The Three Diapered Amigo's
Book I: The Beginning
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Chapter 1: My Best Friends!
Hi, my name is Craig and this is my story.
I have two best friends, Randy and Mark. We met each other in kindergarten, well actually we started hanging out in preschool, but we didn't become the good friends we are today until we were in kindergarten; we have been best friends ever since then. Five years have passed since we we're in kindergarten together and the three of us are now in Fifth Grade. Randy and I just recently turned eleven and Mark is ten years old. Because of how close we three are, we are like the three amigo's, at least that is what our parents and teachers have nicknamed us.
The adults in our lives may say that at times we can be real hellions but for the most part we are pretty good kids who do as they are told. Well maybe there are sometimes when Randy can get a little bossy with some of the other kids but I think that has a lot to do with his pain-in-the ass twin brother.
Please don't get me started on Billi and for those who think I don't know how to spell Billy, please know that I do know how to spell. For some reason his parents named him Billi with an `i' instead of a `y'. You might think that he gets picked on a lot about his name but trust me, no one in their right mind would even attempt it. If they did, they would most likely have their face rearranged for them! Even I don't dare to mess with Billi! I really want to live to see my 12th birthday!
Anyway, the three of us are almost always together. It wasn't uncommon for us to all be at one of our houses playing or even for dinner. In fact, almost every weekend we get together and spend the night at one of our houses. Like I said we are great friends!
The town we live in is a small one outside of the Chicago area, so I think you can understand what I mean when I say that everyone pretty much knows everyone in town. I have to say I really like the town we live in and everyone for the most part are friendly and nice to us kids. In fact, an older couple around the block from me has many times invited the three of us into their home for milk and cookies and in the summer, glasses of cold lemonade.
Now you would think that because of how good of friends we were that we would have no secrets from each other... this is not the case. For years I have been hiding a secret from both Randy and Mark. A secret that some may think would be impossible to hide but with lots of help, I was able to do just that. The thing is, I would have never been able to guess that I wasn't the only one of us hiding a secret, but I was about to find out just that!
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Chapter 2: Where is Mark?
One day at school during morning recess, Randy and I were waiting in our favorite spot for Mark. Recess was about over and he had yet to show up and neither of us could figure out why. I scanned the playground looking for Mark's face but wasn't having any luck spotting him and was starting to worry a little.
Getting more worried by the minute, I looked over at Randy who seemed to also look worried. I finally broke the silence that had been going on between us since almost the beginning of recess.
"Where is Mark?" I asked him.
He shook his head, "I don't know. He was in class today." he said; his worry was very noticeable in his voice.
I gave Randy a look that showed my sudden agitation. "Damn it Randy I'm not blind for god sakes! I was there too so I know he was in class!" I snapped at him.
"You don't have to bite my head off!" Randy growled. "I'm just as worried about him as you are."
"I am sorry Randy; I didn't mean to snap at you like that." I apologized.
"That's okay, I understand. If I hadn't I would have probably knocked your block off." Randy said understandably.
I was starting to get impatient just waiting here and the worry I was feeling was making me want to go out and search for Mark. Besides, I was really hoping we would have some time to play together before recess was over but that was starting to look very unlikely.
"Maybe something happened and I am getting tired of just waiting here, let's go look for him." I suggested.
Randy and I looked for him all over the playground but we could not find Mark anywhere. As Recess was coming close to an end, my worry just only increased.
As we continued to look for Mark, we were spotted by the teacher who was assigned as the recess monitor. He saw us as well and I am not sure if it was because he saw the worry in our face or if it was something else, but he started to head our way. As he approached us, I let Randy know and we met the adult half way.
The teacher knew the three of us very well and had obviously noticed that Mark was not with us as usual.
"So where is your buddy Mark at today?" He asked me and Randy.
Still worried I quickly explained what Randy and I had been doing.
"We have looked everywhere; we have no idea where he is." My normal high pitch voice seemed to be even higher pitch than normal, obviously due to my worrying. "And recess is almost over!"
"Thanks for reminding me about that." The teacher stated and smiled at me.
Looking at his watch, the teacher then took out his whistle and blew it before yelling out to those on the playground, that it was time to go inside. Before heading towards the school entrance himself he told us it was time to head back inside as well.
"I am sure if Mark isn't out here than he is already inside." The teacher advised us assuredly.
Not far from the school entrance and before we left the playground and headed inside, Randy looked around one last time and that is when he finally saw Mark running towards us and the school entrance.
"Hey, look Craig, there's Mark."
"Where?" I asked looking towards the direction that Randy was pointing in.
After a few minutes scanning, I also saw Mark heading our way.
"Hey Mark!" Randy yelled out while at the same time ignoring the question I just asked.
Of course I really didn't need him to answer the obvious.
I was finally feeling relieved as Mark got closer to us. I could also see that Randy no longer worked worried as well though I could see a little irritation on his face due to being stood up all recess.
"Buddy, where have you been?" I asked Mark as he approached.
Instead of the normal, happy, hyper active and bubbling with enthusiasm 10 year old, we were shocked by not only the fear in his face but also by what he said to us.
"Go away, leave me alone!" Mark shouted at us and started to pass us on his way inside.
"What... why?" I asked as I was totally confused by Mark's hostile words.
It didn't matter what I said though as Mark didn't stick around to listen to me. He instead continued running away from us and making a direct beeline for the school entrance.
Randy and I looked at each other and shrugged and without saying a word to each other, we decided to run after him and try to ask him again.
When we reached him, I again tried to ask Mark what was wrong.
"I said go away and leave me alone!" Mark again shouted at us as he again started walking away from us like he hated everything about us.
This was definitely strange for Mark and I was starting to wonder if he got beat up or something during recess and for some reason is blaming us for not being there to help back him up. My thoughts immediately went to Randy's twin brother Billi.
"Do you think that Billi beat him up during recess?" I asked him.
"Naw, Billy got in trouble yesterday and has to spend recess time inside all day today." Randy responded shaking his head. "Maybe someone else got him?" He suggested.
"I don't know. Who else would want to pick on Mark besides your brother and his goons?" I asked.
"Well, I would have to say Billi's goons are a good start."
I nodded my head in agreement but wasn't so sure as I realized that I didn't see any sign on Mark that he indeed had been beat up.
"You know, now thinking about it, Mark didn't look like he had been beat up." I informed Randy.
"Yeah, I guess you're right; it must be something else." Randy said in thought. Randy then looked at me strangely and added, "He did act a little weird at the bus stop this morning." he reminded me.
I could see that Mark had stopped in the hall and was just standing there. It was then that we both noticed Mark had started to cry. Randy and I now knew for sure that something was terribly upsetting Mark and we wanted to desperately help our friend with whatever was bothering him.
We again caught up with Mark.
"What's going on buddy?" I again asked Mark and letting him know by the tone of my voice that I wasn't about to give up that easy.
I tried to put my arm around him in friendly support but he just pushed me away.
"Nothing! Please, just leave me alone."
This time Mark's voice had almost a begging and pleading tone to it and since we were inside the school and we didn't want to embarrass Mark over his crying, so Randy and I decided to drop it, for now.
When we entered our class room I watched as Mark went straight to his desk and put his head down on top of it. I knew that something really bad was bothering him and I really wanted to help him with whatever his problem was, but knew until he told me, that there was nothing I could do for him except reassure him that I was his friend and always will be.
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Chapter 3: Mark's Secret!
The rest of the morning I tried to figure out what was going on with Mark and even though he was doing a pretty good job at hiding from the class and our teacher, whatever that was bothering him earlier, I knew him well enough to still recognize the hidden pain on his face.
Later that day during lunch and still concerned about my friend, I went up to Mark and sat down with my lunch tray next to him. I was hoping that maybe he would finally be ready and willing to let me know what was bothering him so bad.
