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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 5: The Plan is Put into Action
I must have been very tired as that Tuesday morning I didn't wake up when my alarm went off. It continued to blare till Randy was awakened by it.
"Craig will you please do something with that damn noise maker of yours!" Randy grumbled and at the same time threw one of my shoes at me, which perfectly landed on my chest with enough force to startle me awake.
Unfortunately the shoe hitting me also startled my bladder awake as well, and hot young boy urine started to flow into my pajama bottoms as the dam overflowed. I started to stop it but then realized that my bed was soaking wet from another earlier episode of bed wetting.
"Damn," I thought to myself. "I guess it doesn't matter now, maybe I can blame it on Randy for scaring me so bad." I hoped
For some reason I don't see Mom buying this excuse as my bed was way too wet for it to have been caused by only one accident; in fact I think I might have peed it more than once in my sleep considering how wet it was. Still I let my pee flow out of me and onto my bedding and felt the warm wet sensation that I liked to feel. I did this until my bladder was completely empty.
With a now empty bladder I reached over to my alarm clock on my night stand and turned off my blaring alarm. I did this while still lying in my bed with the evidence of my bedwetting still hidden under my blanket. I was hoping Randy would get up and go to the bathroom. But Randy it seems, fell back to sleep.
I quietly got out of my bed and quickly began to strip my wet bedding including my blanket and pillow as they too were soaked. I then carried it all towards the laundry room and was starting to feel lucky that there was no one up yet to notice me, that was until I ran smack into Dad in the kitchen.
"Hey sport, did you have another wetting accident?" I hung my head in shame as Dad asked me this. "Don't worry buddy you will be dry eventually. You remember how I told you that I use to wet the bed as well?" I nodded. "I didn't stop wetting until I was almost 16 years old." Dad reminded me, trying his best to make me feel better.
For some reason this morning I totally forgot about my goal. Today was supposed to be my last day I needed to be dry for my 30 day goal for my new bed. This of course was only because my parents decided to consider yesterday's bed wetting accident as a freebee and would not count it against me. So somehow I managed to forget all about my goal. That is, I didn't remember this until I ran into Dad. Now I was even more ashamed and upset with myself. I knew this time that there was no chance of calling today's accident a freebee.
I sighed as I left Dad in the kitchen and continued on my way to the laundry room where I found Mom filling the washing machine. "Good morning baby." Mom greeted me and as she took my armful of wet bedding in her arms she quickly kissed me on my forehead. "Take off your wet pajamas and give them to me to wash, then I want you to go ahead and get into the shower." She instructed.
Now as nude as I was the day I was born I made my way to the bathroom but was again stopped by Dad. "Is Randy up?'
"No he went back to sleep." I tattled on my friend.
"Okay, I guess I will have to go and dump a bucket of cold water on him this morning." Dad joked. "Well my naked little monkey, you stink pretty bad so why don't you get into the shower." Dad smiled.
I blew Dad a really wet raspberry, "Well if someone wouldn't have stopped me I would have been there already!" I shouted as I ran as quickly as I could to the bathroom and escape.
"Don't you think I won't get you back for that!" I heard Dad threatened behind me on his way to my room to get Randy up.
I am not sure what got into me this morning but I stopped, bent over giving Dad a full moon and then proceeded to blow him another kiss, but this time from my bum hole.
"Boy you should know better that to do something like that, especially being that close to me!" Dad joked as he swatted my bare bottom.
"Ouch!"
That was all the convincing I needed as I ran into the bathroom and started my morning shower.
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By the time I was out of the shower and dressed Mom had made my bed and breakfast. Unlike yesterday Mom decided to make a quick breakfast of Oatmeal and toast. Still I loved Oatmeal and rather eat it over cold cereal any day. I know Randy is one of the few people who hate Oatmeal and was not happy when it was placed in front of him.
"Come on do I have to eat this glue?" Randy asked exasperatedly while allowing a spoonful of it to fall from his raised spoon.
"Hey if you don't want it I will be more than happy to eat yours." Billi said as he made an attempt to grab his brother's bowl.
"Here, be my guest, I won't eat it!" Randy said shoving the bowl away from him.
As Billi reached to take Randy's bowl, he was stopped when Mom moved the bowl back in front of Randy. Now Randy should have known that this was coming as he has eaten at my house enough to know that Mom would make him eat it, even if she had to force feed it to him. She believed that a child should be grateful of any food put in front of him or her as there are quite a few children who go hungry everyday in this world.
"Do I really have to eat this?" Randy whined to my mom.
"Yes you do and please stop whining," Mom demanded!
I guess Randy knew he was defeated as he started to swallow spoonfuls of oatmeal. I couldn't help myself as I laughed to myself at the face that Randy was making as he shoved spoonful after spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth.
After breakfast when no-one was looking I snuck a look at my bedwetting chart and was saddened to see that Mom had marked todays date with a `W' showing I had wet my bed that morning. I also saw that yesterday also supported a `W' but underneath it was the words `Not Counted, Free Day." I also saw New Bed crossed out and I looked at the next month and saw the goal written on its new day, 30 days from now.
