Name: Will
Ages: 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17

THE VERY WET TRIP

	The four of us (my two cousins, my brother, and me) wet the bed 
regularly when we were kids. It was no secret. Everybody in the family 
knew and some of our friends knew, too. We often had sleepovers at 
their house, especially when my Mom worked weekends at the hospital. 
And at least one bed or sleeping bag was wet every time. I even 
remember times all four of us were wet the same night! We couldn't hold 
it very long during the day either. We used to play at the park across 
the street from my cousin's house. After a while playing there one of 
us would have to pee, and if the one who had to pee went back to the 
house my aunt would call all of us back to go to the bathroom, too. 
Then we would end up doing some stupid chores around the house for her, 
instead of playing.
	One time when I was 10� we were playing at the park and I had to 
pee real bad. I told my cousin Jack (who was 12 at the time) I was 
going back to his house and pee. He tried to convince me not to go 
because he did want to go home yet. Instead of going home to pee he 
said I could do what he and his brother, Bobby, had started doing. We 
went over to the swings and got his brother Bobby and my brother Tim. 
Jack told Bobby (who was my bother's age, 9) to show us what they do 
when they needed to pee. Bobby said he didn't need to pee, so Jack said 
he would show us because he needed to go pretty soon anyway. Jack went 
over to the water fountain in the park and we sort of got around him to 
watch. By this time I was ready to bust.
	"Watch this!" he said. He bent over pretending to take a drink 
and all of a sudden water started running out his shorts. But it wasn't 
water; he peed his pants. He then turned the drinking fountain on 
really high and water squirted onto his hair, his shirt, and shorts. 
"See? It just looks like I turned the fountain up too high when I tried 
to get a drink. Nobody knows I peed. Go ahead, Will, do it, I dare 
you!" By this time I would have wet my pants trying to get back to 
Jack's house anyway so I did it. It felt weird wetting my pants, but 
since it was hot outside, the water felt good and dried pretty fast. We 
stayed at the park a long time that day, and by the time we went home 
Bobby, and my brother Tim, had peed their pants, too. Nobody guessed 
what we had done, and since all of us had done it nobody could snitch 
on the others.
	About three or four times every year my dad and Uncle Greg would 
load up my uncle's station wagon with gear, put the boat on top, and 
head for a little cabin on the lake in the northern Wisconsin woods. 
They would take Friday and the following Monday off from work and drive 
up all day Friday. They would then fish all day Saturday and Sunday and 
drive home Monday. It was a long trip and they would hardly stop on the 
way up or back. And that was one big reason they said they never took 
us; small bladders on a long trip don't work too well. We had bugged 
them so much about going with them fishing and stopping at the Dog 'n' 
Suds drive-in they had lunch at on the trip that for some reason that 
year they gave in. Right before the second trip that year my Dad got an 
old used station wagon so they wouldn't beat up my uncle's car, and 
they said they would take the four of us along. We had never been to a 
drive-in and we wanted to go on the trip as much for the hot dogs and 
root beer floats at the drive-in as for the fishing.
	The morning of the trip the station wagon was really loaded! Just 
as we were all getting in the back seat my Dad told us, "Hold it, all 
of you go in and pee one more time. We are only going to stop for you 
guys twice before lunch, so you better pee real good now!" He said it 
so loud I bet he woke up a bunch of the neighbors. (It was real early 
in the morning.) So we all went inside and had a group pee. We were so 
excited I think more ended up on the floor than in the toilet! We then 
all loaded into the back seat of the car and off we went. About an hour 
or so into the trip I heard Tim announce that he had to pee again. My 
Dad said it was too soon, he would have to wait, but soon Bobby said he 
had to go, too. Uncle Greg said he would stop at the next rest area, 
but that would be one of our two stops for the morning. Jack and I 
goofed around the rest area while the others went because we didn't 
need to pee.
	After the stop we all pretty much settled down for a long ride 
and listened to everybody talking on the CB radio in the car. And even 
though we were excited earlier, we hadn't slept much the night before 
so we were soon nodding off. It was around 9:00 am, I think, when Jack 
elbowed me awake. "I need to pee really bad," he whispered. I did too. 
We held it a little while longer but it was no use. I told Dad that 
Jack and I had to pee. Bobby chimed in that he had to pee again too.
	"This is your second and last stop before lunch. Make it a good 
one," was all he said as he parked the car. We could tell they were 
already getting mad. My Dad and Uncle Greg switched drivers but 
otherwise stayed in the car at the rest stop. We ran into the restroom 
and on the way we passed a Coke machine.