"Mark, please tell me what is going on, you know you can tell me anything?" I asked compassionately.
His eyes gave me a steely and sharp look as I sat down next to him and as I once again asked him what was bothering him, they just flared up in an anger that I had never seen Mark have before as he suddenly exploded at me.
"NO! I told you guys earlier to just leave me alone!" Mark shouted loud enough to capture the attention of some of the other students in the lunch room.
I could tell that this wasn't what he had intended and all the anger that was in him a moment ago, changed into something else... Mark was completely petrified that he now had the attention of so many other students and I could see as he stood up from his seat that he was having trouble deciding whether to stay or flee. I figured that maybe it was time for a different approach to all of this and decided to be a little more forceful with my friend in hopes that it would snap him out of whatever this was. So, I reached out and grabbed his wrist before he could run for safety, or in this case, once again run away from whatever was eating him up today so bad that it had him lashing out at his best friends!
"Mark, please sit down!" I said sternly to him, and surprisingly in his current state of mind, he did as I commanded and sat back down on the bench.
Still holding onto his wrist in fear that he would change his mind, I again asked him what was wrong. Luckily by now, everyone had gone back to what they were doing and was no longer interested in what we were talking about. I watched as I saw Mark tear up and start to cry silently into his lunch tray. Not bearing to see my friend cry I pulled him closer to me and hugged him while letting him cry into my shirt. I knew my Chicago Bulls t-shirt was going to end up being covered with my friend's snot, but at this moment, my friend was more important than a little snot on my shirt.
It took him a few minutes but when Mark had finally stopped crying he straightened back up and looked at me. Still sniffling a little he finally seemed ready to talk.
"Sorry about getting snot all over your shirt Craig." He apologized and then used his napkin to blow his nose.
Figuring he was now ready to finally tell me what was bothering him I asked him worriedly, "Mark can you please tell me what is wrong, you are starting to scare me and I am afraid you no longer trust me." I told him.
Several minutes went by and I was starting to get the feeling that Mark was again going to refuse to tell me what was bothering him. I again began to worry for my dear friend, one that I had secretly been having feelings for; feelings that were definitely more than friendship. I had just recently started to realize I was having these strange feelings for Mark and wasn't sure I really understood them, so I chose to hide them from everyone and tried my best to bury them deep inside of me. The problem was, in times like this, seeing Mark so vulnerable, I felt those feelings float all the way up inside of me and get lodged into my throat. In fact, it wasn't until Mark reached up and wiped away a tear that was rolling down my cheek that I even noticed that I too had been crying. In that moment, I don't know why for sure but I felt closer to Mark then I have ever felt before. It was like we were sharing a moment that was deeper than any that friendship brought.
"You really mean it do you?" Mark asked me softly.
Not knowing for sure what he was talking about I just shrugged my shoulders and said, "Huh?"
I guess I was still too wrapped up in the moment as I stared into Mark's dazzling and piercing sapphire blue eyes.
For the first time that day I saw a smile form on Mark's delicate and beautiful face. He let out a light chuckle before speaking.
"You bonehead, I was just saying that you really mean it when you say I am your friend and that I can tell you anything?"
As he finished his question I watched as his smile started to get a look of uncertainty.
Not wanting to end up back at square one, I returned Marks smile with one of my own.
"Always buddy! Where are we if we don't have each other to count on?" I said this as I flung my arm over his shoulder and pulled his head down to my chest and gave him a noogie.
"Hey stop it; you will mess up my hair!" Mark laughingly complained.
I laughed, "Are you sure that was me, I swear to you that it has looked terrible all day. Like your hair had been in a blender but don't worry, I fixed it for you." I joked with him
He laughed a little then sighed as if he still had the world sitting on his shoulders.
Letting him go I took a breath before I once again tried to find out what was making Mark so unhappy.
"So can you tell me yet what has been wrong today?" I asked, hoping this time Mark would open up to me.
Mark then quickly looked around us and all I could guess was that he was looking to see if Randy or anyone else for that matter was not around.
He then moved closer to me, "Will you promise me you won't go telling Randy?" Mark asked me in barely a whisper.
At that moment I would have promised the world to help out my friend. "I promise, but why don't you want me go telling Randy?" I asked confused that he would want to keep something from our friend.
"Because, I don't want the whole school to know about it." He again said in a whisper. "Say, where is Randy?" Mark then asked me.
"Oh, he had to go to the principal's office." I quickly responded as I wanted to know what was so secret that I couldn't even tell Randy about it. "Well are you going to tell me or not?" I asked a little impatiently.
"Ok I will tell you. Well um... I um... promise me you won't laugh?"
"I won't laugh. I promise, so what's going on?" I asked, curious to finally know what it was that has been on Mark's mind all day and making him feel like he has.
"Well... um... I... um... I can't!" Mark stated as his face started to turn bright red with embarrassment.
"Sure you can Mark, you can tell me anything. Look, I promise I won't tell Randy and I won't laugh." I again promised Mark though I was still curious as to why he would tell me and not Randy.
"Ok, here goes, well I wore... I mean I had to a... I had to wear a d... d... diaper today." Mark struggled, finally getting it all out.
Instantly curious and wondering why Mark had to wear a diaper I asked, "Why Mark?"
"Because I... um... I... uh... wet my bed last night and I also peed my pants yesterday." Mark said as new tears started to roll down his face.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, so I thought just maybe I heard wrong but looking at his face I knew it to be true. I was completely confused by this sudden omission from Mark.
"Craig, did you hear me?" Mark asked pleadingly.
Still not completely clicking with me, I nodded my head and asked, "So your mom is making you wear diapers today?"
Mark nodded his head slightly, letting me know that his Mom had indeed made him wear a diaper today.
"Wow!" I thought to myself. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was Mark saying that he not only was a bed wetter but also a pants wetter?
My first thought then was, "How could he have hid it from both Randy and me all this time?" Then my second thought was, "He wasn't the only one who had been able to hide something like that from his friends."
I guess I was spacing out as it took Mark stabbing me with his finger to bring me back.
"Hey Craig, is there anyone home? The lights look like they are all on but it looks like no one might be home." He laughed a little but he also sounded worried that he might have freaked me out.
"Sorry, I was just thinking. So you are really wearing a diaper?" I asked again.
Mark gave me a stern quickly shushed me as I guess I had gotten a little loud for his taste. "Damn it Craig, do you have to be so loud? And yes for the umpteenth time, Mom made me wear a diaper today to school. I am wearing it right now."
Sounding more excited then I ought to have been, I asked, "Can I see it?"
Once again Mark gave me a stern look for getting so loud; he then looked around the lunch room. There was no one near us and we pretty much had the whole back of the lunch room at the moment to ourselves.
"Okay, but you have to promise not to laugh." He said in a very stern like voice but at the same time I could hear a hint of excitement as well, which confused me a little.
I watched as he pulled the front of his sweat pants down far enough to expose what looked to be like a very wet GoodNite. All of a sudden I felt something deep down inside me, something that I had been trying to not only hide from my friends and family, but also myself. And no it wasn't what I was talking about before, this was something else that until that very moment, I wasn't even really sure it even existed.
The gleam in my eyes must have startled Mark as he quickly recovered his diaper.
"I guess you want to make fun of me now!" Mark stated as he started to look as if he was going to start crying again.
"No... Hell no... Mark you got to believe me! I would never tell a soul; I mean it just surprised me is all." I assured him. "It looks pretty wet; maybe you should change it before it leaks." I suggested in the kindest voice I had.
"I will, right after lunch."
For a few minutes neither of us said anything as we sat in silence and ate our lunch. Then out of the blue another thought hit me.
"Hey Mark, I may be wrong to bring this up, but why did you wet it instead of using the school bathroom?" I asked. "I mean, it is a GoodNite, which can be easily lowered and raised back up again."
