While I was never taken inside of public places in
my diapers, I did have to go with mom and Tina to the dump one day to help
unload several bags of garbage and debris from dad's shop. I felt so awkward
standing in the back of the truck in full view of other people as I heaved the
heavy bags of trash onto the large pile of rubbish. Most of the people there
were grown men and a lot of them didn't seemed to be paying any attention. A few
of them looked at me strangely for a second, but still minded their own business
for the most part.
That same day we stopped at a drive-through for lunch. As the girl came to
the window she looked across the seat to me, where I was sitting there with my
diapers in plain view. She went about her business taking money and giving
change, but after she went back to get the drinks and the food, I saw her walk
up to another girl to get her attention. Then she pointed at us through the
window as I observed the two of them giggling. She was probably saying "you see
that truck? There's a kid in there, he's probably about ten years old, and he's
wearing diapers! You gotta go take a look!"
The other girl walked over towards the window to dispense some drinks. As
she stood there I could see her eyes turned to one side as she stared at me.
Even though they didn't know who I was and would probably never see me again
(unless they were still working there on our next visit), I still felt
embarrassed to have them see me in the first place. I'm just glad mom didn't
take us inside!
I was starting to get restless around the house having to spend all of my
time at home. The weather had remained mild, and all I could do was sit on my
diapered butt all day or go outside to do the chores. I was still paid my
allowance, but I didn't get to go out and spent it on anything. This was good as
it allowed me to save more, too. Before I realized it I had saved my money to
over a hundred dollars. That made me feel rich. I contemplated what I would
spend it on when and if I were allowed to go out again. At this rate I could
save a full $520 a year (assuming a steady allowance of ten dollars a week).
This was a good thought for rationalizing having to stay home all the time.
Even with thinking about some of the long-term benefits of staying at home
all diapered up (which obviously included getting to wear diapers), I was still
getting bummed out over missing out on summertime activities. On the other hand,
I was getting to where I actually enjoyed getting my diapers changed by Tina.
There was something in the gentle, nurturing way she handled my diaper changes
that made it so appealing to me. Tina didn't seem to mind-- perhaps she was
enjoying it-- even when I presented her with my messiest and smelliest
changings. I didn't even mind when Debra was there. By this time it was the
second week of August, the final stretch of summer vacation before school began.
I hoped that I would get at least one chance to go out and do something summer-
oriented before it was all over for nine more months.
The only other time I got to leave the house was when Tina, mom and I went
back out to Uncle Allen's house to pick corn from his fields. Of course Aunt
Beverly was surprised to see me in diapers when we arrived. She knelt down to me
and tugged on the rubber pants.
"Well, what have we here? What's with the diapers?" she asked.
"Randy wanted to wear them," mom said, giving no further explanation as to
why.
Aunt Beverly just smiled and said "well, at least you don't have to take
any bathroom breaks, Randy, and, nobody will see you wearing them in the tall
corn, except maybe for the cows, and they don't care one way or the other."
I expected to see Uncle Jack, wondering what he would think when he saw
me. Asking where he was, Aunt Beverly said, "he's out irrigating the fields;
he'll be gone awhile."
We spent the next hour going through the stalks of sweet corn and picking
off ears. As Aunt Beverly mentioned earlier, I wouldn't need to take any
bathroom breaks. Right as I stood there in the field I wet the diapers, knowing
that until I got home I would have to be wearing those wet diapers. Tina didn't
think to bring along any extra diapers, either.
It was another hour afterwards that we spent shucking the corn. As a
reward for our efforts, Aunt Beverly gave each of us a bowl of ice cream. I also
needed to poop before we left. It was harder for me to poop in my diapers in
someone else's home. I knew that when I did it that it would still be awhile
before getting changed and that the smell of it would still leak out.
Having no choice-- other than removing the diapers first and using the
toilet-- I went ahead and soiled the diapers. It felt like a good-sized mess
that Tina would be spending awhile with cleaning up. Mom stayed and visited for
about twenty minutes afterwards as Tina and I impatiently sat there waiting to
get back. The contents of my diaper became stickier and more spread throughout
the confines of the diaper. I hoped that I would be home soon and in fresh
diapers again.
We never did see Uncle Jack that day, and that was just as well. Uncle
Jack was a lot like dad in his mannerisms and he probably wouldn't have taken to
my wearing diapers very well, either. Uncle Jack had been a hard-working man for
his entire life and held the same philosophies as dad did when it came to being
a "big man". This was why dad and Uncle Jack, who each came from different sides
of the family, got along so well.
It felt good to get upstairs and have my long-overdue diapers changed. I
asked Tina if she could bring along a change of diapers next time we went
someplace where we would be gone awhile. She mentioned that she forgot to grab
some for me before we left for Uncle Jack's place and assured me that she would
remember next time. I even got a rash from wearing the wet and soiled diapers
for too long. Luckily mom thought ahead and also provided some cream for
treatment of such problems. Again I was cleanly and freshly diapered as we
gathered around the table for dinner enjoying some of the fresh corn we picked
that day.
THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 8
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It was Monday afternoon, just two weeks before school was ready to start.
Mom wanted to make one trip, and only one trip into the city to do back-to-
school shopping. After spending almost the entire summer in diapers only, mom
told Tina to undo the diapers and to give me my underwear, which referred to the
special underwear she got me with several absorbent layers sewn into it. I
hadn't worn this underwear since the day mom got it for me and had me try it on.
While it wasn't anything like wearing diapers with plastic pants, the
underwear still felt like a diaper, and looked much like one except for that it
wasn't pinned or otherwise fastened at the sides. It had thick, padded panels at
the front, the rear, and in the crotch. I expected it to be so that I could
easily pull it down like underwear in case I wanted to use a toilet, but the way
this underwear went on made it more difficult to easily pull down. The front of
it didn't stretch outward so easily like it would on a regular pair of briefs.
It seemed to be designed so that the person wearing it could not easily
circumvent the very purpose for which the underwear was made.