	While we were peeing Jack said, I missed a whole bunch of the 
trip because I fell asleep, so I'm going to drink a Coke to stay awake 
like dad (Uncle Greg) does when he needs to stay awake." I told him 
that Coke makes you pee more, but he answered, "That was just a story 
our parents told us so that we wouldn't drink it and stay awake to 
bother them all night!" I said then I would get one, too. Bobby and Tim 
saw us drinking the Cokes and said they would tell. So, to keep them 
from telling, we split our Cokes with them. When we got out to the car 
Dad and Uncle Greg wondered what took so long. But we just said we had 
to pee a lot.
	After a while in the car we said we were bored so Uncle Greg said 
we should play "hangman". He said that one of use should think up a 
word and mark down the spaces for the letters on a piece of paper. Then 
the others try to guess the letters. For each wrong guess you draw a 
part of a stick man being hanged. If they can guess the word before the 
guy is completely drawn they win. If not, you win. We thought that was 
cool so we tried it. At first we used just words, but that was too easy 
to guess. Then Dad suggested that we try sentences. I was the first to 
come up with a sentence. It had four words and had 14 spaces. It didn't 
take them long to figure out the sentence said, "Jack wets the bed."
	"OK, smarty, I'll do one for you," said Jack. With five words and 
17 spaces, Jack's was almost as easy: "Will wets his bed too." Bobby 
and Tim, each did one that was similar and then it was my turn again. 
This time mine was more serious. It had seven words and 22 spaces. It 
took them a while to get it but when they did they knew I meant it.
	My sentence was, "I have to pee real bad again."
	Jack took the tablet of paper from me and just wrote out, "ME 
TOO," not as part of the game. With their hands holding their dicks, 
Bobby and Tim agreed. Jack checked his watch. It was only 10:30; we had 
another 1� hours before lunch! We had already used our two pee stops 
and we didn't want to make our Dads any madder this early in the trip 
by asking them to stop again.
	Jack wrote out another hangman game with 9 words and 32 spaces, 
but it was all I could do to concentrate on it. His turned out to be, 
"Will is going to wet his pants right now."
	It wasn't my turn, but I took the tablet from Jack and just wrote 
out, "YOU FIRST BIGSHOT."
	Jack pointed at our little brothers and wrote, "NO, THEM FIRST." 
They shook their heads, no. This was the most silently we had ever 
argued because we didn't want my Dad and Uncle Greg to know what was 
going on in the back seat.
	On a new sheet of paper Jack then wrote, "I got to pee really 
bad. I'll go first. I will pee a little, then you pee a little, then 
them," pointing at Bobby and Tim. "Then I pee some more, then you, then 
them. And then again. Then it is fair, like at the park, when everybody 
peed. OK?" We all agreed. What else could we do? We were all ready to 
bust.
	I watched Jack. He closed his eyes and in a couple of seconds 
there was a wet spot on his jeans about the size of a golf ball. He 
opened his eyes and pointed at me. I didn't even have to close my eyes 
to think about peeing. Before I could even look down my jeans were wet, 
and I had to grab my dick to stop. Bobby was next, then Tim. It took 
Tim a little bit to let go, but he peed, too. It was Jack's turn again 
and he rapidly wet his jeans to about the size of a paper plate. We 
each followed suit, and even Tim hardly hesitated the second time. Then 
Jack wrote on the tablet again, "OK, this time we all do it together. 
When I hold up three fingers we all just pee as much as we can." He let 
us all read it and we nodded. He then held up first one finger, then 
two fingers, and then three fingers. For the first time in at least 30 
minutes I relaxed, and the pee really started to flow. I looked down at 
my crouch and a little pool of pee started to rise, trapped between my 
legs and the fake leather car seat!! I looked down the row and there 
were three other little lakes forming too. I started to giggle and then 
Jack started to laugh when he saw them.
	Uncle Greg, who had been sitting in front with his eyes closed, 
opened them and turn around to ask what was so funny. "Hey, Rodger," he 
said to my Dad, "We have four wet kids and four puddles of pee in your 
back seat! I warned you."
	"Shit!" was all my Dad said.
	The four of us just sat there feeling much better, but wondering 
what our Dads would do. Uncle Greg turned to my Dad and just said, 
"Well?"
	My Dad said, "You were right, Greg. You win." We looked at each 
other not knowing what they were talking about. Then my Dad said, "Go 
ahead, you have my permission." That is when I got scared because I 
figured Dad had just given Uncle Greg permission to spank us for 
wetting his car. Nothing happened for a while, but then we came to a 
rest stop and we pulled in even though we had already done our two 
stops. Now I was sure we were going to get spanked. "OK, guys let's go 
use the rest room," my Dad said.