I then got a worried look that I was sure was very obvious on my face but suddenly a thought occurred to me and yes even 11 year olds can sometimes see things clearly, especially when it comes to their best friend in the whole world! My epiphany was that maybe Mark's accidents were not really accidents at all or at least a good portion of them weren't. My gut was telling me that Mark was faking accidents to stay in diapers but only on his terms! Of course this might not be the case and was a very long shot to go on my gut feeling, but deep down I was hoping it was true. Don't ask me why I was hoping this was the case, at least not yet. All I know was that I wanted him to affirm my theory.
"Mark, are you really having problems with controlling your pee?" I asked.
I was overwhelmed when he nodded his head. "Sometimes I do." He shyly admitted.
Without thinking first, I blurted out my next question, luckily I had sense enough to at least not shout it. "So, did you actually pee yourself at recess?" I asked, wondering if that was the reason he was so upset.
Mark started to look very nervous after I asked him about using his GoodNite. Then he got a look of determination on his face.
"Craig, can I trust you, I mean really, really, trust you?" Mark asked pleadingly.
"Yes Mark, you can trust me. What is it?" I assured him.
"Well, I um... I um... I-kind-of-like-to-wear-diapers." Mark let out in one big gush as his face turned even brighter red then before.
Not knowing what to say for sure, I asked what most kids would ask in a similar situation.
"Why?" I was really hoping he had the answer, as I really wanted to know for my own reasons.
"Well, I um... I have been wearing them since I was six years old here and there. At first it was because I needed them. Then one day something just clicked and ever since, I just like the idea of peeing and pooping in diapers." Mark explained to me quietly so that no one else could over hear us. "So I continued to have enough `accidents' to keep me in them from time to time. Sometimes they are real accidents but most of the time, I just decide to go in my pants. A while back Mom told me if I end up peeing or pooping myself during the day I would have to wear a diaper until I can stay dry and clean for a whole day. If I wet my bed at night I have to wear a diaper to bed until I am dry."
I found I was starting to become engrossed in what Mark was telling me. It was like he had me by the reigns and was not about to let me go; though at that moment, I would have followed him anywhere, willingly.
I listened as Mark continued his story.
"Well I have gotten pretty good at planning my so called accidents, that is, when I want to have them. In the past Mom never made me wear a diaper to school when I did wet or poop myself the day before. Well yesterday I was outside playing and didn't even notice that I had peed my pants until Mom came out to get me for dinner. On top of that I had already pooped and peed my pants on purpose on the way home from school after we went our separate ways. I guess because of this she decided that I needed to wear a diaper to school. All day today I have been so scared that everyone was going to find out. Mom also told me that I will have to wear them every day until she thought I was capable of keeping my pants clean and dry. Then while out during recess this morning waiting for you guys, without even thinking about it, I just stood there and peed into my diaper. It wasn't until I felt the wetness build that I even noticed what I was doing. I was just so ashamed at what I did; I just couldn't face you guys. I didn't mean to do it but it wasn't 100% an accident either, I am just so use to going in a diaper when I have one on that I didn't really think about it. There was no way I could let you guys find out, so I hid from you and everyone else all recess." As Mark said this he looked into my eyes for understanding.
"Okay I guess that explains why you were so upset and I would have to admit if I had been in your place, I would have probably reacted the same as you." I said showing that I did understand how Mark was feeling.
When I said this, I could see Mark release a breath that I hadn't even noticed until then that he had been holding.
Wanting to know more about his diapers, questions started to form in my young mind. "Okay, so how do they feel?" I asked as I was really curious now and could feel a stirring deep down inside of me.
"Weird sort of, but I like them. For some reason they're comfortable to me. Mom and dad don't know that I like them but think I need them for my accidents, which by the way are mostly not actual accidents." Mark felt it in his need to tell me once again.
"I see." Was the only thing that I could think of saying.
I could see the worry once again appear on Mark's face as he looked at me with those beautiful eyes of his.
"You don't think I am weird for liking diapers, do you Craig?"
I hesitated for a moment and thought about it. Of course most kids would turn on the spot and tell everyone in earshot what Mark just admitted to me. But I wasn't like most kids and Mark was one of my best friends, and to be honest, after I thought about it for a moment, I could care less if Mark liked diapers. It didn't make me not like him any less, in fact if anything I was more interested in the whole diaper thing than I was willing to admit
"No Mark, you're not weird." I told him.
It was at that moment that I decided I too needed to come clean with a secret of my own.
"In fact... I... a... well... I guess I need to tell you something too. Can I trust you Mark, I mean really, really, trust you?" I asked him not even realizing we had just had this same conversation, only it was my turn to ask Mark to keep something secret.
"Yes you can trust me Craig; I mean I already have some of your biggest and darkest secrets from when we were in kindergarten." As Mark said this I cringed at the thought of some of those secrets of mine he was carrying around with him.
"You won't go telling Randy or the whole school or laugh." I asked him.
"I promise, I won't tell Randy or the whole school or even laugh." He promised me.
"I... I want to wear diapers too. There's just something about diapers I like but I am not sure what it is." I quickly explained to Mark.
"Why don't you go get some then?" Mark asked.
"Well easier said than done. Someone is always home and the nearest store is a mile from my place and how will I get them in the house without Mom or Dad knowing?" I asked.
"Well maybe together we can find a way." Mark said with clear certainty.
At that moment I noticed Randy heading our way.
"Randy is coming, will you be willing to talk later about this?" I asked.
Before Mark could answer though, Randy had reached us. Instead of answering my question Mark just gave me a nod, which told me that he would be willing to talk about it later.
Trying to play cool I asked, "Hi Randy what's going on?"
"Oh the usual, some kid gets hurt and runs to the teacher who is watching over the playground and tries to get me in trouble. What have you and Mark been up to?"
"Oh nothing much, we were just eating lunch, and you know talking, and wondering where you were." I lied, and I thought it was very convincingly.
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Chapter 4: The Plan
The next day was Friday and because of Randy being around and having a lot to do at our respective homes, Mark and I never got a chance to have that talk. I was hoping that we could get together that day after school and really talk about our weird fascination with diapers, just the thought of it made my insides shiver. I also strangely liked the idea of being alone with him without Randy around. Don't ask me why this was, because I just couldn't understand it one bit. Unfortunately Mark had other plans.
I did try to talk to him yesterday but Randy hung around until we were all called home. After I got home I asked Mom if I could call Mark but she refused and told me that I could wait until tomorrow. Boy all of this was really killing me and I just wanted to get Mark alone so that I could talk to him. Then again, I was also a little afraid of talking to him about it as it might lead to an even bigger secret that I was not yet ready to reveal to anyone let alone Mark. I know, you don't have to tell me! I know I am a jerk for hiding something that was so similar from Mark let alone my other best friend Randy for that matter, but I just wasn't yet ready, I mean I have been hiding it ever since we met each other.
Randy had gotten into some trouble today before 1st recess. He had pushed another classmate down, but except for me, no one else saw why, including our teacher. So the teacher suddenly got upset with Randy and his punishment was that he would stay inside all day during recess. Randy tried to explain why he did it but the teacher would not give him a chance to tell her.
I was now at a crossroads. I could keep my mouth shut and not say anything; this of course would give me the time alone with Mark I so desperately wanted. On the other hand, I could be honest and tell our teacher that the reason why Randy pushed down the other kid was because just as I did, Randy as well had seen that the boy had pulled Sally's hair as he walked past her and made her cry. This kid was another bully in the class so no one messes with him, but then again, he doesn't mess with Randy or for that matter his brother Billi. Because of this, Sally was afraid to say anything to the teacher about this. Randy on the other hand was not afraid of the boy, in fact it was the other way around.
I really, really wanted this time alone with Mark and I knew that this was a good chance to get it, but I also wasn't the type of person who would leave his friend out to dry. In the end I decided it was best to tell Mrs. Miller the truth of what happened. So I raised my hand.
