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 10: What will it take...?

 

"Hey Craig." Mark greeted me as he approached me at the bus stop. "I see you're early for once!" Mark grinned.

 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don't remind me." I replied.

 

"So how is the plan going?" Mark asked and as he did so I could swear I saw his sapphire eyes twinkle just a little.

 

As Mark stated we were both at our bus stop early that morning. This meant that at the moment we were the only two there. Of course in the next five or ten minutes other kids would start showing up. Our bus itself should be here in the next fifteen minutes. So when Mark asked his question I didn't hesitate to answer it.

 

"Well we put plan three into motion last week on Thursday May 31st and so far I have wet my bed and my parent's bed every night since plan two was started. As for plan three, I have now wet my pants at least once and in some cases more than that every day and I even pooped them twice." I informed him.

 

Of course Mark pretty much knew most of that already. In fact he was the one who talked me into pooping them during lunch 3 days ago and again yesterday during first recess. Both times when Mom got to the school with clean underwear and jeans (I had peed my pants too), I found out that she was definitely not happy about it as I did have the ability during those times, according to her, to go and use the potty. I tried to convince her I didn't know I had to go until the last second. I am not sure if she really bought it but she ended up lecturing me both times. She said that I needed to pay better attention to my bathroom needs instead of goofing off and playing.

 

I guess I have been hearing that lecture a lot of other times lately. Like last night before dinner, Mom came into the living room and found me sitting on the floor playing my video game. It wasn't until she saw that I wet my pants that she got upset with me. That time though I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't even know I had wet myself. She was all upset that I left a big wet spot on the living room floor; I guess I really had to go. She made me get out the carpet steam cleaner and clean it myself. She of course showed me how to work it and supervised me while I used it.

 

Somehow I got lost in all of these thoughts but was brought out of it when Mark asked me something else.

 

"So, have your parents brought up the `D' word yet?" Mark asked with that same twinkle in his beautiful eyes that he had just moments before.

 

I sighed and disappointedly told him, "No, but I think they are starting to get upset. I am not sure if that is good or bad."

 

"They are not threatening to punish you are they?" Mark asked worriedly.

 

"No, but they are not being so understanding anymore. Mom complains about all the laundry I have been causing and I heard my dad tell Mom something the other day when they didn't think I was around. He told her that he was not getting enough sleep at night due to me constantly peeing in their bed and them having to get up and change it."

 

"Boy Craig, that don't sound good. Maybe you should give up this whole plan and just do the same thing Randy is doing and use your allowance to buy diapers." Mark suggested.

 

"No I am not willing to do that yet, besides weren't you the one who came up with the plan anyway? I have gone this far, maybe after a day or two more of me wetting myself they will finally give up and buy me diapers." I said very hopefully.

 

Mark just continued to look at me worriedly. "Well Craig, I just hope they don't blow their top and start to spank you for your accidents. As for me starting all this, I am starting to wish I hadn't. I don't want you getting spanked or in trouble over my stupid idea!"

 

We were not able to discuss it any further as two girls showed up and soon we were joined by even more kids. I did lean over and whisper into Mark's ear.

 

"I just wanted to let you know I really have to pee and I don't think I am going to make it to school." I whispered in his ear as I reached down squeezed my boyhood which started to dribble a little.

 

Mark gave me a knowing look then looked at my crotch expectantly. I shook my head to let him know that I wasn't going to pee yet as I had managed to shut down the leak.

 

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Earlier that morning I was shaken awake by Dad. Because Mom had to go to my Aunt's house last night after dinner to help her for a day or two, she was not here to get me up this morning. This was the reason Dad had to do it. Dad planned ahead and told me before sending me to my bed the night before, that he put out a couple of those GoodNite Bed Mats on Mom's side of the bed. He wanted me to know that if I did get in bed with him, that I was to lie on the mats on Mom's side of the bed.

 

So like I have been doing, I woke up in the middle of the night with the help of the Screaming Meanie. Even with that loud alarm I was still real sleepy so no sooner was I in my parent's bed then I was once again in dreamland. In fact I was so tired that after I stripped out of my wet things I forgot to put dry pajamas on and just climbed into my parents' bed naked. I don't know how I managed to do it, but I did remember somehow to lie down on Mom's side of the bed. I guess because I had all of Mom's side of the bed and it was well covered with the mats, Dad didn't bother checking on me or taking me to the toilet the whole night. Shoot I don't even know if Dad knew I was there until the next morning.