	"But everyone will see our wet pants," Tim moaned.
	"That's just tough, you should have thought of that before," Dad 
said as he opened up door and almost pulled Tim out of the car. The 
rest of us got out on our own. Jack was in the lead to the restroom. It 
was as if he didn't care if anyone else saw his wet pants. The rest of 
us followed trying to hide the fact we were wet, too. There were a 
bunch of people in the rest area and I'm sure some saw us. Just as we 
got to the men's room door a guy came out.
	He looked at us and said, "It looks like you kids are a little 
too late getting here."
	Jack just looked at him and said, "Yeah, I wet my pants," almost 
like he was boasting. The rest of us just hung out heads and snuck 
inside. There wasn't much left to pee, but when we were done I wanted 
to dry my pants with the hand dryer.
	But Dad said, "No, it will take too much time." I was still 
worried about getting spanked so I didn't want to go back to the car. 
By this time Jack had put water on his hair and shirt front so he 
looked like he did in the park. He led the way back, acting like 
nothing was wrong. When we got back to the car Uncle Greg was taking a 
gym bag out of the back.
	He saw Jack and said, "Jack that trick doesn't work here either. 
Everybody knows you wet your pants, just like in the park at home." 
Jack's mouth fell open and he turned to look at me. Jack realized now 
that probably everybody in the neighborhood knew he and Bobby wet their 
pants, and I wondered if anyone had seen us the day we did it!
	"Here or on the picnic table, Rodger?" my Uncle asked Dad, as he 
pulled a big disposable diaper out of the bag. I couldn't believe it.
	My Dad said, "In the car."
	Uncle Greg open the back door and said, "Jack, unbutton and unzip 
your jeans and lie down on the back seat."
	"Ohh, do I have to?" asked Jack. He pointed at us. "They are wet 
too. What about them?"
	"All four of you are getting them!" Dad and Uncle Greg said 
almost together.
	Tim turned to me and said, "Nooooo," in a real pitiful voice.
	I told him, "It is better than getting a bare butt spanking." But 
I really didn't think so at the time.
	We watched through the other car door window as Jack lay down on 
the back car seat. While he undid his pants Uncle Greg took off Jack's 
shoes. He then grabbed the legs of Jack's pants and pulled them off. 
Jack just lay there in his wet briefs. Then Uncle Greg reached in and 
grabbed the elastic band of Jack's underpants and pulled them off. He 
didn't seem to care that we could see his dick; Jack just looked up at 
us and grinned. His was a lot bigger than mine and even though he was 
just turning 12 there was some hair. "Lift your butt!" his Dad said. 
Jack did it, Uncle Greg put the diaper under him, and Jack put his butt 
down. Then Uncle Greg put the tapes on and said, "Bobby, your next!" 
Jack got up and out of the car and came around to our side of the car 
while Bobby got in and the procedure was repeated. Our side of the car 
was sticking out into the driving lane of the rest stop.
	Everyone going by could see what Jack was wearing, but Jack said, 
"I don't care. It is just different underpants. No body knows they are 
diapers." But he was wrong.
	Just as Bobby was getting out of the car so they could see both 
of them, a kid about our age walked by with his mom and said, "See, 
Mom? Those are the ones that wet their pants. And now they are in 
diapers!"
	As they went by I wasn't sure but I thought she said back to the 
kid something like, "Yeah, and if you wet like you did on the last trip 
I might try them on you. So watch it!"
	"Ok, Will, you're next!" Uncle Greg said.
	"Dad, do I really have to?" I asked. "I promise I won't wet 
again."
	"You guys all wet together. You are going to wear diapers 
together. Now get in there and change or I'll do it out here on the 
picnic table after giving you a spanking," was all he said.
	I crawled into the car and undid my jeans and Uncle Greg pulled 
them off. I looked up and Jack, Bobby, and Tim were looking down at me 
in my wet briefs. Uncle Greg pulled them off too and I tried to cover 
my dick. Jack yelled, "Chicken! I can see it anyway, and it's still 
small." Soon I was in diapers too. But I didn't get out of the car when 
I was done. Tim just got in and got changed while he had his head on my 
leg. After he was changed Jack and Bobby got back in, too. Our wet 
pants were put in a plastic bag in the gym bag and the gym bag was put 
in the back of the car. And off we went.
