Name: Greg
Email: [email protected]
Ages: 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

GREG'S STORY PART 1

Hi, I'm Greg. My brother, crazy sister, and I grew up in a trailer park 
in southern Illinois. Mom tried to potty train us boys when my brother, 
JR, was 2 ½ and I was 1 ½. It didn't work too well, particularly for my 
brother. He would be mostly dry during the day but wet every night. We 
were always looking for any shred of approval from our parents so I soon 
picked up on it and was dry by the time I was two. JR was not. When he 
went to kindergarten JR was still wet many nights and peed his pants 
when he took a nap at school. As punishment he would be spanked (we got 
spanked for everything) and had to wear only his wet underpants until 
they dried out. During the summer and weekends that meant wearing them 
until after lunch. If he wet at school he was usually in wet underpants 
until close to bedtime.

We were always jealous of any attention the other one got and I always 
wanted to be like my older brother. When he would be wondering around 
Saturday morning in only underpants, I would try to do the same. Mom 
yelled at me, "Get dressed and go play outside."

"But I want stay inside in underwear with JR," I'd respond.

"No! He is being punished. Put you pants back on and go play!" And I 
would head outside sulking; not even thinking JR would have rather been 
outside, too.

Things began to change for me when JR started going to school. I was 
really jealous of him getting to go somewhere I couldn't and the time 
Mom spent with him. At first he did wet at school because he was too 
excited to really sleep at naptime. But after about a week of going to 
school he was relaxed enough that he would sleep during naptime and then 
he would pee. When he came home with wet pants he got stripped to his 
underpants and spanked. In some weird way I wanted that attention and 
took off my pants so I could be like my big brother! My Mom wouldn't let 
me, "Put on your pants, he's only in his underwear because he peed! And 
because he wet all week at school he's going to spend in entire weekend 
in wet underpants." And he did. All weekend he spent inside with Mom 
making sure he only peed in his underpants, while I played outside by 
myself. At this something unconsciously clinked in my brain (I don't 
remember making a conscious decision about it).

The following Monday morning I woke up wet! I hadn't been wet for over 2 
½ years—over half my life! I was scared; I didn't know what to do. So I 
stayed in bed. After mom sent JR off to school she came in our room. 
"Get up, I want to change the sheets." As she said this she pulled back 
my covers and was shocked to see me wet. "Not you too, no you don't!" 
She pulled me from the bed, pulled off the pjs and really spanked me 
hard. Even though I was crying, I was proud to be like my brother. When 
he came home from his half day of kindergarten he was surprised to find 
me still in damp underpants, "What happened to you?" With a sneer I told 
him, "I wet the bed." "Good, now you know what is like." "Yeah, I do," I 
said as if I didn't mind.

At first I didn't wet the bed very much. Thinking back on it, it seemed 
I wet only when JR got to do something that I did not get to do. At 
first it was just big things, like getting birthday presents, going to 
parties at school, and stuff like that. The morning after he got 
whatever the special attention was, I was wet. As far as I can tell it 
still was not intentional, though. It was about this time my dad walked 
out on us. I remember him saying, "I can't stand living with these two 
pee babies in a house that smells like a toilet." That is when the 
wetting really increased. Any little thing set me off. By the time I was 
in first grade and my brother was in second, my bed was wet 4 to 5 times 
a week and his was wet almost every night. By then I was stuck; no 
matter what we tried we kept wetting. And this continued for years.

GREG'S STORY PART 2

Our bedwetting stayed pretty much the same for the next five years. JR 
wet most every night and I was wet 4 to 5 nights a week. Even though we 
wet this much nobody in the trailer park knew. Nobody, that is, until I 
started 5th grade. Just before we started school that fall a new guy 
moved into the wreck of a trailer two lots down from us. He was starting 
graduate school at the university. My sister didn't like him right from 
the start and called him Mr. Ugly-weirdo. She was (and still is) pretty 
fat and ugly herself and called anything she didn't like ugly to bring 
it down to her level. But he was weird. He had lots of strange plants 
and he had parrots in his trailer. And I wanted to see those birds!

One day I was walking home from the bus and I saw the new neighbor 
outside working with one of his plants. This was my chance; I walked up 
and said, "Hi. What's ya doin?"

"Hi, I'm repotting this cactus. You're the kid from over there, aren't 
you?" nodding in the direction on my trailer. "Yeah, I'm Greg. Who are 
you?" He answered, "Bob," and kept on potting the plant. He didn't seem 
interested in talking any more, but I want to see those birds in his 
place. I had become a real Dennis the Menace-type, and was sure the 
trailer park owners had warned him about not letting JR and me in to 
scare the birds. But I wanted to see those birds.

By this time I hadn't peed since lunch and I thought maybe he would let 
me in to use the bathroom. That way I could see the birds.

"I gotta pee," I said.

"So go home and pee."

"Mom locks the door when she is goes to work," I lied, "so we won't mess 
up the house when we get home from school. Can I use your bathroom?" By 
this time I did have to go and I was holding my dick. Bob had finished 
potting the cactus. He looked me in the eye and said, "No. Just wet your 
pants."

I couldn't believe what I had heard. "What?" I said.

"Why don't you just wet your pants?" Bob said again, "It's just like 
wetting your bed. You do wet your bed, don't you?"

I couldn't believe it! How did he know? I was so surprised I probably 
would have wet my pants if I wasn't still holding my dick. I just said 
the first thing that came into my head. "Not as much as my brother!" Bob 
smiled.

Oh SHIT! I had really screwed up now. Not only had I confirmed I was a 
bed wetter, but I told Bob my brother was one, too. And that was against 
our promise. Many years ago we had been fighting in a store while 
visiting Grandma. We started calling each other names, and as we ran out 
of names we continued with "Peehead" "Bedwetter!" "You wet more than 
me." By this time we stopped everyone in the store knew. In a few hours 
everyone in the whole town knew. And for the rest of our visit other 
kids would tease us and adults would tell Grandma how to make us stop 
wetting. So we made this agreement that we would never tell anyone or 
call each other those names, no matter how big a fight we had. And now I 
broke it and the new guy knows we wet!

"How did you know?"

"Oh, your brother told me," Bob said.

"What? I'll get him," I said and ran home as much to pound him as to 
pee. As soon as I was done peeing I found JR in our bedroom. "You told 
Bob I wet the bed!" I yelled.

My brother looked surprised, "No I didn't, who's Bob?"

"Yes you did. The new guy."

"No, I never talked to him."

"Well, he knows and he said you told him."

"What?"

"Bob, told me to wet my pants if I had to pee because it was the same as 
me wetting my bed." This argument went on for a long time, as I recall, 
until we decided we had been duped by Bob. So we both went back to his 
house.

Bob saw us coming and called out, "Hi, guys!"

"Hey, I never told you we wet," said JR, "how did you know?"

Bob smiled even more, "I was checking out plants behind the trailer park 
and saw your matrices out drying in the sun. It was pretty obvious. Hi, 
I'm Bob," he said to JR.

By this time we were standing there like whipped puppies. We realized 
our wetting had been advertised to the whole world when Mom aired out 
our beds and the fight was all out of us. I did know what else to do so 
I just asked, "Can we see your birds?"

"Sure, you can, but first I want you to answer some questions..." He 
wanted to know all about the wetting.

So we told him everything. That JR has never really been dry. That I 
started wetting the bed at 4. That Mom used to spank us and make us just 
wear wet underpants as punishment, until it hurt her hand too much to 
spank us and every chair had stains on them. Now she just doesn't seem 
to care. That our older sister teases us about it, but none of our 
friends know we wet. (Of course, now we weren't too sure about the last 
thing.)

"Ok," Bob said, "You can come in and see the birds. But if you misbehave 
or bother the birds I will tell your friends you wet your beds. Deal?"

"Deal." And that is how we met Bob. After that we went over and visited 
him a lot. He always asked us about the wetting, but he always let us 
see the birds and never told anyone about us being bedwetters.

GREG'S STORY PART 3

The Friday after Christmas vacation was over I got home from school to 
find the trailer cold. This was typical. The pilot light in the heater 
would regularly go out. But Mom would not let us light it (we were 
dangerous enough without adding matches and propane), so I plugged in 
the heat tapes to keep the pipes from freezing and went over to Bob's 
house to stay warm and see his birds. JR, my brother showed up soon 
after. Bob asked us how the wetting was going and we admitted that since 
Christmas we had both pretty much soaked the bed every night (that was a 
lot for even me). Bob said, "don't worry, you guys are OK, wet or not." 
That was why we liked Bob so much.

We played with the parrots for a long time. And it was getting close to 
dinnertime when we saw Mom's car go by and we headed home. When we got 
home my stupid older sister was bitching about the cold and Mom had her 
head nearly under the heater trying to get it lighted. When Cathy saw us 
all she said was, "What did you two shits do to the heater, it won't 
light." She started toward us, but Mom told her to leave us alone and 
said she was calling the repairman. "You better, 'cause I'm not sleeping 
in this cold dump!" Cathy said.

"Don't worry, we'll get it fixed. I'll call the guy in the trailer park 
that fixes things," Mom said to Cathy. The she turned to us and said, 
"Why don't you guys take the leftover soup over to Bob's house and stay 
warm there. I'll call you when the heater is fixed." Then Cathy added 
pointing at us, "It better be fixed tonight or these two will be pee-
cicles in the morning! Ick." Mom just handed us the soup, pushed us out 
the door, and headed for the phone.

Bob was just hanging up the phone when we walked in. He didn't care if 
we came in as long as we knocked first. "Com'on in, I'll nuke the soup 
for you guys and then we can watch a video." We all piled on the couch 
and watched something I don't remember. I do remember it was a lot more 
fun than at home. It was around 8:30 when Mom called and told us, "The 
heater can't be fixed tonight. A thermo-thingy needs to be replaced and 
the guy doesn't have one." She then asked to talk to Bob. After a bit he 
said "Sure" and hung up. Then Bob said, "You guys are staying the night 
over here, but you need to go home and get your pjs and stuff." We 
couldn't believe it; this was great! We ran home to pack some stuff for 
our very own sleepover. When we got home Mom helped us pack. Mom told us 
she and Cathy were staying at another neighbor's house and she would 
call us as soon as the heater was fixed. At this point we hoped the 
heater would never get fixed.

When we got back to Bob's house he told us to get ready for bed. We 
didn't want to, but he said if we did it immediately we could watch one 
more movie before going to sleep. Once again Bob pulled out the deck of 
cards. Whoever pulled the lower card had to go change, wash, and brush 
first. I lost. I went to the bathroom first;, washed my face, brushed my 
teeth, and changed into my pjs. Then JR did. When we finished we said it 
wasn't fair because Bob hadn't changed into his. So he went and changed 
too. Only he didn't wear pjs; he came out in long underwear; blue fuzzy 
long underwear! We laughed at them, but he said long johns were warmer 
than pjs. We had never seen anyone wearing long underwear and I asked, 
"Do you have regular underpants on under them?" He nodded. "Then let's 
see them," I said.

