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 4: Craig's Disappointment

I awoke Monday morning from a good dream where I was sleeping in my new bed, where I had room to stretch out and be comfortable. I was not sure at first what had awaken me that morning from the dream but when I looked at my alarm clock I saw that I still had over three hours before I needed to get up for school. Still not sure what had awakened me I sat up in my bed and tried to find the source. That is when I noticed it and I can not see how I could have missed it as soon as I had awakened.

I was wet! No take that back, I was soaked and so was my bed! For the first time in a month (that Mom and Dad were aware of) and on the very last morning I had to be dry on, I had totally wet my bed.

"Damn it!" I thought and then started to sob.

Now I would have to start all over just when my prize was in my grasp. I peeled the soaked bedding away from my equally soaked pajamas. And started to get out of my bed when a shout scared the living crap out of me, of course that was figuratively speaking.

"What the hell!" I heard what sounded like Randy crying out. "Craig, can you please get off my hand!"

It was then that I realized that I was indeed standing on something that seemed lumpy. I immediately stepped off Randy's hand. The next couple things to happen, happened so fast that I wasn't even able to process it for several minutes. Randy's loud shout had awakened his twin brother Billi who was laying in his sleeping bag on the other side of Randy, who was also in his own sleeping bag laying next to my bed.

"Will you guys shut the Fu..."

Before Billi could complete his sentence my door was thrown opened and the light was flipped on. There in the doorway stood my dad wearing only the boxers he had been sleeping in. I was still trying to process the fact that not only was Randy in my room but so was his brother, before I could even think about Billi shouting and Dad's sudden appearance at my door. In fact it had startled me so bad that I ended up tripping over Randy and falling not only on him but his brother as well.

"What is going on in here? Is everyone okay?" Dad asked breathing hard like he had just ran in a five mile marathon.

Since I was down for the count it was Randy who spoke up. "Craig stepped on my hand and it made me shout out un-expectantly Mr. Pederson."

"And the two of them woke me up and now I got a skinny runt lying on top of me!" Billi grumbled loudly. "And from the smell of it I think he peed his bed!"

It was about now that my brain had caught up to all the sudden events. I felt my face flush with humiliation and embarrassment at what Billi just said. I knew he also would tell everyone that I wet my bed and by the end of the day I would want to change schools because I knew my name would be mud at my current one.

I guess Dad could read my mind because as he helped me back up on my feet he looked at both Randy and Billi and said, "boys please take your sleeping bags out to the living room and try to get some more sleep, you still have a few hours before you need to be up for school." And as they both did as Dad had asked he added, "Oh boys I would like to have a talk to both of you before you go to school this morning so please don't leave until we can chat."

Randy gave me a strange look before he followed his brother out to the living room. As soon as they were both gone I again burst into tears. Dad quickly closed my door and came over and hugged my soaked body, not caring that my pee got all over him.

"I am so sorry Dad! I really did try, I mean I really did! You got to believe me." I cried into his belly button.

"Shhhhh... I know... I know you did your best." Dad tried to calm me. "Don't worry sport, it wasn't your fault. I should have woke you up when you fell asleep on me at the toilet, and made you pee." Dad soothed. "We won't count it against you son, I know how hard you tried and I don't expect you to be dry overnight. I say we go ahead and act like this day never happened and we will allow tomorrow to be your 30^th day how about that buddy?" Dad asked me while stroking my head as I continued to cry.

Dad then gently reached down and picked me up so that our eyes were now at the same level. Holding me with one of his strong arms he used his thumb of his other hand to wipe the slowing tears from my face.

"Now my soggy son, how about we grab a quick shower as you stink." With that he pinched his nose and chuckled.

"I think you do too!" I said as I gave him a big pee smelling hug.

Dad chuckled and said; "I wonder why that is?" he asked trying to hide his grin. Well let's get into the shower and cleaned up, then you can crawl into bed with your mother and I until it is time to get up for school." Dad suggested. "We will worry about your bed later. Does that sound like a plan, sport?"

I nodded and he carried me to the bathroom where he proceeded to remove my wet pajamas. He then turned on the shower and got the temperature just right and after he peeled off his boxers we both climbed into the shower.