Next I was given my shorts. They went on quite tightly over the underwear.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I could tell that there was enough of a
telltale bulge that a casual observer would notice that I had diapers or
something similar beneath those snug-fitting shorts.
About forty-five miles of driving led us to the mall, which was a big
thing to those of us who had lived in a small town for most of our lives. I
marveled at the sight of four-lane streets, pedestrians all about, traffic, and
the general atmosphere of a "big city," so it seemed to us anyway.
Even though we mostly visited clothing stores and an office supply store
for school stuff, I enjoyed being in an urban-like setting. It was such an
exciting change of pace from the daily life I trudged through back home. Mom
also gave us time to play a few video games at the arcade. I wished that I could
spend more time at the mall and get a chance to see the city than I got to.
While we were at the arcade, I saw a boy about my age just sitting on a
bench staring at me. Between plays, I glanced over at him. He seemed to have
noticed that I was wearing diapers. He wasn't staring at me scornfully nor
contemptibly, but rather, with a sincere look of interest, and perhaps envy. I
was tempted to go over to him and start talking to him, but I knew I'd never see
him again, so there wasn't much of a chance of forming a friendship. Mom came by
and told it was time to go anyway.
As we went home, I kept thinking about that boy, wondering what he would
do, if anything, to wear diapers. I wish that I could have talked to him and
gotten his address so that we could be pen pals and perhaps discuss this topic.
It would have been fun to have the chance to write to him. It was too late as
the city was fading away in the background and we were headed back to our little
boring town nestled in the hills.
I wished that Darrell and I could share the joys of diaper wearing, but I
didn't know whether or not to even tell him about it right away or let him find
out accidentally. At any rate he was bound to see something that gave me away. I
guess I would find out as soon as he got back from Europe, which I was expecting
to be soon. School was less than two weeks away.
Two days later I learned that Darrell had returned from his trip to
Europe. While I was in the middle of getting my diaper changed the phone rang.
As mom was outside, Tina had to run downstairs to get it. She then came running
up the stairs and said, "it's Darrell, Randy! He's back!"
Of course I wanted to get up and run downstairs, but as I had nothing on, I had
to lie there and wait for Tina to put a clean diaper and plastic pants on me.
She worked quickly to finish me up as she knew I was eager to talk to him.
I ran downstairs and picked up the phone.
"Hi, Randy!" he said.
"Hi, Darrell! Glad you're back!"
"Yep! We got in yesterday morning, but I needed a day to rest up."
"So, uh, how was it?" I asked.
"I had a lot of fun! I'm glad to be home, though. Why don't you come over
and I can show you some of things I brought back and some of the pictures I took
and all of--"
"Well, I can't," I said.
"You can't come over?" he asked.
"Uh, no."
"Why? Are you busy today?"
I didn't want to lie to him, and I didn't want him to think I didn't want
to see him after over two months. I said, "no, I just can't leave the house."
"Are you grounded?" he asked.
"Well, sort of, I am," I said.
"Can I go over there?" he asked.
If I said "no," he would have thought I was no longer interested in having him
as my best friend, and I couldn't do that to him. I said "well, yeah, you can
come over here," knowing that he would see me in diapers.
"Okay, I'll be right over!" he said.
I went up to Tina and asked her if I could get some shorts on.
"I don't know where mom puts them," she said. "See if mom can get them."
I ran outside where mom was relaxing in the shade of the large tree on the
other side of the yard.
"Mom! Mom! I need my shorts!" I yelled as I ran to her.
"What for? Where are you going?"
"Nowhere, Darrell's coming over!"
"So?"
"Mom, I can't--"
"You can, too! If Darrell is your best friend you should trust him to
allow him to see you wearing diapers! Or, you can just not invite him over
again, it's up to you, but don't you EVER think of asking for your pants or
shorts AGAIN!!!"
I knew that I was at a dead end, so I ran back into the house.
"Tina! Got something that will fit me?"
"I'd have to gain twenty pounds to wear something that would fit you over
your diaper! Just relax, Darrell's your best buddy. He'll understand when you
explain it. Who knows? Maybe he'd like to try them, too!"
It wasn't long before Darrell came into the house. Tina greeted him at the
door. As he came in he was carrying a duffel bag full of what I presumed were
his souvenirs. I tried to act as nonchalantly as I could as he walked over
towards me sitting on the couch.
"Hi, Ran-- Randy?!" he exclaimed.
He knelt down and took a closer look. "What are you wearing?" he asked.
"Uh, would you believe...diapers?"
"Why?" he asked as he sat down next to me.
"I got in trouble," I said.
"Is this why you couldn't come over?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"How did you get in trouble? And why are you having to wear diapers?"
"Well, uh, you see...okay. Promise-- and I mean *promise*-- that you will
*not* *tell* *ANYBODY!*"
"I'm your best friend, Randy, I promise not to tell."
"Just you and me!" I reiterated.
"Yes, Randy, now why the diapers?"
"Okay," I started, then paused. "When I was coming home from your house on
the day you left for Europe, I found a pack of diapers in the supermarket
parking lot. I...I picked them up and brought them home..."
"And?" Darrell asked.
"Well...I tried one on and then used it."
I looked at Darrell. He was listening patiently and attentively. He was
wanting to know the rest of the story.
"...so I started using them, and then one day I was caught. Mom took them
away from me and told me not to ever bring home diapers again or use them.
"...so I started putting on extra pairs of underwear and started peeing
and pooping in them, like a diaper. Well, I got caught doing this, too, so...my
mom and dad started making me wear diapers."
Darrell sat there stunned. I knew that several questions were rolling
through his mind and he was probably trying to think of which one to ask first,
or how to ask that question.
"Do you have to use them all the time?" was Darrell's first question.
"Yep! I don't ever get to take them off."
"What about school?" he asked suddenly.
"I don't have to wear these, but I do have to wear some special underwear
that's kind of like a diaper. This is so I can get my pants on over them," I
explained.