"You guys first," and he pulled down my pj bottoms, turned and got JR's 
too, exposing our white briefs. But he wouldn't let us see his. I tried 
to pull his long johns down, but he held my hands. Then JR tried and he 
held me in the way. Finally I said, "Its not fair, you see ours." "Ok," 
Bob said and let go of me. We then were able to pull down his long johns 
and see he had on white briefs too. Then we pulled our pjs up. But when 
Bob pulled his long johns up we could still see his underpants through 
the gap in the fly like his zipper was open (we must have stretched them 
in the struggle). We kept teasing him about seeing his underpants. 
Finally he said, "I don't care!" He grabbed both side of the fly and 
pulled until we heard a rip. "Now you can see a lot more of my 
underpants. Now let's watch the movie."

When the movie was over we were almost asleep. Bob brought out blankets. 
He put JR on one couch and covered him, leaving me on the other couch, 
and covering me with the other blanket. Then he asked, "Who's going to 
wet in the morning?" We each answered, "Not me!" Bob responded with a 
sarcastic "Yeah, right," and turned out the light.

I slept through the night but I woke up dry! JR wasn't so lucky. When I 
called over to him and told him I was dry he said he was wet and so was 
the couch. "Boy, Bob sure is going to be mad," I said. Just then Bob 
came in taking off his long johns, so he ended up wearing only briefs 
and a t-shirt. We giggled. "Hey, this is my house. I can wear whatever I 
want! Ok, who's wet?"

"Not me," I said, as Bob pulled back the blanket. He saw I was dry and 
turned to JR. As Bob pulled back the blanket JR let out this little half 
crying "I'm sorry" just like he did before Dad used to beat us. "Yeah, 
you're wet," Bob said and before JR could say or do anything Bob stood 
him up and pulled off his pjs, t-shirt, and underpants. JR put a hand 
over his dick and the other over his butt, "Don't spank me," he pleaded. 
"You're a good kid, I'm not going to spank you." My jealously started up 
again, just like years ago. I was dry and got nothing, but JR just peed 
all over the couch and was told he was a good kid! "Com'on" Bob said to 
JR, "let's get you washed." He took JR into the bathroom.

About twenty minutes later they came back. JR was still naked and now 
dripping wet, "Bob gave me a bath!" he said, sounding a little 
surprised. Bob dried him off and then helped him into dry underpants, 
but nothing else. "Can I have a bath," I asked. Bob said, "No, you don't 
need one. Lets get breakfast." And they went into the kitchen. I took 
off my pjs so I could be like them and followed into the kitchen. Bob 
smiled but didn't say a thing when he saw me. After breakfast we got 
dressed and Bob sent us out to play. Around noon we went home for lunch. 
That's when Mom told us that we would have to stay at Bob's another 
night because the fix-it man wouldn't have the part until late and won't 
be able to fix the heater until Sunday (because he was a friend, he 
promised to do that). That was fine by us. Even if Bob had been nicer to 
JR after he wet than to me it was still more fun at his house than ours 
with my sister Cathy around.

We went to Bob's after dinner. I got into my pjs as soon as we got 
there, and Bob changed into his long johns that still showed his white 
underpants, but since JR's pjs were still wet he stayed in his clothes. 
We watched two more videos and had popcorn and sodas. We were nearly 
asleep when the second video finished. Again Bob put JR on the other 
couch, with the cushions turned over, and covered each of us with a 
blanket. "Who's going to be wet, tonight?" he asked. And again we 
answered, "Not me." "I bet," was all Bob said.

When Bob came into the living the next morning he was already out of his 
long johns and was wearing blue underpants only partially covered by a 
colored t-shirt. He started to ask, "So who's wet this morning?" as he 
pulled my blanket back, but finished with, "Holy cow! You're wet from 
your tits to your knees." I don't know if that was true, but I do 
remember I was really, really soaked. JR was even worse. We knew not to 
drink soda before bed, but I guess Bob didn't. Bob pulled my soaking pjs 
off of me. "Yuck!" I said as the cold wet top wiped my face, "That's why 
we don't wear pjs at home." As Bob took of my bottoms and now light 
yellow underpants, he asked, "What do you guys wear to bed at home?"

"Nothing," I said. "Wet pjs are terrible to take off and Mom doesn't 
wash them and our underwear often enough so we run out." JR added as Bob 
took off his very wet jeans and underwear, "So we just sleep naked and 
then don't have anything wet to take off. But Mom didn't want you to 
think we're strange, so she made us wear old pjs." "Well, you're not 
strange," Bob said looking at JR. Then he added, "You are both good 
boys," looking right at me. See, I remember thinking, I am a good boy.

Then he walked us to the bathroom. He sprayed us down and then soaped us 
up from head to toe. We were still pretty young, but I think both of us 
got a little hard when he soaped up our butts and dicks. But he didn't 
say anything about it. I asked my brother about it when I was writing 
this and he said he really did get hard during the first bath, but so 
much the second. After the bath Bob dried us off in the living room and 
put the dry pair of underpants on me that I had not used the day before. 
But JR was sunk. Both of his were wet, and so were his clothes, so Bob 
just put a t-shirt on him (that did not cover much) and we headed for 
the kitchen. As first JR was a little embarrassed, because we both had 
underpants on and he had his dick and butt showing. But after a while he 
didn't seem to mind and didn't even want me to go get dry clothes for 
him when Bob sent me home to get some after our late breakfast.

When I got home the fix-it man was just finishing the heater and before 
I left to bring JR his clothes there was heat starting to come through 
the vents. SHIT! I knew we would be sleeping at home that night. When I 
got back JR and Bob were playing some video game. Then I took over from 
Bob and JR still was still playing in just a t-shirt. He seemed to like 
having a bare butt. After the game was over I told JR the heater was 
fixed and that we would not be sleeping a Bob's that night. JR was sad 
too when I told him. All Bob said was, "Well, that will give me some 
time to dry out some things, besides tomorrow is Monday and school. I 
don't want to have to wake you two up early enough to get you ready for 
school." And he sent us home.

GREG'S STORY PART 4

As winter continued and we were cooped up in our old trailer my brother, 
JR, and me got into more fights with our sister. She was six years older 
than me, in high school, and was a lot bigger than both of us. She was 
crazy, too. We would get into fights about anything and everything. No 
matter how the fight started she would always bring up our bedwetting. 
As the fighting continued it went from verbal to physical. It was 
sometime in February or March that year she first punched me in the eye. 
Mom came home to me still crying with a black eye that I had for weeks. 
A few weeks later she tried to strangle me. Those marks on my neck only 
lasted a week as I recall. Children and Family Services was called in 
and Cathy ended up in counseling after that one.

Around spring vacation my Mom had a chance to start work on the second 
shift on the hospital cleaning staff, which paid 30 cents more per hour. 
We needed the money so she accepted, but that meant she wouldn't be home 
until after 10:30 at night. She called Bob to ask if JR and me could use 
his place as a safe house if Cathy and us got into a fight. We were 
really happy Bob said yes. And it didn't take long before we needed his 
place. As soon as Mom was on nights Cathy thought she was boss and did 
whatever she wanted including trying to spank us for not doing what she 
wanted us to do. We both escaped with only a few scratches and red 
marks.

We showed up at Bob's at just about bedtime still panting, with no 
coats, and no change of clothes. "What happened to you?" asked Bob. 
"Cathy tried to make us clean up the mess she made in the kitchen with 
dinner," I said. "Yeah, and hit me when I said 'No,'" said JR, "so we 
ran out before she could kill us."

"Well, I'm just about ready to go to bed. I have an early class 
tomorrow. So if you are staying here it is bed time for you, too," Bob 
said. We didn't care. Sleep sounded better than being beaten up. Without 
going to the bathroom we each took our shoes off, picked a couch, Bob 
covered each of us with a blanket, and that is the last thing I 
remembered until morning. That was a mistake!

When Bob woke us up our jeans and flannel shirts were soaked. We had had 
a lot of milk with dinner and hadn't gone to the bathroom after that 
before we went to sleep. We also seemed to wet the bed more after a 
fight with Cathy. "Well, I don't have time to clean you guys up," Bob 
told us, "I need to go to class and you guys need to go to school, too. 
I'll take you home so you can change." We ended up walking home 
obviously wet to anyone who was there to see us. When we got in the door 
Cathy started up immediately, "Mom's asleep, so shut up. Where have you 
pee babies been? Shit, you even peed your pants." Then she saw Bob and 
stopped. We didn't have time for a bath so we just peeled off our wet 
clothes and put on dry ones. Bob picked up the wet clothes, and we went 
back to his house for something to eat. Then he rubbed some aftershave 
on us to cover the slight pee smell and sent us to school.

When we got home from school Mom had already left Cathy was still in a 
bad mood so we went right over to Bob's house. He had just gotten home 
from the university. "Ok, lets get you guys bathed," he said, still 
smelling something. Even though we could do it ourselves, he took us 
into the bathroom, undressed us, squirted us down, and lathered us up 
twice. While we dried off he took our clothes and put them in the wash 
with the ones we had wet the night before. "Hey, what are we going to 
wear while those dry?" I asked. "Here," Bob tossed a package of new 
underwear at each of us, "I bought these on the way home so at least you 
won't pee your pants when you sleep over here." Bob had a real bad drier 
that was really small. It took most of the evening to dry our jeans, so 
we ended up wearing only underpants the entire time. In the evening Bob 
changed into his long johns. It was neat snuggling with him under the 
quilt on the couch, us in our underpants and him in the long !
johns, while we watched TV. Of course that night we slept in our new 
underpants too, and in the morning they were wet and yellowish instead 
of dry and bright white. Bob didn't seem to mind too much, though. When 
he got us up he was dressed only in his underpants and a t-shirt. He 
washed us, fed us, and sent us off to school.

This routine happened regularly, depending on how crazy my sister was. 
Some weeks were worse than others, but as I recall even in the best 
weeks JR and me were over at Bob's at least once in the week. Even when 
we didn't need to sleep over there for our safety we were over there for 
help with homework, or to relieve boredom, or see the birds, or 
something. And Bob regularly gave Mom reports on how things were going. 
More and more he was being the dad we didn't have.

One Saturday evening we were over at Bob's and asked to stay the night. 
It had been a real good week so we hadn't had to sleep over at his 
house. "Your mom is home. You don't need to sleep here," Bob said. 
"Yeah, but we want to and Mom doesn't mind," I replied. "If she says its 
OK, then you can," said Bob. JR called her and convinced her to say yes, 
even though this was only one of two nights a week she got to see us.