"Craig, what can I do for you? Do you need help with your assignment?" Mrs. Miller asked.
She asked this because we were currently working on an in class assignment that she had given to us. It was supposed to be something we do on our own but she was more than willing to help us if we got stuck.
"No Mrs. Miller. I'm fine with the assignment so far. I just thought you needed to know something is all."
Now for those who were wondering why I was willing to tattletale on the bully, all you have to remember is, I am friends with Randy and no one messed with him or his friends except for Billi and his goons which were in a different 5th grade class. So I was in no way scared of this bully as I knew he didn't have the balls to come after me.
"The only reason Randy pushed Brad down was because Brad pulled Sally's hair." I finished.
"Is this true Sally?" Mrs. Miller asked.
Sally looked back at me, then Randy, I am guessing she did this because she was hoping to see that we would stop Brad from tormenting her later. Once she felt assured enough, she turned back around and up towards our teacher.
"Yes Ma'am, Brad did pull my hair and it hurt. I was too afraid to tell on him because he might have hurt me later." Sally squeaked quietly.
Mrs. Miller than looked over at Brad and eyed him with a glassy stare as she asked, "Is this true? Did you pull Sally's hair?" sounding a little agitated as the boy stared back at her with just a blank stare.
Of course Brad was not willing to tell the truth. "No Ma'am, I didn't."
"Do you see that up there?" Mrs. Miller pointed to one of the in class video cameras. "I can watch the video and find out the truth. Do you understand that if I find that you indeed pulled Sally's hair, your punishment will be more severe than you can imagine. Now if you are willing to be truthful about it now, I will go far lighter on you."
It didn't take any more convincing than that.
"I did it, I am sorry I lied." Brad apologized.
"Apology accepted but I am not the only one you need to apologize to. So your punishment will be to stay inside during recess today. For lying to me though, you will also spend all next week inside during recess."
Mrs. Miller quickly handed down her punishment on Brad.
"But... You said that if I told now you wouldn't go that hard on me!" Brad almost yelled in defense.
"Yes I did, and it is true, I did go lighter on you."
"So, why is my punishment worse than Randy's?" Brad started to cry now.
"Randy wasn't caught in a lie, you on the other hand were. So that is why yours is worse, but believe me when I say this; I definitely went easy on you. Now if that is all, I would like the class to get back to work on the assignment I gave you to do."
At first recess Randy was pounding on my back thanking me for sticking up for him. It turned out that after a few minutes, Mark and I were able to convince Mrs. Miller to cut Randy loose from his punishment as he was just trying to protect Sally. In fact Sally was there as well. Our teacher at first wasn't willing to give as she found what Randy did was just as bad but after much pleading on our part, she let Randy off the hook.
So Randy ended up joining us on the playground for what was left of morning recess.
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Later that day at lunch, Mark came up to me and Randy and asked us if we would like to sleep over at his house. Neither one of us hesitated. We both said yes at the same time. Mark smiled at our eagerness.
Have I said yet how much I love Mark's smile? I almost melted in my seat as he smiled at me. Then there were his eyes again; they sparkled brilliantly in the bright florescent lights in the lunch room. I felt... no I was certain that they contained the meaning of mine and everyone else's existence!
"So what do you think? I was thinking that maybe we could pitch the tent in my back yard and sleep in it." Mark announced exuberantly and started bouncing up in down on his seat. I couldn't help wondering if he was wearing a diaper again today.
"Sounds fun to me!" Randy said excitedly. "When would you like us to come over?"
"How about 5:00pm, I'll have mom call in for pizza." Mark told us. "Oh by the way make sure you bring your sleeping bags."
Mark didn't have to remind me to bring my sleeping bag as I never spent a night at either Mark's or Randy's without having it with me. There of course was a reason to this and I will explain later.
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Chapter 5: The Sleepover
As soon as School was out, the three of us ran home to our respective houses where we each asked our parent's if it would be okay to spend the night at Mark's. Actually that's not quite accurate as Mark already had asked his parent's before he had asked us.
Now, occasionally there are times where they say no due to other plans or something like that. But for the most part, they usually say yes. In fact for my parent's, they see it as a way to encourage me as only a year ago, I would rarely spend the night over at anyone's house let alone Mark and Randy's. But now things are better for me so I don't miss a chance at all to go and spend the night at my friends.
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As I got home, I ran inside leaving the front door wide open and made a bee line directly to my mom who was waiting for me in the kitchen with my afternoon snack.
"Mom, Mark invited me and Randy to spend the night with him. Can I go?" I asked as I sat down in my chair and started to drink my juice.
"I know already honey, and yes you can go but first can you please do me a favor and shut the front door all the way. You know, I didn't raise you in a barn." Mom joked.
"Sorry Mom." I said enthusiastically and jumped out of my chair and went back out to the living room and closed the front door.
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Once I was done with my snack, I headed to my room where I grabbed my overnight bag and also dug out my sleeping bag from my closet. I had made sure I had everything I needed before heading out and putting it all into our car so that Mom could drive me over to Mark's house. I wanted to get there a little early before Randy did so that I could have a chance to talk to Mark alone but Mom had already been informed at what time we were expected so she refused to take me until the appointed time. In the meantime, she suggested that I work on any homework I might have and grumbling loudly, I did just as she told me and as I finished up my homework it turned out to be a quarter to 5 and when I asked Mom if she would take me then, she finally caved in to me.
Of course it would figure, I get to Mark's house and it turns out that Randy also had come early as well. We ended up spending the time till dinner playing video games.
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6:00pm finally came, we all had pizza and watched a movie. When it was about 9:30pm we were told by Mark's Mom that we should start getting ready for bed. So at her suggestion we put on our pajamas and headed out to the tent. I really liked this pair of pajamas as they are real comfortable. They even have a neat buttoned fly on the front of them, like a pair of pants.
Once in the tent like all kids, we stayed up and talked as well as played games, told stories, and a bunch of other things us boys like to do. About 1:30am things got quiet. It wasn't long after, that Randy went to sleep.
It had been so quiet for so long, that I was starting to think that Mark had drifted off as well, but then I heard a silent whimpering and realized I was hearing Mark crying quietly.
Not knowing what was wrong with my friend I whispered, "What's wrong Mark?"
"I... I... I really want to wear a diaper." Mark finally managed to get out. "I am also afraid if I don't, I might wet my sleeping bag."
"Well if you want to, then go ahead and wear one. I promise I won't tell anyone." I said as I crossed my heart, showing him I meant everything I said.
Then again it was pretty dark in the tent so he probably didn't see me do that.
"Randy is here I don't want him to find out that I like to wear diapers." Mark explained in an almost scared tone.
Knowing how Mark felt, as I myself wanted the same exact thing and just as bad as he did, I said, "Mark I think it would be better to take the chance of Randy seeing you in a diaper then wetting your sleeping bag and him finding out about that." I reasoned with him. "In fact, I wish I was wearing a diaper right now." I stated matter-of-factly, and a little louder then I meant to. "In fact I wish I had a couple diapers with me right now."
I again was a little louder then I meant to and was afraid that I had awakened Randy when he moved slightly.
For the next few minutes, neither I nor Mark said a word.
When he felt it was safe again to speak, Mark asked, "But what about Randy, you don't want him to find out do you?"
I thought about it for a moment before saying, "You know, he is our best friend; I think we can trust him. He's pretty good at keeping secrets and I know I can trust him."
Mark still very uncertain shook his head and said, "I can't trust him yet." He then jumped gears and asked me something out of the blue. "Would you like to wear one of my diapers?"
Not able to barely contain myself, I almost shouted out, "Can I?" before Mark's hand muffled the rest of what I was trying to say.
"Shhh, not so loud, I don't want to wake up Randy." Mark said as he took his hand away from my mouth.