"Why don't you use the toilet at school? Who's gonna make you use diapers
at school?"
"Well, because I...I don't want to," I said. I paused for a moment and
said, "I...I'm glad I wear diapers."
"You're weird, Randy!" Darrell said.
"What?" I said as I got on the defensive. "You said you were my best
friend! You--"
"It's not that, Randy, but, why would you want to wear diapers? That is
just unheard of," he said.
"It's probably more common than you think, Darrell. I'm just an average
kid living in an average town, so I'll betcha there's a lot of others out there.
You may think it's weird, but I can't help it. I hope I can trust you enough to
tell you this-- I have always wanted to wear diapers. Call me weird if you want,
but..."
"I'm sorry, Randy," Darrell apologized. "I probably shouldn't have said
you we're weird, although it is unusual to see anyone as old as you wearing
diapers. I mean, I didn't expect it. I just got back yesterday, I come over, and
here you are, wearing diapers! It just blew me away! I can understand that maybe
some kids would like to try wearing them again. I don't tell anybody this,
except you, but I do sometimes think about it, perhaps more than I realized. I
see a diaper commercial on TV, or I see a kid at the store wearing just a diaper
and...I..."
"You wish you could wear them again, right?"
"Well...now I see why you don't talk about it, because I even think it's
weird."
He was starting to open up, but then he abruptly changed the subject. "Let
me show you some of the things I brought back," he said as he unzipped his bag.
He started with his pictures that he had taken and had developed while he was
there.
"This, as you probably know, is Big Ben. It's not a really good shot
though, but that's because..."
As he went through and described the pictures I tried to listen as
attentively as I could. Tina then came upstairs and told me that she and mom
were getting groceries. "We'll bring back some ice cream," she said as she went
back downstairs.
After he showed me the last picture he got up and told me that he had to
go to the bathroom. When he got to the upstairs bathroom door he realized that
it was locked.
"Hey, your bathroom's locked!" he said.
"It's not my bathroom, anymore; it's Tina's!" I shouted through my bedroom
doorway.
"I'll use the one downstairs then! Gosh, do I ever have to go!" he said as
he ran down the stairs. I got up and followed him down.
"You can't go in there, either!" I shouted. He kept going and got to the
door, realizing that it, too, was locked.
"Told you so," I said as I caught up to him.
"Hey! Why are they locked? Nobody's here!"
"I forgot to tell you that I'm locked out of the bathrooms now," I said.
"Dammit! I gotta go...somewhere!" he said.
"Go outside, like behind dad's workshop!" I suggested.
"I would if I only had to pee, but I have to poop, too, and it feels
really runny! Don't you have a key?" he asked me desperately.
"Nope!"
"Shit! I mean, literally, shit!" he exclaimed. "That's what I'm about to
do in my pants!"
"Go behind dad's shop!" I suggested again.
"Not to take a crap!"
"Okay, then you have to do it in your pants because I have no way of
getting into the bathroom!"
"Ah, screw it, I'm going outside!"
He started to run for the back door when suddenly, he stopped.
"Shit! Dammit!" he exclaimed. "I just messed in my pants! I can't go home
like this! You got something I can wear?" he asked.
"Uh...diapers."
"No, Randy, seriously! You got some pants, some clean underwear?
Something? I'm a mess!"
"I am serious! I have no pants!"
"You have no pants? At all?!"
"I do, but I'm not allowed to wear them unless mom lets me."
"So that's all you get to wear, ever?"
"Yep!"
"Don't you even have any underwear?"
"Yeah, in fact my mom was going to give it to you since I don't wear it
anymore."
"This is unreal," he said.
"Let's get your pants in the wash, and then they'll be ready before you
leave," I said.
Darrell stripped off his soiled pants and threw them in the washing
machine with his underwear. He then went upstairs, walking through my house
completely naked and with a messy behind, and went upstairs. I followed him,
hoping his mess wouldn't drip too much as he walked.
"My ass is all shitty!" he yelled. "What can I wipe up with?"
"Use some of my wipes," I said, pointing to the wipes that Tina used on
me. "Drop them in the pail," I told him.
He seemed to get himself clean as he wiped up the mess, looking back at
his own butt in the mirror to see what he needed to wipe still. I then told him
what drawer my underwear was in. He grabbed a pair that was stained badly from a
recent "accident".
"I'll wear these," he said. "If I have to go again, well, so what, they're
ruined anyway," he said as he slipped them on.
"You sure you don't want to try a diaper? I mean, if you have the runs,
and you can't get in the bathroom, well..."
"I'll just run outside next time!" he said.
I was hoping that I could at least persuade him to wear diapers under the
circumstances, not just for the sake of wearing diapers like I did. Even though
he admitted to thinking about wearing them, and getting "that feeling" when he
saw a kid in diapers, he wouldn't wear one. It was peculiar to me, but he just
didn't seem to accept the fact that he had these interests as well. The next
time he felt the runs coming on he went out the door as he promised. He ran
behind dad's shop with only underpants on and did what he needed to do back
there.
Mom and Tina returned shortly afterwards. I went downstairs and checked on
Darrell's pants. They were still in the spin cycle and needed to be dried still,
but at least the mess had been washed out of them. I pulled them out, still
damp, and carried them up to my room where Darrell was waiting. I was also
carrying his underwear underneath his pants.
Mom saw me walking by and asked, "where did you get those?"
"They're Darrell's, mom."
"Darrell's? Why are you washing his pants?"
"Uh...he got them dirty," I said.
"And how did he do that?"
"He had an accident!" I said honestly. "He had to go really bad, and he
couldn't get in the bathroom because you and Tina were gone so I couldn't get a
key for him, so..."
"Does he have anything to wear?" mom asked.
"He's wearing my old underwear," I said.
"He'll be fine like that," mom said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"His pants are still wet! Here, I'll throw them in the dryer. It'll just
be an hour."
