STAN

Okay, this is a serious story about a kid that has a wetting problem 
that I know from school. I'm not gonna tell you the poor baby's name; 
we'll just call him Stan.

I was in town the other day at the gas station filling up my car. When 
I was done I went to the bathroom to pee, but the girls' bathroom was 
broken or something so I went into the boys' bathroom (those outside 
bathrooms). There was a boy from school standing there in just a wet 
diaper about to take it off. I stood there laughing my ass off and he 
told me to shut the door. I locked it and I asked him why he was 
wearing a diaper and he told me because he wets himself during the day 
sometimes. It was funny because he was cute but in a diaper! I grabbed 
the front of it and it was super wet. I felt really bad for him so I 
asked him if he needed any help. He told me no, but I insisted. After 
all, I did barge in on him. He let me help. He had a changing pad laid 
out, so I had him lie down and I took off the really wet diaper and I 
cleaned him up and asked him for a diaper and put it on him. I told him 
he looked really cute in a diaper, but he hates wearing them, so it 
didn't matter. He started to get up but I pushed him on the ground 
again and made sure the elastic around his thighs was secure. He got up 
and put his pants on and thanked me. I told him anytime.

Then he started to tell me he changes his diaper at a gas station 
because he doesn't want his parents to find out. He lives right behind 
the gas station so he can do that. I told him he'd better see a doctor, 
though. He said he would try, but he couldn't tell his mom. I started 
to argue with him because it might get really serious where he's 
incontinent. I told him he'd better tell his mom or I would. He just 
sat on he floor and started to cry. I walked over to him and hugged him 
and kissed him on the cheek. I told him everything was gonna be ok. I 
looked at him and he looked at me and I kissed his lips. I told him to 
get his pants on and his stuff then we left the bathroom.

We got into my car and we drove to a make out point place or whatever. 
I stopped the car and we continued to make out in my back seat. Then he 
wet again. I stopped and asked him if he needed a change. He let me 
change him again, but this time he got an erection. I didn't know what 
to do and he was already embarrassed so I....I'm not a girl that 
"kisses" and tells. I cleaned him up and we started to make out again. 
This went on for a while. We drove back to his house later where his 
mom just pulled in after I did. She walked in and I went and got her to 
come out to the living room. she did and I made sure "Stan" told his 
mom about the wetting. She got so worried but she called the doctor and 
scheduled an appointment. Stan didn't tell her about the diapers, 
though. I told him to get up and he didn't want to show her his diaper 
but I pulled off his pants and his mom was happy he did something about 
it, but asked how he could fit into baby diapers. Then we noticed that 
he wet himself. She asked to change him but he did not want his mom to 
change him and he asked me to again. I did and he asked his mom to 
leave while I did it and she did. I told him that he was a good baby 
and he got a little ticked but he didn't do anything.

I left later and they went to that doctors appointment the next day. 
They found out his bladder was slightly damaged from bacteria or 
something. But if he got in any later he would have to wear diapers for 
the rest of his life. He got some antibiotics and was told to drink 
cranberry juice. He would only wet for a couple weeks, so that was 
good. The first time his mom had me babysit I told him I was over just 
to be there but he figured out I was there to babysit. Another time I 
babysat I brought a bottle and after I changed him I had him lay on my 
lap while I fed him his bottle. He was cured up in no time. Bit I 
thought I'd tell everyone about this story so you can get help while 
there's still time. so I looked up "Teens in diapers" and then I saw an 
link for infantilism, then I saw a link under that for teen babies and 
I found this site. But please people, If you are really sick and afraid 
to tell your mom or dad, swallow your pride and get cured. But sure you 
can wear diapers for fun, there's nothing wrong with that, but if your 
life is at stake, please, seek help immediately.