"Sorry about that, I guess my excitement got the better of me. Oh and before I forget, thank you so much for allowing me to wear one of your diapers." I whispered.
"Okay then, let's go inside the house." Mark said while heading out of the tent.
We ended up leaving Randy alone in the tent, which did worry me a little.
"But what about Randy, wouldn't he know we're missing?" I asked.
"Shoot if you couldn't wake him with that loud shout of yours a few minutes ago, I'd say it is safe to bet that he will not be waking up anytime soon. He's probably a heavy sleeper, he won't know we're gone and even if he does wake up we'll just say we had to use the bathroom." Mark explained to me.
This reminded me of something, "I think I should use the bathroom before I put the diaper on. You know, because of all that soda I had earlier I might end up flooding it, shoot if I hadn't decided to come inside, I would have most likely wet my sleeping bag by morning." I admitted to Mark. At that he looked at me, I could see a question start to form in his head and I silently wished to myself that he would not ask it. And as if the Gods themselves heard me, Mark changed his mind and never asked me the question.
"Ok I'll meet you in my bedroom maybe I'll wear a diaper too, I mean I don't want to wet my sleeping bag either. Besides, if you can trust Randy, I guess I should too." Mark said to me as he walked towards his room.
Not lying about needing to pee as my teeth were starting to float, I ran to the bathroom as fast as I could while trying to be as quiet as I could at the same time. For the first time I regretted my decision on wearing these pajamas as I fumbled with the buttons on my fly. I no sooner got my fly open when I suddenly sprung a leak. Luckily I was able to quickly stop it before too much damage was done and finished in the toilet. Checking my pajama pants out after I finished peeing, I noticed a wet spot slightly larger than the size of my fist on the front of them. Knowing there was nothing I could do about it, I quickly made my way to Mark's bedroom.
"Ok Mark, I'm ready but can you do me a favor?" I asked Mark as I entered his room. "Can you put it on me and get it all nice and tight?"
"Sure get ready and I'll get all the stuff we need." Mark informed me but before he turned away to go and get the stuff, he noticed the wet spot on my pants. "You really did have to go didn't you?" He asked me as a wide smile spread on his face.
As my own face turned red, I could see Mark suppress a chuckle before saying, "Don't worry Craig, I swear I won't tell anyone." he then covered his mouth to hold back any more of his audible amusement and surprise of my condition.
Seeing that I was not amused one bit, he quickly started to gather what he needed as I composed myself. I wanted to get past the embarrassment and on to the diapering and luckily the thought of soon being in a diaper had me calmed down. Now Mark had asked me to get ready so that was the next step I intended to take.
Not really sure about everything I took off my pants and underwear.
"Ok I'm ready." I told Mark as he finished grabbing some stuff from his closet.
"And so am I." Mark announced. "Okay now, lay down right here on my bed and let me make sure you're all clean down there, I mean you did just wet yourself and all." Mark said through a big toothy smile.
I mumbled something under my breath that even to me sounded unintelligible.
As Mark washed my small penis with a baby wipe, he also decided to do my backside.
"Hey Craig, can you open up your legs real wide so I can clean your butt real good." Mark instructed.
I obeyed and opened up my legs real wide which also parted my butt cheeks to give Mark better access. He then got closer to inspect my butt.
"Damn Craig, don't you know how to wipe your ass?" Mark playfully hissed.
I decided not to respond as Mark went to work cleaning up what I missed back there from the last time I needed to poop and used the toilet. Once he was satisfied that I was cleaned, he jokingly made a reference that maybe I needed to wear diapers all the time.
This time I responded with, "Damn it Mark, can you just get on with it please!"
Mark just acted as if I said nothing as he gave me instructions.
"Now lift your butt up so I can get the diaper under you. Now I need to put some baby powder on you. Okay, now I am going to bring it up between your legs..." and as he did this, he covered up my boyhood and stretched the diaper out at my waist. "...and I am now ready to tape it in place." Mark said as he began to pull the first tape and place it tightly in place on the diaper. "There how does that feel?" He asked as he fastened the last tape.
"Wow! Thanks it feels real comfortable." I admitted.
Actually it felt more than comfortable, it felt absolutely amazing!
"Alright, now that you are all done it is my turn. Let me go to the bathroom first, and then you can diaper me." Mark announced as he walked out of his room and headed for the bathroom.
While Mark was gone I really explored every inch of the diaper that Mark taped on me very snugly. I couldn't believe how wonderful that the diaper felt on me. It started to make me wonder about ways that I could get diapers of my own. For a moment I even considered doing what Mark was doing and start wetting my bed on purpose. This of course wouldn't be a stretch for me.
As most people reading this have figured out by now, I occasionally still wet the bed and even had a special cloth like cover to protect my bed and hide the fact that I sometimes still wet it. This was a secret that only family and a few select people knew, and that I never told my two best friends, in fear of what they might say or do. Still thinking about getting diapers, I thought maybe if I were to suddenly start wetting every night, maybe even having a few daytime so called accidents like Mark, maybe my parents would get me diapers as well. As for wetting the bed, all that would take is me drinking plenty of water and skipping using the toilet before going to sleep, this almost always assures that my bed would be wet by morning.
I was so deep in thought that I didn't notice that Mark had come back into the room.
"Ok Craig, let's go; I'm ready for you to diaper me." Mark announced though quietly as he didn't want to awaken his parents.
When I saw Mark's cute boyhood, I had to fight off the urge to reach out and touch it and do some even grosser thing with it. Why do I keep thinking things like this? I don't understand why a friend I have known for so long, all of a sudden was giving me these weird urges. I knew I could never act on these feelings as I was sure it would end our friendship and that was the last thing I wanted it to do. I loved Mark too much to not have him in my life! So I pushed all of these weird feelings deep down inside of me where I felt they could never escape from.
Just as Mark had showed me as he put on my diaper, I quickly had him taped into a diaper as well. Well, maybe not as expertly done as his was, but I think it was good for my first time and it passed his approval, which was great for me!
"Ok all done, now let's get out of here before Randy wakes up and starts wondering where we are." I suggested to Mark.
Mark agreed with me, so we headed back outside. When Mark and I got back to the tent, just as Mark predicted Randy must have been a deep sleeper as he was still asleep. I was shocked that Randy could sleep so heavily and not end up wetting his bed. This in fact was a lot of my problem, as I slept to heavy that I don't always wake up when my bladder signals my brain that it is full and in danger of emptying as I slept. I was happy to admit that over the last few months I had been doing much better and now rarely wet my bed these days. Even when I do I have been waking up more and more before I completely empty my bladder into my sheets, which at that time I would get up and finish in the toilet, though there have been times where I just didn't want to get out of bed and finished my pee right where I was laying at. I mean shoot I was already wet, what's a little more pee going to do to me. All of these thoughts were whizzing through my head as I crawled back into my sleeping bag.
Mark and I talked for a little while but before I knew it, I had fallen asleep. I wouldn't know until the next day when Mark told me, but I had fallen asleep in mid-sentence, and according to Mark it took him a moment or so to figure out what had happened.
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Chapter 6: Breakfast and Getting Ready for the Day
Before I knew it, it was 7:00am Saturday morning. We were all still fast asleep when Mark's mom came out to the tent to wake us up for pancakes, sausage links, and orange juice. As soon as she accomplished waking us up, and I am here to tell you it wasn't that easy considering how late we stayed up, Mark's mom went back inside to finish making breakfast.
Randy sat up yawning and rubbing his eyes, he then sniffed the air before he looked at me and Mark.
"What's that smell?" he asked.
Randy continued to sniff the air and for some reason I began to worry.
"It smells almost sweet." He said strangely.
Confusing what Randy was talking about I said, "Well whatever it is, it is making me hungry"
As I said this, I could see Randy's mouth salivating as he took a deeper sniff.
