Name: Tim
Ages: 10, 11
Current Age: 17
The oldest boy called me one day and asked if he could come stay with
him while his mom and dad went on a trip. I said sure and he put his
mom on for the details. She was so happy that I agreed, they would be
gone for three days to go to a funeral of one of the father’s friends
out of state.
I arrived at their house at 7 a.m. so the parents could go catch their
flight. The boys were not up yet. I got all the details, emergency
numbers, food etc. before they left. I went up to check the boys; they
shared a room together. The youngest boy (10) was stretched out and did
not have any covers on. I noticed his PJs were bulging. I walked over
and pulled back the waistband and saw diapers underneath. This was
great, I thought. The oldest boy (12) was all covered up, I wanted to
see if he wore them, too, so I slowly pulled the covers back and sure
enough he had the same ones on. His back was facing me and I smelled a
very strong odor of poop. He had pooped his diaper. I know why he
pooped his pants at the carnival now. He has a problem holding in his
poop.
I went downstairs and waited for the boys to wake up. The oldest got up
first and waddled into the living room where I was sitting. He didn’t
see me yet and was yelling for his mom, saying "mom...mom..." He came
around the couch and saw me and he stopped dead in his tracks and
looked for a second then he smiled and said, “Oh yeah, you’re here
today.” He came over and sat down next to me and gave me a hug.
I said "Hey dude, what’s up? I have not seen you in forever."
He said, "yeah, I know." He was really stinky sitting there in his
diapers.
I said to him, "Do you need a change?" He looked up with red cheeks and
said, "I guess." I told him that it was okay and not to be embarrassed.
He smiled and took my hand as we went to the toilet. I took off his
diaper and wiped his bottom good. He ran naked into his bedroom and put
his undies, shorts and t-shirt on. His brother heard the ruckus and
woke up. He didn’t know I was in the bathroom cleaning up the rest of
the poopy mess when he came running in to go pee and he saw me there
and it scared him. He grabbed his crotch and looked at it and said, "Oh
no!" I could hear the hissing sound of the pee going into his diaper.
I said "Hey dude, sorry about that, didn’t mean to scare you."
He said, "I peed, and I was dry from last night, too." and he started
to cry a little. He was excited that he didnt wet the diaper at night.
I hugged him and said, “Don’t worry, no bid deal.”
He pulled off the diaper and also ran to get his undies, shorts and t-
shirt on. Both boys had chosen jean shorts and they were very well
fitting. The family was pretty poor and could not afford a lot of
clothes so they seemed a size or two too small. I helped them make
their beds and made them breakfast. They each drank two large glasses
of orange juice and had milk in their cereal, which they also drank.
They got their shoes on and said, “Let’s go to the park.”
It was a very nice day out so we headed out about 10 a.m. The park was
within walking distance but it still took us about 20 minutes to get
there. The boys did not use the bathroom before they left, I noticed,
but I was not going to remind them as they were old enough. They wanted
to play baseball and each grabbed a glove and I got the bat and ball
before we left. I pitched to the youngest boy first and the oldest was
in the outfield. He was already doing a pee-pee dance. The youngest was
not yet because he wet his diaper two hours ago when he got up. The
oldest had not gone since the night before.
I pitched the ball and he hit it. The older boy ran to get it and said
it was his turn. He came in to bat and was holding himself with one
hand and holding the bat with the other. Then he swung with both hands
and missed the ball. He put the nub of the bat into his crotch while he
waiting for the next pitch. He hit the ball this time and ran the
bases, when he got back to home plate his jeans were soaked. He peed
then as he ran the bases, wet down both legs of his shorts and his legs
were gleaming in the sunlight. We played ball for a while and the
oldest boys pants were drying up. The youngest boy was holding off and
on now but nothing major yet.
We decided to walk around the park for a while. The youngest and oldest
boy both walked ahead of me. The youngest had a constant hand on his
crotch now and was getting hyperactive and out of breath, running
around and yelling.
We decided to head home. We walked the 20-minute walk back home and the
youngest boy was still holding on. He would turn around every once in a
while to ask me stuff or to look at something and I could see a dark
spot forming where he was holding. We got to the house and the boys ran
in. The youngest ran to the bathroom. He came out one minute later, had
a wet spot on his pants but not really big, just where it was leaking
out.
The oldest boy sat down next to me again and the youngest sat down on
the other side of me and both asked what was next. I told them that we
could go bowling and they got so excited. We ate lunch and both boys
drank a can of soda. We piled in the car, and headed to the bowling
alley. The boys’ shorts were pretty dry now but you could still see the
youngest one’s wet spot. People were looking at him as we came in to
get the shoes and balls. The boys picked out their balls and we sat
down at our lane.
We began bowling, the boys wanted snacks so I bought each a large soda
and a hot dog. They drank all the soda up while we finished our first
game, both boys were grabbing themselves after they threw the ball in
anticipation of where the ball was going to go. On the second frame the
oldest boy threw the ball and grabbed his crotch, the ball was a strike
and he jumped for joy and ran back to his seat, the front of his shorts
was wet again. It squirted out when he jumped in excitement. The
youngest boy got up to bowl and his bottom was wet. I looked at his
seat and there was a puddle in it. He had just wet his pants. He had
just done it probably in excitement for his brother’s strike. The pee
on his pants was so wet it was dripping on the floor as he stood up and
was running down his legs. He was dripping all over the lane as he
threw the ball. He came and sat back down in the puddled chair when he
was done. His brother got up to bowl and was holding the ball at his
crotch, he bowled the ball kiddy style and fell to his knees then laid
on his stomach and watched the ball roll down. He lay there for a
minute then got up, he totally wet himself, even got the top of his
shirt wet and there was a puddle in the middle of the lane.