	We all sat there in silence for a while. The three of us, but not 
Jack, tried to stretch our shirts down over the diapers to hide them, 
but it didn't work very well. He didn't seem to care; he just sat there 
with his diaper showing. Jack was on the right side of the car, and I 
was on the left. When we passed trucks he signaled to them to blow 
their horn. Some of them did, but every one of the drivers who looked 
down into our car looked very surprised. I could see their faces out 
the rear window. One of them was really laughing hard and then got on 
the CB and told the whole world, "Breaker, breaker, I just seen the 
four biggest babies in a blue Chevy station wagon. Be sure to check 
them out." Now every body knew! I hated CBs from then on. Every time I 
saw one after that, all I could hear was that trucker telling the whole 
world about us.
	About 11:30 Dad said that we had lost a bunch of time on the 
stops and it would a while before we got to the Dog 'n' Suds. The 
drive-in! What are we going to do about our diapers at the drive-in? 
The panic started to rise. "Dad? What about our.you know.diapers?" I 
asked.
	"What about them, Will?"
	"At the drive-in, what are you going to do at the drive-in so 
they can't see our diapers? Can we wear pants or something?" I asked.
	"All of your clothes are packed in the suitcases at the bottom of 
the pile back there. I am not going to unpack the car. The only other 
pants are your wet ones. You guys are just going to wear what you have 
on until the end of the drive today. End of story!" my Dad said. We 
were quiet until we got to the drive-in. We pulled into an open space 
and I waited for the inevitable. It didn't take long for the carhop to 
walk up to my side of the car. We tried to cover our diapers with our 
shirts.
	"May I take your... Hey, how come you guys don't have pants on?" 
she asked as see looked in the back window. Nobody, not even Jack said 
a thing.
	Then Uncle Greg said, "Jack, I'm sure you were the ring leader. 
Why don't you tell her?"
	That was all the prodding Jack needed. "Because we wet our 
pants," he said. I tried to reach over and hit him without letting my 
diaper show, but I missed. "And now we are wearing diapers." I swung at 
him again and missed. "Do you want to see?" he asked as he went to lift 
his shirt. I lunged over to hold his shirt down. As I leaned over he 
grabbed me and my shirt. I ended up lying across everybody else with my 
shirt pulled up around my shoulders and my diapered butt out for 
everyone to see. By the time I finally back in my seat she had seen 
everybody's diapers as we scrambled to hide them, Dad and Uncle Greg 
were laughing, and she was giggling.
	"I see!" the carhop said, "You guys are all kinda cute in your 
diapers." I turned red.
	My brother and Bobby were embarrassed too, but Jack asked, "You 
think so?" I could have died!
	"Yeah," she said, "but I need to take your orders." Dad and Uncle 
Greg ordered the food since the three of us weren't talking and Jack 
had turned into an idiot, as far as I was concerned. Dad and Uncle Greg 
went to the men's room, while we sat in silence.
	About ten minutes after they got back the carhop came out with 
our food. But it was a different one this time. "Oh, my!" she said as 
she looked in the back seat. "Debbie said you guys were wearing diapers 
but none of us believed it!" So 'Debbie' had told everyone in the 
drive-in and sent another carhop out to see us. I chocked down my hot 
dog between tears.
	In what seemed like a long time, but probably wasn't, Debbie came 
out again and asked, "Anyone for dessert?" My Dad said no, but then 
Debbie said, "You know, I told the cooks about you guys, but they can't 
come out and... ah... say 'hi'. So they said they would buy you guys 
root beer floats for dessert, but you would have to, you know, come in 
and get them."
	Dad and Uncle Greg snickered. "NO WAY!" I said. Tim and Bobby 
were shaking their heads, too; they didn't want to do that, either.
	But Jack said, "Cool! Dad, can I get a float?"
	Uncle Greg said, "You can if you want to, Jack. The rest of you 
can too, as far as I'm concerned." But Jack was the only one who did. 
He actually got out of the car and walked through the parking lot with 
the carhop to the kitchen. His shirt wasn't real short, but you could 
easily see the bottom half of his diaper as he walked. In a few minutes 
he came back with the float and our change from the bill. He had the 
biggest smile on his face.
	"They're really neat in there, and they think I'm really cute!"
	"Right! A real lady killer!" Uncle Greg said. "OK, if you guys 
are set and don't want a free float, it is time to go." We wanted the 
float, but not by doing what Jack just did, so off we went.
	It was about an hour later when I said, "Dad, do we get two stops 
this afternoon? I have to pee."
	Uncle Greg answered instead, "Stop? There is no need to stop, you 
guys have diapers on now!" I couldn't believe it. They meant us to use 
them.
	"Dad?" I appealed.