 

This morning when Dad woke me up I was of course soaked and I had peed so much that the mats failed and the bed did get wet. Luckily my pee didn't spread far enough to get my dad wet, so he was able to sleep undisturbed. I also saturated the top sheet and blanket covering me. Knowing Dad was getting upset with my constant peeing in their bed, I was afraid he might get angry with me. But at the sight of my wet naked body he actually chuckled a little.

 

"Well Sir Wetsalot, I think you need a good shower. While you are in there cleaning up, I will take care of the wet bedding and then make breakfast." Dad let me know and then asked, "How does Cream of Wheat sound this morning?"

 

I gave my dad my goofiest smile and said, "Sure sounds yummy Daddy." With that I went and got my shower.

 

Now Mom has been lately making it a point to make me use the potty and not letting me off until I do something in the toilet. This included making sure I went before I left for school. Well this morning I noticed as I was standing in the shower that I had to pee and it wasn't just a little, I had to pee badly! I am sure if Dad hadn't woken me when he had and he himself hadn't got up, I am sure he would have ended up sleeping in a puddle of my pee. Anyway I really had to go and I almost let it go right there in the shower. Then I remembered Mom was not here this morning and I knew then, that I wanted to try my best and hold it until I was on the bus and hopefully I would lose control of my bladder while still on the bus. I know that sounds like an awful idea, but after a week of peeing myself in front of classmates, including now twice on the bus ride home, It didn't bother me as bad as it did when I first started wetting myself. As I got out of the shower and got ready for the day I was not sure if I would even make it out of the house before I wet my pants.

 

As I figured, Dad never made me pee before leaving for school. This of course allowed me to be able to have my planned bus ride accident. He did offer to drive me to school on his way to work, but I turned the ride down by telling him that I wanted to ride the bus with my friends. It never occurred to me that this was a mistake. You see, I had totally forgot that with Mom gone helping my aunt and Dad at work, there was no one to bring clean pants and underwear to school for me.

 

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So here I was on the bus sitting next to Mark, and Randy right behind us. We hadn't been on the bus more than a minute when a strong spasm hit my bladder and I lost control for a split second. I guess Mark noticed because he started staring at the crotch of my pants again.

 

"Hey what's going on Mark?" Randy asked as Mark was no longer paying attention to the story he had been telling, about how his brother Billi had gotten into trouble last night.

 

I guess he followed Mark's gaze and even tried to stand up so that he could look at my lap as well, that is until Mrs. Filch noticed Randy standing up.

 

"RANDY, SIT DOWN NOW!" Mrs. Filch demanded loudly and Randy quickly replanted his butt on his seat. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you children, you are not to stand or be moving around while the bus is moving!" She grumbled loudly. She yelled out again, "I SWEAR, THE NEXT BOY OR GIRL THAT STANDS UP WHILE THE BUS IS MOVING, WILL BE PUT OFF THE BUS AND WILL WALK THE REST OF THE WAY TO SCHOOL! THAT CHILD WILL ALSO BE WALKING TO SCHOOL FOR THE REST OF THE SCHOOL YEAR!" After that blow up, she didn't say a word for the rest of the bus ride to school.

 

After Randy seemed sure that it was safe to move again, he scooted his butt to the very edge of his seat and leaned forward so that he was right behind the back of Mark and my heads. "So what is going on here?" Randy whispered so quietly that I even barely understood what he said.

 

It was Mark who answered Randy's question as I once again lost control and squirted a small amount into my underwear. So far I managed to keep my pants dry but I knew that wouldn't be the case very much longer. As for Mark answering Randy's question, I have to assume he told Randy what I told him before we got on the bus.

 

I know that Randy would have loved to have been right next to me like Mark was so that he could watch me pee my pants, but he had to settle with having Mark letting him know when it happened. As for me I knew that I was not going to be able to hold it much longer as I wiggled in my seat trying to keep from peeing myself.

 

"Dang it Randy!" I thought to myself as people were noticing all the attention of him and Mark on me.

 

A week ago, the sight of the three of us as we are now would have hardly been noticeable on the bus. Now with all accidents I have been having recently, the other kids pay a lot more attention to me, especially my pants. This is why I now had several heads looking towards me. I suddenly had a wish that I could go back in time and change my mind as my face flushed red from embarrassment.