I told both boys, “You guys needs to stop peeing your pants. You’re too
old for that,” and they said “okay” with sad looks in their faces. I
grabbed some paper towels from the table and wiped up the puddle. We
ended the game and went home.
I got the boys’ wet clothes off and they both climbed into the bathtub
together for a bath. It was kinda weird for me, seeing them both in the
tub like that. They dried off and both ran naked into the room, and lay
on the floor waiting for me. They said, “The diapers are over there.” I
grabbed two of them and began to diaper the oldest. He had a hard-on
really bad, was really hard to get the diaper on tight. I had to move
it to one side while I secured the tape. The youngest boy was not
erect. He lay there patiently waiting, and then both jumped up and went
to the couch to watch TV in nothing but their diapers. It was very
cute. The boys lay with me on the couch and fell asleep.
I carried the younger boy to his bed and covered him up. The oldest boy
was so heavy he was hard to carry. But I got him in and laid him on his
stomach and covered him up. Then next morning, both boys were dry and
no messes. They both got up together and came into the kitchen still
wearing their diapers so they could show me they were dry. They were
about to take them off when I said "hold on, let’s keep them on all day
today."
They looked at me as if I were crazy and said. "all day?"
I said, "Yeah, that way if you have an accident it won’t show on your
pants." They both were getting upset about it and were making excuses
why they couldn’t keep them on all day. I grabbed their clothes and put
the on over the diapers and said "See? No one will notice." They looked
at each other in their clothes and said, "Okay." Their pants were still
fitting tightly and there was an obvious bulge but they didn’t seem to
see that part. They just saw that they couldn’t see diapers.
We ate breakfast and walked to the park again. The boys were trying to
run and were finding it a little harder with diapers on. When they were
climbing on the jungle gyms and slides their shirts would rise up and
you could clearly see the top of the diapers sticking out. It was cute
to see. I saw one of them grab at his crotch but then nothing the rest
of the day.
We stayed at the park for several hours and then walked to the mall
which was nearby. The oldest boy whispered in my ear that he pooped his
pants. I told him, “Its okay, you’re wearing diapers now.” We ate lunch
in the food court and the boys played some video games in the arcade. I
could see the diapers bulging through their pants really well now
because they were full of pee and the oldest had a large bulge where he
pooped. The boys were waddling as they walked, which was really cute
and I don't think they even noticed they were doing it.
We walked home before dinner time and when we got there I had them both
take off their pants so I could see the damage. The youngest boy was
soaked at every inch of the diaper; it was almost to the leaking point.
The diaper was so heavy when I took it off; it was like a wet towel.
The oldest boy also was soaked wet but still had some dry spots left in
the diaper. But he had a load of poop in the back. I helped him get
cleaned up and put fresh diapers back on them. It was not dinner time
yet and the boys felt weird that they were already in diapers.
We went out to eat dinner that night to Incredible Pizza. They have a
pizza buffet and go-carts, mini-golf and bumper cars along with other
arcade games, a great place to take older kids. We ate pizza and they
each drank several refills of soda. We went to play and the boys
enjoyed themselves for 3 hours then it was time to go home. We got home
and it was already past their bedtime told them both to go up to bed.
They pulled their clothes off and climbed into bed. Their diapers were
soaked again but they were too tired to care about changing them. They
both fell asleep quickly.
The next morning was the last day I was to spend with them. Their
parents were to be home tonight. They both got up and walked to the
kitchen where I was making breakfast. Their diapers were so loaded they
were sagging. They sat down to eat and you could here a squish from the
loaded diapers when they sat. They both thought it was funny and kept
getting up and sitting down again so it would make the squish sound.
They ate breakfast and went up to get changed. We left the diapers off
this time.
The boys were both enrolled in boy scouts and they had an event
scheduled for today that would end before dark. They were going to do a
crossover event in a park across town. They both put on blue jeans and
their scout shirts and badges etc. We got in the car and headed to the
event. We got there and they ran to be with the other boys in their
troop. The youngest boy was crossing over to Webelos today, no more cub
scouts! “Yeah!” he said before we left the house.
The ceremony began and the Webelos lined up. Of course my boy was the
only one needing to pee at the time and was holding himself and kept
squatting to try and hide the fact that he was holding his crotch. He
got his badge and crossed the makeshift bridge they made and had to
pause for a picture. I guess he couldn’t hold it anymore, and as they
were snapping the pictures he was wetting his jeans. The wet spot made
a circular shape and ran between his legs. I could see the wet spot
from behind when he was standing with his back to me.
They all had to line up for a group photo and the cub master came over
to me and asked if he still wanted to take his picture with his
accident. I said, “If does not matter, we can edit it out later.” He
stood for his photo, wet pants and all, the other kids noticed and
pointed at him. They actually were caring for him and not laughing at
him. I thought that was nice of them.
The older boy was doing a flag ceremony and ended up with a wet patch
on his pants also, not a really big one but definitely noticeable since
he was such a big boy. It was a round spot the size of a baseball. Both
boys stood together for a brother photo. It was cute seeing them
together both with wet pants. Surprisingly, the youngest boy pooped his
pants this time, after the ceremony the boys were out playing and I
noticed he stopped and squatted down pretending to look at some flowers
when I saw the bottom of his pants begin to budge out. He let it all
out and jumped up to play again. When it was time to go home we jumped
in the car and it filled with the smell.
I said "someone had a poopy?" The youngest boy said, “it was me.” I got
them home and cleaned up. It was getting dark and got them bathed and
diapered for bed. Their parents came home and both boys ran to them in
nothing but diapers to hug them. The parents thanked me so much and I
left. I got a call later that evening from the mom and said the boys
were so excited to stay with me that they wanted to do it all the time.
I felt good that they liked me.
Got more story later on the next encounter.