After we had decided on what video to watch but before he started it Bob 
said, "Look, you guys, we have a little problem we need to fix. I really 
like having you guys over but my couches can't take much more pee. You 
guys have slept over here ten times in the last month or so, and with 
the exception of one night you have wet." I was sure he was telling us 
we couldn't come over any more and I started to cry. JR looked unhappy 
too. "Hey, don't do that," Bob continued after he wiped some of my 
tears. "I'm not throwing you out. All I'm saying is either you stop 
wetting or you will have wear something to protect the couches."

"Like what?" asked JR.
Bob said, "Have you seen the ads for Depends on TV? Something like 
those."
"I'm not wearing diapers," I said, "I'm not a baby."
"They're not diapers, and they are for adults, not babies," Bob 
responded.
"Yes they are, and I'm not wearing them," I said.
"That's fine as long as you don't wet anymore. Here's the deal. If you 
are dry tonight you don't have to wear them next time, but if you are 
wet you have to wear the Depends for the next three times you guys sleep 
over. If you are dry all three of those times you can go back to wearing 
only underwear. As long as you stay dry you can stay out of the Depends. 
OK?"

It wasn't OK to me. All I said was, "Hummph, let's watch the movie." JR 
didn't say a thing. "OK, then," Bob said as if we had agreed, "We'll 
start the movies as soon as you guys are ready for bed." We stripped off 
our clothes, put on the underwear Bob bought us, and washed up faster 
than ever. The rest of the night we watched movies, ate popcorn, and 
drank soda while Bob had beer.

In the morning I woke up to the sound of Bob in the shower and the usual 
feel of wet squishy underwear. So did JR. Since we didn't want to wear 
those diapers next time, we didn't want Bob to know we wet. We turned 
over the cushions, stuck our wet underpants in the trash, got dressed, 
and went home before he got out of the bathroom. We didn't hear a thing 
about it for a while and pretty much forgot about it since Cathy was in 
a better mood the next few weeks.

About three weeks later I was over at Bob's trailer visiting the birds. 
We were have a great time. They were talking, whistling, and acting like 
clowns. It was getting late, and without thinking I turned to Bob and 
asked, "Can I stay the night?" He said, "Sure, just ask your mother." I 
called and got permission. As I hung up the phone Bob came back in the 
room and tossed me something saying, "Here, this is for you to wear 
tonight. You were wet last time you were here." I had forgotten, but Bob 
had not. It was a big diaper! "I'm not wearing a diaper," I said, as I 
sped out the door.

Mom saw me when I got home. "I thought you were staying at Bob's." I 
ignored the comment and said I had to talk to JR. "I think he's in your 
guys bedroom getting ready for bed," she said. I found him in the 
bedroom just goofing around. "I thought you were staying at Bob's, he 
said, "I was thinking about coming over too." I closed the door and said 
in the loudest whisper I could manage, "Bob's got diapers for us. He 
gave me one to put on after I called home. Told him I'm not a baby!"

"Nah, he doesn't really," my brother said, "You're just pulling my leg."

"Yes, he does," I said, "He gave it to me and said 'put it on'!"

"This I got to see," he said. He got up, told Mom we were going over to 
Bob's and he was out the door with me trailing behind before she could 
say anything. When we got to Bob's he was on the couch watching TV in 
his long johns. "Greg says you have diapers we have to wear if we sleep 
over here. Is that true?"

Bob answered, "Yep, see for yourself." And he tossed the diaper to JR 
just like he did to me. Then he pointed to the bag and said, "I've got a 
whole bunch for you guys."

"You mean I have to wear one if I stay here, I have no choice?" JR 
asked.

"That's right. The deal last time was if you were wet the next time you 
wear one of these," Bob answered.

"Can I stay tonight?" JR asked. I thought he had lost his mind. To this 
day I don't know what he was thinking when he asked that. "I'll call Mom 
and tell her we are staying here tonight, " he said to me. I couldn't 
believe it. I thought he didn't realize that he would have to wear a 
diaper. But Bob cleared that up for me, "You realize, JR, you will have 
to wear a diaper tonight then. Weakly, almost shyly JR said, "Yeah." He 
must not care about wearing one, I thought.

"You, too, Greg," Bob said. Once again that big brother envy thing was 
getting to me. There were a lot of things in this world I would not do 
on my own, like wear a diaper. But if JR did something, no matter how 
dumb, then I was going to make sure I did it too. "Yeah," I said, "I 
know." JR called Mom and told her we were both spending the night at 
Bob's. He didn't say anything about the diapers. After JR hung up Bob 
said, "OK, lets get you ready for bed. JR, you're first." JR slowly 
walked over to Bob who was sitting on the couch. Bob took of JR's 
flannel shirt, then unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled off his jeans. He 
then pulled off his underpants, and then told JR to lie on the couch. He 
slid the diaper under him and then taped 'em up. When JR got up he 
looked like an 11-year-old baby. "Now you, Greg," said Bob. "Not me, I'm 
not wearing those," I said as I again headed for the door. That is when 
JR really got me. "Greggy is a baby fraidy-cat! Always the chicken," he 
taunted.

"Am, not! I'll show you!" I said, undoing my pants and shirt, and 
pulling off my underwear. "I'll wear your stupid diapers!" I lay on the 
couch totally naked as Bob put on the diaper. It felt warm; it wasn't so 
bad after all. I got up. JR and me looked at each other and ourselves in 
the big mirror in the living room and giggled. We did look like big 
babies. I don't know what came over us but almost together we started a 
fake baby cry. "Oh, its not so bad," Bob said, "come on over here under 
the blanket." When we did Bob patted us on our diapers and our heads and 
said something like, "Its OK, you can be my big, baby boys." This time I 
didn't mind being called that.

After the movie we went right to sleep, again without going to the 
bathroom. JR was the first to wake up the next morning. "Hey, Greg, are 
you wet?" I didn't feel cold and wet, the couch wasn't wet either. "No," 
I said as I got up. "Yeah, but your diaper is. It's yellow and the line 
is gone. Mine, too," JR said showing me his diaper. He was right. I 
reached inside and it sure was wet. "Wow! These things sure do work. 
Maybe they aren't so bad after all. I just don't want anybody else to 
know." We went to the bathroom pulled the wet diapers off and quickly 
wiped off before Bob got up. When Bob came into the living room we were 
sitting there in our underpants playing 'war' with his cards. He asked 
if we were wet or dry. We both said, "See, no wet spot, pointing to the 
couches. We were dry!"

"Yeah, right, I saw the soggy diapers in the bathroom," said Bob, "they 
work good! How did they feel?" I had to admit they weren't too bad. The 
next couple of weeks we ended up sleeping at Bob house three more times 
and wore diapers each time. We were getting used to it as part of the 
regular routine. Too much of a regular routine! About three weeks after 
our first diaper we were sleeping at home and Mom came in to wake us for 
school with glasses of orange juice. Both of us were more soaked than 
usual. As I stood there shivering and looking a huge circle of pee in my 
bed and another pee circle surrounding JR in his bed Mom shook her head 
and said, "I wish you guys could have dry beds."

And then JR blew it! I couldn't believe it! He look up and said, "We 
could Mom, we could wear diapers like we do over at Bob's house. They 
keep the couches dry!" A glassful of orange juice slipped out of Mom's 
hand right into JR's lap. It didn't matter; he and the bed were already 
wet. And that is how Mom found out about us wearing diapers.

GREG'S STORY PART 5

When Mom found out we were wearing diapers at Bob's house she was 
worried something weird was going on. She asked a lot of questions about 
what we did and what Bob did when we were over there. Then she called 
Bob and talked to him for a long time. We were scared she wouldn't let 
us go over there any more, but after talking to Bob it turned out she 
was cool with it. She even checked out buying diapers for us to wear at 
home, but she couldn't afford them. So throughout the spring we kept 
wearing diapers at Bob's but wetting our beds at home.

After school was over for the year was when Cathy really started to 
loose it. She would call Mom at work all the time for no reason, except 
she was bored or lonely or something stupid like that. Mom was a 
cleaning lady at the hospital, so they would have to find her each time 
Cathy called. After a while they told Mom NO MORE CALLS, except 
emergencies. Mom told Cathy that so Cathy would tell the hospital it was 
an emergency. After a couple of those kind of calls, they told Mom NO 
MORE, or you're fired. Cathy called anyhow and Mom got fired. When Mom 
came home she was pissed! I had never seen her so mad. She and Cathy got 
into a big fight and Cathy went nuts. When Cathy attacked Mom we ran for 
Bob's house. When we got there we were both crying. Bob called the 
police.

As we listened to the fight and waited for the police I just sat and 
cried. All I could think was I wish everything was fine like when I was 
little. I didn't even realize it but as I cried I started to wet my 
pants. I don't think I really had to go, but just like the tears the pee 
kept flowing. It was JR who finally noticed it, "Hey Greg's wetting his 
pants!" Bob didn't seem to mind, "We will worry about that later, JR. 
Just let him be." Or did Bob say "just let him pee"? I don't remember 
now and it didn't matter 'cause either way I was still slowly peeing, 
and I just couldn't stop.

When the police came Cathy attacked one of them and they cuffed her and 
put in their car. They spent a long time in our house. Then they came 
over to Bob's house and wanted to ask us questions. We wanted to know 
how Mom was, but they won't tell us. "At least them how their mother is! 
Maybe then they will calm down enough to tell you something," Bob told 
the cops. They agreed and finally said Mom was OK and that she could 
come over after we had answered their questions, so we told them 
everything they wanted to know. They finally ended their questions to me 
with, "You're the wrong age to be wetting your pants, don't you think?" 
It was a mean thing to say. I looked down at them; they were pretty wet. 
But Bob answered them with, "They are the wrong age to be worrying 
whether their sister killed their mother! And you didn't help much!" 
(Thanks Bob!) After that they left.

As soon as the cops left Mom came over to see how we were. She looked 
pretty shook up. When she saw my wet pants she almost started to cry. 
"I've done it again, its all my fault," she said. We didn't understand 
what she was talking about. "Whenever your father and I would fight both 
of you would stand there, watching, and just wet your pants. Cathy would 
go into her bedroom and bang her head. All your problems are my fault!" 
Then she did start to cry. JR and me just looked at each other. We 
didn't remember our parents fighting much and we didn't remember wetting 
our pants about it. (Since then, many years later, in therapy under 
hypnosis I have found out my parents fighting, and our wet pants, was a 
regular thing in our trailer. But at the time this was news to us.) 
After she calmed down she suggested we stay the night at Bob's because 
she wanted to go to the jail and see what she could do for Cathy. We 
agreed, and she left.