Dad quickly washed the both of us and believe it or not by the time the shower was over I was falling back to sleep. I barely remember him drying me off and then I was out like a light.

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This time I did not awaken until Mom shook me awake that morning, and darn it all if I didn't wet the bed again. It must have happened not to long before I was awakened as both Mom and Dad had already been up for a while and I must have wet sometime after they both got up.

Mom helped me out of their now wet bed and kissed me on my forehead and told me to go and take a shower. As I started the shower I felt a chill run over my bare wet chest. After my shower last night, Dad hadn't bothered to put me into clean pajamas but instead slipped a pair of my Underoos on me and put me in bed with him and Mom. So I was feeling the chilly air big time on my wet smelly skin. It felt great though when I got under that warm water and allowed the chills and the anger at my lack of control be washed away along with my boy pee.

By the time I got out of the shower Mom had not only stripped her and Dad's bed but also mine as well. Because of my tendencies of slipping into bed with my parents, Mom long ago decided to make sure their bed had a protective pad on it that kept their bed dry in the case of an accident from me. It also was machine washable as it was a fabric bed protector.

By the time I was dressed and ready for school mom had efficiently had both beds made and was starting breakfast. I decided to head out to the kitchen where I saw both Randy and Billi sitting at the table talking to each other as Dad read the morning paper and drank his morning cup of coffee.

"Hey Squirt; I hear you pissed yourself again." Billi said quietly as I passed him so that Dad could not hear him.

Boy at that moment I had a flash of anger and would have, and almost did, punch Billi in the nose. Something at the last second stopped me and I was truly glad that it did as I knew Billy would knock my lights out if I had. Instead I scowled at him and took my seat at the table. I also noticed that Randy was again looking at me in a weird way and it didn't feel like it was in a good way at all. This in itself made me a little nervous. Was my friend going to take my bedwetting problem as good as Mark had? Or would he backstab me in the sake of a joke?

I decided to try and start up a conversation with Dad as I just couldn't stand the silence any longer. "So did the `Bulls' win last night Dad?" I asked.

"Yep, they sure did. That now makes four games in the row that they have won." Dad confirmed.

We talked a little bit more about basketball and `The Chicago Bulls' and with relief, Randy and Billi quickly joined in on our discussion. Soon I forgot all about my earlier bedwetting episodes and was enjoying a conversation about sports which in truth was not something I was normally interested in. I guess I found it interesting because it took my mind off my bedwetting and the bad day I knew I was about to have. I even managed to forget all about my early morning meeting I was supposed to have with Mr. Dingdong `ahem' the Vice Principal that is.

Mom decided to do something special that morning for breakfast and instead of the normal bowl of cold or hot cereal, we had French toast and not the thin stuff either. No Mom had prepared us a plate each of French toast made with thick Texas toast. Mom had also warmed up some Maple syrup and dusted the slices of toast with powder sugar. She had of course also prepared mine the way she knew I loved it. She put peanut butter on each slice than the dusting of powdered sugar and finally drowned it with Maple syrup. It was just what a growing, hyperactive; 11 year old needed for breakfast, Sugar on top of sugar. I loved it!

Breakfast ended without incident. It seemed Mom and Dad was purposefully trying to keep the discussion away from anything to do with my bedwetting incidents this morning. It was bad enough that Randy and his twin brother knew about me wetting my bed early this morning but I was horrified when I found out that they saw and heard my mom with the wet bedding from their bed and as she explained what happened to my dad. Even my bedwetting chart that morning was not brought up and I was sure that Mom would have marked my wetting on it.

As it was almost time for the Bus and I didn't want to be late because I knew that Mrs. Filch would do as she said and leave me behind if I was late again, I got ready to walk out the door with plenty of time to spare. As Randy and Billi got their coats and book bags I could see an evil glimmer in Billi's eyes which of course brought my thoughts straight back to my bedwetting problem and how I was going to get through the day, the day of hell as people make fun of me.

As the three of us were about to walk out the door Dad stopped Randy and Billi, "Boys I do remember telling you earlier this morning that we were going to have a little chat before you go to school."

As Randy and his brother stopped before following me out the door, I as well stopped and started to come back inside. I had thought at first when he said boys that he meant me as well and I didn't want to get into trouble for disobeying him.