For some reason seeing those big `W' marks didn't bother me as much as I thought they would. I guess I must have accepted the inevitable, that I would have to restart my goal once again towards my new bed. Maybe it was the kick in my pants that I needed to put operation `Earn Diapers' into motion. If anything, the guilt I have been feeling has seemed to almost vanish. Before it felt like I was lying and cheating my way to my bed and now that I had to start over, I knew I couldn't earn my bed unfairly.
I finished getting ready for school that morning along with Billi and my friend Randy. So far that morning neither Randy nor his pain in the ass brother mentioned anything about my wetting my bed that morning. Now Billi probably didn't know, but there was a good chance that Randy did know and of course he could have told Billi though I don't think he did. When he never brought it up that morning before we left for school I figured he didn't know after all, I would find out later that this was not the case.
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"You will not believe this!" Mark exclaimed.
Mark and I like usual were sharing a seat on the school bus and Randy was sitting in the seat behind us with a kid we occasionally hung out with. Billi to mine and Mark's relief was somewhere in the back of the bus undoubtedly causing some form of mischief. As for Mark he looked like he was about to burst and I am sure if I had at that moment stuck him with a pin he would have taken off in the air, deflating like a popped balloon.
"Damn Mark, can you please take it down a 1000%, you don't have to scream you know." Mark cursed.
"What's with him this morning?" Mark questioned.
"Oh don't mind him, he is just still mad that he was forced awake then made to eat oatmeal." I explained to Mark.
"First – I was having a really cool dream before your damn blasted alarm clock woke me up and before I could get back into it your dad dragged me out of my sleeping bag. And second – it was not oatmeal, it was glue!" Randy grumbled.
"Oh okay," and just like that Mark stopped caring about what Randy's problem was and went on with his unbelievable news. "Dad got tickets to the Chicago Bulls and Detroit Pistons basketball game!"
"Boy that is unbelievable!" I exclaimed. Even Randy seemed to forget his bad mood for a moment. "So when are you and your dad going?" I asked Mark.
"This Friday!" Mark said excitedly with a huge smile on his face.
"This Friday?" I asked now feeling sad that once again my sleep over was not going to happen at least not with Mark. I then looked out the bus window as I didn't want Mark to see how disappointed I was. "I guess that is great." I told Mark trying to at least sound happy for Mark but I don't think I was succeeding very well.
When Mark did say anything right away I looked back over to him and saw a big grin was on his face. "Oh I forgot to tell you the best part." Mark paused for dramatic effect. "Dad got 6 tickets, I guess he bought them a few weeks ago, we are all going!"
"Wow you mean it?" Mark asked happily.
"Yeah Dad surprised me with them right before bed last night!" Mark said still showing a huge level of excitement.
"So who are the other two tickets for?" I asked as I knew 3 of them were for us Three Amigo's and the fourth one was for Mark's Dad. "Were not taking your mom and sister are we?"
"Don't be an idiot Craig!" Mark thumped me on my head. "One of them Craig is for your dad and the other one was supposed to be for Randy's dad." Mark explained. "and unless he gets back before the game the sixth ticket..."
Somehow I knew who the sixth ticket was going to and I was 100% right. "...is for Billi instead." And as soon as Randy and I heard this we both groaned in frustration.
Why oh why has Billi been shoved into my life so much lately. Even at Randy's I have managed at most part to avoid Billi. You know what they say about twins, one being good and the other evil? Well it is partially right. In Billi's case he definitely was the evil one. As for Randy, with us he is definitely the friendly one but other kids at school would most likely call him slightly better than his identical twin brother. As for being identical I and the many others who knew both Randy and Billi could tell them apart.
"I would rather your sister go." I grumbled with Randy's bad mood. Somehow it transferred over to me when Randy forgot and lost it.
"Cheer up Craig Dad is making sure that Billi is not sitting next to us." Mark said cheerfully.
"Well I guess as long as he is not sitting next to us that will be okay, but hopefully Randy's dad will be back before the game." I hopefully stated and both Randy and Mark agreed.
For the rest of the bus ride to school we continued to talk about the upcoming game and what we would do afterwards at my house on our sleepover together. That was one thing that Mark did make clear to me and that was as soon as the game was over he would be coming back with me and my dad for my planned sleepover. It seemed like this was going to be a great weekend too bad Billi had to be a part of it but I decided to not let him ruin it for me and my friends. Through all our discussion I never once thought about my bedwetting accident or the fact that I had to now start all over to earn my new bed.
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It wasn't until lunch recess that my bedwetting issue came up and surprisingly it was Randy who brought it up.
"Hey Craig I am sorry about your bedwetting accident last night." Randy said out of the blue.
The three of us were relaxing under the shade of a tree on the playground. It had gotten pretty hot today and the cool shade was a relief to us. I wasn't expecting this at all and it was like I had been suckered punched by Randy.