I handed mom Darrell's pants and his underwear. "These are Darrell's,
too," I explained as I handed her the underpants.
I went back upstairs and explained to Darrell that his pants were in the
dryer and it would be about an hour.
"So now what do I do?" he asked.
"You'll just have to sit around in your underwear until your pants are
dry."
"What about your sister?" he asked. "I don't want her to see me!"
"Darrell, I said, putting my hand on his shoulder, "Tina has seen me in my
underwear hundreds of times, and look what she sees me wearing now! You don't
look any different. They're just underpants, it's not like you're naked or
anything."
He went downstairs, walking behind me and joined Tina and I at the table
with the ice cream. As he entered the kitchen Tina looked at him, acknowledging
that he was dressed in only his underpants (well, my underpants), but she didn't
say anything to him.
It wasn't until he got up from his chair that Tina saw what I didn't see.
As he had no way to wipe himself after he crapped out behind dad's shop, his
underwear was very much skid-marked.
"Darrell, your underpants are a mess!" she exclaimed. "Maybe a diaper
would be better for you," she suggested jokingly, although Darrell didn't take
it that way.
"No, I'll just go change," he said, feeling more embarrassed after having
realized what his underwear looked like from the rear. He immediately ran back
upstairs.
"I asked him if he wanted to wear a diaper earlier, and he said no," I
said to Tina. "He's got the runs," I explained.
"If that's the case then he should get a diaper on!" I was just kidding
with him when I said that, but maybe he does need one. Seriously!"
"He'd probably like to use the bathroom if he could!" I said.
Darrell then came back downstairs and went out to the dryer and got his
pants. They were still damp, but Darrell didn't seem to care. In fact, he
hurried out of the house with his bag. What was wrong? I think he was either
overwhelmed by everything that was going on, or he was too embarrassed after
Tina saw that his underwear was so badly soiled. I didn't get a chance to ask
him before he was out the door and on his way home.
THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 9
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Darrell was over at around 11:00 the following morning. After thinking he
may never come back, I was glad to see that he came over.
"Sorry I left the way I did yesterday," he said somberly.
"Why did you leave?" I asked.
"I was so embarrassed that I just couldn't be there. I wasn't too
comfortable with having your sister see me in my underwear anyway, but when she
pointed out that it was dirty, well, I..."
"I understand. Perhaps my mom should have just let you wear your pants,
even if they were still wet."
"I probably should have waited a couple more days before coming over. You
see, I think that it's late in the afternoon, in fact, going into the evening
now because of the time zone difference that I got used to. I feel really tired
now. I get back, eager to show you what I did all summer, and you're wearing
diapers and there's locks on your bathroom doors. It may have just been too much
for me. Please forgive me for just leaving the way I did."
"That's fine, Darrell. Come on in. Tina said she'd like to see some of
your stuff."
"I'll have to bring it over again," he said. "I also have the rest of my
pictures developed anyway then I can show them all to you."
"That's fine," I replied.
Tina came down the stairs and saw Darrell sitting there.
"Oh, hi, Darrell. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you yesterday," Tina said
sincerely. "I guess I never thought about Randy having friends over since you
were gone all summer, so I didn't think about others needing to use the
bathroom."
"That's okay," he said quietly.
Later on, Darrell and I were both back in my room.
"Can I ask you something?" Darrell started.
"Yeah, what? Ask," I said.
"Why *do* you like to wear diapers? I'm just asking."
"I really don't know, Darrell. I was hard to toilet train, I know that. I
always liked something about diapers. I don't know. I saw the commercials and
the kids at the store running around in diapers like you did and wanted to wear
them. I kind of like how they look, and what it feels like when you go in them."
"What are you going to do when you go to school?" he asked.
"I have to wear special underpants that are kind of like a diaper, you
know, training pants. At least they won't be as noticeable when I'm wearing
them."
"What if somebody finds out you wear those?"
"I'll make sure they don't," I said.
"If they do, they'll laugh at you and me both," he said, "and I couldn't
have that."
"Are you saying that you won't be seen with me at school?" I asked.
"No, but I'd just hate to get laughed at if anyone saw me hanging out with
someone who would be known for wearing diapers."
As the afternoon went on we talked more about diapers and other things. As
he sat there on the bed next to me I could sense somehow that Darrell was
jealous over the fact that I wore diapers and he didn't.
The county fair had started today and Darrell and I wanted to go to it
like we did each year. It was always the last thing we did every year to enjoy
the last days of summer vacation. I asked mom if Darrell and I could ride our
bikes to the fair grounds.
"If you get Tina to go with you," mom said, "then you guys can go. I don't
want you guys riding by yourselves yet."
"Okay," I said. "Can I have my shorts?"
"Yes, let me get them. Have Tina take you out of that diaper, too. Your
underwear is in your bottom drawer."
Of course mom meant was my new, padded underwear, not the old kind I used
to wear. I told Tina what we were planning.
"Well, I was hoping Debra and I could go later, but if you guys are ready,
then I'll go. Maybe Debra can go with us now. I'll give her a call."
After Tina called Debra and confirmed that she could go with us now, I
went upstairs to have the bulky, heavy diaper taken off and replaced with the
underwear.
Before we left mom gave Tina a bag so that we could carry around anything
we may buy or win at the carnival. She also told Tina to grab an extra two pairs
of my underpants in case I needed to change. She went to my room, grabbed two
pairs and stuffed them into the bag. Now we were set to go.
"Try not to poop in these," Tina told me. "I don't want to have to carry
these around if they're all messy."
We got on our bikes and started riding towards town. As I pedaled along I
could feel the extra thickness of the underwear between my crotch and the
bicycle seat. We stopped off at Debra's house to have her join us and then
continued riding until we reached the fairgrounds, nearly three miles away.
As we were all hot and thirsty the first stop we made was for a big, ice
cold drink. We found a table in the shade of a nearby tree and sat there as we
sipped away on our refreshments. After that we headed straight for the carnival.