"I swear whatever it is; it all of a sudden smells delicious." Randy said licking his lips. "But I wonder..."
But Randy never finished his thought, at least not out loud.
"You must be smelling breakfast; I think Mom is making us pancakes and sausage." Mark said as he too sniffed the air. "I guess the windows are open, but I do agree, it smells yummy." Mark said as he rubbed his hungry tummy.
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We all agreed that morning, that it was the best breakfast a growing boy could wish for, and that Mark's mom was an excellent cook.
"What are we going to do today?" Mark asked his mom as we put our breakfast plates into the sink.
I found this question a little weird as I thought we would be just hanging out and playing until it was time for us to go home.
"Well I don't know for sure yet, but I suggest you boys go get cleaned up and dressed for the day first." Was her suggestion to us.
As we were heading to Mark's room Randy stopped suddenly and said, "There's that smell again."
"Oh, you must still smell the pancakes and sausage from breakfast." Mark nervously told him.
"Nooo... That's not it... it smells like um... well, like the sweet smell of baby powder." Randy stated but not too certainly.
"Well no one here is a baby or has baby powder on." Mark stated a little too quickly.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Randy agreed but one look at him and I knew he had his doubts and I could see that Mark noticed this as well.
Without saying a word Mark gave me a look which in my mind shouted, "Oh my GOD, Randy knows!"
Even though both of us felt like Randy knew something, he didn't say anything as we all took turns in the shower and cleaned up for the day. Mark suggested to Randy that he should go ahead and take his shower first.
As soon as Randy headed for the bathroom Mark looked at me and whispered, "Randy knows."
Knowing that he was probably right but not willing to yet admit it I said, "Mark calm down, Randy doesn't know, but if you keep acting like that he will start wondering and he will find out."
As Randy was taking his shower both Mark and I stripped out of our very soaked Diapers. Mark surprised me when he all of a sudden proclaimed, "I am so glad you talked me into wearing a diaper last night..." He then giggled before continuing. "...Because all three of us would have been floating if I hadn't."
Still his diaper was nowhere near as overflowing as the one I was wearing had been. I too reminded myself of how useful that diaper had been for me as I knew the pop I drank last night was what did me in, and I knew better normally to be doing that. Even Mark's Mom gave me looks several times the evening before, as I guzzled one glass after another of cola. It wasn't until my fifth or sixth glass before she finally said no more pop for any of us, but I knew it was her nice way of saying I had enough and I was already tempting fate more than I should. She must have been surprised that my sleeping bag was not wet that morning!
As I stripped out of that soaked diaper, I immediately wanted to put it back on, as I loved the feeling that the heavily wet sodden material gave me as it caressed my boyhood and butt. And as Mark took it from me to dispose of, I almost begged him to give it back to me. The rest of that morning we spent taking our turns at getting ready for the day.
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Chapter 7: The Bike Ride
When Randy finished his turn in the bathroom he then went out to the living room to watch a little TV to pass the time until Mark and I each took our turns. As I was about to head to the bathroom for my turn I hesitated for a moment before leaving Mark's room. An idea had suddenly popped into my head; one that I am sure came from the place where I had buried my confusing thoughts of Mark.
"Hey Mark, if you want we can shower together and therefore get done faster. Maybe we can even watch some cartoons before we go out riding our bikes." I suggested.
"Cool idea, and if we hurry we can catch one of my favorite cartoons!" Mark said excitedly.
I am not sure what I expected but I do know that whatever it was, it did not happen while we were taking our shower. I guess maybe it had something to do with me pushing all of that in the deepest recess it could find inside of me. Because of this, shower time was uneventful.
With both of us taking our showers together we managed to get done fairly quickly, and we soon found ourselves back in Mark's room getting dressed for the morning. As I was about to slip on a clean pair of underwear, I couldn't help noticing how thin they were. Even though this pair of underwear was one of my favorite pair, I couldn't help feeling how inadequate they felt compared to a diaper. I knew what I wanted and even though I was afraid to, I decided to ask for it anyway.
"Hey Mark, can I uh... I mean would you mind... Oh hell, can I wear another diaper Mark?" I asked, feeling frustrated at how hard it was to get that question out of me.
"Well... yes of course, but why, aren't you afraid that Randy is going to find out?" He asked me.
"Yes you're probably right, but it's like all of a sudden I don't really care. All that seems important right now is having another diaper on me." I tried to explain my thoughts to Mark. "I guess I'm going to take a big chance. Who knows, Randy might not like the idea of diapers today. He might be upset that his friends are wearing diapers. He might not even want to hang around us for a while, but I am almost positive about one thing, he will forgive us in the end. He might ask us a bunch of questions. He might even want to wear one himself."
Mark, and I for that matter, thought about all of what I just said; as he taped another one of his diapers onto me. As I started to get up I then had a thought, "Hey Mark, won't your mom be mad at you for not wearing a diaper?" I asked him.
I don't know why, maybe I somehow made him feel embarrassed and afraid, for when I asked him that last question, his face went ashen.
"Well... you know... she a..." Mark paused at this point and took a breath before trying to speak again. "She made a deal with me; that if I kept my pants and bed clean and dry, she would not make me wear a diaper while you guys were here, but if I were to have an accident then she would not hesitate to personally put one on me." Mark explained.
This confused me, "What about wetting your diaper last night, does that not count towards wetting the bed?"
Mark shrugged his shoulders, "I dunno, she hasn't said anything about it, maybe she hadn't noticed?"
I knew something that Mark didn't know but not wanting to embarrass him or make him feel bad, I decided not to tell him at that exact moment.
As if my brain was misfiring all over the place, another thought popped into my head.
"Hey, I noticed that the diapers we have been wearing are regular baby diapers, why don't you use the GoodNites instead?" I asked.
"Well the GoodNites are expensive and when mom bought them, she told me they were for school only, to make it easier for me to change or use the school toilet when needed."
I guess I was starting to make Mark feel a little uncomfortable as he started to avert his eyes around his room. I decided to go ahead and change the subject
"Let's go watch a little TV before Randy starts to wonder about us." I suggested.
Both Mark and I, now ready for the day, went out and joined Randy. We watched a couple cartoons together before Mark asked us if we wanted to go ride our bikes now. Both Randy and I shouted "yes!" at the same time which made Mark smile a little at our exuberance.
As we all walked to the back door, Mark's mom told us not to go far, "I was thinking of taking you boys Miniature Golfing and then out to McDonalds for lunch." She surprised us.
"Wow! That sounds fun, thanks mom!" Mark responded with enthusiasm.
"How about you and Randy, what do you think about that?" Mark's Mom asked as she looked at me, then at Randy.
"That sounds awesome!" Randy announced and I agreed.
"Good, why don't you all be back in an hour, then we will go."
Before leaving we promised Mark's Mom that we would be back in an hour. We then all went out and rode our bikes around the neighborhood and even in the woods too. It wasn't long before most of the hour was up and it was now time to start thinking about heading back.
"We better start heading back home." Mark suggested as he took off on his bike with me close behind and Randy a couple feet behind me.
I am not sure exactly why I didn't notice it sooner, maybe it was because I was having so much fun or maybe it was because I subconsciously knew I was wearing a diaper, but all of a sudden I had to poop, and I mean `BAD'!
I looked over at Mark as I rode up next to him with Randy still eating our dust.
"Mark, I have to go poop really bad and I don't think I am going to make it back to your house in time. Do you know if there is somewhere near here that we can stop at?" I asked almost ready to cry as I felt the pressure building in my intestines.
Mark looked at me weirdly as he reminded me, "You've got a diaper on, use it."
"But what about your mom or Randy for that matter?" I whispered as I noticed that Randy was starting to catch up.
"Oh now who is saying he doesn't want Randy to find out!" Mark Grinned.
"Mark please, I wasn't ready for this to happen! I really don't want to crap my pants!" I quietly hissed so Randy couldn't hear.