"Craig you wet your bed again?" Mark asked and before I could say anything, "but you were so close."
"Yeah I know." I admitted shamefully.
"He didn't just wet it but soaked it!" Randy loudly pointed out.
"Shhhhh, geez Randy could you be any louder?" I asked angrily. "How the hell did you know I wet and for that matter how badly I wet?" I looked worriedly at him. I mean if he knew it was possible that his brother Billi knew as well. "Wait a minute you went back to sleep when I got up this morning and removed my wet things, so when did you get a chance to see my bed?" I asked growing angrier and more worried by the second.
"Well I woke up last night to pee and I was going to get you up as well to help you not have an accident but I smelled right away that you peed yourself and when I pulled back the cover to see how bad it was I saw you soaked yourself." Randy explained.
"Why didn't you wake me up anyway?" I whined.
"Well it was pretty bad and it was close to the time to get up anyway and so I decided to let you sleep as you seemed really out of it. And of course the bed was already wet and I knew we could do nothing about it." Randy continued to explain to me.
"This sucks I was so close! I only had to be dry this morning and I would have earned my bed!" I pouted.
"Well maybe they will give you another chance like they did yesterday." Mark suggested.
"No I only got that chance because dad thought it was his fault and not mine. Plus Mom has already marked my Calendar with a `W' this morning and moved my goal of a new bed to next month." I sighed.
"Well Craig maybe it is time to put the plan in action." Mark suggested. "I mean you already messed up and what is the likelihood of staying dry for the next 30 days?"
Randy then looked at me in bewilderment then looked at Mark with that same look. I knew right away why Randy was looking at us that way. Once again I had managed to keep Randy my friend, out of the loop.
"So Craig, another secret that you failed to tell me about!" Randy practically yelled. "Are you ever going to trust me Craig?"
"I am sorry Randy, please believe me I meant to tell you yesterday but somehow it just slipped my mind, if you will calm down and not get the whole playground's attention I will tell you now."
Randy calmed down but I could still see a little anger in his eyes for once again being left out of the loop. I only could hope that he could believe me that it wasn't intentional and that he would be able to forgive me.
"As you already know, I really want to wear diapers like Mark." I looked up at Randy, "I mean even you like them too." I tried to justify my reasons. "Anyway Mark and I thought that him I allowed myself to wet the bed again every night and also have some daytime accidents like Mark then maybe my parents would want to put me back in diapers. My dad had a few months ago joked about doing it after wetting my bed then their bed a few times." I explained
"I see, so you hope that this will help you get your diapers but you didn't want to screw up your chance to earn your new bed so you were waiting until after you go it. Is this what the plan was?" Randy intuitively asked me and Mark.
"Yes that was the plan." I answered now glad that Randy no longer looked like he wanted to pound me. "Well then maybe you should do what Mark suggested." Randy agreed. "Do you have to pee now?" Randy asked me.
"Yeah I actually do, I was going to go when we went back inside." I informed Randy.
"Well then do it out here in your pants." Both Randy and Mark suggested.
I thought about it for a minute or two and wondered if the idea was a bas one. I knew what the consequences of wetting my pants at school would mean. I knew because last year I did wet my pants and someone noticed and told the teacher. I was made to go to the office and wait until my mom came with clean pair of pants and underwear. The whole thing was so embarrassing; I didn't really want to relive it. I guess Randy could see it in my eyes that I was about to back out and so he wrestled me to the ground so I was laying face down with him on top of me.
"Get off you big Oaf!" I yelled at Randy.
"Nope not going to until you wet your pants." He proclaimed.
"Well you can't make me!" I said angrily trying my best to get back up.
"You want to bet!" Randy proclaimed as he started to tickle me mercifully.
As soon as he understood what Randy was doing Mark started to tickle me as well. I tried my best to get off under Randy but found that his bigger and stronger body was no match for me. I then noticed that Randy was also right, I would not be able to keep from peeing as I felt my Bladder starting to burst.
"Please you are going to make me pee my pants." I said desperately.
"I think that is the whole point Craig." Mark said while tickle torturing me.
It wasn't much longer that the tickling I received from Randy and Mark accomplished their goal. I felt my bladder give and spill over into my underwear and quickly soaked the front of my pants.
"Stop please I am peeing!" I cried out.
"Nope not until you are done," Randy laughed.
Personally I didn't think it was funny at all. Soon my bladder emptied itself. "I am done now can I please get up?"
I was really hoping that I could hide the evidence of my pants wetting from everyone but knew that was not most likely going to be the case as the whole front of my pants were wet and even a good portion of my shirt was as well. The only chance I had was to try and dry it out with hand dryer in the bathroom. So as soon as Mark and Randy had helped me up I bolted as fast as I could towards the school hoping that no one would see me. Of course luck was not on my side. I knew now beyond a doubt that operation `Earn My Diapers' had now been started, and the plan had been put into action.
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