 

So here I was starting to squirm even more and in the process I almost lost full containment. A large squirt of pee had made its way into my underpants, which were now quite damp against my groin. When I looked at my pants I saw the inevitable wet spot on the front of them.

 

I guess the younger kid across from me noticed my wet spot as well as he blurted out, "Mrs. Filch, Craig peed his pants again."

 

Boy I wanted to kill that kid. Now because of him, not only did Mrs. Filch know, but so did everyone else on the bus. Even though Mrs. Filch didn't respond I knew she would most likely make me go to the nurse's office right away. Still technically I had yet to wet my pants. I was starting to think that maybe I could hold it until I got to school. I know that I was wussing out especially since I couldn't embarrass myself anymore then I already had. Even so, God or fate or whatever you want to call it, had other plans.

 

We were just a block from the school and I was sure now more than ever convinced that I would make it, when we suddenly hit a large pothole. The jolt was all my poor aching bladder needed, to make it contract and push its contents through my weakened sphincter muscle, and then into my pants. It felt like gallons of warm boy piss was pouring into my pants. It puddled for a moment on the bus seat then made its way to the floor under my seat.

 

My crying reignited everyone's attention towards me and for those who could see what happened, like the younger boy across from me, they announced it to everyone else on the bus. I just continued to stare in my lap at the large and still growing wet spot, as I cried silently to myself.

 

"Hey Craig, don't worry. The school will call your mom and she will bring you dry clothes." Mark tried comforting me.

 

I nodded my head in agreement but then I froze.

 

"What's wrong Craig?" Both Randy and Mark asked at the same time.

 

"How am I going to get clean clothes?" I said more to myself then to them.

 

"Huh?" Mark grunted.

 

"What do you mean?" Randy asked me.

 

I looked at them both with a worried look, making sure to turn my head far enough to see Randy's face. I then put my hands into my face as I once again cried silently into them. As the bus came to a stop in front of our school, I forced myself to stop crying and wiped my pale blue eyes, dry of my tears. As the kids started to exit the bus single file, the three of us hung back until everyone else got off the bus. Now more composed of myself, I stood up and once again looked at my two friends.

 

"My Mom and Dad aren't home today and I don't know how to get in touch with them." I sadly announced to them before making my way to the front of the bus.

 

I could hear both Randy and Mark gasp as they realized what my day was probably going to be like. Neither said anything and quickly caught up to me as I reached the bus driver.

 

Mrs. Filch looked down at my wet pants but instead of sounding cruel she looked sadly into my eyes and told me to go and see the nurse, but before I could she stopped me. "Craig, I am so sorry that you had another accident, I could have killed that Bobby..." I could only assume that by Bobby, she meant the little boy who announced my accident to everyone. "...Craig, just know that he will be punished and that from now on, I will not tolerate anyone making fun of you again about it."

 

At that, Mrs. Filch became her ornery self again and ordered us Three Amigo's, off her bus.

 

Dreading what I had to do next, I was glad that Randy and Mark went with me. As we approached the door to the nurse's office, I told them both that I would be fine and to go on to class before they were late.

 

"You sure you don't want us to go with you?" Randy asked as if he were almost pleading to be there for me.

 

"Yeah Craig, we don't care if we are late." Mark stopped and looked as if he were trying to remember something, he then smiled. "You know what the `Three Musketeers' say. They say `all for one and one for all'!" Mark smiled as he was happy to remember the quote.

 

I just stared at Mark in confusion. "What does `all for one and one for all' mean?" I asked Mark.

 

As for Randy he groaned. "Hey shit for brains..." at this he knocked his fist on Mark's head. "...anyone home in there? Did you forget something? We are not the `Three Musketeers', `we are the Three Amigo's'!"

 

Mark rubbed the spot on his head where Randy hit him and frowned a bit before saying, "Well it is close enough isn't it?"

 

I still couldn't help wondering what the quote meant. "Mark, are you going to tell me what it means or do I have to beat it out of you!" And I smiled to let him know I was just joking on the beating part.

 

"Yeah what does it mean?" Randy asked as well.

 

"Er... Umm... A... I am sorry guys but I don't know what it means. I was watching the movie last night with my family and heard the quote and I thought it sounded cool." Mark tried to explain.

 

Both Randy and I groaned.