I was now getting more and more desperate by the second.
"Can you hold it just a little longer Craig? We are almost home." This time Mark sounded more concerned.
"I'll try, I don't know if I can though." I replied, but I knew deep down that I was doomed.
Why did this have to happen to me today, at this time! As the pressure built inside of my bowels, I found myself no longer paying attention to where we were heading. Instead all of it was focused on clamping my butt muscles together to keep from soiling myself.
"Mark how much farther I really do have to go bad!" I could feel the tears build beneath my eyes.
I really tried my best at holding it back. I did everything I could to keep it from going into the diaper I was wearing. Finally I knew without a doubt that I had lost the battle over the control of my bowels. No longer able to hold it back I stopped my bike and started to cry.
Randy came up behind me, stopping his bike as well before asking me, "What's wrong?"
"I have to use the bathroom!" I said now through my steady tears.
Mark turned around and I could see his sympathy in those piercing eyes of his.
"A couple more blocks come on let's go." He tried prompting me.
The problem was, he didn't know that it was already too late; as the poop was being pushed into my diaper as I stood there. In fact the reason why I came to a stop was that I felt like the act of peddling was making it harder to control as I felt it starting to protrude, so I stopped. But by then it was already too late and I was not able to hold it back any longer.
I hung my head in shame as the warm tears spilled from my eyes and down my cheeks, "It's too late, I couldn't hold it anymore!"
I could see that Randy was starting to wonder what's going on. He looked confused as he stared at my crotch, I guess because my jeans weren't wet in the front. After some coaxing by Mark, I got back on my bike and as I sat down on my seat, I felt my poop squish under me. At that moment I had two different distinct conflicting feelings running through me. The first one was, "How gross! And now everyone will know I crapped myself." The other feeling was a strong sensation of how good it felt to feel the poop conform to my butt cheeks. I know it is confusing and now you know why I couldn't understand all of it.
Back on our bikes again, we all headed straight for Mark's house. When we finally reached our destination, without a word, I headed straight for the bathroom. After locking the door I took off my clothes, my diaper, and jumped in the shower. Not only was I washing my bodily waste from me, but also my shame.
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Chapter 8: The Truth be Told
As I showered Mark went to his mom. "Mom?"
"Yes dear, what is it?"
"Well you see, while out riding our bikes, Craig had an accident..."
And before he could continue, Mark's Mom interrupted him.
"Oh my! He didn't hurt himself did he?" She asked as she did not realize what type of accident I had and that her son was telling her about.
"No he is not hurt, but he does need some clean clothes." Mark hinted to her.
At first Mark's mom didn't pick up on the hint.
"What for?"
Mark hesitated before telling his mother what had happened.
"We were on our way home there was only three blocks left and Craig had to go poop real bad. He could no longer hold it and he ended up going in his pants." Mark explained, conveniently leaving out the part about the diaper. In reality he knew I didn't need new pants as I had gone in the diaper and not my pants, but because of Randy we now had to play the part that I did go in my pants.
"Poor kid! I have his clothes right here. I washed yours, Randy's, and Craig's clothes while you guys were out riding your bikes." She pointed towards the table where there were a couple piles of clothes. "I hope the poor little guy is okay?" Mark's Mom said worriedly.
"Thanks mom, I'm sure Craig will appreciate that, and I am sure as soon as he gets out of the shower he will feel a lot better." Mark said as he grabbed my clothes. "I'll take him his clean clothes."
Mark then walked to the bathroom and Knocked on the inner door.
"Here Craig, my mom washed your clothes while we were out riding our bikes." I heard Mark shout through the door.
He had arrived just as I was getting out of the shower and drying off, so I opened up the door and let him in.
"Thanks Mark, but my pants are still clean." I said as I picked them up and showed him.
At that Mark looked around and asked where I put the diaper? I pointed to the trash and was surprised when Mark reached in and pulled it out.
"First off, my Mom will freak if she finds this in the trash and of course she will think it was me. So remember to always empty the poop into the toilet." He explained. "Here give me your underpants and jeans you were wearing."
Very confused I handed them to him and what he did next at first made my blood boil, which is until he explained his logic. As I watched him take the poopy diaper and dump the poop into my underpants and proceed to smash it into my Batman Underoos and jeans, my mouth dropped open and steam started pouring from my ears. Still I did nothing as I watched him now satisfied with his handiwork; dump the poop into the toilet.
He then looked at me and I was wondering if he was thinking if he should start to run now that he saw how upset I looked. Instead what he said next was so unexpected and bizarre that I was thrown for a loop.
"Can you pee?" he asked me.
Now totally confused, I shook my head no. "I went while in the shower." I explained, my anger momentarily frozen but it would return any second as the confusion finally clears up and Mark's reason for asking the question becomes clear.
As if in a fog, I watched as Mark opened his fly and then proceeded to wiz a little into my underwear and jeans. Suddenly the fog lifted and everything became clear, well not the full reasons of why Mark was doing this but the fact that he was doing it without any full explanation to me at all!
Finally no longer able to contain myself, I ripped my jeans and underwear right out of Marks hands which of course ended up allowing Mark's pee to go forth, making a small puddle on the floor before getting control again. With him now zipping up his zipper he looked at me.
"You know, you should use your pants there to mop the rest of that up..." But looking at me and this time really seeing I was about to punch his lights out, he quickly explained his actions and when he did, I realized the mistake I almost made.
Since Randy knew I crapped myself, it would be expected that my underpants would be dirty, along with my jeans. On top of that, since Randy knew, we had to play the part all the way through by letting Mark's mom know about the accident. She of course being good friends with my own mom would certainly tell her about my accident. So now my mom would be expecting my dirty pants and if she were to not find any, she might start asking questions that I rather not have to answer.
There was still one thing that bugged me though.
"Why then did you pee in my pants?" I asked. "Randy will wonder if he sees it, as he knows I didn't wet them."
"Correction, you notice how much he was staring at your pants. How many times have you tried to poop but keep from peeing at the same time?" Mark asked me.
I knew where he was going with this as I knew that I almost always peed when I pooped, no matter how much I peed beforehand. In fact when I had pooped the diaper earlier, I did end up peeing as well. Still I was worried about Randy.
Mark noticing my concern explained, "You see, even Randy expected you too wet yourself and probably still thinks you did. Even if not, all you have to do is say that it started to come out when you got back on your bike and were finishing pooping. Besides both of our Mothers will be expecting your pants to be wet as well, so we want to make it look as real as we can."
After hearing Mark's explanation I did as he suggested and used my Underoos and the front of my jeans to mop up Mark's pee puddle. I didn't notice at first, but Mark had also brought a plastic grocery bag with him for me to put my dirty clothes inside of. While I was doing that Mark got out one of those disposable Bleach Kitchen/Bathroom wipes and used it to clean the floor where the pee puddle had been at. Then both Mark and I washed our hands real good in the sink to remove any trace of my poop from them.
Before putting on my clean clothes, I again had a strong urge to put on another diaper.
"Hey Mark, can I wear another one of your diapers?" I asked him, hoping he would say yes, but at the same time a part of me was also screaming, "Say No!"
Mark smiled, and I think he was doing it because he knew without a doubt, that he now had me hooked on diapers for sure.
"Ok but what about Randy finding out?" He asked, though he didn't seem as concerned about it as he did earlier.
"Well, he didn't know I was wearing one all morning." I said, using this as my excuse.
I really don't know why I would want to take another chance, considering how bad the last one ended. But no matter what fear I was feeling, the urge to have my loins wrapped into another diaper was far greater than my fear of being discovered. Besides now that I was clean again I felt better.
"Yeah your right!" And as he said this, I could see the gears now turning in Mark's head. "I think I will wear one to." He stated definitively.
