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The Three Diapered Amigo's
Book II: Craig's Battle for Diapers
Written by JD © February 2012
Warning: 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.
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Chapter 2: Randy Explains
Later that night as I was getting ready for bed, I thought about how once again I decided to not drink a lot before bedtime and had just got done emptying my bladder completely.
I was pulling on my pajama bottoms as I thought of the events earlier this evening. My mind was trying to understand why and how all my carefully laid plans for the sleepover could go so wrong in such a short period of time. I had talked to both Randy and Mark just yesterday and they both had said they would be coming. Now Mark is grounded and Randy is still missing in action. I tried calling Randy's house several times starting right after I finished my homework and up until right before Mom told me it was time for me to go to bed. Every time I called Randy's number all I got was the answering machine. As for Mark I did try to talk his mom into letting him off this once but that too ended up in failure. I had placed the call right after trying to call Randy the first time.
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"Hello."
"Hello Mrs. Taylor," I politely returned her hello.
"I am sorry Craig but Mark can't to the phone." Mrs. Taylor announced as soon as she recognized my voice. "He is grounded for the whole weekend. You will have to talk to him Monday."
"Actually Mrs. Taylor I was hoping to speak to you." I again said politely.
"Oh, what can I do for you Craig?"
"Mrs. Taylor I know that Mark was grounded this weekend but I was hoping if there might be a chance you would reconsider letting him off this one time?" I asked pleadingly. "I really have been looking forward to my sleepover all week and had everything planned out." I said hopefully.
"I understand Craig but..."
Oh I hated to hear that word, every time someone said but to me I knew it wasn't good. It was then that I knew I wasn't going to be able to change Mark's mom's mind. Still, my mind was not willing to throw in the towel just yet.
"...if I were to let Mark off his punishment he would never learn. I am sorry Craig, but the punishment stands." Mrs. Taylor finished.
"Please-please-please-pretty please, let Mark come I promise he will be good and not do it again!" I pleaded in vain.
"I am sorry Craig but the answer is no. I have to go now, I will talk to you later Craig." And with that, Mrs. Taylor hung up.
I was almost in tears when I realized for sure that our carefully laid plans have gone bust. The rest of that evening though I still tried to reach Randy and when I got his answering machine I would leave a message.
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So here I was, now pulling on my red Spiderman pajama shirt which was one of my favorite pairs of pajamas, trying to see if there is anyway I could still have the sleepover tomorrow night instead but I knew deep down that Mark's mom had made it clear that she wouldn't change her mind. Also I had no idea where Randy was and I could only assume that he too would be unavailable tomorrow night.
"Why does this always have to happen to me?" I sighed.
Now ready for bed but not tired, I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep right away. I mean who makes their kid go to bed at 8:30 on the weekend? I decided to ask Mom if she would allow me to read for a while and made my way to the living room.
"Craig, I told you to go to bed already. I will be in there shortly to tuck you in." My mother told me.
"Mom I am really not that tired can I please read a little before going to sleep?"
My mom sat in thought for a moment or two, "Okay Craig, but I want you in bed now and you can read until 9pm."
I smiled at my mom and then gave her a hug and a quick kiss on her lips, "Thank you Mom."
With that I quickly returned to my room where I picked up the latest Harry Potter book and turned to where I left off in it. I am not sure how long I had read that evening because I had fallen asleep in mid chapter. I didn't even awake when Mom came into my room to tuck me in. I would find out that when she did tuck me in she picked up my book and placed my bookmark where I had fallen asleep at and set it on my nightstand.
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When I awoke that morning I at first thought I had wet myself as I had awoken from a dream I was having with me laying in my wet bed. It took several minutes to realize that I in fact was dry, but was in desperate need to have a wee.
I jumped out of bed and bolted from my room and almost ran down my Dad as he walked out of the bathroom. "Sorry Dad!" I yelled as I entered the bathroom and without even closing the door fished out my now leaking pee-pee and sighed in content as I relieved myself.
"You okay there son?" My dad asked looking at me with a smirk on his face.
"Much better!" I said absent mindedly as I finished up, flushed the toilet, and washed my hands.
"Well I am glad to see that everything came out okay!" Dad chuckled.
"What are we having for breakfast?" I asked Dad.
On school days I would normally have a bowl of cold or hot cereal, but on weekend's mom always made a nice family breakfast.
"It looks like Belgian Waffles and sausage." Dad announced with still a sign of amusement on his face.
I liked my lips as I thought how yummy Mom's Belgian Waffles were. Dad again chuckled and with a hand on my back led me out to the kitchen where I could smell the waffles and sausage still cooking.
Mom turned around and gave me a good look and when she did I remembered how only a few moments before I had leaked a little in my pants before I was able to pull out my pee-pee and finish in the toilet. Since I forgot to look at my pajama bottoms before I came out I decided to give them a quick check and only noticed a small wet spot a little bigger than a silver dollar. It was Dad who came to my rescue.
"Honey it's my fault, I got in Craig's way and he started leaking a little before he got to the toilet."
With that piece of information Mom smiled and gave me a big hug then kissed me on the forehead. "Craig you have been doing so good, I am so proud of you."
At that mom then went to the junk drawer and peeled off a gold star from a sheet that she took from the drawer. She then brought it over to me, "Craig I am going to give you the honor of putting your gold star on your chart."
