| Title:
| September 2009 Camping Trip
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| Name:
| Charlie M.
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| Email:
| Not shown
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| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| 15
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| Whom Story is About:
| Myself
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| Posting Date:
| 11/01/09
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| Life Periods in Story:
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| Post-toddler |
| | Preteen |
| | Teen |
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| | Adult |
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| Ages in Story:
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| 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18+ |
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| Story Contents:
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| A- Post-toddler (4-8)* | | R- Sisters, other girls* |
| | B- Pre-teen (9-12)* | | S- Babysitters |
| | C- Teen (13-17) | ● | T- Masturbation |
| | D- Adult (18+) | | U- Sexual situations |
| | E- Cloth diapers* | | V- Gay |
| | F- Disposable diapers | ● | W- Erections |
| | G- Pee | ● | X- Bedwetting |
| | H- Poop* | ● | Y- Accidents | ●
| | I- Exposed diapers/pantslessness* | | Z- Punishment/Diaper Discipline | ●
| | J- Multiple diapers* | | 1- Female Domination* |
| | K- Baby paraphernalia | | 2- Enemas |
| | L- Mother | | 3- Restraints |
| | M- Father | | 4- Crying |
| | N- Aunt | | 5- Spanking |
| | O- Uncle | | 6- Humiliation |
| | P- Brothers (diapered) | | 7- Babying | ●
| | Q- Brothers (not diapered) | | 8- Regression |
| | *Denotes Deekerian story elements
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| Summary:
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After having many accidents at camp, I was put into diapers.
I have enjoyed wearing diapers since I was about 12 years old. To this day, no one knows.
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| Deekerian Score (20 is max.)
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3 (15%)
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As a Boy Scout, my troop goes camping once a month for three days.
There are about 20 kids in the troop, and we used the money we got from
fundraisers to purchase an old school bus. The scoutmaster is licensed
to drive it. After about an hour, I felt the need to pee. I was
crossing my legs in an effort not to wet myself. A little while later,
two other boys, one a bit chubby and other sort of short, walked up to
the front of the bus and asked if we could stop to use the bathroom.
The chubby boy was holding his crotch, while the other boy was
squirming a bit standing there. Having to pee badly myself, I spoke up
as well. The scoutmaster agreed to stop at the next rest stop. The
other two boys went back to their seats, and I continued to hold on. A
few minutes later, the chubby kid came back up and asked how long it
would be. This time, he had a wet patch on his scout pants. Seeing the
wet spot on his pants, made it harder for me to hold on. I felt a
little warmth spread in my crotch. About 5 minutes later, we pulled
into the rest area. As I moved to get off the bus, I slipped on the
steps and fell on the ground. It was actually fortunate for me, as I
landed in a puddle of water, which covered up my accident.
Unfortunately, the chubby and short kid had clearly wet their pants. No
one said anything though, and while everyone used the bathroom. The
three of us who wet our pants were allowed to change into dry clothes.
About two hours later, we got to the campsite. After we set up camp, we
went on a hike. During the hike, I had to go again. I was holding
myself when I thought no one was looking. Fortunately, I made it back
to the campsite, but I was unable to go to the bathroom as we had to
start dinner. The urge had gone away for a while, and I thought I would
be fine as I sat down to eat. Unfortunately, the urge came back
stronger than before. I decided to let a little bit out to relieve some
of the pressure, though I ended up accidentally letting more than I
wanted out. By the time I got it back under control, I had a wet spot
about the size of a baseball. I decided that since I was already wet,
I�ll just let the rest of it out. After dinner, we all sat by the fire
to tell ghost stories and stuff like that. My pants had started to dry,
but another kid who was sitting next to me told the scoutmaster that I
smelled like pee. The scoutmaster told me to go change. when the leader
tied our legs he saw I was soaked and smelled pee and told me to go
change.
The next day I did not have any accidents, and I felt good. However, on
the last day, I had a big one. I haven�t pooped in the last few days,
and I could tell that I would need to go today. I didn�t want to go
because I would be gone for a long time, and everyone would know what I
was doing, so I just went to breakfast. Afterwards, we went on another
hike. During the hike, I could feel my breakfast move combine with the
rest of my poop. I had to stop and hold my butt a few times. One of the
other kids asked me what I was doing and I lied and said I had an itch.
After a few more times of stopping, the other kid asked me if I had to
poop. I said that I did. At that moment, my bowels released and I was
pooping myself. The other kid started laughing. I told him not to tell
anyone, and he agreed as he peed a little. When we got back to the
campsite, the leader came around and noticed my butt. I didn�t pee when
I pooped, so I really had to go know. When the scoutmaster approached
me, I got scared and started peeing right there. He took me to the
bathrooms and told me to clean myself and wait for him to get back. He
came back with a diaper! He told me that if I was going to act like a
baby, then I was going to look like a baby. After I put it on, we went
back and started loading up the bus.
The bus stopped at a rest stop about halfway home so we could all use
the bathroom. I had to pee again so I headed for the toilets, but the
scoutmaster stopped me. He told me I was wearing the bathroom. Now
everyone knew that I had a diaper on. I tried real hard to hold it, but
I couldn�t squeeze my legs together because of the diaper. I decided
that I might as well pee, and let it go into my diaper. Despite the
accidents, I did have fun on the camping trip.