 

Randy then thumped Mark once again on his head and actually hit the same spot he did only moments before. Because of this second thump to Mark's already sensitive head, he let out a quick yell of pain.

 

Suddenly the door to the nurse's office was flung open. There still holding handle to her door was Nurse Peggy and she didn't look too happy. She of course assumed that we had been fighting with each other again.

 

"Are you boys fighting again? Didn't the three of you learn your lesson the last time?" She asked us angrily.

 

"No, we were just talking, I swear Mrs. Peggy!" I said quickly hoping she would believe me.

 

Mrs. Peggy's eyes had landed on Mark who had been still rubbing his sore head. "Mark, is your head okay? Did someone hit you up there?" Mrs. Peggy asked Mark before giving both Randy and me a quick glare.

 

"Mrs. Peggy I'm okay. We were just goofing around and Randy thumped me a little harder than he meant to." Mark explained to her.

 

"Well that better be the case. I swear if I find out it wasn't, I will personally put the three of you over my knee one at a time and spank your little butts!" Somehow I knew Mrs. Peggy meant what she said and my tender butt suddenly clamped tight in fear.

 

At that she started to close her office door. "I am sorry Mrs. Peggy but I need your help I announced to her before she closed the door all the way.

 

She hesitated shutting the door then opened it up again and gave me a good look. I knew immediately when she became aware of why I needed her help.

 

"Oh Craig, already? She asked in a disappointed motherly tone. I slumped my shoulders in shame and was about to cry again. "Oh sweetie, don't you cry. We will get you all cleaned up in no time." She promised me. She then looked at Mark and Randy. "Okay boys, I got it from here. Please go to class before you are late."

 

Mrs. Peggy then pulled me into her office and shut her door. "Okay Craig, you know the drill. If you are just wet go into the examining room and strip and clean up. If you have pooped keep your underwear on and I will be there in a minute to clean you up."

 

I knew what the nurse did during this time and that was to call my house and let my parents know that I needed them to come to my school and bring me clean clothes. I knew this time that there was no one home for her to reach and that meant no one to bring me clean clothes as well.

 

"Um, Mrs. Peggy? My mom and dad aren't home right now and I don't know what I am going to do!" I cried some more. I was really worried about having to spend the day in my peed pants and underwear.

 

"Are you sure Craig?" She asked me with concern.

 

I nodded my head and continued to cry. I didn't know what I was going to do right now. I wondered if they would let me hide out in the nurse's office for the school day. Something told me though that wouldn't be the case.

 

"Craig, please do what I asked. Don't worry I have a couple of emergency numbers to call if needed and even if that doesn't work I will find a way." Mrs. Peggy told me with sincerity.

 

I nodded my head in understanding and went into the back room, what she called the examining room. I was glad that at least I hadn't pooped which meant that if I had to spend the day in wet pants that at least I wouldn't have to also spend it in poopy pants. I put my backpack on the chair and untied and kicked off my shoes. I then unsnapped my pants and pulled down my zipper and pushed them down to my ankles and then stepped out of them. I was now in my wet and pee stained underwear, my t-shirt, and my socks. Not knowing what else to do, I stuck to the routine and hooked my thumbs under the waist band of my wet Underoos and quickly pulled them off of me. I then remembered my socks and pulled each one off.

 

Still following instruction, I made my way to the large sink and proceeded to soap up a cloth and washed everything from my waist down including my hard boyhood. I proceeded to wash all the soap out of the wash cloth. The next thing I did was use the sprayer hose and rinsed all the soap off my body, making sure to be careful and not get my shirt wet. I made sure to stand over the drain in the floor as I washed all the soap down it.

 

As I was finishing with cleaning all the soap off me, Nurse Peggy entered the room. Now the first time she saw me naked I was totally embarrassed and covered myself, but now in this short time I have gotten use to her seeing me naked. She took the sprayer hose with one hand from me and gave me a towel she was holding in her other hand.

 

"Here Craig and get yourself dried off."

 

"Were you able to reach my parents?" I asked hopefully as I dried myself off.

 

"I am sorry Craig, I did reach your dad's secretary but she says he is away from the office and she can't reach him by his cell phone." She then looked at me with a hopeful look. "Craig, does your mother have a cell phone? Mrs. Peggy asked me.