As I took the star from her I again felt the shame of the lie I was living. I wanted to scream out the truth but could not find the voice to do this. Instead I took the star over to the calendar and moved it to uncover my bedwetting chart. As I stuck the star on today's date And Dad came over and gave me a hug, I felt a lump form in my throat.
"Craig, your Mom and I are so proud of you, just two more dry nights and you will earn your new big boy bed." My Dad said as he embraced me.
That lump grew in my throat and felt that I might end up bawling in a minute. I decided that I needed to escape back to my room in order to hide my emotion from my parents until I could get control over them.
"I am going to change, be back in a few minutes." I said as I ran out of the kitchen and towards my room.
Once in my room I was able to compose myself while changing out of my Spiderman PJ's and into my clothes for the day. By the time I was back out in the kitchen enjoying my breakfast with my parents I was no longer thinking of the lie that was eating me alive.
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It was not long that evening after dinner that Mom came and got me to let me know I had a phone call. I had been playing with my cars and toys and was trying to have fun but was failing miserably. I kept wishing my friends were here with me. In fact that whole day I had moped around the house getting more depressed after every time I tried to call Randy and getting only his answering machine. Finally I went to my room and tried to entertain myself which I was doing when Mom came and got me.
"Honey you got a phone call, I think it is your friend Randy."
As soon as Mom let me know Randy was on the phone I took off and made a beeline to the phone in the living room.
I picked up the receiver and almost shouted, "Randy is that you?"
"Hey man, don't blow my eardrum out will ya!" Randy complained.
I was so happy to hear Randy's voice that I didn't even register what he was saying and continued screaming into the receiver. "Randy where have you been I have been trying to call you!" I screamed again.
This time I got my Dad's attention, "Craig I am sure Randy would appreciate it if you stop screaming into the phone and your mother and I would definitely appreciate it if you took down several notches."
With Dad's request in mind I apologized to both Randy and my parents in a more normal volume. "Sorry."
"Hey don't worry man. Anyway just to let you know I have wanted to call you since yesterday, but Mom wouldn't let me as it was long distance and the phone belonged to my Grandma."
"Your Grandma? Is that where you have been since yesterday?" I asked.
"Actually I have been here since right after school Thursday." Randy Corrected me.
It took me a minute or two to let Randy's words sink in but when they finally did, I almost yelled into the receiver again. Luckily I thought twice as I was sure my father wouldn't be too happy.
"So you are still there?" I asked Randy.
"Yeah I am sorry dude but I am probably going to be here for the next few days or longer." Randy apologized to me.
"Man that really blows!" I said disappointedly. "So you are going to be back home by this next weekend right?" I asked almost in a whiny voice.
I didn't notice it right away but Dad was trying to get my attention and it took him clearing his throat for me to look at him. As I saw him give me a, "you better watch out mister kind of stare." I then realized that he was upset with the way I worded my disappointment with the `really blows statement'.
"Sorry Dad," I said apologetically.
"So what's going on?" I asked as I once again turned my attention to the phone and Randy.
"My Grandma had a stroke because Mom and Dad couldn't get a sitter at the last moment they decided to bring me and Billi with them." Randy explained.
"I bet you Billi has been a pain in the a..." I was about to say the dreaded four letter word when Dad once again cleared his throat and I caught myself before finishing the word, which if I had, would have earned me a trip to the bathroom to have my mouth washed out with soap. "...I mean, you must have been having a peachy time with Billi" I said with as much sarcasm I could muster.
I heard Randy laugh on the phone as he realized what I had been about to say. "Actually Billi has been on his best behavior while at Grandma's."
"Wow! That must be a first for Billi." I said truly amazed.
"Yeah it probably is," Randy agreed with me. "He is probably trying to get on Mom and Dad's good side because he wants something. "Anyway Mom finally allowed me to use her cell phone tonight. Earlier she had called our house to check the phone messages and found that you had left several. As soon as Grandma is out of the hospital Dad is going to bring us back home but Mom will be staying at Grandmas until she is back up on her feet. The way it looks, Grandma should be out of the hospital by the latest next Thursday or Friday." Randy finished.
"Well okay, but you are going to be behind in your school work that is for certain."
"At least I don't have to be stuck at school like yourself." Randy joked.
I talked to Randy for a little longer and he promised me that if he was back at home he would definitely come over next weekend for a sleepover. He even apologized to me for not making it this weekend.
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Later that evening after I had got ready for bed, this time in my Batman Pajamas, I once again made sure my bladder was drained before heading off to bed. I had once again asked if I could read a while and after promising to get in bed and put my book up by 9pm that I could read. So I crawled into bed and grabbed my Harry Potter book off the night stand and finished my chapter I had started last night before my eyelids became heavy with sleep. With the chapter finished I bookmarked my place and set the book on my stand and went to sleep. Like last night I didn't wake up when both Mom and Dad came in to kiss me goodnight.
That night I dreamed of my new big boy bed. It was embarrassing that I still slept in a toddler bed when both Mark and Randy had Twin size beds like most kids our age. I guess because of my bedwetting and my size my parents never thought too much about it until a few months ago when I started to ask for a big boy bed as they put it.
Later on that night I dreamed of diapers, not just one or two or even a few, no I dreamed of fields of diapers. During this dream I smiled in my sleep.
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