"Craig, you go ahead and catch your bus; I will be taking your friends to school on my way to work this morning." Dad said, he then smiled and said, "You try and have a good day will you sport."

I then ran all the way to the bus stop all the while wondering what Dad was telling Randy and his brother. "Hopefully he is threatening to kill them if they told anyone about my problem." I hoped and wished for.

At the bus stop I found Mark waiting for the bus with the other kids. Instead of approaching the line of kids I called him over to me so that we could talk more privately. Of course before I could even ask him about his grounding he excitedly asked me about when I was going to get my new bed.

"Well... you see... I, a..." All of a sudden the worry I was feeling increased by tenfold and I was afraid I was going to start bawling any minute.

"Come on Craig spit it out what happened?" But before I could even begin to answer him Mark put two and two together. "Man, don't tell me you wet your bed!"

"I did," I sighed. "But it is worse not only did I wet my bed but I also wet my parents bed as well." I was now fighting hard to hold back the tears that were trying to be released from my eyes. I didn't care if Mark sees me cry but I didn't want the others to see me as well. It was all I needed to cement in the idea that I was a cry baby who still wet his bed.

"Damn Craig you were so close, did you do it on purpose?" Mark asked curiously.

"No, I didn't mean too." I started; I hadn't yet told him the worse part. "Not only did I wet the bed twice but now Randy and his brother Billi know about my bedwetting." As I told Mark this I felt myself lose control of my tears and the floodgates opened. Once the tears started it was no use trying to stop them.

Mark very confused at what the world I was talking about, gave me a hug only a best friend could give and it made me feel slightly better. Still Mark wasn't able to keep the question he needed to know the answer to from passing his lips. "What... Huh? How?" Mark asked in confusion.

At that I began the story of what happened over this weekend. I Left the fact that Randy and his evil twin were now bunking in my room to the very end. When I finished my tale of woe Mark now knew why I was more then, a little worried.

"Well maybe Billi will grow a soul between now and the start of school." Mark suggested hopefully. "I don't think you will have to worry about Randy, Shoot he probably already knew just like I did." Mark tried to comfort me.

"I didn't get that feeling this morning as he kept eyeing me like I kept a secret he should have been a part of, from him." I said worriedly. At least my tears had finally stopped and I was doing my best to rub the evidence of my crying from my face before someone noticed. I then told him that my dad was not going to hold my accidents today against me and that we would just act like the day did not exist and so tomorrow morning was my new end day.

"Well at least you don't have to worry about starting all over again." Mark sounded upbeat, as we started to board the school bus that just stopped in front of us.

As we got on the bus and took our seats Mark informed me that his grounding was over with and as long as everything stayed quiet he couldn't see any reason why he wouldn't be able to stay over at my house this coming Friday night. Of course he wasn't too thrilled on the prospect that Billi may still be at my house this weekend. Billi has picked on Mark more than me so Mark dreaded every time he even came close to Billi.

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Mark and I didn't see Randy until he walked into our classroom a couple minutes before class started. Once again I noticed that same look I got from Randy that morning; it was plastered on his face as he passed me and sat in his seat behind me. I almost felt like he must be disgusted with me and I couldn't help but let a few tears roll down my cheeks as I thought that the once inseparable `Three Amigo's' have now been proven in my mind to be exactly that, `Separable'.

All morning I tried to talk to Randy... Tried to explain, but it seemed that he was purposefully avoiding me. I begged him to talk to me... to even scream at me if it would get him to talk to me again. In the end it was Mark who finally had it! At lunch recess he finally told Randy that if he had a problem with me being a bed-wetter than he could just forget being friends with him as he would not tolerate someone who treated their friends like that.

"I am not upset that he is a bed-wetter, I am upset that he didn't feel he could trust me enough to tell me. It is like he didn't think I could keep a secret and it makes me feel so angry!" Randy spat out.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, how could Randy make this about himself! Didn't he know that this was something I was too afraid to tell anyone. It had nothing to do with him, and now I too was angry! Without thinking or any hint of what I was about to do, I slugged Randy in the gut!

"Oomph!" Was the sound escaping from Randy's mouth as soon as I had knocked all the air out of Randy's lungs.