 

I looked at Mrs. Peggy and sighed. "She does but I don't remember the number." The fact was, other than my home number and Randy and Mark's home numbers; I hadn't been able to memorize any other numbers including both my parents' cell phone numbers.

 

"Craig you should always know your parents cell numbers. You never know when an emergency like this might happen." Mrs. Peggy droned on and on.

 

She just couldn't understand that it was hard for me to remember their cell numbers as I never called them anyway. If my parents would just give me my own cell phone then I could have all the numbers I needed programed into the phone. Of course they didn't agree with me and said I was way too young to have my own cell phone. I had finished drying myself off and dropped the towel onto the floor where I forgot about it.

 

"You say your mother is at your aunt's house?"

 

"Yes ma'am." I responded glad that she was no longer going on about my inability to remember phone numbers.

 

"You don't by any chance know what your aunt's number is?" She asked.

 

I had to stop myself from getting smart with her. I mean, wouldn't I have told her already the number if I knew it? Instead I bit my tongue and simply said, "No ma'am."

 

"Well maybe we can get the number from the phonebook. What is your aunt's name?" The nurse asked me.

 

"Wendy Paulson"

 

"Okay let's see." She said as she grabbed the thick phonebook and looked for my aunt's name.

 

While this whole thing was going on, I was standing there in nothing but my shirt. I was starting to get a little chilly and my little soldier, no longer hard, retreated into me; I guess it was trying to get warm. I had forgotten the discarded towel which was lying next to me on the floor. I guess Nurse Peggy must have seen me shiver as she stopped scanning the phonebook and looked at me.

 

"Oh Craig, I am sorry I should have at least got you something so you aren't naked. She then went over to a cabinet and pulled something from it. "I don't think Bernie will miss a diaper as his mom keeps him real stocked up."

 

My mind seemed to come to a screeching halt when I heard the word `diaper'. At that point I didn't know any other kid in school, besides Mark that is, that wore diapers. I guess thinking about it, with as many kids that go to my school, that there had to be another wetter or two. As I said my mind screeched to a stop on the word diaper. For some reason though I felt the need to put it in reverse and back up a little, that was when I came to the diaper's owner, Bernie. I couldn't help wondering who Bernie was. Of course I could have asked Mrs. Peggy but that was out of the question. I couldn't ask her that because she might realize I was interested in diapers. In fact I realized I needed to play this diaper idea as if I detested it.

 

As Mrs. Peggy came towards me, I couldn't help staring at the thick disposable diaper in her hand and for a minute I fantasized about her putting that diaper on me. Then I got to business and started to put on my act. Now the thing was that I wanted to make it clear to Nurse Peggy that I didn't want the diaper on me, but at the same time not too much to convince her to not do it, after all I really did want to be put in that diaper.

 

"Ma'am, what's the diaper for?" I asked while trying to make my voice edgy and worried sounding.

 

"Oh darling, please don't get upset. I can't have you naked and I don't have any clean pants for you. This is just temporary until we can get you some clean clothes. Besides with as much as you have been peeing in your pants lately, maybe it would be a better idea that you wear a diaper." The nurse suggested.

 

"I don't want to wear it!" I said defiantly and maybe a little too much so. Even so I decided to continue. "I won't wear it and you can't make me! I will just tear it off!" I stated with false but real sounding determination.

 

Nurse Peggy stopped in her tracks as if she was having second thoughts. After about a minute she seemed to make a decision and turned around and took the diaper put it back in the cabinet that she got it from. I could have screamed as I saw that gleaming white diaper disappear back into the cabinet. Why oh why did I do that, I screamed inside my head. For a moment I really really considered begging the nurse to put the diaper on me. As much as I tried to stop myself, in the end I couldn't and I started to cry. I was so damn upset about losing my chance to wear a diaper. The worse thing about it is if I had shut my trap and hadn't said a word, I would be now clad in that thick white disposable diaper.

 

"Oh don't worry baby, I am not going to make you wear the diaper. I didn't mean to upset you; I just thought you would be more comfortable with something on that would also help you if you had another accident. Don't worry, we will get your mom and have her bring you clean clothes." Nurse Peggy said soothingly.

 

Nurse Peggy saw the towel that I had thrown on the floor and reached down and picked it up. She then took the towel and wrapped it around my skinny waist a few times and then tucked it in. I guess at least I was not naked, but I much rather would have been wearing a thirsty diaper then some stupid ole towel. In the end I guess I can say I know what to not do in the future. To hell with people who may be thinking I was into diapers!