Bob diapered us as soon as she left and tried to distract us with a 
video. But it was a long time before we were tired enough and calm 
enough to go to sleep. That night, even with diapers on, was a real wet 
one. About 4:00 am I was awake and soaked through. So were JR and the 
two couches. We changed out of our wet diapers into the last pairs of 
clean, dry underpants and crawled into bed with Bob. By the time he woke 
up at 7:00 we, and his bed, were wet. Surprisingly, he didn't seem to 
mind too much. I guess he knew we had more than we could take at that 
point, so he didn't get too mad at us. He changed me into another diaper 
since everything of mine was wet. JR put on the clothes he had come over 
to Bob's wearing last night. For some reason I didn't even care I was in 
a diaper. After breakfast Bob sent JR home to get something for me to 
wear, but when he got back with them I didn't put them on for a long 
time. I don't know why, I just didn't.

Mom got back from the jail later that morning, but Cathy wasn't with 
her. We went home to see what was going on. Mom didn't have enough money 
for bail, so Cathy got to spend a few more days in jail until her court 
appearance. Mom didn't let us go and see the court, but when she came 
home she was crying. When she could finally talk to us about it she said 
Cathy would have to spend some time in a group home for 'troubled' teens 
and get checked out by a doctor because they thought she had mental 
problems and might be dangerous. Well, JR and me could have told them 
that, but Mom didn't want to hear it. Mom said we would have to spend a 
week or so with Bob when they took Cathy to the place because Mom would 
go with her for a while and it was in the northern part of Illinois. Mom 
was very upset about it but we couldn't be happier. Cathy would be gone 
and we were going to stay with BOB!

GREG'S STORY PART 6

As soon as the Department of Child and Family Services had made 
arrangements to take Cathy north, Mom and me went over to Bob's to see 
if JR and me could stay at his house while Mom was gone. She explained 
the whole thing to him and that she would be gone for a week or so 
starting on Friday. "That's the same time I've promised to go and watch 
my three nephews for ten days. My two brothers and their wives are going 
on a cruise to Alaska's inside passage. We can't change now," Bob said.

"But Bob, I can't change this either," explained Mom, "and you are the 
only one who knows about their wetting and is willing to have them stay 
over." (Ouch! Thanks, Mom that's letting me know where I stand.) But the 
argument also persuaded Bob.

After more conversation, "Ok. Let me call my brothers and see what we 
can do," Bob replied. "Maybe we can work out something." A few days 
later Bob called and told Mom that he would watch his nephews at his 
house and we could stay too, if we were good. Five mostly pre teen boys 
were going to be a lot, even for Bob, so everyone was supposed to be on 
their best behavior.

We were already at Bob's trailer on that rainy Friday when his nephews 
arrived. Mom had left very early in the morning and we got to Bob's 
after breakfast with all our stuff, including our old sleeping bags. 
They came in a station wagon and unloaded all kinds of stuff that looked 
new. We thought they must have been rich! Bob introduced us to them and 
them to us. There was Kenny, 13 and his brother Billy, who was 10, and 
their cousin Tom, who was 11½. I had just turned 11 and JR had turned 12 
in January so we were all about the same age. Before their parents left 
we dragged all their stuff into Bob's trailer and we all got the 'you 
better be good or you'll be sorry speech'. That was the second time 
today we had heard it. After their parents left Bob gave the same speech 
again.

Since it was still raining Bob let us play some video games inside. 
After I lost and Tom took my place against JR I went to pee. As I walked 
in the bathroom I saw them! SHIT! Under the sink, in plain sight were 
our diapers! I quickly hid them in the closet, but that is when I it hit 
me! We were wet the last time we stayed over, so Bob is going to make us 
wear them tonight in front of them. How dumb could we be? Pretty dumb I 
guess. When I got back to the living room JR had just lost his last man 
on the video game so Kenny took over. He was sitting on the couch 
watching. I leaned over and whispered in his ear "Diapers tonight." That 
was all I needed to say. First he turned white and then he turned red. I 
had never seen anyone do that before or since. I had made my point. He 
immediately looked around for Bob. Not finding him in the living room, 
he headed for Bob's bedroom. Bob was in there checking on the birds he 
had moved from the living room so there was enough room for all of us to 
sleep.

JR closed the door. "We can't wear diapers tonight," he quietly told Bob 
so the others would hear. "Why not?" asked Bob. "Because we don't want 
your nephews to see us wearing them. That's why," we told Bob still not 
too loudly.

"Ok. So what are you going to wear?" asked Bob. We didn't know. "Well 
what are they going to wear?" JR asked. "They usually wear sweats, I 
think. That is what I was told," said Bob. "Then we will, too," I said. 
We were relieved when Bob agreed to that. The rest of the afternoon was 
really busy, with us running all over the place between chances to beat 
each other at video games JR and me had never played before. We had 
pizza for dinner and then watched a movie. About 8:00 pm or so Bob said 
it was time to start getting ready for bed. Panic time again! Was Bob 
really going to keep his promise?

"I don't got to sleep until 10:00!" Kenny said. "Bull!" Bob replied, 
"you guys go to sleep at 9:00 and it is time to start getting ready." 
"Not yet, please," Tom added. "Yes! Now!" said Bob, and he picked up the 
deck of cards on the table, "whoever gets the low card gets ready 
first." "Hey, Kenny, let's get ready for bed by playing 'War' like we do 
when daddy puts us to bed," said Billy. "What are you taking about, 
Billy?" asked Bob.

Kenny answered, "You know the card game 'War' where you turn up cards 
and whoever got the high card takes them all? And if two have the same 
card you put another card down and than another up and whoever has that 
high card takes those too? We do that to get ready for bed. Instead of 
putting a card down you say what you are going to take off if you lose. 
When you take everything off then you have to wash up and brush your 
teeth and then come back and put on your sweats for bed."

"You really do that? asked Bob. "Yeah! Daddy showed us, " said Billy. 
"I'm going to have a talked with him sometime about the games he teaches 
you guys," said Bob, "but if you want to do that, it's OK with me." It 
sounded cool, and it would put off having to get ready for bed, so we 
all agreed. Bob got another deck of cards and added them to the cards he 
already had. We sat in a circle on the living room floor and he dealt 
the cards out to us. He didn't get any cards, and said that was because 
he was the referee. I don't remember exactly how the game went, but it 
was something like this. Since there were five of us and two decks of 
cards every couple of times someone had the same cards and had to say 
what they would take off. First it was shoes and socks, then shirts. I 
think it was Tom and me who were the first to have the same card when we 
were both in just our jeans. We both called out jeans (What else could 
we do?). Tom didn't seem to care, but I was scared. I turn up an eight, 
I think, and got real scared that I would be the first to have to take 
off my pants. But Tom turned up a three or a four. I took the cards, 
relieved. Tom stood up and said, "I don't care!" and pull off his pants. 
He had blue underpants on. Everyone laughed and cheered.

After a couple more times the only ones not in only underpants was JR, 
who had jeans on and Billy, who still was mostly dressed. Then JR and 
Kenny got same cards. I could tell Kenny was scared he would lose, but 
JR lost and took off his jeans. Then Kenny and Tom had the same cards. 
They both called out "underwear" because that was all they had left. Tom 
got a real high card but Kenny got an Ace. Again Tom stood up and said, 
"I don't care!" and pull off his underpants. He sort of danced around 
and said we were all chicken for not taking ours off too. Bob sent him 
to the bathroom to wash up and we continued the game. It wasn't long 
until we were all naked and heading off to the bathroom, except Billy. 
So he ended up going last. (The little shit!)

This whole thing took close to an hour, as I remember. All this time we 
were finishing the pizza and Pepsi that came with it (big mistake 
there!). When we were all washed, brushed, and in our sweats we rolled 
out our sleeping bags and Bob told us to go to sleep. We were all wired 
so it was a long time before we were asleep. I had tried to stay a wake 
all night because I was scared I would wet, but we had been playing all 
day. Once the wired-ness wore off I was sound asleep. As Mom said, "Even 
the dead rising would not have waked me up." That was NOT good.

GREG'S STORY PART 7

The first thing that I remember the next morning was the sun in my eyes. 
The second thing was I was soaked. From about my belly button to nearly 
my knees my sweats were wet. The third thing was: BOB'S NEPHEWS! OH 
SHIT! I usually wake up slowly, but I was full awake now! Bob's nephews 
were here, and I'm wet! How am I going to get out of this??? I checked 
the room. I was the only one awake. Now what? My clothes were in a big 
pile with everyone else's over by the couch. No way could I get them. I 
checked the front door but one of them had rolled over by it. I couldn't 
get out without waking whoever was buried in the sleeping bag over 
there. My only chance was down the hall. The only one between me and the 
bathroom was my brother in his old sleeping bag. He seemed like he was 
asleep, but that didn't matter. He knew I wet. If I woke him while 
trying to get down the hall he won't say anything.

I checked everybody else again and then slowly started to crawl out of 
my sleeping bag. I was most of the way out when Bob came out of his 
bedroom and went into the bathroom. I slid back in, hoping he would go 
back to bed after peeing, and waited. But no such luck. He came out of 
the bathroom and headed right for us. SHIT! "Time to get up everybody," 
Bob almost yelled. He saw me move. "Morning, Greg, time to get up." He 
pushed every sleeping bag with his foot. "Everybody up, we have a lot to 
do today," and he headed for the kitchen. I was dead now! Soon Kenny, 
Billy, and Tom would know I was a bed wetter. Slowly heads stuck out, 
but no body got up. Bob came back out of the kitchen with a glass of 
orange juice and started pushing everybody with his foot again. "Come 
on, get up!" Bob was in the middle of the room when he said the worst 
words I could imagine, "I smell pee. Some body wet their sleeping bag." 
Nobody said a word. He finished the orange juice and asked, "OK, who's 
wet?" All of us almost in unison said, "Not me!"

"Yeah, right! I'm going to check everybody and we'll see." Bob went over 
to JR's sleeping bag first and reach in feeling around. He didn't say a 
thing. Then Kenny's, and then mine. When he got to mine I stupidly said, 
"Not me." He reached into my sleeping bag and found one very soggy kid. 
He didn't say a thing, but the grin on his face did. I knew I was dead 
meat. He then checked Billy's, and then Tom's, who was at the door. 
(Thanks Tom, you don't know what you have done to me.) "Ok, guys, I 
don't want to embarrass anyone, so here's what we are going to do. 
Everyone is going to close their eyes and KEEP THEM CLOSED. OK?" 
Everyone agreed and closed their eyes (at least I hoped they did. I had 
a lot to loose here.). "Now everyone get out of their sleeping bags and 
come to me." We all slowly shuffled toward Bob. "Now just stand still, 
unless I move you." What the hell was he doing? How was this going to 
make sure they wouldn't find out I was the wetter?