Of course this immediately got all the nearby kid's attention and soon all we heard was the chant "Fight... Fight... Fight... Fight."

As soon as Randy recovered from the unexpected blow that I landed on him white anger flashed in his eyes, he drew back his arm to give his fist full force so when he connected with my body it would knock my lights out. I knew that I was in for a beating and out of fear closed my eyes so that I at least wouldn't see it coming. The trouble was, Randy's fist never connected with me. Instead I heard Randy cry out of anger that than switched to fear.

"What the he..." Randy yelled in anger. "Mr. D... I mean Mr. Bell; I swear it is not what it looks like." I could hear a slight tremble in Randy's voice.

I then opened my eyes as I felt a large hand grab my shoulder. "I think it looks like exactly what it looks like." Mr. Dingdong growled as he lead Randy and I to his office, still grabbing tightly to each of our shoulders.

"Craig, I want you to sit there and wait for me." Mr. Dingdong commanded me as he pointed to a chair in the school office. "Delores, please make sure he stay put as I deal with this trouble maker!"

As Mr. Dingdong dragged Randy into his office and closed the door, the office secretary Delores kept her black eagle looking eyes glued on me, as if she expected me to get up and be mischievous. The look she gave me seemed as if it was piercing my soul and it disturbed me.

I hadn't been there long before I heard Randy shout out several times in pain. "OW! OOWW! OOOWWW! OOOOOWWWWWW! OOOOOOWWWWW, Please Mr. Bell!

By now I could tell he was crying as he screamed out and begged Mr. Bell, several more times. It wasn't long after Randy's hollering had stopped when the door to the Vice Principals office opened and Randy who was angry looking and sported red eyes as the physical evidence that he indeed been crying, looked angrily at me. As he passed me he again game me that look of what now more than ever seemed to be full of disdain and contempt for me.

When I heard my name being called out from inside the Vice Principal office, my own fear returned. I was not looking towards what Randy had just received and lucky for me Mom and Dad didn't use corporal punishment too often. This though meant that I was more fearful than ever to feel the infamous paddle on my soft boy bottom.

As I stood up from the chair I had been sitting in my legs suddenly felt wobbly and I had to reach out and grab the chair armrest to keep from collapsing right the in front of Delores.

"Boy are you coming or not? I said get your butt in here!" Mr. Dingdong said angrily.

Somehow I made it into Mr. Dingdong's Office without falling to the floor and passing out. How I accomplished this was a complete miracle. As I stood in front of the Vice Principal's large desk; piled high with folders, books, and papers, I watched him look through a thick vanilla folder. I didn't want to let Mr. Dingdong catch me staring at him as another rumor was that he hated being looked at and would paddle students just for that alone, no since I have never had the pleasure of being a guest of Mr. Dingdong's office I looked around and took it all in.

Amazingly besides the large desk the rest of the office was nice and neat. The carpet on the floor looked almost new and expensive. The walls were bare except for a few framed pictures one being the current President of the United States `Barack Obama'. There was a fancy diploma on the wall directly behind Mr. Dingdong, most likely placed there for the parents benefit as it proclaimed that Mr. Dingdong was a graduate of Boston University and held a Master's Degree in Teaching. In front of the large desk were three chairs presumably for the child in question and each of his or her parents. It was here that Mr. Dingdong pointed to.

"Craig, please take a seat while I finish going over your file." Mr. Dingdong said as he continued to look through the folder without even looking up at me.

As I waited with my clamped buttocks in fear of being struck, Mr. Dingdong continued reading over the contents of what I now knew was my file. In my fear I could feel my bladder fill and was afraid that if I didn't get out of here soon that I was going to wet my pants in front of Mr. Dingdong for the second time. Finally he appeared to be finished and put down the manila folder.

"Craig, I see you have been a very good student while here." I noticed that Mr. Dingdong did not seem as angry as he was before. "You are getting some of the best marks in all of your classes and have never been in any major trouble since you have been a student here." At this Mr. Dingdong did something I have never once saw, he smiled. "Craig I am pleased that you have been such a model student, this is what disturbs me the most that you would now try to throw it all away by getting in a fight with whom I thought was a friend." This time Mr. Dingdong had stopped smiling but was frowning instead.