 

With me now clad in my towel I decided to sit down in one of the chairs as Mrs. Peggy went back to the phonebook. There must have been a lot of people with the last name of Paulson as it seemed to take her forever. Finally after a long time she looked at me.

 

"Craig honey, is it possible that the phone is listed in your uncles name?" She asked me.

 

I just shrugged my head as I wasn't sure. I mean, I never looked for their name in the phonebook so how was I supposed to know.

 

"Okay baby, can you tell me what his name is?" She asked.

 

"Um it's..." I really had to think about that one as I rarely ever used his first name I always just call him Uncle P. which is what I always called him. Now thinking about it I couldn't help smile a little at the `P' name. "...Oh it is Danny." I remembered suddenly.

 

"So his name is Daniel?" She asked in a corrective way.

 

I just shrugged my shoulders. I had now given her everything I knew as she went back to looking through the phonebook again. Then a thought hit me and I suddenly felt real stupid.

 

"Nurse Peggy?"

 

"Yes baby."

 

"Is that a Chicago phonebook?" I asked knowing already that the answer was no.

 

"No it is the local phonebook for this and surrounding towns. Does your aunt live in Chicago?

 

"Yes ma'am, well actually she lives in Joliet." I corrected myself.

 

"Well the school doesn't have a phonebook of the area but let's try the computer. Not caring that I was just in a towel I walked into the other room where her office was and sat in front of her desk as she took a seat behind it and started to type on the computer. This actually turned out to be much quicker.

 

Nurse Peggy seemed to be in a much better mood when she found the number which by the way was listed under both my aunt and uncle's name. She proceeded to dial the number and after a few moments started to talk to someone. I of course only heard the one sided conversation from Mrs. Peggy.

 

"Hello, my name is Peggy Wilder and I am the school nurse at Craig Pederson's grade school. I am trying to reach his mother."

 

"Thank you I really appreciate it."

 

There were a few minutes where Nurse Peggy didn't say anything. Then she started to speak to my mother from what it sounded like.

 

"Good Morning Mrs. Pederson."

 

"Oh thank you very much."

 

"Yes"

 

"Yes I am sorry but that is the case."

 

"Of course, I understand but Craig cannot go around the school naked."

 

"Uh huh."

 

"Well we do but right now all the spare clothes are out still. Quite a few students had accidents this week."

 

If I hadn't been so interested in the one-sided conversation, I might have wondered who those students were.

 

"Yes, but normally in the case with Craig, we like to ask the parents to bring a few changes of clothes to us so that we have something for him in the case of an emergency like now."

 

"Well like I said we don't have anything, I did try to suggest a diaper as something he could wear until we got him some clothes. Unfortunately he was not too happy with that idea and got upset."

 

"Yes I understand but the diaper would at least help him if he has another accident."

 

At this point I was really starting to get interested in the conversation. I wished I could hear what my mom was actually saying but going by the conversation she didn't seem too happy that the nurse wanted me to wear a diaper. Then again it was really hard to know when I can only hear Mrs. Peggy's side of the conversation.

 

"Yes I understand."

 

"Yes I will respect your wishes though I wish you would consider it as it would help Craig out and he won't have to be afraid of wetting his pants again in front of his classmates."

 

"Yes I know, but I just wanted you to know that Craig is not the only student his age that has wetting and soiling problems and those students seem much more confident in school with wearing dia..."

 

"No Mrs. Pederson, I am not trying to tell you how to raise your son. Even so the question remains what are we going to do about Craig's immediate problem?"

 

"Okay, just a moment." At that Nurse Peggy held out the phone to me. "Craig, your mother would like to speak with you."

 

I just took the phone and something told me that this was not going to be an enjoyable conversation so I was a little hesitant to put the phone up to my ear.

 

"Hi Mommy." I said a little fearfully.

 

"Craig, what is this about you having another accident?" She asked in an almost demanding tone.

 

"I am sorry Mommy, I couldn't help it. I tried to hold it but when the bus hit a pothole I lost control and peed my pants!" I said as I started to sob into the phone.

 

"Craig I don't know what to do with you!" She said disappointedly. Craig, how many times have I told you to go potty before you leave the house?"

 

"I don't know!" I cried and then added, "I forgot Mommy."