	"Sorry, Will, we are already way behind schedule and with you 
guys in diapers we don't need to stop until it is time to switch 
drivers, which won't be for a few hours." I just looked at Jack, who I 
was sitting next to now. He just pointed to his diaper. The stripe on 
it was gone and it looked different.
	He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Just pee in your diaper 
like I did. That is why the stripe is gone. See?" He poked it and the 
diaper was harder and swollen. I looked over at Tim and Bobby. Tim 
hadn't peed in his; instead he was holding his dick through his diaper, 
but Bobby's looked like his brother's diaper. He had peed, too. It 
wasn't long until I joined them. It didn't feel bad, just warm. Tim 
looked surprised when he saw me pee, but I just shrugged my shoulders. 
Eventually he peed, too. After a while we all ended up napping.
	When I woke up it was almost 7:00 pm. They hadn't even switched 
drivers. I was hungry and needed to pee again. This time I didn't even 
ask. I just wet my diaper some more. When Dad realized everyone was a 
wake he told us the plan. "OK, guys, here is what we're going to do. 
Since we are still behind schedule we are going to go through a 
McDonald's drive through in the next town and then stop at a little 
roadside park we know. There we can eat, switch drivers, and put you 
guys into dry diapers."
	"Can't we just wear something else?" Tim asked.
	"No, I told you everything is packed and we are not making extra 
stops." Nobody else said a thing. When we went thought the drive up I'm 
sure the guy at the window saw the diapers, because he had a strange 
look on his face, but he didn't say a thing. Since we were no longer on 
the main highway the little park was empty when we got there. We all 
ran for the men's room to pee. As we got back to the car Uncle Greg 
changed each one of us. Dad and Uncle Greg walked around as they ate. 
We were so tired of being in the car the four of us sat at a picnic 
table, but watched for anyone coming up the road to run for the car. 
Nobody did. I felt kind of weird sitting outside in just a shirt and a 
diaper.
	After eating we got back in the car and off we went. Dad said it 
would be three more hours. I don't know how long we had been in the 
car, but it seemed like forever. It wasn't long before I fell asleep 
again. When I woke up I couldn't believe it. I was in a sleeping bag on 
a cot next to Tim. I looked around; we were in the cabin and a few rays 
of sunlight were just peeking in the window and hitting us in the eyes. 
Jack and Bobby were in sleeping bags on a cot end to end with ours. Our 
head were nearly touching. Jack was awake, too. "I need to pee," I told 
him, "but it is too cold to get out of the sleeping bag."
	"Just pee in your diaper, that's what I did," Jack said.
	"I'm not wearing..." I reached down into the bag and felt.a 
diaper. That was all I was wearing.
	"Yeah, you are," said Jack. "I saw your Dad put you and Tim to 
bed when we got here. He took your shirts, shoes, and socks off and 
left the diapers on you, Bobby, too. I was the only one awake so my Dad 
changed me. I wet during the night so it was already wet when I woke 
up. So I peed it again." I checked mine; it was wet, too. After a 
minute or so I wet. It took me a lot to convince myself to wet while I 
was lying in bed. It's different from wetting the bed while you're 
asleep and don't know it.
	Dad came in from outside to get us up. "Breakfast is ready, guys. 
Get up; it is time to eat. But first we have to get those diapers off." 
Dad pulled the diapers off of all four of us so fast we didn't have 
time to stop him. There we stood all naked. He took us out behind the 
cabin and poured water on us while we rubbed the pee smell away and 
shivered. We ran back inside, dried off, and put on real clothes from 
our suitcases. I was real hungry and breakfast was great. The whole day 
fishing was great, too. It was so great I almost forgot about how bad 
the trip up here was.
	Just as it was getting dark we had fish fried over the campfire 
for dinner. After dinner Uncle Greg said, "OK, guys time to get ready 
for bed. We are going to get up early tomorrow. Jack, you first, come 
on." I didn't know what was going on right away, but when Jack came 
back outside in only a pj top and a diaper on I knew.
	"Dad?!" I said.
	"Hey," he said, "You guys blew it in the car, yesterday. Anyway, 
we don't want to be dealing with wet sleeping bags and cots when we 
should be fishing. Now, do we?" He had a point, but I didn't want to 
admit it at the time. We soon were all diapered and ready for bed. When 
we got into bed our Dads stayed outside for a while. Our heads were 
only a couple of inches apart so we could whisper without them hearing.
	"Jack, how come you don't care about wearing these things, and 
you seem to know all about them?"
	Jack said, "Promise you won't tell anyone, not anyone at school 
or other friends?"
	"I promise," I said.
	"Are you sure? Do you really promise?" Man, I thought, this must 
be a really big secret!
