| Title:
| Fireworks and Diapers
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| Name:
| Littlesquirt
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| Email:
| Not given
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| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| 19
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| Whom Story is About:
| Myself
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| Posting Date:
| 02/15/09
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| Life Periods in Story:
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| Post-toddler |
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| | Teen |
| | Adult |
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| Ages in Story:
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| 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18+ |
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| Story Contents:
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| A- Post-toddler (4-8)* | ● | R- Sisters, other girls* | ●
| | B- Pre-teen (9-12)* | | S- Babysitters |
| | C- Teen (13-17) | | T- Masturbation |
| | D- Adult (18+) | | U- Sexual situations |
| | E- Cloth diapers* | | V- Gay |
| | F- Disposable diapers | ● | W- Erections |
| | G- Pee | ● | X- Bedwetting |
| | H- Poop* | ● | Y- Accidents | ●
| | I- Exposed diapers/pantslessness* | ● | Z- Punishment/Diaper
Discipline |
| | J- Multiple diapers* | | 1- Female Domination* |
| | K- Baby paraphernalia | | 2- Enemas |
| | L- Mother | ● | 3- Restraints |
| | M- Father | ● | 4- Crying |
| | N- Aunt | | 5- Spanking |
| | O- Uncle | | 6- Humiliation |
| | P- Brothers (diapered) | | 7- Babying |
| | Q- Brothers (not diapered) | | 8- Regression |
| | *Denotes Deekerian story elements
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| Summary:
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Parents have me take a break from potty training for an afternoon so we
can enjoy the evening and fireworks without being interrupted by me
having to go potty all the time. I wasn't really doing too well with
potty training anyway...
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When I was four years old I still hadn't mastered the art of keeping my
pants dry. My parents never showed their frustration, but like any
normal parents, they weren't thrilled with having a four-year-old who
was wet more often than he was dry. Although I had technically
graduated to "big kid" underwear, I hardly ever went to the bathroom on
my own. Even with my parents diligently taking me to the potty every
hour or two, I still peed my pants almost as often as I peed in the
toilet. I didn't mess my pants very often by this time, but mostly
because my parents knew my potty schedule and made sure I was on the
toilet around the times I normally had to go #2.
The teachers at my preschool weren't much of a help. They insisted that
my parents put me in pull-ups until I was more reliably trained. As a
result, potty time for me often consisted of getting my wet or messy
pull-up changed. My parents were starting to show signs of frustration
at my lack of progress and had discussed dropping the issue of potty
training for a while and picking it later.
The story starts on the afternoon that we were going to go to the
waterfront festival. There were going to be fireworks and it'd been a
while since my mom and dad and my older sister had done anything
together as a family. Right before we were about to head out the door,
my mom told my sister to make sure I used the potty.
Since everyone had spent the last hour or so getting themselves ready,
no one had bothered to make sure I had used the potty until now.
Unfortunately, "now" wasn't when I needed to potty; 20 minutes ago was
when I'd had to go potty. After pulling down my underwear, my sister
was about to sit me on my potty when she realized that I'd had an
accident.
"Mom, Jimmy's got brown stuff in his pants!" This was her way of saying
that I'd pooped my pants, but in a more delicate way. My mom walked in
and took off my underwear and cleaned me up with a few wipes.
Afterward, she took me to my room and grabbed a diaper out of the bag
in my closet. I was used to wearing diapers at night, since I hadn't
even come close to being able to stay dry at night yet, but I wasn't
sure why I was going to have to wear one right now.
My mom explained that this would make it easier on everyone if I had
another accident while we were out tonight as she pulled the front of
the diaper up between my legs and taped the tapes. After she pulled my
shorts up we all piled into the car and left.
The festival was really cool. There were clowns, cotton candy and all
that cool stuff. The thing that excited me most though was the big
playground that they had on the waterfront. I was kind of afraid that
some of the other kids might notice my diaper, but that didn't stop me
from going on the slide a bunch of times.
I remember taking a break from playing to go sit down on the blanket
where the rest of my family had decided we'd watch the fireworks from.
My sister pulled me onto her lap and asked me how I liked the
playground. Before I could say anything I suddenly felt the front of my
pants beginning to warm as started peeing my diaper. I guess I'd had a
few too many juice boxes because I started to leak out the sides and
felt my shorts getting wet too. That was about the time my sister
noticed what was happening and asked, "Jimmy, are you getting wet
pants?". All I could do was nod. "Mom, Jimmy's got wet pants," she said
as she passed me over to my mother.
"Oh Jimmy, look at your shorts," as my dad handed her the diaper bag.
She laid me down on the blanket they'd spread out and took my shorts
off. After removing my soaked diaper, she cleaned my up with a few
wipes and taped a new diaper on me. Then I saw her roll the short I'd
had on up and put them in the diaper bag. "These are soaked, babe,
you'll have to wear just your diaper for the rest of the night."
My dad took me to swing on the swings for a little while before it got
dark and once the sun set, the fireworks began. The fireworks were
awesome, as always and afterwards we all walked back to the car and
began the drive home. We were about half way back home when my dad
pulled into a rest-stop for my sister to use the bathroom. It was
starting to get close to my bed-time and I usually had to go #2 right
before I went to bed, and I was starting to feel my little tummy
rumble.
"Mommy, I have to go potty, too," I said.
"Baby, we're a bit of a hurry to get home. You've got your diaper on,
why don't you just go potty in there" she said. I frowned a little and
said "okay."
The rest of the drive home took my mind off my need to potty until
without warning I could feel poop making its way out of me and filling
the seat of my diaper. I was pretty sure I wet too because the front of
my diaper felt warm and squishy.
When we got home, my mom didn't say a word about my latest accident,
she just changed my diaper and put me to bed for the night.
It took about 3 more months before I was totally ready for potty
training and for those 3 months, I stayed in diapers all the time. At
preschool, they put me in the toddler class so I wouldn't be the only
one in my class who wore diapers.