Now back in Mark's room, I removed the towel that was wrapped around me and lied down on the floor so that Mark could tape another one of his comfortable diapers onto me. After he had me snugly taped into my diaper, and like my earlier diapering minus the baby powder, I then proceeded to diaper Mark.
After we were both diapered and were getting dressed Mark looked over at me and smiled.
"So how did it feel?" he asked me.
Confused and not understanding what Mark was talking about, I responded with, "Huh?"
"I was just wondering how the diaper felt to you after you pooped in it?" He asked with more elaboration this time with his question.
Understanding now what Mark wanted to know, I decided to be truthful about it.
"Well at first I was disgusted by it, but I think that is just because I am supposed to feel that way so it was an automatic response. After that, I felt this feeling of exhilaration that I have never felt or experienced before. It was like rockets going off all over inside my body, sending this really good tingly feeling all over especially down here." I explained as I pointed to where my boyhood was now resting inside a warm comfortable diaper. "It felt good and I would do anything I can to get some diapers of my own."
It was then that I decided that I was in fact going to put my earlier thought into motion, shoot I already had started with my one accident today. Now I just had to continue to have them. While thinking about this I realized that I was still hiding a secret from Mark that no longer made sense to do so.
"Hey Mark, I know we promised to keep each other's secrets, but I have a really big one that I think I should tell you the truth about." I stopped and took a breath and was surprised that Mark stayed quiet and patiently waited for me to continue. "You see... well I have... I mean I am... Well I guess sort of... a bed wetter!" I finally spat it out as though the word `Bed-Wetter' was a bad taste in my mouth.
For some reason my admission to my problem with Nocturnal Enuresis didn't seem to make Mark even flinch. Instead he looked at me and nodded his head knowingly.
Now more confused than ever, I looked at Mark questionably?
"You really think that after five years of us knowing each other that I didn't know you wet your bed?" Mark asked me seriously. "I just never said anything about it because I didn't want to embarrass you over it. When you almost admitted it to me earlier this morning, I wanted to tell you I knew already. But when I saw the look in your eyes, I knew you were not ready to hear that I knew already. I know you did your best to hide the evidence, including the smell, but I still was able to smell it at times in your room and even on yourself a few times. I do have to say though, that lately I haven't been noticing the pee smell as much."
At this acknowledgment, I proudly said, "Yeah, I have been doing much better over the last several months and only have two or three accidents now a month!"
"Wow! That is a good improvement!" Mark said, as if he knew how not to long ago, I was wetting my bed pretty much every night, and sometime even more than once or twice in a single night. Of course now with my new plan I would be regressing back to that point. I guess Mark saw the look of concern that was now showing on my face.
"What's wrong Craig?" He asked me.
"I have been doing so good, and my parents are so proud of me. They even told me that if I can go a straight month with no wet nights, that they will buy me a new bed, so far I have made it almost three weeks, well, that is if you don't count last night." I quickly added. "Now I will have to give up the new bed in order to earn my diapers." I said sadly, though determined with my decision, "I would rather keep my old small and slightly pee smelling bed, if it meant I could wear diapers." I admitted to Mark. "In fact about year ago, my Dad threatened me with diapers if I didn't stop crawling into their bed after peeing in mine, and then have the misfortune of wetting theirs as well." And before Mark could comment I quickly continued, "Don't get me wrong, I was never punished for wetting, even if I do sometimes wet their bed as well. No the diapers were not meant as a punishment but of a way to not only keep my bed dry but in the long run, theirs as well."
When Mark noticed I had stopped in order to hear his thoughts, he looked at me and said, "That's quite understandable." He then had a curious expression on his face. "Hey Craig?" He asked me. "How is it that every time we spent the night together, you were able to keep from wetting the bed?"
"Simple I made sure to sleep before the sleepover and then tried my best to stay awake the rest of the night." I told him honestly. "In fact if you notice, I always brought my sleeping bag and slept on the floor, I did this in case I did pee, my sleeping bag would contain it, which by the way I did on several occasions." I admitted.
This admission shocked Mark, and I knew he was wondering how I was able to hide it from him and Randy, so I gave him my next big secret, "both yours and Randy's mom knew about my bed wetting problem. In fact your mom woke me up earlier this morning like so many other times, to check on me and help if necessary to hide any accident I might have had. Of course I told her I was dry even though I wet my diaper pretty bad last night and am lucky that it didn't leak. She and Randy's mom have helped cover up at least a dozen or so wet nights while spending the night at your guy's houses. Also if you were to carefully look at it, you would notice that my sleeping bag is made specifically for a bed wetter. First it is completely water proof so none of my pee can make it onto your guy's bedroom floors it also has an inner liner that comes out and is easily washable, this way while the inner liner is being washed, the outer liner is still there and is completely clean and looks like it has never been peed in. When we were younger it was much easier, as we all still wet the bed then." I sighed. "It was only this last year that I felt comfortable at really staying the night at your guy's houses. With me not bedwetting as much, I took more chances and stayed overnight with you guys more frequently."
"Wow! I can't believe mom knew and helped you cover it up." Mark said in amazement.
Just talking with Mark about all this made me think of earlier this morning when Mark's Mom came and checked on me before waking the others. When I told her it was dry, she didn't believe me and inspected my sleeping bag herself.
Mark's mom's last comment to me as she left to give me a few more minutes sleep, "Poor guy, you must have stayed up all night, if you need to pee come inside, okay?
I mumbled something to her letting her know that I had already peed, fortunately she didn't know I had done it in one of her son's diapers. Before I rolled back over to sleep I had noticed that she also checked on her son. I guess she figured I had fallen back to sleep as she exposed Mark and his diaper. When she noticed that he was wearing a diaper and the state of it being very wet, she whispered under her breath, "I am sure glad you decided to wear a diaper last night Baby, I don't think you would have been able to handle it if your friends found out that you wet your bed still." She then gave him a kiss on his cheek before leaving the tent.
I guess I must have spaced out longer than I thought as Mark threw a dirty sock at me to get my attention again. After that we talked about our love of diapers and how I was going to earn mine. Mark even mentioned that maybe I could hold off my plan for a while, that way I could get my new bed still. Though it sounded like a good idea, it just felt wrong to me, besides, I wanted diapers sooner rather than later.
It turned out that Randy was hiding briefly around the corner, but he only caught bits and pieces. "What are two talking about?" he asked curiously.
"Nothing Randy, nothing." Mark tried to convince him.
"Yes you were, now what were you saying?" Randy demanded.
Both Mark and I looked at each other and I could see in his eyes that Mark agreed with me. We decided it was time to trust our friend with our secret.
"Ok Randy your right we were talking, Mark and I have something to tell you. You promise not to tell everybody at school or anyone?" I asked him.
"Yes, I would never tell anyone our secrets!" And as Randy said this, he seemed upset that we would believe he wouldn't.
"Well ok here goes. Randy... Mark and I like to wear diapers." I told him in a slightly shaky voice.
"What? Why?" He asked, stunned.
"Now you promised us you won't go telling anyone." Mark reminded Randy.
"I know but why?" Mark asked curiously.
"Well, for one their comfortable." Mark explained.
What Randy said next stunned and surprised us. "Cool, you know, I always wanted to try on a diaper. Do you have more?" Randy asked.
I looked at Randy, then at Mark who was smiling ear to ear. I then looked back at Randy and smiled.
"Well I guess you will have to ask Mark." I giggled.
"Mark, do you have more?" Randy asked nervously.
Now it was Mark's turn to giggle.
"Of course Randy; I always have them for my best friends in the whole wide world. Now Randy you get ready and I will get all the stuff ready." Mark told Randy as he got up to get all the diapering supplies. It wasn't much longer after that when all three of us, now diapered, were off for a day of fun!
Yes that's how we became `The Three Diapered Amigo's'.
THE END
The Three Amigo's Book II: Craig's Battle for Diapers is much much longer than this short story.