"OK, keep your eyes closed. No peeking, Billy. You are now all in a 
circle," Bob said, "now hold your right hand out in from of you." I put 
my right hand out. I didn't know what Bob was doing but I had no choice. 
"Your other right hands, JR and Billy." JR never could tell right from 
left, when we were kids. He still gets it wrong a lot as an adult. I 
guess Billy was the same way. "Now, keeping your eyes closed take your 
right hand and feel the front of the kid on your right side." I reached 
to my right and put my hand on the sweatshirt of whoever was next to me. 
IT WAS WET TOO! Thank God. It had to be JR next to me, but at least I 
knew I wasn't the only one. But at the same time someone else was 
finding out I was wet. I heard a "Yuck" as he first touched my now cold 
shirt. "Quiet," said Bob, "now take your left hand an feel the kid on 
your left." When I did he was wet too!!! There were three of us. Now I 
was OK! We would get teased, but we were in the majority!

"OK, guys you can open your eyes," said Bob. I could believe it. JR was 
across from me! It was big Kenny on my right who was wet and Tom was 
just as soaked as me on the left. And both JR and Billy were wet too. I 
think we all just stood there with our mouths open looking at each 
other! "You guys wet? Yeah, you too?" "If we knew you wet we would have 
had you sleep over, Tom." Wow! Even the cousins didn't know each other 
wet! This is really great. Or at least as great it could be standing 
there in peed in sweats.

"All you guys just sit down for a minute," Bob said. We did. "OK, now 
that you guys know you all wet you can all relax a little. I want you 
tell everyone how often you wet. Greg, you first." "Why me?" I answered. 
Bob said, "Just do it." "OK, I wet twice a week," I said. "I know 
better, Greg, double that and try again," Bob said. "Four times a week, 
then!" Then Tom got up and said, "I don't care if you know, I wet four 
or fire times a week, too!" He was always the show off, it turned out. 
Kenny and JR admitted they each wet about 5 or 6 times a week and Billy 
said he was almost always wet. Cool! What a group we made! It didn't 
even occur to me to wonder why they all wet and why Bob knew. After that 
Kenny and Billy went to Bob's bathroom to take a shower. Bob let JR and 
me sneak home to do the same. Tom had to sit and wait. As always he 
said, "I don't care!"

After breakfast we spent the rest of the day running around and 
following Bob as he checked his experiment plants in a bunch of places 
in the woods behind the trailer park. It was a great day!

GREG'S STORY PART 8

As I recall, that evening, after dinner, we all played video games until 
it was bedtime. When Bob announced it was time to get ready for bed the 
typical wale came from us, "Not yet, its too early to go to bed. Just 
one more hour." And the like. "No, its time, now," Bob replied above the 
noise, "Billy you first." "I don't want to. Let's play war to see who 
goes first." "Yeah!" everyone else said. I think Bob figured at least we 
were moving in a direction toward bedtime if we did that so he agreed 
and brought out the cards.

This time was pretty much like the last time except we weren't as shy. 
We had seen each other in peed-in sweats and naked, so it was not big 
deal to undress in front of each other. Instead of being so serious we 
were giggling and goofing around more, so it was a lot more fun. I was 
the first one to finally lose my underwear. As I left the room I pulled 
my briefs over Tom's head and I ran down the hall. Bob followed me and I 
thought he was going to yell at me for doing it. I was about to give 
some excuse when Bob said, "I don't care about that. Just get in the 
bathroom and wash up." And he followed me in.

As I was brushing my teeth he open the closet and pulled out the 
DIAPERS! "No, Bob, not those! You said we wouldn't have to wear them. 
Please!" "Sorry, Greg. You were wet last night and you know the 
agreement. You will wear diapers for the next three nights." I started 
to whimper. "Stop crying. You may wear diapers, but you are not a baby. 
Now hold still." He put the diaper on me. He opened the bathroom door 
and steered me by the shoulders to the spare bedroom that was mostly 
full of junk, but did have a bed in it. He closed the door and left. Now 
what? I thought as I sniffled a little, half pulled a sheet around me 
and waited for the group to come to finish my humiliation.

It didn't take long. The door opened and in walked Bob with Tom. And 
Tom, too, was in a diaper! And he didn't seem to care that I saw it. Bob 
left, no doubt for the next victim. Tom sat right down next to me. "You 
got one on too?" he asked as he tried to pull the sheet off of me. "Come 
on show me. You see mine." I pulled back the sheet far enough for him to 
see, but then covered up again. He may not care but I sure did! 
"Chicken," he said, as he stood on the bed and started jumping. About 
this time the door opened. We turned to see JR enter in his diaper. Now 
I felt better. My big brother was in one. "Hi," he said rather 
embarrassedly. "Neat-oh!" Tom responded, and kept jumping. As long as JR 
did something I could do it too. I took the sheet off and sat there in 
my fully exposed. JR sat down too.

Next we heard a high-pitched whine, "NO! I don't want to wear a diaper." 
We all giggled because we knew it was Billy. He said it so loud I bet 
half the trailer park heard him too. But soon he entered, in tears. By 
now, and with his brother crying, I'm sure Kenny knew what he was in 
for. He soon came in the room, a little red-faced, wearing a real big 
diaper. "You too," was all Kenny said.

"OK, guys, back to the living room," said Bob. There he let us put our 
t-shirts back on. "Uncle Bob, how did you know?" asked Kenny. "Know 
what?" "That we wear these," finished Kenny, pointing to the diapers but 
not wanting to say the word. "Yeah," Tom butted in. "Heck, I knew you 
guys wet the bed and wore diapers all along. And when your Dads asked me 
about watching you guys while your parents were on the cruise they 
reminded me about it, just in case. "What about them?" Billy asked, 
pointing at me and JR. "They have been sleeping over here in diapers for 
quite a while," Bob said. "In fact I got the idea to put them in diapers 
from you guys! One night I was over at Tom's house with your parents. 
Tom's parents were taking about it having to find bigger diapers for him 
and I figured that's what I would do with Greg and JR. Tom turned red. 
My mouth fell open. I couldn't believe it. Tom had just screwed me a 
second time. It was his fault we were in diapers!

GREG'S STORY PART 9

The next morning I woke up wet again. I think everyone else did, too 
because, as I remember, there was a pretty big pile of wet diapers in 
the bathroom by the time we were all dressed. After breakfast we all 
loaded into Bob's car to go check more of his plant test sites. We spent 
most of the morning running around another forest near a park on the 
other side of town. At one point Billy had to pee. This wasn't anything 
new. Every time we got to an outhouse we all ended up peeing. But this 
time Billy needed to go and there was no outhouse. "So just pee on that 
tree," Bob said when Billy asked. "No, I can't pee outside, Uncle Bob," 
said Billy. JR and me just looked at each other; we couldn't believe it. 
We had been peeing outside almost as long as we had been wetting our 
beds (which was forever).

"Sure you can. Just go over there behind the tree and pee," said Bob 
again. "I'm not supposed to pull down my pants outside. Daddy said 
that's bad!" said Billy. "Sure you can here in the woods," we all told 
him. "Hey, Billy, just pretend you are that statue in my Mom's garden. 
You know, the little boy peeing," said Tom. Again me and JR just looked 
at each other. These kids were definitely weird! And then just to show 
Billy what he meant Tom pulled down his pants and underpants in the 
middle of the path, aimed his dick in the air and started peeing. "See, 
Billy and Uncle Bob, just like the statue!" We all started laughing at 
Tom. Bob just shook his head. Finally Billy did go behind a tree to pee. 
After that what could you do?

"You guys can't hold your pee very long," said Bob. "Sure we can," we 
all said back. "You can not. We have been out here only four hours and 
everyone one of you has peed five or six times." That started an 
argument in the group about how long we could each hold it. After lunch 
the argument continued and we tried to see who could hold it longer than 
the rest. Bob told us all to be quite because he had to finish 
collecting the data on his plant plots. By this time we were pretty 
excited about who could hold their pee longer and Kenny bet everyone 
else five dollars he could hold his pee longer than anyone else. Before 
long and we started fighting over the bet claiming everybody else 
cheated. By this time Bob was getting ticked off. "OK, you guys want to 
have a contest to see who can hold it the longest. Fine. If you all will 
be quiet for the trip home I'll set up a fair contest tomorrow to find 
out who can hold it longer. Is that OK with everyone? Good! Now SHUT 
UP!" We rode home in almost dead silence.

The next day we drove out to one of my favorite places in the Forest 
that was about an hour from home. Bob had taken JR and me there many 
times. We had even camped there in the middle of the woods near a real 
waterfall. Of course Bob had more plots here; he had them everywhere it 
seemed. When we got out of the car he told each of us to pee so we would 
all start fair. Even Billy peed without a problem. Then he told us the 
rules. As far as I was concerned the most important one was what we 
would win. The first to pee only got $2, the second got $3, the third 
$5, the fourth got $10, the last and winner got $15. We all agreed not 
to cheat or nobody would get anything and we also agreed this was our 
idea, not Bob's. "OK, guys, are you still sure you want to do this?" 
Everybody said, "Yes!" "Fine, now to make sure nobody cheats each of you 
come here." I was the closest to Bob, and was getting impatient, so was 
the first in front of him as he pulled a bag out of the trunk of the 
car. Out of the bag he pulled a heavy duty stapler that looked sort of 
like pliers. I had not seen a stapler like that before, but recently 
while in the hardware store I did see one with the staple guns. "Hold 
still," he said. He pulled my zipper up (when I was a kid it was usually 
more down than it was up), he slid the stapler over the waist band of my 
jeans and stapled my fly shut with about four staples. He then stapled 
around the snap of my jeans and made sure they couldn't slip down. Back 
then we all wore our jeans tight, so this was pretty easy to do. He then 
did the same to everyone else's jeans. "OK, now you guys can't cheat. 
Here, take these and drink 'em. It will help with the contest." Bob 
handed each of us a can of Coke. Pop was still a treat for us so we 
didn't even think about what would happen after drinking the Coke.

After that Bob got some other stuff from the car, handed it out to each 
of us to carry, and off we went, just like the other days. Every ten 
minutes or so Bob would stop at one of his plots and take measurements 
of the plants and we would goof around. "I'm going to win the 15 bucks," 
Kenny taunted us, "And you guys will all be wet." "No! I'm going to 
win." "No I AM!" And so it went for a while; each of us 'knowing' we 
were going to get the BIG money. After a while we quieted down. I don't 
remember if it was because we were looking at stuff or because the first 
twinge told us we were beginning to fill up. I think I remember JR was 
the first I noticed in trouble. Every time we stopped has he holding his 
dick. "Hey JR, you got to pee?" I asked. "No," he said, and put his hand 
down. But soon he was holding it again, even when he was walking. It 
wasn't long before I could feel a rapidly filling bladder, too.