I tried to save my money and not get drawn into playing too many of the
games, most of which were rigged, according to Tina, so that they looked easier
to win than they were. I did win a small bear at one game, but there was nothing
worth blowing the remaining twenty dollars I had with me on the games.
Instead I saved my money for ride tickets. We all agreed to go on the
Ferris wheel first, then venture onto some of the less tame rides afterwards.
We had been there a little over an hour when I suddenly needed to pee
badly. I knew that it was from that big lemonade that I quaffed down when we
arrived. The others in the group also needed to go as Tina just said "I got to
find a bathroom somewhere."
Everyone of us was in need of a restroom as well, everyone except me as I
could just wet into the underpants I had on. In fact, given the difficulty
involved in just pulling the underpants down enough to pee, I had little choice
but to leave them on and use them for their intended purpose. Tina and Debra
went in to the restroom facilities while I waited outside. I expected Darrell to
go also in, but he stayed outside and waited with me.
"Don't you need to go, too?" I asked Darrell.
"I do, but I hate going in there! Those bathrooms stink!" he said. "One
time they smelled so bad I threw up on the floor! I think it was last year."
"I hate going in there, too!" I said. "If you had on what I had on you
wouldn't need to go in there at all," I suggested.
As we sat there waiting for the girls I wet into the underpants. It was a
large amount, soaking the absorbent padding to its capacity. I was afraid it
might have been too much and my shorts would get wet, too. Moreover, a telltale
wet spot would appear on the front of my shorts, and I didn't want that to
happen in a such a large crowd.
I needed to change out of the wet underpants right away, but the only
place to do that was in the dreadfully smelly bathroom! I went in there and
endured the stench, remembering that the stalls in the bathroom did not have
doors! I didn't want to change where others could see me. The only other
restrooms that I knew of were way the hell over on the other side of the fair
grounds in the exposition building.
I came back out right away. Tina and Debra were standing there with
Darrell waiting on me.
"Did you have to change your underpants?" Tina asked me.
"I still do, but I haven't yet."
"Why not?" Tina asked. "Do you need me to do it?"
"No, not here!" I exclaimed. "There's no doors on the stalls! The
bathrooms in the expo building have doors, I think. I'll change over there
instead."
"I hope they don't smell as bad, either," Darrell said. "I really need to
go!"
"It's a long ways, but I guess we'll need to walk over there," Tina said.
Darrell started running ahead of us. "If I don't hurry I'll pee right into
my shorts!" he said.
When we got to the exposition building Darrell made a beeline for the
bathroom. He was at one of the urinals when I walked past him and went into one
of the stalls, which this time had doors! I went into a stall and closed the
door behind me. I then slid off my shorts and my soaked underpants. I reached
into the bag and pulled out a clean pair of underpants and put them on. I put
the wet underwear into a plastic grocery store bag that was brought along for
that very purpose to keep it and its wet contents separated from the other stuff
that was in the bag.
We decided to eat at that point. Again we ordered large-sized drinks along
with cheeseburgers and fries. I knew that drinking as much as I did would force
me to wet my underpants again within an hour or two. It was almost three in the
afternoon and mom didn't want us to spend all day at the fair. We decided to
walk around the exposition building while we were over in that section. As we
had just eaten we weren't ready to go on any rides, and I was out of ride
tickets anyway.
We made one last stop for snow cones before leaving the fair. It was even
hotter by mid-afternoon and we each faced a long, sweltering ride ahead. I was
tempted to call mom to have her pick us up, but I knew we could handle it, even
as hot as it was. I didn't want to sound like a wimp in front of everybody,
either.
About a mile or so from the fairgrounds Darrell complained of needing to
go to the bathroom again. I needed to go, too, but I had the convenience of
having my absorbent underpants on. I would have to stop riding to pee in them as
I wasn't able to pee while pedaling my bicycle. That is, I had never tried to do
it.
We were out of the business section of town, so there was no place to go
that had a public restroom. We were riding through a residential area
approaching Debra's house.
"You can use the bathroom at Debra's house," Tina suggested to Darrell.
That would have been great, except for that by the time we got to Debra's house
it was too late-- Darrell had peed into his shorts! Tina and Debra had both gone
inside, unaware of what Darrell just did. Still, he looked embarrassed as he sat
there on his bike with a dark, wet spot on the front of his shorts.
"Well, I guess you don't have to go in and use the bathroom now," I told
Darrell, trying to make light of the situation. While we were stopped I wet into
my underpants, again giving them a good soaking.
"I can't go home looking like this!" Darrell exclaimed.
"It's hot out," I said, "the wet spot will dry out by the time you get
home."
"Yes, but my mom will still find out that I wet my pants!"
"You can come to my place first and we can wash your shorts," I suggested.
You'll have to sit around in your underwear while they got washed. Tina won't
say anything, I promise."
"I guess I'll have to," Darrell said. "It's better than having my mom
discover that I peed my pants!"
"What would she do if she found out?"
"I'd get in big trouble! Look, uh, I've never told anyone this...but I wet
the bed until I was seven and mom was always yelling at me for it! I'd hate to
have her yell at me again."
"Did she ever make you wear diapers?" I asked Darrell.
"No, I had to take medication and use an alarm. I kind of wished I could
have worn diapers instead, though," he added shyly.
"Would you wear them now if you could?"
Darrell looked around, making sure that nobody was nearby.
"Don't tell anybody I told you this, Randy," Darrell started, "but
uh...yes, I would. When I saw you wearing them, I kinda got, you know...got
jealous because you were wearing them, and I wasn't."
"I understand," I said. "I'll let you borrow some of my diapers," I
offered.
"No, I can't. I don't want my mom to know I'm wearing them."
"You can try wearing these special underpants that I wear sometimes. They
still show underneath your shorts or your pants when you wear them, but not as
much as the diapers would. I can't even wear anything over the diapers because
they're way too thick for anything to fit over them."
"Not only would it be hard to wear them without my mom finding out, but I
couldn't use them, either," he said.
