When I was 12, almost 13, my family and I took a trip out east 
during the summer. Our first stop was to see friends in Connecticut and 
then we were going to drive to New York City to see some relatives.
	My family consists of me, my then 8-year-old brother who wet the 
bed, and my mom and dad. We were going to fly into Springfield and then 
drive to our friends’ house. Our friends had 3 daughters, one of whom 
was my age.
	When we first took off I was feeling a little sick. It didn’t 
bother me much. When we were standing next to the baggage carousel in 
Connecticut I felt the need to fart. So I did. To my horror, poop came 
out. It was like diarrhea and it ran down my leg. I ran as fast as I 
could to the bathroom hoping my parents wouldn’t notice. I ran into a 
stall and locked the door. I immediately began to wipe my leg up. Once 
this was sufficiently clean I took off my pants, then my boxers. I 
wiped myself clean but could see that my boxers were a loss.
	I exited the stall and tossed my boxers in the trash. I went out 
of the bathroom and quietly went over to my mom. I whispered in her ear 
what had happened. Once we grabbed our luggage I took out a pair of 
boxers and went in to change. Meanwhile, my parents were discussing a 
course of action. I emerged for a second time from the bathroom. 
Nothing more was said until we reached the car. My brother had been 
told what happened but didn’t care much because he wet the bed.
	As we pulled out of the rental lot my mom turned to me and told 
me that were making a stop at Target for some essential supplies. I 
didn’t really know what she meant so I didn’t protest. Once we got to 
target me and my mom went inside while my brother and father waited in 
the car. When we got inside, my mom headed straight for the pharmacy. 
She turned down the diaper aisle so I thought that she was just getting 
more Goodnites for Eric, my brother. To my surprise she grabbed a pack 
of size 6 Huggies diapers and a pack of size 6 swim diapers. Then she 
grabbed a pack of LARGE Goodnites (My brother wore small Goodnites). I 
knew at once what they were for. Because my bother wore Goodnites my 
parents knew that they would not work for poop. She just put them in 
the cart and kept going.
	We grabbed some other things like a portable changing mat and 
changing supplies as well as food. When we got to the car she took out 
a diaper and unrolled the changing mat in the trunk of the car. There, 
she took off my boxers and put a diaper on me. Because I was a small 
kid the size 6 fit. It was tight and it had animals on it. I was pretty 
upset but didn’t complain because I knew I would get a spanking. We 
drove towards our friend’s house when I felt another fart coming. 
Without thinking I let it out. Oops! The poop came out again. My whole 
family heard so we pulled into a rest stop to change me. My brother, 
who was wearing his Pull-Ups for the drive, also changed. My mom 
diapered me again and then we started driving again.
	When we got to our friends’ house I climbed out of the car while 
checking to make sure that the diaper was not showing. As we walked 
towards the door I felt like everyone could tell that I was wearing 
diapers. They answered the door and ushered us in. The kids took me and 
Eric downstairs and never noticed my diapers. We played around all day 
without any incidents. At dinner we were told that we would be swimming 
off their boat the next day. Then I understood why my mom had purchased 
the swim diapers. That night, when we were getting ready for bed, my 
mom made me wear a large Goodnites, which I ended up wetting.
	The next morning my mom put me in a regular diaper but took along 
several regular diapers and a swim diaper. We got to their double-deck 
boat and cruised for some time. We eventually pulled into a cove to 
swim. I first said that I didn’t want to swim but my mom gave me the 
look that says, “You will swim!” She took me into the bedroom on board 
and unrolled the changing pad. She took off my diaper to find that I 
had pooped it without knowing it. She rolled up the dirty diaper and 
took the swim diaper and taped it on. I then put on my board shorts. 
When I looked in the mirror I freaked. The top of the diaper showed as 
well as the massive bulge in the swimsuit. At that point I refused to 
go above deck but my mom forced me to. When our friends saw they just 
smiled and told my mom that some kids even older then me had worn 
diapers on their boat before. Apparently the girl my age had a friend, 
who was a boy, and wore nothing but his swim diaper on the boat. At 
this my mom took of my board shorts and I went the rest of the day 
without a swim suit. I swam in the water in just a swim diaper. At 
first I was embarrassed but I soon realized that they didn’t really 
care.
	We spent a whole week with our friends and I wore diaper the 
whole time. I ended up pooping several more times. On the final day we 
decided to go to a place called Mystic Seaport. This place was a remake 
of an old colonist town. My mom diapered me as usual and brought along 
several extra diapers. We walked around and saw all there was to see. 
Just before we left we decided to eat lunch. As we sat and ate I pooped 
my diaper again and my mom told me to follow her to the girls’ bathroom 
which I did. When we got there I was lifted on to the changing station 
and was diapered.
	I spent the next week in day time diapers full time until I 
recovered from a bowel infection. I spent every night in Goodnites and 
woke up wet every morning and I still do now.