Finally JR admitted it. He stopped in the trail and said, "I gotta pee!" 
We turned around to see him standing there, his hand clamped on his 
crotch and a big wet mark running down one leg. It didn't take long to 
finish. "Shit!" was all he said. We all teased him about drinking too 
much orange juice at breakfast. Bob handed him the two dollars. And we 
started walking. Billy was the next one. When he had to go he wanted to 
quit the game. We all told him "NO! If anyone quits, the game was over 
and then nobody would get the money." He almost started to cry when he 
wet his pants. Bob handed him his three dollars. It was a while before 
the next wetting, and I was it. I walked around holding my dick, and 
then would sneak out a little pee, not enough to show, and then clamp 
down again. I thought if I could do that long enough nobody would notice 
and I would win; but no luck. After a while I was in such pain I just 
yelled, "I give up!" and peed like crazy. I ended up with pee running 
down both legs and out the bottom of my pant legs making a puddle on the 
ground. "Neat-O, " was Tom's reaction as he splashed his foot in it. 
Yuck! Bob gave me the five bucks and went back to measuring another 
plot.

Now it was up to Tom and Kenny, and both were obviously working hard to 
stay dry. They were both walking slowly with their legs together and 
holding their dicks. Finally Tom said, "I don't care. Watch this." And 
as he started to pee he held a stick through his legs from behind and 
some of the pee ran down it and dripped on the ground. But it didn't 
make much difference. By the time he was done he was really soaked.

"I win!" yelled Kenny. I think he would have jumped up and down except 
he was holding on too tight. "OK, Uncle Bob, take these staples out. I 
gotta pee BAD!" "Sorry Kenny, no can do. The winner is the last to wet, 
not the one who stays dry," said Bob. "What? I thought…" started Kenny. 
"You thought wrong. Remember the rules. I said the last to wet gets the 
$15," Bob told him. All four of us laughed and started teasing him 
saying, "Kenny has to wet his pants, Kenny has to wet his pants, Kenny 
has to wet his pants…" But it was a while before he finally gave in. I 
think he was embarrassed to stand there and wet him pants in front of 
us. Finally Kenny stopped and sat on a big rock. "I'm going to sit here 
and hold it," said Kenny, "I can hold it better sitting down." But as he 
said it pee started running down the rock. After the waterfall stopped 
Kenny got up and his entire butt and back of his legs were dripping wet. 
But we all had done it so it was only fair that he was wet, too. Bob 
gave Tom the ten bucks and Kenny the fifteen.

After a little while I needed to pee again. "Hey, Bob, take these 
staples out, I need to pee again." "OK. Hey Tom, where's that tool kit I 
handed you?" asked Bob. "Ahhhh, I put it in the car, Uncle Bob," Tom 
replied. "Well, thats too bad, because the needle nose pliers that I 
need to remove those staple were in it!" Shit! Tom had screwed me again! 
"I guess you guys will just have to hold it the rest of the day", Bob 
said. Well you know we didn't. I think I wet my pants twice more. I 
don't know who else peed or how many more times they did, except for 
Tom, who would always announce it with, "I don't care, watch this," and 
then try some trick with his peeing.

GREG'S STORY PART 10

When we finally got back to the car that afternoon I had to pee again. 
Bob unlocked the car and there was the little tool kit Tom had left in 
the car. As Bob removed the heavy-duty staples from our pants we each 
peed like we had never peed before. "OK guys, take off all your wet 
clothes," he said. Again Billy said he couldn't take his clothes off 
outside. "Well, you're not getting into my car in wet pants, and besides 
nobody can see you with all the bushes around. Here, once your clothes 
are off your can dry yourselves with this towel," Bob said.

After we dried off Bob put all our wet clothes in a plastic garbage bag, 
and pulled two new packages of underpants and five colored tee shirts 
out of another bag he had in the back of the car. "Here, the larger size 
underpants are for Kenny and JR. The smaller size is for you guys," he 
said to Billy, Tom, and me. "The tee shirts are all the same size." 
"Where are our pants?" Kenny asked. "Sorry guys," Bob responded. "All 
your clothes were drying, dirty, or in the washer. That is why I got 
these for you. You will just have to ride home in your underwear." Again 
Billy seemed the unhappiest about this, but Tom said, "I don't care, I 
wear only my underwear a lot at home." We loaded all the stuff in the 
car, got in, and headed for home.

We hadn't had anything to drink or eat for quite a while so Bob stopped 
at a little county store in the middle of nowhere to get some drinks and 
snacks. After he asked us what we wanted he went in to get the stuff. As 
soon as he was inside Tom changed his mind. "I'm going in to get 
pretzels too; anyone else coming with me?" "Not me, I'm not getting out 
of the car in only my underwear," I said and everyone else agreed. But 
Tom said, "I don't care. Besides I can pull my tee shirt down and nobody 
will know I don't have pants on." "Well we can't," said Kenny and JR. 
They were bigger and their tee shirts only came down a little way over 
their briefs. "And we don't want to," said Billy and me."

"Fine. I'll go by myself," and Tom got out of the car and headed for the 
store. Even with him holding his tee shirt down we could see his 
underpants as he walked. I bet Bob was surprised to see Tom come into 
the store. But when they came out they were both laughing and Tom was 
eating a bag of pretzels. With both hands busy there was no way he could 
hold down his tee shirt and anyone could see his underpants. They told 
us they were laughing because when they got to the cash register the 
owner told Tom he should have shoes on in the store. Tom pulled up his 
shirt and said, "What about pants?" Bob laughed at that and the owner 
just shook his head and told Tom to get out. We laughed about it all the 
way home.

Which was good because when we got home we realized we would all have to 
get out of the car and all our neighbors would see us. As soon as we 
opened the car doors we ran for the house but the door was locked. And 
because we didn't help unload the car, Bob took a long time to get to 
the front door. So anyone who was around saw us in our underwear. Bob 
thought it was funny. Tom, of course, didn't care. But the rest of us 
were really embarrassed.

GREG'S STORY PART 11

We got back in the house and changed out of the underwear we rode home 
in, taking showers in turn. The only thing clean and dry at home was 
more underwear, so that is what we ended up wearing the rest of the day 
and evening. There was no point in playing the card game to see who 
would get ready for bed since all we were wearing was underpants. So Bob 
just started putting us in diapers starting with Billy and working up in 
age. We didn't even fight it; we were so tired we just went right into 
our sleeping bags after getting changed.

Mom got home some time later that night so that was the last night JR 
and me stayed over at Bob's. That was sooner than we thought she would 
get home. We wanted to stay until Kenny, Billy, and Tom had to leave, 
but Mom was so depressed after leaving my sister, Cathy, at the group 
home Bob thought it was best if we went home to keep Mom company. They 
stayed with Bob for almost another week, and we got to play with them 
during the day. But we went home to sleep.

After a few months it was clear Cathy was going to be gone for a long 
time and Mom needed to get some kind of job. The hospital would not hire 
her back and there weren't many jobs in the area. The few jobs she did 
interview for asked for references and the hospital didn't give her a 
very good recommendation because of Cathy calling all time. That fall, 
just before school stared, one of Mom's uncles who drove a truck 
suggested she try driving. She resisted for a long time because she 
would be away from home a lot but the pay was good and she didn't have 
anything else to do. She was able to get into the truck driver's school 
near us because of her uncle's recommendation, so for those six weeks 
she was around at night. We thought it was real cool to have a truck 
driver for a Mom. But it soon sank in that she was going to be gone for 
two weeks at a time and that we could not live at home alone. JR wanted 
to live with Grandma and Grandpa on the farm in Kentucky, but I didn't 
like them or the farm. I wanted to stay with Bob. I convinced Mom that 
Bob's would be the best place for me to stay. That way when she came 
home she could see me rather than an empty trailer. And I was sure Bob 
would say "yes".

When I went over to Bob's trailer to ask I was really disappointed when 
instead of saying "yes" he started asking a lot of dumb questions about 
food and money and how long this be for and stuff like that. After 
talking to Mom about it he finally he said he would think about it for a 
few days. I was real scared he would say "no" and I would end up on the 
dumb farm with my brother. A few days later I went over to find out what 
Bob decided.

"So, can I stay with you?" I asked as soon at Bob answered the door.

"How badly do you want to stay here?" he asked. He knew I had my heart 
set on it. I told him, "I'd do anything to stay here!!" He went though a 
bunch of chores I would have to do and all the other rules. I agreed to 
all of them. Then he asked, "How much are you wetting?" I told him that 
since school had started I was down to two nights a week, sometimes 
less, and some weeks not wet at all! "That is still a lot of wet 
sheets."

I suggested we could do what we did before. "If I wet I'll wear a diaper 
the next night, but as long as I was dry I wouldn't have to wear one." 
That really wasn't how it was: really the deal when JR and me started 
sleeping over at Bob's was that I would wear a diaper for three nights 
after being wet, but I really didn't want to wear a diaper since I was 
wetting less and I really wanted to stay with Bob.

"I don't want to be changing wet sheets all the time. If you want to 
stay here here's the deal, you will wear a diaper every night. That way 
I know I won't have to wash your wet sheets." I couldn't believe it, 
"Every night? Even if I don't wet?" "Yep," Bob said, "Every night. If 
you don't wet for six months we can think about you not wearing them, 
but until then if you want to stay here you'll be in diapers. You said 
you would do anything to stay here. That's what you have to do." I had 
not choice. I wanted to stay with Bob because he was great. And the only 
other place would be the farm (yuck) so I said "yes."

Within two weeks we had move my bed and clothes over to Bob's, JR was 
with Grandma and Grandpa, Mom was on her first training run to 
California with an experienced driver, and I was back sleeping in 
diapers every night.

GREG'S STORY PART 12

About a week before school started a new family moved into one of the 
empty trailers down the row from us. They had two kids. A girl a few 
years younger than me (I can't remember her name), and a boy one year 
younger than me named Steve. We got to be good friends really fast. A 
Friday evening, about two weeks after they moved in, but while there 
were boxes everywhere in their trailer and even outside, he said that he 
would like to have me to a sleepover sometime. But his Mom said not 
until they were done moving in. Without even thinking I said, "You could 
sleep over at Bob's house with me tonight." His Mom agreed if it was all 
right with Bob. And I went to ask Bob.

"Can Steve sleep over tonight?" I asked. "His house is still too messy 
to have a sleepover there." Bob said sure immediately, and I was almost 
out the door when I thought about the diapers. I was so used to wearing 
them at night now that I hardly even thought about them. "Ahhh, Bob, can 
I ask something else?" "What?" he asked. "Ahhhh, hmmm. Steve doesn't 
know about my wetting and wearing…you know. Do I have to wear them 
tonight?"