"Then you can wear them while you're at my house. Then, you can wear the
really big, thick diapers while you're there, too, not just these underpants."
"I'd probably want to be at your house a lot," he said.
Tina then came out from Debra's house. She looked at Darrell.
"Aren't you going to use the bathroom before we leave?" she asked him.
Then, a closer observation of the front of Darrell's shorts revealed what
happened.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Darrell, I didn't see--"
"I did it before we got here," he said, apparently to clarify that he
didn't do it while he was standing there outside.
"Darrell's coming back to our place where he can get his shorts washed," I
told Tina. "He doesn't want his mom to see him like that."
We then continued our bike ride out of the neighborhood and towards home
to the outskirts of town where we lived. Darrell's shorts had since then dried
from the heat of the sun, so at least there was no visual indication of what had
happened.
As we entered the house mom informed us that Darrell's mom had called and
told Darrell to get home right away.
"Oh, no!" Darrell exclaimed.
"What, what is it, Darrell?" my mom asked him.
"I uh, I had an accident in my shorts and needed them to get washed," he
said humbly.
"Again? Sounds like you need to wear diapers more than Randy does!" mom
said.
"I only wet in them this time," he stated.
"Maybe you can call your mom and tell her you'll be a few minutes. I can
even drive you over there."
"I can't tell her why, though," he said.
"I'd give you something of Randy's to wear, but all he has is the shorts
he has on now and one pair of pants for school. Maybe you can give him your
shorts, Randy; they should fit, and they look almost the same as his."
"I think mine got a little wet, too," I said.
I then slipped them off and handed them to mom. She picked them up and
sniffed the front of them.
"They're still okay," mom said, handing them to Darrell.
"Randy's old underwear is still in his room, so go ahead and use his," mom
told him as he went up to my room. "In fact, you can take some of it with you
since Randy doesn't wear them anymore."
Mom then looked down at me and noted that my underwear was quite soaked
from being peed in so heavily.
"He's wet, Tina, really wet. Get his diapers back on him," mom told my
sister.
I got up to my room and waited outside my bedroom door for Darrell to
finish getting dressed. I knew that he wouldn't want Tina coming in with me, so
I respected his privacy and waited until he was done. He seemed to be taking an
unusually long time.
Finally, he exited the room. I couldn't help but to notice that there was
a large bulge beneath his shorts, or my shorts, which he was merely borrowing.
"Gotta go, bye Randy! Bye Tina!" he said as he ran down the stairs.
Tina then had me lie down on the bed as she prepared to put my diapers
back on.
"You really soak these up, Randy!" she commented as she pulled off the wet
underpants. You may have to wear two of them at a time," she advised.
"It's from those big drinks I had at the fair," I commented. "I normally
don't pee this much at a time."
"Well, you wouldn't want to have an embarrassing moment in your classroom,
now would you?" Tina asked rhetorically.
"Of course not! I just hope nobody finds out I wear them."
Tina finished diapering me and left me to go the rest of the day in my
diapers.
I went over to my drawers, where Darrell had left one open when he was
changing into dry underwear. I noticed that the drawer in which my old underwear
was stored was now half empty! What happened to them? Did mom get rid of them
already?
I went downstairs and asked mom if she had done anything with my old
underwear. I told her that half of them were gone.
"No, I haven't done anything. I left them in there for Darrell to take
with him if he wanted them. He must have taken some of them with him. He
probably couldn't carry them all at once so he might plan on getting the rest of
them when he stops by again."
I stood there and thought for a moment. He obviously wasn't carrying them
out with him as he left. Then, I remembered the big bulge beneath the shorts he
had on. He must have put on every pair that was there! There had to have been
thirty pairs in that drawer, so he was wearing at least a dozen of them! That
also explained why it took him so much longer to change than I expected. He must
have gotten the idea after I told him about it. I tried calling Darrell after I
figured he would be home, but there was no answer, remembering that his mom
wanted him to be home right away to go do something, so he would probably be
gone awhile. I just wanted to know if his mom saw the tell-tale bulge beneath
his shorts, or if she noticed that he was not even wearing his own shorts.
THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 10
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It wasn't until the next day that I heard from Darrell. He called and told
me what he did when he left my house the day before.
"I put on about half of all your underwear when I left," he started. "It
sounded like a good idea when you mentioned it and it was the perfect time and
the perfect way to get it, since you said I could have your old underwear,
anyway. I figured that if I just wear my underwear like you did then my mom
wouldn't accidentally see a diaper lying around in my room."
"Did she notice?" I asked.
"Notice what?"
"That you were wearing all those underpants?"
"No, because I ran straight into the bathroom and acted like I was in a
desperate need to go, then I just took them off and hid them and sneaked them
out of the bathroom and into my room later that night."
"Did she notice you were wearing my shorts?"
"Nope! In fact I'm wearing them today! I'm also wearing about five pairs
of your underwear. It's about all I can wear without anyone noticing, and I like
the feel of wearing it, but I probably won't pee or poop in them much."
"Don't try peeing in them unless you have plastic pants on," I advised
Darrell. "They really leak. You can poop in them okay, I've done that lots of
times. Its better when you have a lot more underpants on. You feel like you're
wearing a really thick diaper and, it's just a lot more fun."
"I probably won't use them unless I'm at home where I can wear more than
just five pairs. And I'll have to make sure I can get them in the wash before my
mom sees them."
"Maybe I can stay over tomorrow and then I can try them out at your
place."
"Yeah, that would be cool! I'll ask my mom!"
I set the phone down and asked mom if Darrell could stay over. Mom decided
it was okay, since it was the last weekend before summer vacation ended.
Darrell's mom also agreed, so we both looked forward to an evening of diaper-
messing fun!
Darrell was dropped off at my house that evening, complete with a bag full
of my old underpants, which were now his, apparently designated solely for
making messes in. It was all given to him for free, so why not? If I had been
given an extra supply of underwear for free, I would have done the same thing
with it.