"Here it comes, get ready for the brutal paddle." I thought to myself.

But then out of nowhere Mr. Dingdong did something unexpected he let me off the hook.

"Craig I think because of your spotless record I am going to let you off this once, BUT, and he put emphasis on that but. This is your one and only one get out of jail free card. Do you understand this Craig?" Asked Mr. Dingdong.

I nodded in understanding and was about to get up when Mr. Dingdong cleared his throat.

"Ahem, before you leave Craig I seem to remember that we had an appointment this morning that you seemed to attend."

At this my dread returned. I knew I for sure wasn't going to get lucky twice. This of course caused my butt muscles to start clamping again and almost made me lose control and pee my pants, even so I felt a pretty good squirt of urine escape me and wet the front of my underwear and hopefully not my jeans.

I guess Mr. Dingdong had noticed the fear in my face. "Please Craig don't get scared. I know I was pretty angry yesterday but I was afraid as I almost hit you and even though the kids around this place like to place me as this awful person, I really am not. I would never be able to forgive myself if I had hit you or injure any child for that matter. I am the disciplinarian so therefor I would not be looked at in a good light." Mr. Dingdong explained. "I just wanted to stress with you that you could have been easily killed from not paying attention and I would have been troubled by it for the rest of my life. Please make certain that you always pay more attention to things around you. Do you understand Craig?"

"Yes Nr. Dingd... I mean yes Mr. Bell." I corrected myself.

"Craig you don't think I know what students call me behind my back. I may be old but I definitely am not deaf. I actually thought it was pretty clever." Mr. Dingdong laughed.

As I left the office and headed to my class which was now back in session, I wondered if we students had been wrong about Mr. Dingdong, "No I refuse to call him that anymore. His Name is Mr. Bell!" I thought out loud to myself.

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The rest of the day I tried to apologize to Randy but it wasn't until we were headed to the bus that along with Mark's help that Randy finally broke.

"Craig I am sorry! I don't know why I have been so stupid today. I know this is no excuse but I think I have been so worried about my grandma that I have taken it out on you." Randy explained.

"I am sorry to Randy; can you please forgive me for hitting you? I begged Randy as I knew if he didn't that he may want to pay me back with the same when I was least expecting it.

"Craig, you have no reason to apologize, I deserved to be hit." Randy said understandingly.

From that point on Randy and I forgot our stupid argument though He did ask me a little about my bedwetting, like how I was able to hide it from him. When I explained to him everything I told Mark he too like Mark was shocked that his mother was in on hiding my wetting accidents. He also was very sympathetic about my unfortunate accidents this morning, which reminded me of why no one seemed to know about me being a bed wetter as I was sure by now I was going to be teased un-relentlessly. I then asked Randy what he knew about Billi not telling everyone about my wetting the bed.

"Craig, don't worry about it. Your Dad took care of it this morning." Randy informed me.

No matter how hard I tried that day, I could not get Randy to tell me exactly what Dad had told him and his brother. All Randy would tell me was that he would never make fun of me about my bedwetting problem and he could guarantee that neither would his brother Billi as well. I am not sure exactly what Dad had told them but whatever it was, it certainly kept Billi's mouth shut and as Randy promised Billi never breathed a word about my bedwetting as far as I know to anyone.

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That night as I was brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed I thought for the first time since coming home about my new bed. "I will be dry tonight." I told the boy looking at me from the mirror.

A laugh caught my attention and I looked and saw Randy staring at me in the bathroom door. "Craig you have nothing to worry about. I believe in you and you will be dry tomorrow then I can help you pick out your new bed." Randy paused for a moment. "One with pink lace and a frilly top." Randy laughed and ran towards the kitchen and safe harbor, me quick on his trail.

The rest of that evening before we had to go to bed Randy and I played in my room with my match box cars. I was happy to learn earlier that Dad was having Billi sleep in his office the rest of the time he was here. Billi was someone who could be relentless and even though he was not allowed to keep from telling anyone or teasing me openly I knew it wouldn't stop him from privately doing it. Plus I was afraid Billi would hurt me while I slept.

By the time Randy and I went to sleep at 8:30 I was pretty tired out. It was not long before both Randy and I entered the world of Dreams and Nightmares.

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