JUST DO IT IN YOUR PANTS

Summary: This is a true story about when out family went on a trip to 
the beach, unable to cross the bridge for sometime after a mechanical 
breakdown of the bridge. Both my brother and myself were forced to both 
poop and pee ourselves, but Bradley loved the feeling of being a two 
year old, I wasn't happy about doing it in my pants, being eleven years 
old.

Our family was on our way to the beach in my dad’s ford Fusion. In the 
car was my six-year-old brother Bradley, my mom Katherine, my father 
john and me (Cody), and am twelve. To get to the beach we had to go 
over a swing bridge spanning a big river. As we approached we could see 
in the distance the bridge opening, and like everyone else, we waited 
in the queue to cross. After the ship went through the family thought 
it wouldn’t be long before we was on out way again, but time dragged 
and the bridge remained open minuets became hours and everyone still 
waiting for it to close. As this time passed news traveled from the 
front of the queue to the rear that the motor had broken down.

As we sat there Bradley fidgeted in his booster seat and from time to 
time would hold his crutch, knowing he wanted a wee because I also 
wanted the same and was equally trying to prevent wee or pooping 
myself, but dad put the car in the middle lane and there were cars at 
either side, so getting out and weeing by the car was impracticable as 
we would be seen. Mom could see both her sons were uncomfortable as we 
sat in the back and asked what was wrong, to which I replied that I 
needed the toilet really bad and it looked like Bradley also needed the 
same.

Turning toward us both, she said, “It’s okay, love. You can’t go 
anywhere else. We’ll clean you both up when we get to the next service 
station.”

As I tried not to wet or poop myself my brother didn’t. As I sat there 
beside him then I heard what sounded like running water and realised 
that Bradley had peed himself and was enjoying it; he actually started 
giggling. A second later I heard little farts coming from my brother 
and realised he messed himself as well, as I was trying the utmost not 
to do the same as him.

My parents knew I was retaining my wee and they were constantly saying, 
“It’s okay, Cody, relax.” As it started to get painful now I was 
relaxing my muscles, letting a little squirt of wee into my pants but 
the squirt became a trickle, but now unable to stop. My wee flooded my 
pants and I wet the seat as well making a puddle of wee on the floor. 
At the same time I could feel a log pushing its way out into my pants. 
I finished both pooping and weeing myself. I turned my head towards the 
window and sobbed in shame. Mom had to open the window as the smell in 
the car was bad, but it wasn’t long before the bridge was repaired and 
the traffic moving again, so there was a nice air flow though the car 
which took the smell out.

About another twenty minuets later we reached the service station and 
while dad filled the car mom took both me and my brother into the 
changing room and while she cleaned up Bradley while I clean myself and 
in no time we were both clean dry and ready to continue to the beach. 
Because of the wait for the bridge, dad thought it would be pointless 
to go to the beach and asked the family if they would like to go to the 
pictures or go bowling and everyone unanimously voted to go bowling. 
Upon getting there we stayed for the rest of the afternoon and had fun, 
but again, time caught up with us and it was soon time for us all to go 
home.

On our travels home Bradley thought he could get away with doing the 
same he did earlier that morning. As we traveled, for the second time I 
could hear a whizzing. I leaned forward to see a wet spot getting 
larger in my brother’s blue shorts. I leaned over and whispered to him, 
“You wet your pants again, haven’t you”?

Bradley just looked at me with a big smile on his face but said 
nothing, thinking he can get away with it for the second time, but as 
the windows was closed the smell of urine again started to fill the 
car. My mom asked, “Have you wet yourself again, Bradley Thomas 
Stamper?” My brother stopped smiling as mom only use our full names 
when she was angry.

When we finally got home mom took my brother out of his seat and took 
him inside. In the lounge she took off all his clothes and while he was 
naked she put him over her knee and spanked him ten times before taking 
him for a shower and putting him to bed.

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What diapers do you wear? Cloth Disposable Multiple Underpants I do not wear diapers
Are your diapers plain white? Always Usually Sometimes Rarely Never I do not wear diapers
Do you wear multiple diapers? Always Usually Sometimes Rarely Never I do not wear diapers
Are you pantsless at home while in diapers? Always Usually Sometimes Rarely Never I do not wear diapers
How do you use your diapers? Pee Poop
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