"What happens if you wet without wearing the diapers?" I didn't answer. 
Bob continued, "Since you are wearing them every night now I can't just 
add more diaper-wearing nights. What will you do to make up for wetting 
the sleeping bag and couch?" "Well, I won't be wet, so there won't be a 
problem." I said. "Yeah, right! You have been wet most nights this week. 
What makes you think tonight will be different?" Bob responded. (He was 
right; since school started I had been wetting almost every night 
again.) I just shrugged my shoulders. After some thinking he said, "I 
know. We are going to the Botanical Garden again for me to work on my 
research tomorrow and coming home on Sunday. And every time we go there 
we end up stopping a whole bunch of times for you to pee and end up 
wasting lots of time on the road and at the Garden. You can have your 
sleepover here without a diaper, but if you wet tonight while not 
wearing your diaper you will have to wear diapers all weekend!
. No potty stops on the trip or at the Garden unless I have to pee too." 
SHIT! Talk about stuck! All I could say was "But…" "Take it or leave it. 
That is my only offer," said Bob. I took it.

Steve came over after dinner. He liked Bob's birds, so we goofed around 
playing and talking with them until bedtime. When Bob brought out a 
sleeping bag for me and Steve started to unroll his sleeping bag, Steve 
asked, "Hey, Greg, what do you wear to bed?" I thought about the 
diapers, and panicked and looked at Bob. I expected him to say, 
"diapers" but he didn't say a thing. He just let me answer. "Oh, ah, I, 
ah, wear, ah, just underwear to bed." "Cool," said Steve, "me too." And 
he pulled down his pants exposing red briefs. Steve didn't seem to mind 
Bob and me were still completely dressed, and within seconds he was 
standing there in only his underpants. I undressed more slowly, still 
worried about diapers showing up, but soon was only in my regular white 
underpants. Then Steve asked, "We always have a bedtime snack at my 
house after we are ready for bed. Do you too?"

We didn't, but Bob said he had some apples and cereal we could have. 
"No, like cookies and pop, or ice cream, or hot chocolate," Steve said. 
Bob looked around the frig. "I have a little ice cream and an open 
bottle of Coke, but that's it." "Cool, you can make an ice cream float 
and Greg and me can share it!" I agreed excitedly, not thinking about 
anything except how great this sleepover was turning out. The float was 
good and we soon went to bed. We had a long busy day and we went to 
sleep almost immediately.

In the morning I woke up and knew I was in deep trouble. My underwear 
was soaked, the sleeping bag was wet, and even the couch was wet. As I 
heard Bob coming down the hall I quickly pulled off my underpants, 
putting them in the sleeping bag, rolling up the bag, and using it to 
cover the wet spot on the couch. Bob came in the living room, shook 
Steve awake and then sat on the couch I was on. "How did everyone 
sleep?" he asked. We both said, "Fine!" "Greg, where's your underwear?" 
Bob asked. Sitting there naked I couldn't say much except "in the 
sleeping bag." While Steve watched, not understanding what was going on, 
Bob pulled them out and announced, "Well, Greg, they're pretty wet. You 
better go rise off." Steve asked, "He wet the bed???" And Bob, always 
being helpful said, "Yep, Steve, he did." I could hear Steve say, "Wow!" 
as I walked down the hall to the bathroom, my head hanging. Stupid coke 
float; I would have been OK if Steve hadn't asked for that.

When I got back to the living room Steve was gone and Bob was waiting 
for me with a diaper. "Here, put this on," said Bob. I gasped. "Did 
Steve see the diaper?" I was really scared now. "Don't worry, no, he 
didn't. And I told him not to tell anyone about the wetting and that he 
better not tease you about it either. He said he wouldn't. I'm sure he 
will keep his promise," Bob said, "now you keep yours and put this 
diaper on. We have to go." It felt funny to have a big fat diaper on 
under my jeans. I'm sure if anyone saw me they could tell I was wearing 
one.

Within 15 minutes were we on the highway eating breakfast in the car, 
but I still wasn't too happy about wearing diapers during the day under 
my clothes. And I still hoped Bob wasn't serious about me wearing them 
and using them all weekend. Around an hour later the orange juice and 
milk had worked their way through and I needed to pee. Up ahead I saw a 
rest stop sign and asked Bob to stop. "Sorry, Greg, that's the deal. No 
stopping until I need to. Just use your diapers." I held it as long as I 
could and then finally had to pee. Just like in the woods, I had to go 
now no matter what. Actually it didn't feel bad. It was a lot better 
than wet pants because it stayed warm and didn't run down your legs. 
After a while on the trip I sort of got used to peeing in the diaper.

For the next few days after we got home from the weekend trip I avoided 
Steve because I was worried about what he would say, especially if we 
were at school with somebody nearby. But Friday evening he came over and 
we played catch without him even mentioning my wetting. He was a real 
cool friend!

Sometime the next week Bob came home all excited. He had won two tickets 
to Six Flags amusement park in a botany lab's lottery at the University, 
and he was going to take me there that weekend. The place was pretty 
expensive so neither of us had ever gone before. "In the fall after 
school started they are only open on weekends so they will be really 
crowded," Bob said. "We may have to wait in lines for a long time. I 
think you better wear a diaper so we don't end up in the john all the 
time." I said, "No, if you make me I won't go! I don't want all those 
people seeing me in diapers!" Bob gave in, "OK, have it your way, but I 
warned you."

Of course I never listened to warnings. He was right. The place was 
packed, and we ended up waiting in long lines for every ride. Right 
before lunch we were waiting in a real long line for their newest roller 
coaster that I HAD to ride on, and I had to pee. Bob said, "that's OK we 
can find the john now, then have lunch, and try again after lunch to get 
on the roller coaster." After lunch the line was even longer so we went 
and did other rides for a while and then finally came back to the roller 
coaster when it was getting late. We were nearly to the front of the 
line after waiting almost an hour and I had to pee really bad again. Bob 
said, "If we leave the line now it will be too late to ride it after 
another wait in line. You will have to hold it." "I can't!" I told him. 
"Then you have a choice," Bob said. "The bathroom or the roller 
coaster." I knew I would never be back here again, and as I said "roller 
coaster" I just let go and pee soaked my front, my butt, and ran down 
both pant legs. The two girls behind us in line giggled and their little 
brother announced in a very loud voice, "Look, Mommy, that boy wet his 
pants!" And it only made me feel a little better when the guy running 
the ride looked at my pants as we got into a car and said, "You're the 
second pair of wet pants today." After the ride was over it was time to 
go home. When we got back to his car to go home Bob made me take my wet 
pants off before I got in the car. I was afraid he would make me put on 
a diaper in the parking lot it front of a bunch of people. But he only 
had underpants for me to put on.

It was late when we got home. I figured since it was dark no one would 
see me when I got out of the car. But the next day when I saw Steve he 
said he saw us come home. He was so excited about Six Flags and wanted 
to find out about it he couldn't sleep. "So why were you only in 
underpants when you were in the car?" he asked. I didn't say anything 
and just shrugged my shoulders. "Ah, come on. Why?" I still didn't 
answer, and Steve persisted, "I bet I know why. You fell asleep in the 
car and peed you pants. Right?" All I said was, "Yeah, I wet them." I 
didn't want to admit I was awake when it happened. I stood there waiting 
for the teasing to start, but instead all Steve said was, "That's OK. 
Let's play catch!" That was the last he said of it.

I think it was two or three weeks later when Bob said to me, "Hey, 
Steve's mother came over and asked me if Steve could spend the night 
here. His sister is having some friends over and they don't want any 
boys at their party. I told her yes. I just wanted to warn you because 
you ARE going to wear a diaper tonight. No argument!" I started to say 
something but Bob stopped me, "No argument! Either you can tell him you 
wear diapers to bed, or I can tell him, or we just put one on you 
without telling him. But anyway we do it you are wearing a diaper 
tonight to bed!" I was pretty close to tears, or maybe I was crying. I 
just remember I felt awful.

Like last time, Steve came over after dinner. I didn't feel like playing 
with the birds, or video games (all I could think about was Steve seeing 
me in a diaper), so we just sat and watched some dumb TV show. When it 
was about time for bed Bob came over to me and whispered, "Are you going 
to tell him or should I?" I just sat there and pouted. So Bob turned and 
said, "Steve, you remember last time you stayed over night?" "Yeah we 
had a coke float," he answered. "Well, I meant other than the float; in 
the morning. Greg..."

Steve finished the sentence, "...wet his bed. Is that what you mean?" 
Bob continued, "Yeah, he wet. But usually the bed doesn't get wet 
because he doesn't wear underwear to bed. He wears something else." 
Steve cut in again, "Oh, you mean he is like my cousin?" Steve turned to 
me. "You wear a diaper to bed like my cousin Troy? He is two years older 
then me too, but he wets every night." I couldn't believe it. My brother 
and me weren't the only ones who had to wear diapers to bed. I was still 
mad about having to wear one in front of Steve, but now I wasn't scared 
to. "Yeah, just like your cousin Troy," Bob said as he got out the 
diapers.

As Bob was putting the diaper on me Steve said, "Can you guys keep a 
secret?" After we both said we could Steve very shyly said, "You sure 
you won't tell Mom?" We nodded. "You really promise?" We promised. "OK. 
If you're really, really, really sure! Sometimes when I stay over at 
Troy's house I wear one of his diapers so we can be the same." I just 
stood there with my mouth open! Then Bob said, "Well, if you really want 
to you can wear one here too." Steve grinned, "Cool. Yeah, if you really 
won't tell!" As soon as Bob was done with me he diapered Troy. I 
couldn't believe it! No wonder he didn't tease me about the wetting or 
the diapers. He didn't care. And thinking back on it, I think he 
secretly wished he was a bed wetter too because for the next year or so 
whenever we had a sleepover at Bob we both wore diapers.

GREG'S STORY PART 13

It was getting pretty close to the end of the semester for Bob. He had a 
lot of tests and a bunch of research papers were due. So for the next 
few weeks I was mostly on my own in the evenings. Bob would come home 
late, find me asleep on the couch, get me ready for bed, and we'd go to 
bed. About 4:00 in the afternoon or so on the last Friday of 'finals' 
Bob called and said he was done with his last test and he would be going 
out partying with some of his friends, he would be very late getting 
home, and that I should get ready for bed myself (including the diaper). 
I promised him I would. I watched a stupid TV movie until around 
midnight, got ready for bed, but I fell asleep on the couch.