When it was time to go to bed, Darrell stripped of his shorts, revealing
the five pairs that he now wore regularly. As I was bigger than he was, my
underwear was a size larger than what he wore. so when he wore my underwear, it
looked a little big on him. After he had on about twelve pairs, it fit him just
fine, if not a tad bit tightly. He then climbed into the sleeping bag and the
cot that dad used whenever we went camping. We didn't have any extra beds for
overnight guests, but a cot was certainly more comfortable than the hardwood
floor.
We turned out the light, but kept talking for awhile.
"Are you gonna poop in your undies tonight?" I asked Darrell bluntly.
"I might," he said. "I just don't know if I can do this at your house,
either. I don't have any brother or sisters, but I'm afraid my mom would find
out if I did it at home. Here, my mom won't ever know, but you have a sister,
and I'd be embarrassed if she found out."
"You got a choice," I stated, "if you do it at your house, your mom will
probably find out, and if you do it here, Tina will likely find out before too
long."
"Does Tina even have to know?" Darrell asked.
"No, of course not. Of course you'll have to find a way to get rid of your
dirtied underpants since Tina does come in here a lot to change me, you know."
"I can drop them out the window," Darrell said.
"Nah, too risky. Somebody will find them down there."
"Okay, I can just hide them in here and sneak them out to your trash later
in the morning."
"Well, again, there's the risk, mainly the smell, and besides, you waste a
lot of good pooping-in underwear if you throw it out before at least using it a
few times."
"That's true," Darrell said. "I guess can just keep it on until I can
change when nobody's around."
Good idea, I thought, but I had to shoot this one down, too.
"There's no telling how long you'll need to wait to do that. Why don't you
just wear one of my diapers instead?"
"Really?"
"Yeah, then after you've used it you can just throw it in with mine. Tina
will never notice that there's one more dirty diaper! Problem is, you have to
sneak it downstairs first where my dirty diapers are kept for washing."
"What am I gonna do? I can just wear them and not use them, but then, that
kind of misses the point, huh?"
"Yeah, it does. Do whatever, Darrell, but if anybody finds out, don't
blame me," I added.
"I know," Darrell acknowledged my disclaimer.
Darrell agreed with that idea. He got up and pulled all of his underwear
and pulled one of my diapers out of the drawer. He unfolded it and tried to get
it around him. He decided to sit down and pull the diaper up on his body. He got
it securely pinned in place and then put the plastic pants back on.
"This is much better!" he exclaimed as he climbed back into his sleeping
bag. "I wish I could wear *these* all the time!"
"Let yourself get caught with them and maybe your mom *will* make you wear
them like my mom did!"
"Not my mom!" Darrell argued. "She'd throw me into a mental institution
and think I was weird!"
"You know what, Darrell? I *know* I'm weird for doing this and everybody
in my family thinks that, but I'm not down at the psyche ward!"
"I'll just wear them when I stay over," he said.
As Darrell and I lay there and talked Tina came to my room.
"Hey, Darrell! I left the bathroom door unlocked for you," she said. "It
didn't occur to me that you may need to go in there until I just did and thought
about you."
"Okay," Darrell said, as if he felt glad he at least had the option to use
the bathroom if he decided he wanted to. He was in the diaper now, but still
uncertain about using it. I was tempted to tell Tina to leave it locked, forcing
me to explain why, but I didn't want to do that to Darrell. He wanted his
interest in wearing my diapers to remain a secret only between him and me. I
just told Tina that was fine and left it at that.
After Darrell and I finally quieted down and decided to go to sleep I
continued to lie awake. I kept thinking about Darrell wearing one of my diapers
and possibly using it. I couldn't wait until morning to find out what he had
done, if anything. I felt that I would be disappointed if he told me he
"chickened out" and used the toilet. That would have been no fun! I wanted to
hear him talk about *using* his diaper, not just wearing it!
I wanted to make damn sure Darrell would need to use his diaper and not be
able to get to the toilet, which Tina so considerately left open for him. I got
up very quietly, pretending to go downstairs, which I really did, just so
Darrell wouldn't know what I was up to. Before going back to my bedroom I went
to the bathroom and unpropped the door (it always locked whenever it closed),
thereby preventing him from using it if he needed to. There was such a rush that
had come over me, knowing that I had pretty much forced Darrell into making use
of his diaper! His only other option was to go outside.
The next morning arrived with a cool breeze blowing through my window. It
almost felt like an autumn breeze as it hinted at the approaching change of
seasons. I lay awake with excitement. hoping that Darrell would have something
good to say about his diaper.
"Psst! Darrell? You awake?" I whispered. Apparently he wasn't as he
remained motionless and said nothing. I decided to get up and go downstairs. I
was quite wet and messy myself, having just messed the diaper while excited over
the thought of Darrell using his diaper. I made a big mess, adding to a good
soaking I made in my diaper the night before. I was in an immediate need of
getting a change, I felt so messy, and so naughty at the same time!
Tina was sitting on front of the TV watching cartoons. She said "good
morning" to me as I sat down next to her. I knew she was well aware of my
immediate need for a diaper change when she took a whiff and said "you really
smell, Randy, I think I'll change you now."
We went up to my room where I lay back down on my bed. I told Tina to try
to be quiet as Darrell was still asleep. As I lay there on my bed I saw Darrell
still lying there asleep. His bag had become unzipped as he moved around, enough
that his diaper was exposed to view. I could see it showing in its entirety, and
as Tina was changing me, she could see it, too.
"Is Darrell wearing a diaper?" she whispered.
"Yes, but don't tell him you saw him wearing it," I answered back quietly.
"I won't," Tina said.
Tina had to work awhile on my bottom to get the big mess cleaned up.
Darrell started to squirm around, as if he were about to wake up. In fact, just
as Tina had my plastic pants pulled into place Darrell had his eyes open.
Realizing that his diaper was not concealed, he quickly threw the sleeping bag
over him, hoping that Tina didn't see him.