	"Yeah, I'm sure. You know I can keep a secret," I told him.
	"OK, if you promise, Jack said. "When I was in first grade we 
went to the zoo and I wet my pants. Dad was real mad! He said if I 
acted like a baby he would treat me like a baby and he was going to put 
one of Bobby's diapers on me. Mom wouldn't let him do it. I ended up 
walking around the zoo in wet pants all day. The next weekend Mom had 
to stay with Grandma because she was sick, so the three of us went to 
some big park or something. I wet my pants again. Dad pulled down my 
pants right there and put one of Bobby's diapers on me. When Mom got 
home she saw I was still in diapers and they had a big fight about it. 
But Dad said he was tired of wet pants and wet beds and that I would 
wear diapers every night and on every trip."
	I couldn't believe it. Jack just told me he wore diapers to bed 
every night and on trips since first grade? "You still wear them, 
Jack?"
	"Yeah, Bobby, too," he said. He sounded worried. "You promised 
not to tell anyone, Will."
	"I won't tell, but why didn't you wear them on sleepovers?" I 
asked.
	"Because Mom made Dad let us just wear pjs or underwear when you 
guys came over," Jack said. "But that is why we didn't go on trip 
together. My Dad didn't want his car peed in. I guess your Dad didn't 
mind so much getting his car wet. Now that you know, I'm sure he will 
make all of us wear diapers." I almost gagged when he said that, but I 
didn't say a thing, I just curled up in a ball and went to sleep.
	In the morning I all of us were wet again. While Uncle Greg 
cooked breakfast Dad woke us up. Again as we got out of bed he stripped 
off our wet diapers and took the four of us out back for a wash down. 
Just as we were finishing Uncle Greg came around the corner to tell us 
breakfast was ready. "Hey Greg," my Dad said, "You know, these things 
work real well, no wet beds." I couldn't believe it!
	"That's right, Rodger," said Uncle Greg, "Jack and Bobby wear 
them every night. You should do the same for Will and Tim."
	Even before we could say anything my Dad said, "Probably will. My 
wife diapers kids older then them at the hospital all the time. I 
always dismissed the idea when she brought it up in the past, but now I 
see they really work."
	I had to break in and stop this. "NO! Please, Dad," I pleaded. 
But I could see he mind was made up, and Tim and me were in deep 
trouble.
	Jack look silly standing there still naked, grinning, pointing 
his finger at me, mouthing the words, "Diapers for you."
	The rest of the day was a repeat of the day before. It was great. 
Bedtime was mostly a repeat too, but not so great because we were 
diapered for bed. After we were ready for bed we packed up everything 
and got it ready to be put in the car for the trip home. We laid out 
our clothes for the next day. Our jeans either smelled like pee from 
the trip up, or were covered in dead bait, fish guts, and slime from 
fishing. So all we have left were out YMCA gym shorts and t-shits that 
we had packed for playing basketball in case the fishing wasn't any 
good. Remember, fifteen years ago gym shorts were really short, not 
these long floppy things they have now. When Dad saw what we had out he 
said, "No not that." I thought he meant the gym shorts, but what he 
picked up were our underpants. "I'm not having another wet car, you 
guys are wearing diapers on the trip home." We tried to convince him 
otherwise but he said it was too bad.
	We got up really early in the morning, went through the same 
strip and rinse routine, and got dressed. We tried to get away without 
anything under our gym shorts but just before we got in the car Uncle 
Greg said, "Jack, you first, on the table," and we knew what that 
meant. Jack went over to the picnic table and Uncle Greg pulled his gym 
short to his knees and told him to get on the table. He diapered him 
and pulled up the shorts. Jack looked a little embarrassed when his Dad 
pulled his shorts down, but that didn't matter much. We all ended up 
with our gym shorts being pulled down with everyone else watching. 
Diapered in a couple of minutes, we were on our way home. Jack didn't 
care at all when it was obvious that everyone who saw us today would be 
able to see the diapers showing out the leg holes of our gym shorts.
	We stopped at a gas station in the first town we came to get 
gasoline for the car and donuts for breakfast. Dad made us go into the 
store with Uncle Greg and pick out our own donuts while he gassed up 
the car. He gave Tim a big handful of change to pay for all the donuts. 
The cashier kept looking at us while we walked through the store. I 
didn't know if she was afraid we would steal something or what. After 
all of us picked out our donuts Uncle Greg got some orange juice and 
coffee and we went to the front to get checked out. Just as Jack and I 
put the donuts on the counter Tim dropped all the change. Uncle Greg 
rolled his eyes and said to the cahier, "I'm paying for the gas on pump 
4, the orange juice, two coffees, and I guess the donuts, too, since 
they seem to be having problems rounding up their money." And he 
pointed to Jack, Tim, and Bobby who were picking up the money. I was 
guarding the donuts.
