Name: Matt
Ages: 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16
Current Age: 16

Since I was in 3rd grade, there have been the four friends, Jack, 
Leroy, Danny and myself (Matt). We hung out, played sports, went to 
summer camps. Basically just growing up and having fun. We knew each 
other's families, some secrets about each other, and embarrassing 
things about each other, that we mostly kept to ourselves.

Bedwetting was a subject that was a little too close a subject to talk 
about in the 3rd grade. Not all of us were completely dry at night. 
Danny and myself were the only ones who had to wear diapers and plastic 
pants to bed. Not that we admitted it, but on more than one occasion we 
would be at Danny's house and we would find his wet diaper and pants on 
the floor of his bathroom where he had taken it off from the night 
before. My mom would do the laundry and leave clean laundry on my bed 
for me to put away. My friends would sometimes see the plastic pants on 
my bed and comment on my bedwetting.

Leroy had a plastic sheet on his bed, but claimed that he had not wet 
the bed since he was in kindergarten. He claimed that he never had any 
accidents either. The following year would break his streak, when we 
caught him sitting at his desk in school with his pants wet.

Jack had the iron bladder and never seemed to be desperate to go.

At that age, we would sometimes have pissing games, to see who could 
piss the farthest. We would also dare each other, drink some Cokes, and 
see who could wait the longest before having to go to the bathroom. I 
remember that during those games, there would be more than one time 
when some of us would have damp spots on our pants. They would soon dry 
and we would be off to playing our next game.

In the 3rd grade, I was pissing my pants at night, every night. After 
playing the drinking games with my friends, I remember at those times, 
my mom would complain about me drinking too much Coke. She would put an 
extra diaper on me to keeps leaks from happening. I used to hate that 
because there was no way to conceal that I was wearing a diaper. I got 
in many an embarrassing situation.

By the following year, my nighttime diapers were a thing of the past. I 
only had to deal with a rubber sheet and the occasional wet night that 
still did happen. To my horror, my mom kept the diapers and would make 
me wear them to bed when we went visiting, or for two weeks straight at 
night if I wet two or more times a week. That seemed to happen a lot.

I remember a time in 7th grade at the end of summer. We were all back 
from where ever we went, and were now doing a camp out in Danny's back 
yard. Danny had a swimming pool, and we were all doing a lot of 
swimming that day. It was hot; we were all having a good time and 
drinking a lot of Cokes. It was about midnight and we were all watching 
TV. Danny's mom came in and told us all turn off the TV, brush our 
teeth, and get ready for bed. We didn't have to go to sleep, but get 
ready for bed and outside in the tent.

We had all brought our own sleeping bags for the campout. As far as I 
knew, bedwetting was a thing of the past for all of us (I never told 
about me). We never talked about it. The conversation was video games, 
sports, and girls. We stayed up eating chips, drinking Cokes and 
laughing. Danny opened up another Coke and Leroy said to him, "Danny, I 
wouldn't drink that if I were you." Danny asked why not, and the answer 
came back, "because you will end up wetting your pants even BEFORE you 
go to sleep." It was at this time that the rest of us noticed that 
Danny had a bit more padding on his butt than normal.

Danny was more than pissed. He was madder than I ever saw him. He shot 
back at Leroy, "At least I never wet my pants in school like YOU!"

Jack and myself did what we could to calm the situation down. It took 
awhile, but things were calmed down soon. I then said to Leroy that if 
he drank three Cokes before going to sleep, he would piss the bed, too. 
He said no way. One thing led to another, and we were all finishing our 
third Coke. The rules were we could take one last piss before bed, but 
we could not get out of our sleeping bags till the sun came up, AND, we 
could not leave the tent until everyone exposed the condition of their 
pants.

We all went out for our last piss of the night. I whispered to Danny 
then about my mom making me wear a diaper still when we go to see her 
sister, and that there is a rubber sheet on my bed cause I still wet 
it. I don't think he believed me then, but it made him feel better, and 
he found out latter it was true.

I didn't sleep that well. When everyone was asleep, I broke the rules 
and slipped out and took a piss. No one found out.

Morning came and I was not the first to wake up. I remember having to 
pee, which was a good sign for me. I was sure I would wet, as I was 
wetting one to three times in a week still. I felt all around. NO 
Problem! :-) I was a happy dry camper. I wanted to get up right then 
and pee, but they wouldn't let me. Not everyone was up.

Everyone awoke. Jack said he'd go first. No visible problems with him. 
Leroy was next, and clearly did not want to go through with it. Jack 
gave him some physical encouragement revealing his pajama bottoms 
sticking to his groin and all around his legs and butt. He was almost 
to the point of tears.

I needed to pee NOW. It was past an emergency, so I showed my friends I 
was dry and was going to the bathroom. They would not let me go till we 
checked Danny.

Danny, who had a good sense of humor, even back then. He was laughing 
nervously, showing us the front of his pants and bed. They were dry, 
and he wanted to leave it at that. Jack removed Danny's long t-shirt, 
de-pants his pajama bottoms revealing Danny in only plastic pants and a 
very well padded front and back. Not being enough for Jack, he wrestled 
with Danny till Danny had the plastic pants off. Having to deal with my 
own wet diapers from time to time, I knew this diaper was not just wet; 
it had been drenched a few times. By this time, Jack was wet from 
wrestleing with Danny and getting in contact with the multiple 
drenching of the diaper.

I was leaving the tent to do what I had to do. No luck. They all ganged 
up on me and started to tickle me. The result was a complete near 
draining of my bladder.

Most of us have now gone our separated ways, but remain friends.

There were other stories.

============ Matt

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