Copyright © 2013 by JD

 

Authors Note: This story you are about to read is one of emotions. I have laughed, got angry, cried, and even depressed while writing this story! Most of all, I enjoyed writing it. I hope you the reader will enjoy it as much as I did. For those who would like to email me, you can reach me at johndazel@hotmail.com. Please remember that if you like the stories here on Nifty to donate whatever you can to help keep this wonderful site up and running.

 

Now on to my generic disclaimer!-

 

The story you are about to read contains diaper use, violence, adult language and strong sexual content. The following is evil, illegal, should be banned, and all that other blah, blah, blah. If reading a coming of age story of self-discovery about pre-adolescent and adolescent boys that wet their beds, wear diapers, and explore their awakening sexuality with each other does not tickle your pickle (or if the law in your area says that pickle tickling is illegal) then don't read it.

 

 

Chapter 20: Sunday November 24^th, 2013 – Sometime that morning

 

At least I got a little privacy when the nurse changed my diaper, as Mrs. Jackson escorted Adam out of the room before she began. "We will be back as soon as she is done." Mrs. Jackson said over her shoulder before closing the door behind her.

 

Embarrassed but also strangely curious, I watched as the nurse went over to a cart she had wheeled in and put on a pair of gloves. I noticed that this cart was filled with an assortment of what obviously looked like diapers and supplies. Interested in all those diapers and what she was doing, I watched closely as she got everything ready. She then went to work on pulling the tapes off. It didn't take me long to see the differences between a baby diaper and the one I was wearing. First of all, it was green and not white. It also had no designs like most baby diapers I have seen; instead it was just that solid green color. There was the obvious fact that it was slightly larger and finally, instead of one tape on each side, there were two!

 

It was also very obvious that I not only messed it but that I had also wet it. This was because how bloated it was. Before the nurse pulled back the front of the diaper to expose my little guy; I found myself fighting a strong urge to reach down and feel the front of that very full diaper! I couldn't understand why I so badly wanted to do this. I couldn't help wondering if I was sick in the head or something. When she did pull back the front, a chill came across me as my wet skin came in contact with the air in the room. Then, just as if I were a baby, the nurse lifted up my one skinny leg as the other one was already lifted and in the sling. She lifted it up in the air by grasping my good ankle with one of her hands which were strangely large looking. As my butt was pulled up and away from my messy diaper, I could feel as she used it to clean as much of my poop off my backside that she could. Setting the diaper to the side, she then began to use wipes to finish cleaning me up. Eventually after the use of several wipes she carefully laid me back down.

 

As I saw the nurse unfold another one of those green diapers; I found that a weird and mysterious feeling of elation cropped up in me. A very big part of me desired to have that diaper put around my loins. In fact I was even looking forward to when I wet it the first time and would be able to actually feel the experience, as it happened. Then there was a smaller part that was the normal boy in me. This part rejected those other feelings and demeaned myself for even having them. It made me feel bad about myself and made me worried as well to what others might think when they found out that I was wearing a diaper when I didn't need it. I guess that was the reason in the end why it was the part that won out.

 

"Ma'am, I really don't need to wear a diaper now that I'm awake." I informed her.

 

The nurse paused and gave me a thoughtful look. "Jamie, I don't think you realize how seriously you are hurt right now. When you hit your head yesterday..."

 

"YESTERDAY!" My mind screamed. This was first time I realized exactly how long I had been out and in the hospital.

 

"...you not only got a serious lump, but you also cracked your skull slightly and received a pretty serious concussion in the process." The nurse continued. "You also re-twisted your ankle so severely that it seems you now have caused a hairline fracture to appear in your ankle. Oh... and the doctor wants you off of it for the next few days."

 

Magically, it wasn't until the nurse pointed out my ankle that I suddenly actually saw it there in the sling unlike earlier when it was sort of pointed out. I also hadn't felt any pain there until the nurse mentioned it. Boy, you could surely call that a case of pain induced by suggestion!