	The cashier looked down at them on the floor, and said, "I guess 
so. And.hey... ah... are the three of them wearing diapers?" I turned 
and looked at them when she said that. As Jack bent over to pick up the 
coins you could see the bulge of the diaper outlined in his gym shorts. 
Tim was on the floor reaching behind some display. Every time he 
reached, his shirt came up and I could see his diaper sticking out over 
the top his gym shorts. Bobby was crouching on the floor facing us 
picking up the change between his legs, and his diaper was sticking out 
one of the leg holes of his gym short!
	"Well, yeah, they are," said Uncle Greg, "In fact all four of 
them are."
	She looked at me and said, "Him, too?"
	Uncle Greg, never missing a chance to embarrass me said, "Yeah, 
him, too. Will, show the lady your diaper, too."
	I didn't believe it! "Do I have to, Uncle Greg?" I whined.
	"Yes, she's seen everybody else's. Only fair," he said, "Now do 
it!" I reluctantly lift up my shirt and pull the waistband of my gym 
shorts out and down.
	"My, my," she said, "I've never seen such! But now I know what 
that package in the storeroom is for. We got a package of 'youth 
diapers' on a delivery some months back by mistake and I didn't know 
what to do with them. You want them? I'll sell them for cost just to 
get rid of them."
	My Uncle said, "Sure, we've just about run out of the ones I 
brought on the trip."
	So she yelled across the store to the stock boy, "Hey, bring 
those big kids' diapers here." I don't know if he didn't hear her or 
she just wanted to announce it to the entire store, which was filling 
up, but she repeated what she had said and then added, "We have four 
big kids here who wear 'em and need to buy those diapers!" If that 
wasn't bad enough we had to stand there waiting for the diapers while 
other customers went through the line and got to look at us. Finally we 
paid for it all and we went back outside.
	As we got half way to the car Dad called out, "What took so 
long?"
	That was then Uncle Greg held up the new bag of diapers and 
yelled, "I got a bargain on diapers for the boys! The ones we don't use 
on the rest of the trip you can take home for Will and Tim to use 
tonight!" Heads turned everywhere to see who would be wearing those 
diapers! If I had a gun right then I would have killed my Uncle Greg.
	Even as bad as that was, I wasn't ready for what my father said 
back to his brother: "Thanks, Greg, I will. Phyllis will be happy to 
find out I've seen the light on this." I looked at Tim and he at me. It 
was then we realized we were really sunk!
	We all got in the car and took off. After we had eaten the donuts 
I got up the enough nerve to ask my Dad what Mom (Phyllis) would be 
happy about. "Will," he asked me in reply, "Who does the laundry at 
home?"
	"You do," I answered. Uncle Greg and Jack looked surprised at 
this.
	"Do you know why I do the laundry?"
	"I don't know. You just always have, I guess," as my reply.
	Dad's reply was news to me, and not what I wanted to hear: "Mom 
has been changing all ages of kids diapers at the hospital for years in 
the pediatrics ward. When it was clear you and Tim were not going to 
stop wetting your beds she suggested diapers for you guys. But when I 
said 'no!' She said, 'either they wear diapers or you do all the 
laundry.' So I started doing the laundry. Well, I've gotten tired of 
doing all that extra laundry. And since your cousins wear diapers to 
bed and on trips I guess you guys can, too."
	I started to whine, 'But Dad."
	He stopped me with, "You and Tim are going to wear diapers just 
like Jack and Bobby do until you stop wetting the bed. No arguments!" 
Jack was grinning. I just sat there and whimpered for a long time until 
I fell asleep.
	I woke up a couple of hours later and I had to pee. The way he 
was holding his crotch, I could see Tim needed to go to. "I have to 
pee," I announced.
	"Just pee in your diaper, like me and Bobby," Jack said, "Or are 
you chicken?"
	"We're not stopping, now," was all Dad said.
	Jack leaned over and whispered, "It feels good, just like on the 
trip up here, remember?" For some reason, I held it as long as I could, 
but soon after Tim had stopped holding his crotch, I peed my diaper 
too. We stopped at a McDonalds drive-up to buy lunch and then drove to 
a town park to eat it. After lunch Uncle Greg changed Jack and Bobby 
and Dad changed us. This time I don't think anyone else saw us because 
the park was almost empty. Dad suggested we go to the Dog 'n' Suds when 
we got there in a couple of hours for a late dessert, and we all 
agreed. That and lunch made things a little better on the trip home.