It was around 5:00 the next morning when I woke up to a really bad 
thunderstorm. I wasn't scared of storms, but the wind from this one was 
really rocking the trailer and the thunder and lightning seemed like 
they were in the room with me. I ran into Bob's bedroom and turned on 
the light. He was lying on his back in bed with all his clothes on. The 
room smelled like really bad beer. I tried to wake him up, but he just 
mumbled something. I shook his arm again and told him, "Wake up! I'm 
scared! The storm!" He only partly woke up. He was still really drunk 
and didn't open his eyes. He just said, "I'm sorry Mom. I'm really 
sorry. I didn't mean to wet the bed again." WHAT DID HE SAY? I forgot 
about the storm for a minute and looked at his jeans; they were soaked! 
I couldn't believe it! "You peed the bed!" I yelled at Bob above the 
noise of the storm. But he was asleep again. There was a loud clap of 
thunder and I jumped into bed with Bob.

About an hour later the storm was over and it was beginning to get light 
out. I shook Bob's arm to wake him up and said what he usually said to 
me, "You're wet! Go pee and rinse off." He was still so drunk he could 
hardly talk. All he said was, "I need to pee" in a real slurred voice. I 
had never seen anyone so drunk. And he just lay there. He did this a few 
more times and I tried to get him to move, but I couldn't. Finally he 
just said, "Fuck it!" and he started to pee in his pants again. Before 
he finished there was a pool of pee around his butt. After he was done 
peeing he just fell back asleep! I couldn't believe it! I gave up. I 
changed out of my wet diapers into clothes, had breakfast, and watched 
TV all morning waiting for Bob to get up.

Around lunchtime Bob finally got up and staggered in to he living room 
still in his wet clothes. "You wet your bed," I teased. "Yeah, so fuck 
it!" Bob said. I thought he was still drunk because he only used the F 
word when he had been drinking. (Later I figured out he was just hung 
over and he also said that during hangovers.) "Yeah, but you peed your 
bed a lot and even when you were awake," I said. He was so hung over he 
let his guard down and admitted to me for the first time, "Yeah, so 
what? I always wet when I was little and I still pee the bed when I 
drink; even a few beers. Who cares?" He took me back to his bedroom and 
peeled the wet sheet off the bed, exposing a heavy-duty plastic sheet 
that zipped around the mattress. I couldn't believe it! Looking back at 
this now, that is when things started to make a lot more sense about 
Bob. Now I knew why he didn't mind us sleeping over even when we wet. 
Why he knew about diapers. Why his nephews wet; it ran in his family, 
just like in mine. And I knew why he was in different sweats or 
underwear in the morning than what he wore to bed; he had wet them. Bob 
was a bed wetter, too!!!

That evening when Bob said it was time to get ready for bed. I said, "No 
diaper. Not unless you wear one, too." Bob said, "I don't wet that much. 
I don't pee the bed except when I drink." "So? If you don't wear one, I 
don't either," I said back. Bob still had a pretty big headache so he 
didn't argue. I went to bed wearing only underpants for the first time 
in many months. And believe it or not, I couldn't sleep. I finally 
wrapped my blanket around my butt so I would be comfortable and went to 
sleep. In the morning the blanket was soaked and Bob was ticked off. He 
had all his stuff still to wash plus mine. He was so mad he actually 
went out and bought BIG diapers. But, he told me he would only wear them 
when he drank beer. I said, "I'm only going to wear them when you do." 
"Then you are going to sleep in a stinky room because I'm not washing 
your sheets every day." That night I didn't wear diapers either. Again I 
couldn't fall asleep for a long time and the next morning my bed was 
wet.

The next night Bob had a couple of beers as we watched TV. Right before 
the movie was over he went in the bedroom and got ready for bed. When he 
came back to watch the end of the movie I could see he had a diaper on 
under his sweats, and he had a diaper in hand for me. "Your turn," he 
said. I let him put the diaper on me without saying a thing. For the 
first time in three nights I fell right to sleep. In the morning the bed 
was nice and dry (the diaper was soaked). The next few nights Bob had 
beers until he ran out and we each wore diapers to bed. And every night 
I slept really well.

With no beer in the house the next evening Bob didn't have anything to 
drink. He didn't put on a diaper and didn't bring me one, either. We 
went to bed after the news and even though I was tired I couldn't get to 
sleep. After what seemed like forever I went into Bob's room and said, 
"I can't sleep. Will you put a diaper on me?" "What?, I thought you 
didn't want to wear one!" Bob said. "I guess I feel better with one on," 
I admitted sheepishly. After he diapered me I went back to bed and right 
to sleep. In the morning Bob came in and sat on my bed. "Bed dry?" he 
asked. I nodded. "Diaper wet?" I nodded again. Then I asked Bob 
something I didn't think I would ever ask, "Can I wear a diaper every 
night?" He grinned, nodded and asked, "What about during the day?" I 
know now, that was when I realized I really liked wearing them because I 
didn't say, "NO!" Instead I said, "On car trips and maybe other times. 
Is that OK, Bob?" Bob answered, "Sure."

For the next two and a half years I wore diapers every night. Even when 
Mom came home and I slept at our house instead of Bob's. I ended up 
wearing them most weekends and on trips during the week when I wasn't in 
school, too. Bob finally graduated from the University and Mom got tired 
of driving a truck. Bob got a job out west somewhere and Mom and me 
ended up moving in with my grandparents and my brother. They wouldn't 
let me wear diapers, but by then the wetting had slowed down a lot. 
Thinking back, those years with Bob were the best. Now I'm grown up and 
on my own, and when I get really depressed I have a bunch of beers, 
think about the time I spent with Bob, and wake up in a wet bed.

GREG'S STORY PART 14 (EPILOG)

A year ago last summer I went to southern Florida to visit my crazy 
sister. She is less crazy now, married, and has four kids. The oldest, 
Alan, who I had not seen since he was a baby was now 7 years old. His 
brothers I had never seen. The night I got there the kids were playing 
in the house. When Alan bent over to pick up a toy I saw the 
unmistakable outline of a diaper under his short pants! COOL! The second 
oldest, Sam (5 years old), was not wearing one. The youngest two were in 
diapers, but they were only 2 1/2 (Roger) and 1 (Chris) years old. The 
kids went to bed after meeting me so I couldn't check out the diaper 
situation that night.

When I got up the next morning Alan wasn't wearing a diaper, so I 
thought I had dreamed it. They played outside most of the day and got 
pretty dirty. When their dad came home from work he told them it was 
time to get washed up for dinner. I went inside in hopes to see a 
diaper. When they didn't follow me in I went to the window to see what 
was up. I was surprised when I looked out the window to the carport to 
see Alan, Sam, and Roger stripping and their dad hosing them down out 
there. I found out later that was how they gave the kids baths during 
the summer. Alan came in first, went to the kids bedroom and appeared 
with a diaper! COOL AGAIN!

"Would you help me put this on?" he asked.

"You wear diapers?"

"This is a pull up, not a diaper," he informed me. "Yeah, I wet the 
bed."

I thought this was so COOL! My sister had teased and picked on my 
brother and me for so long when we were kids and now she had her own 
very own bedwetter!!!

I had to find out about the diaper he was wearing when I got there, and 
I had to hurry since my brother-in-law was finishing up washing Sam and 
Roger.

"Hey, Alan? Do you only wet the bed? I thought you were wearing a diaper 
yesterday when I arrived," I asked.

"Oh, yeah, sometimes I forget and wet my pants," Alan answered. "If I do 
mommy puts me in a pull up or diaper for the rest of the day." WOW!!! I 
couldn't believe it. But the rest of the family was coming in so I 
stopped the conversation. I didn't want to my sister to know about the 
discussion. The kids went into the bedroom with my sister and put on 
their PJs. When they came out Sam was the only kid one not wearing a 
diaper. That night all I did was dream about the old days with Bob in 
his trailer.

The next day I took Alan, Sam, and Roger for a walk while my sister went 
shopping with Chris. (I would handle little kids, but not babies.) While 
we were on our walk all of a sudden Sam announced, "Alan wet his pants!" 
I turned around and Alan was standing there with sort of a smirk on his 
face and a big wet spot on his pants.

"I couldn't hold it," he said.

"He always says that," Sam said to me.

"Well, we are on a way home anyway," I said.

When we got home my sister was already back. When she saw Alan she said, 
"Again? Come on I bought more diapers for you. But I think we are out of 
dry shorts."

She took his hand and they went into the bedroom. When they came back 
Alan was in a diaper and tee shirt. They were out of dry shorts for him. 
Sam and Roger were outside playing and my sister went to lie down. So I 
stayed in the living room with Alan and watched little Chris.

"See? These are diapers, not like those pull ups," Alan said.

"Oh, yeah," I responded. "Ah, Alan, you seem to like them?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Do you like wearing diapers?"

He sort of mumbled something while looking at the floor.

"You can tell me; I won't tell anybody," I said.

He looked up with an expression of surprise and said, "You promise?"

I nodded and said, " Yep. Cross my heart! You tell me your secret and I 
will tell you mine."

"I wet my bed every night. I can't help it," he said.

"What about your pants?"

"I wet my pants so mommy will make me wear diapers," he admitted very 
softly. "You won't tell mommy, please."

"No, I won't tell. Cross my heart. Want to hear my secret?" I asked.
"Yeah!"

"When I was your age I wet my bed too."

His eyes got really big. "Really?"

"Yep. And if you promise me one thing I'll tell you another secret."
He nodded.

"Promise me you will keep wetting so you can wear diapers. Can you 
promise me that?"

"Sure! That's easy. I promise," Alan said. "What is your secret?"

"I wore diapers too; even when I was a big kid. So you can wear them 
too!"

His eyes got really big again, "Really, Uncle Greg?"

"Yep. Really! And one more thing, don't tell your parents, but if you 
promise to tell your brothers how much fun wearing diapers is, I'll tell 
you one more secret."

"Sure, I'll tell them every night."

"Good, my last secret is that sometimes is still wet my bed."

He couldn't handle it. He started giggling, "You do?"

"Yep. Now you won't tell mommy, will you. Just like I won't tell her 
your secret. Right?"

He nodded.
"And you will tell your brothers that it is fun to wear a diaper, 
right?"

He nodded, and asked, "You really wet your bed sometimes?"
"Yep," I said. I looked down at his diaper and the pattern was 
disappearing on them. "You're wet!"

He looked down at the diaper and imitated me, "Yep." A kid just like me, 
I thought. COOL!

A few weeks ago my sister called me about other family news. During the 
call I asked how the kids were doing and sort of hinted about the 
wetting, not wanting to ask right out. She made this heavy sigh and said 
that Sam has started wetting the bed, and Roger still isn't dry day or 
night.

Alan you are the greatest nephew an uncle ever had!!! I had finally 
gotten revenge for everything my sister had done to my brother and me.

Greg