 

"But can't I just let you guys know when I have to go, then someone can help me to the toilet." I asked though that other part of me, the part that wanted the diaper, was secretly hoping I would lose this argument!

 

"Jamie, you don't understand. You are being heavily medicated and because of this, you will probably be out most of the time. Please understand, it doesn't mean you are a baby. It just means that temporarily, you don't have the full ability to control yourself." She insisted.

 

What she said did make sense but that small part was very stubborn and wasn't about to give up.

 

"Well how about this, while I am awake you let me go without one and when I do sleep I will wear one then?" I asked trying bargain with her.

 

The nurse pursed her lips and I could see that she really didn't think this was a good idea. But when she finally sighed, I knew I had won. Of course that part of me that wanted that diaper screamed at me.

 

"You stupid idiot! You almost had it on!" My brain argued.

 

She put the diaper back on the cart that she had grabbed it from. My eyes followed it all the way back, wishing that there was still some way some how to get myself back into a diaper.

 

"Okay, we will try it your way. Please use the call button to let us know if you need to be taken to the bathroom, please don't wait until the last moment as we may not be able to get to you right away." She explained. It was almost as if she knew me personally and my bad habit of usually waiting too long. "Do you need to use the bathroom now while I am here?" She asked as she gathered up the supplies and rolled my used diaper in a ball and put it into the waste bin attached to the cart.

 

Truthfully, I felt empty and figured that I probably had gone in the diaper recently. Still, I decided to make sure and nodded my head. "Yeah, I probably should try." I told her.

 

"Okay, I am going to get a male Nurses aid (The new term for an orderly.) to help you." She explained.

 

Before leaving me to get someone to help me to the bathroom, she recovered my naked body. Not only did it feel nice to have the warmth of the covers, but it was also nice to not be exposed to anyone who might enter the room. She then left with the cart, leaving my room door opened.

 

Adam must have saw her leave and thought it was okay to come back in, because no sooner had she left then he walked into the room. And at first I was happy to see him as he was a familiar face.

 

"Boy Jamie; that must have been embarrassing! I don't remember the last time I pooped myself." He then shuddered "And then to have to have some stranger help you clean up!"

 

His chosen topic wasn't exactly the one that I really wanted to talk about right then. If I thought that was bad, the next question he asked really blew me away. "So, how did it feel?"

 

My face turned deep red suddenly as he asked this, as I knew exactly what he meant. Probably because of my own fascination just recently with the diaper I had been wearing.

 

"Oh man, are you pooping!" He suddenly asked as he must have misunderstood my embarrassment, for the need to poop; at least I assumed that was the case. Whatever the reason was that he asked it, I became even redder. "Man! You are, aren't you?!" He said in awe.

 

I tried my best to deny it but I found that every time I tried, I couldn't get it out. I guess I must have looked very strange at that moment.

 

Adam being an inquisitive young boy seemed completely oblivious to my discomfort and kept asking me if I was done pooping yet!

 

At that moment a man in a green hospital outfit entered the room and I was suddenly grateful. Well that was until Adam said what he did to the guy.

 

"You're just in time! He's starting to poop again!" He said excitedly to the stranger not realizing how much it was embarrassing me! "See how red his face is!" He continued.

 

I could see the guy suppress a smile. And boy did I wish it ended there as I so badly wished I could turn invisible. It was at this moment when Mrs. Jackson showed back up in the room.

 

"ADAM!" She hollered at him. "What do I have to do, put a collar around your neck and lead you around with a leash?" She snapped at him.

 

"But Mom..." He didn't get to finish.

 

"Don't but Mom me!" She interrupted him. "I told you to stay put in the waiting room until I got back!" She said very angrily. "Instead I come back to find that you are gone and instead here!" She added.

 

"But Mom, I just wanted to come back and talk to Jamie!" He whined.