	We were all excited to have root beer floats that three of us had 
missed the first time we were here on Friday. Dad and Uncle Greg said 
they didn't think we should have a float, but they would buy us each a 
small cone. The carhop turned out to be the one that brought us our 
food Friday. When she looked in the car she recognized us and said, 
"Hey, you guys are the diaper boys! But you're in shorts, now."
	Jack pulled the waistband of his gym shorts down and said, "Yeah, 
but we are still wearing diapers."
	"Oh," she squealed, "you guys are so cute!" Dad and Uncle Greg 
ordered cones for all of us, and the carhop went to get them. I asked 
to go to the bathroom. And Dad said, "may as well, since we are 
stopped, but you are going to pull that diaper back on when you are 
done! Right?" I agreed, and we all went in to find the bathroom.
	Tim, Bobby, and I had already finished and we standing in front 
of the men's room waiting for Jack to come out when some lady came up 
to us (I found out later she was the owner) and she said, "I heard you 
kids are wearing diapers. Is that true?"
	I shook my head and lied, "NO!"
	Just then Jack came out of the men's room behind me and almost 
yelled, "Yes, he is! See?" and he grabbed my gym shorts and pulled them 
down just like he had seen Uncle Greg do. I had had enough by that time 
and I tried to turn about and hit Jack but I missed, got caught in my 
shorts that were at my ankles, and fell down. I was crying.
	"So I see," said the lady, as she helped me up, "I'm sorry I 
asked. You guys are wearing diapers, too?" She asked looking at Tim and 
Bobby. They nodded. Then she said to the three of us, "you guys are 
brave to be wearing them. "Let me give you a root beer float to make it 
up to you."
	Now Jack was jealous. "Hey what about me?" Jack asked, "I'm 
wearing diapers too." And he pulled his gym shorts down.
	She turned to Jack. "Take your shorts all the way off and give 
them to him," she ordered, pointing to me. "Any bully who pulls down 
other people pants to embarrass them doesn't deserve to wear any 
pants!" Jack was so shocked by the order he complied immediately and 
handed me his gym shorts. She came back with three floats and handed 
them to us.
	"Where's mine?" Jack asked.
	"You had one last time you came in here and besides, the way you 
acted you don't deserve one. Now lets get you guys back to your car." 
When we got back to the car Jack wanted his shorts back, but the lady 
explain to Dad and Uncle Gregg that she was the owner of the place and 
what had happened. She suggested that since Jack acted the way he did 
he should be punished.
	Uncle Greg agreed, "Jack you can just sit there in your diaper 
for the rest of the trip home." That really wasn't much of a punishment 
as far as I was concerned. Even when we stopped for gas Jack got out of 
the car and walked into the convenience store to go poop in the toilet, 
rather than his diapers. He didn't seem to care people saw him in a 
diaper and tee shirt. He was a lot madder about not getting another 
root beer float than not wearing the gym shorts.
	After the floats were done the three of us played hangman again. 
It took awhile, but Jack finally started to feel better and got in the 
game. That made me feel better too. A bunch of the sentences we came up 
with had to do with the diapers we were wearing. I think some of them 
were: 'Bobby wears baby diapers'; 'Jack loves to wet his diapers'; and 
'Tim wears his diapers to school'. But the one that scared me, and the 
rest of us too, was the sentence Jack made up: His said, 'Everybody at 
school knows Will wears diapers'. When Tim solved that we all looked at 
each other and knew we had to stick together on this and not tell 
anyone else about the diapers. Since we were all in the same fix, we 
all agreed to never tell anyone, and if any of us did tell there is a 
punishment (which I am not going to tell you). That is why I changed 
all our names and the state we went to in this story. If they ever find 
out about me blabbing this I will be in real big trouble, even though 
this took place fifteen years ago.
	By the time we got home it was late and we were wet. Uncle Greg, 
Jack, and Bobby got in their car and went home. Mom was already asleep 
so Dad changed us and put us to bed. We were so tired we didn't even 
fight about being diapered. She didn't see us in diapers until the next 
morning. She was surprised to see them, but I was really upset to find 
out how strongly she approved of us wearing them. That is how Tim and 
me ended up wearing diapers to bed every night until I went away to 
college. I tried not wearing diapers in college but I still wet about 
twice a week, especially right before exams, or when a big term paper 
was due, so I ended up wearing them at those times. I'm out of college 
now and still wet the bed about twice a week. Sometimes I still wear 
diapers, and sometimes I just wet the bed.