I stayed in the room after Tina left to go downstairs.
"Man, do you sleep late!" I said to Darrell.
"Yeah, and I think I'm going to go back to sleep again," he replied. "What
was Tina doing in here?"
"Changing my diaper, what else?"
"Now? Why so early?"
"It was dirty, and I mean, *dirty*! How's your diaper?"
"I pissed in it," he said. "I had to!" The bathroom door was locked! I
thought Tina was going to leave it open!"
I had to think quickly. "Well, uh, she must have gone in there overnight
and, and she just closed it behind her, you know, force of habit, that sort of
thing. She must have forgotten to leave it open for you!"
"How am I going to get this diaper downstairs without Tina seeing me with
it?"
"It looks like you're stuck. You can't put your shorts on over it since
they won't fit."
"I'll take it off now and hide it so you can get it later," he said.
"But it'll smell," I said. "Of course, the wind is blowing through the
window and that's keeping the smell down, so maybe you'll be alright."
Darrell decided that this was as good of time to change out of his diaper
as any. I still didn't know what he had done in it yet, just that he used it,
having no choice, just as I intended.
He took it off, revealing the mess underneath. He only told me that he wet
in them, but he had also pooped as well! It was filled with stinky, smelly poop
and the front was all soaked! I felt that big rush flow through me as I saw that
Darrell used it. It was even more of a rush when I thought about how I more or
less forced him to use it, as he would have used the bathroom otherwise.
"You said you only peed in them," I said.
"Well, I also had to go the other way," he said quietly, perhaps feeling
overcome with embarrassment.
"Here's some of my wipes," I said, handing him the container.
Now there was another problem that neither of us had thought of. What
would Darrell do with his dirty wipes? As Tina kept two pails in rotation, there
was always a pail ready for the next dirty diaper and any dirty wipes that were
used to be transported downstairs with the other pail brought up with her each
time she changed me. Darrell threw the wipes into the pail, hoping that Tina
wouldn't see them or think much about them being in there. This wouldn't have
worked, however. Tina was always good about remembering to take the pail down
with her, and it always came back empty. If I left the dirty wipes in there,
then how would I explain them? I didn't want to say I tried to clean myself as
this would have gotten me in trouble. My only other option was to drop them out
of my window, which was also a bad idea. The wind would have blown them to who-
knows-where before they landed, most likely in the vicinity of the yard where
somebody would spot them.
I realized that there was no point in trying to smuggle Darrell's dirty
wipes past my sister since she already saw that he was wearing one of my
diapers. I also decided that Darrell had pretty much painted himself into a
corner in a figurative sense, so there was little else to do but to tell him
that Tina saw him wearing the diaper.
"I hope you don't mind that I tell you this," I started.
"Tell me what?"
"That Tina saw you with a diaper on when she changed me this morning, so
you might as well--"
"She what?"
"Your sleeping bag was unzipped and she saw you lying there, your diaper
in full view!"
"Oh, no!" he exclaimed.
"It's too late, Darrell. She already knows."
He stood still, stunned for a moment, wearing only his underwear now.
"No! Oh my...shit! I am so embarrassed!" he said as he cringed.
"So she saw you! Look, now you don't have to be afraid to wear diapers
around here! Go ahead and put one back on if you want."
"No, that's okay, I think I'm gonna leave now."
"That's a long ways to walk, Darrell."
"I'll be alright. See you in school Tuesday."
Darrell didn't say another word. He just slipped on his pants and left,
leaving behind his other underwear and his other belongings he brought over.
I followed him downstairs and watched him walk out the door. I felt upset
that he felt upset. Darrell just didn't know how to handle his feelings over
wearing diapers. He liked wearing them of course, but he was afraid of anyone
else knowing. I'm surprised he even opened enough to tell me he wanted to wear
them. I hoped that he could sort this problem out and return to his normal self
by Tuesday, following Labor Day, marking the first day of fifth grade for us.
"What's with him?" Tina asked after Darrell had closed the door.
"I told him you saw him wearing one of my diapers."
"Why did you tell him?" Tina asked.
"Well, he was trying to figure out a way to change his dirty diaper
without you knowing. I figured that he had no way out of it, so I told him. I
was afraid he might be more embarrassed if he thought you had found out later
on. He's really sensitive."
"He always has been, Darrell. He'll be alright when we go back to school
Tuesday."
Tina fixed us some breakfast later on. I didn't say much as I sat there
eating and thinking about how I had upset Darrell over small things in the past
and it always bothered me that he was so sensitive, even though I knew he always
got over things that upset him. Getting caught wearing one of my diapers was not
what I considered a "small thing". I worried that he may not talk to me at
school on Tuesday, perhaps never again.
Mom and dad then came home unexpectedly early.
"Mom! Dad! Why are you home so soon?" I asked.
"The auction got out early, they didn't have much this time," my mom said.
"We saw Darrell walking home and we picked him and drove him the rest of
the way."
"What did he say when you picked him up?" I asked mom, concerned over what
he may have told her.
"He told us he left because he wasn't feeling good. I just couldn't see
him walking all that way. It's getting cool out there, and it's so windy! I
think we're getting an early autumn! I don't know why he didn't just stay and
wait for us to come home, there's no reason he should be out walking like that
if he isn't feeling well."
While mom was going off on this I silently asked Tina if we should tell
mom why Darrell really left our house. Tina shook her head and whispered "no,"
so I decided to keep it as much as a secret as I still could.
I knew that I would worry about this all day today, tomorrow, and Monday.
Did I lose my best friend over the fact that my sister caught him wearing one of
my diapers? Darrell was the type of kid whom I considered to be, in all
fairness, weak. He didn't have any other friends besides me and he was always
afraid to try new things. He wasn't an outgoing, adventurous kid and probably
appreciated what solitude he could get. I knew he liked to stay overnight but
often longed for getting back home before it got very late in the day. He was my
friend, but was I still his friend?
The Blue Package, Parts 11-20