 

Adam should have seen it, I surely did! Shoot, I could even tell that the orderly had seen it. I watched as Mrs. Jackson's nose flared like that of a racehorse before a race, and I was sure I could see the vein throbbing on her temple as she flew in a rage and grabbed Adam kicking and screaming and dragged him from the room. I had at times been bad enough to warrant a spanking from my mother, so I was pretty sure of the signs and I would put money on the fact that Adam was about to get his butt tanned! I really felt sorry for the guy, but at least it got him out of the room and allowed me to recover a little of my dignity. Of course that was short lived as I was about to be exposed in what God gave me in front of this stranger!

 

As soon as Adam and his mom were gone, the orderly turned his attention back to me. "I hear you need a little help to go to the bathroom." The orderly said as he lowered the rail on one side of my hospital bed.

 

I nodded my head and whispered, "Yeah I guess I do."

 

"Don't worry about what the boy said, I am sure he didn't mean to embarrass you." He tried to convince me. I mumbled something in return and the matter was then dropped. "Okay little guy, I am going to carry you to the bathroom and wait until your done and then carry back to bed, is this okay?" He asked me.

 

I wasn't sure I wanted to be carried like that, but then I remembered how sore my ankle was. "I guess so." I whispered.

 

The orderly then pulled back my coverings and exposed my nude little body once again. Then as carefully as he could, he removed my broken ankle from the sling. Even with the cast, the movement seemed to hurt a little, but not much. He then picked me up as if cradling a baby and carried me to the toilet where he sat me down carefully. I was very glad that the guy was nice enough to shut the door and wait outside until I was done. I mean I really was pee shy and didn't like to poop in front of anyone! He did instruct me not to try and get up on my own and let him know when I was done and he would move me.

 

I really tried my best to go but no matter what, I wasn't able to produce anything except for a short burst of pee. This was what I was afraid of; I had already done everything in the diaper!

 

When I came to the conclusion that I did all I could do, I flushed the toilet and hollered out for the guy that I was done. He then came back in and carried me back to my bed, where the nurse who had cleaned me up from my messy diaper, was waiting for me with one of those open in the back hospital gowns. She had the guy support me and help me stand so that she could put it on me easier and then I was laid back down in bed and recovered. My broken ankle was then carefully put back into its sling.

 

Now clean and my nudity recovered, I was starting to feel much better.

 

"Would you like me to tell your guest that you are ready for them?" She asked me kindly.

 

I couldn't help wondering if while I was on the pot, if the orderly told her what transpired between me and Adam a few minutes ago.

 

At first I was not sure if I was really ready to be around Adam again. But after considering it for a moment, I decided it was okay. Besides, who knows, I might have said and acted the same way if I were in Adam's place. I have done some pretty stupid things in the past, even for an 11 year old! So I kinda understood and anyway, I was sure that he could use some friendly talk after what probably just happened to him.

 

Mrs. Jackson and Adam returned about 5 minutes later and I could tell from his red eyes that Adam had definitely been crying! I decided to be nice and not ask him anything about it.

 

Mrs. Jackson didn't say much and since she still looked very upset, I didn't really engage her in conversation. Instead while she sat in the chair next to me reading a magazine, Adam and I talked about a slew of things that boys our age loved to talk about, especially video games.

 

You know, over that next hour or so, I learned more about Adam then I had in the whole time that I known him. I learned about his early childhood, how many times he had to go to the hospital, about the types of books he liked to read (that is when he read at all.), and all about his school life. It really surprised me that he not only had a girlfriend at school, but two! Shoot, I felt jealous as I didn't even have one yet. In fact I had only recently even become interested in girls! I found out that even though he was bigger than some of the kids in his class, he still was picked on a lot by them. It seemed he was a ladies man but when it came to the boys, he didn't get along at all with them as he refused to go along with the way they wanted to do things. Because of this, he was labeled different and some of his peers made fun of him because he liked to hang with the girls! Then again, maybe it was just jealousy!

 

Anyway, that was what we did during this time. Never once did anyone bring up my mother and I continued to mentally block it as I did not want to remember it! For the time being, I enjoyed the fact that for now, I was not ... All Alone!