 

"Didn't your daddy tell you to use the potty before you left for school?" Mom seemed to be getting agitated.

 

"No Mommy he didn't." I cried some more.

 

Again Mom sounded angry but it didn't sound like her normal angry, no this angry sounded a 100 times worse. For a brief moment my earlier morning conversation with Mark came back to me. The conversation where he was telling me that maybe I should give up my plan after all. He was worried that I might start getting spanked for my accidents and hearing all that mad in my mom's voice made me very fearful of that happening.

 

"I swear your father sometimes does not listen!" Mom stated in raw anger.

 

At hearing all her anger, I couldn't help it and outright started bawling into the phone. "I am sorry Mommy! I am sorry... so sorry! I promise I won't ever wet my pants again!" I bawled and made promises that I knew deep down I could not and would not keep. Oh yes I might dial back things for a while and then once everything has cooled off a little I can start again, this time do it gradually instead of all at once.

 

I guess Mom realized how much she was scaring me and suddenly got quiet for a moment. "Oh baby, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to get so angry and I wasn't really mad at you. I am just upset at your father as I asked him just this morning to make sure you went potty before you left for school! I am upset that some school nurse thinks that the best thing to do is diaper you like some toddler! The biggest reason I am upset is because I am so far away and I can't help you. All I can say is that I will keep on trying to call your father and hope that he can bring you a change of clothes." Mom tried to explain to me.

 

I really don't know where I got the courage, maybe it was from the anger of missing my chance earlier. Whatever the reason was, I found the courage to tell Mom I would wear one.

 

"Mommy..." I sniffled a little and my chest heaved with a sob before I was able to continue. "I will wear the diaper for now until Daddy can get here." With me being so upset I was glad that my statement sounded more in defeat then what I really felt, which was a building hope.

 

"No Craig, I will not make you wear a diaper. I have already told your school nurse how we feel about the topic. Trust me Craig, I will figure out something. Now baby can you give the phone back to the nurse?" Mom asked.

 

"Yes Mommy, I love you." I said into the receiver before handing it back to Mrs. Peggy.

 

Again I listened to the one sided conversation which this time turned out to be pretty short.

 

"Yes ma'am, I understand."

 

"Okay, I can do that."

 

"Alright we will be waiting for your call."

 

"Okay, goodbye Mrs. Pederson." And at that Nurse Peggy hung up the phone.

 

She then looked at me. "Well your mother wasn't too happy about the diaper idea but has agreed to have you wear one only as a last resort. She says she is going to try and reach your father and make a couple other calls. She says she will get back with us in the next 15 minutes." Mrs. Peggy explained.

 

Oh boy, now I had 15 minutes of total boredom while waiting for Mom to get back with us. Boy I must have been really bored as I grabbed my history book and actually started to read the next chapter. After 20 minutes went by with no response, the nurse looked at me.

 

"Your mommy did say this might take some time and I really don't like the idea of you being out of class so long. I heard you tell your mom that you would wear the diaper until your dad got here, is that correct?" I just nodded my head yes. There was no way I was going to do anymore; I didn't want to jinx myself twice. "Now Craig, you understand that we have no pants to give you. That means you will have to go around with your shirt and diaper and of course your socks and shoes."

 

I looked over at her and nodded my head. "Okay Mrs. Peggy I will wear the diaper." I looked at her and added, "It could never be any worse than what I have gone through so far these last couple months." I stated very bluntly. I reminded her of my depantsing, and the embarrassment of all my accidents, I mean at this point I don't see how things can get any worse than it is already."

 

"Okay Craig, if you're sure then let's go on back into the examining room and we will borrow a diaper from Bernie."

 

Boy the urge to ask about this mystical diaper boy Bernie, really built inside of me, luckily I was able to get control over myself and clamped my mouth shut. I also didn't want to mess up my second chance at getting diapered too. I watched the nurse once again go over to the cabinet and remove that thick white diaper. I really tried my best to stop it but my boyhood was all excited at having itself wrapped snug in a diaper. My boyhood was at full salute. In fact it was so hard that I could feel the soreness that my hard member was causing me.

 

Just as she had me lay down on the bed and got the diaper situated under me, the phone in the office started to ring. "I just knew it; there was no way God was going to allow me to be diapered!" I silently berated myself. Mrs. Peggy of course stopped what she was doing and went to answer the phone. Hoping that maybe when she got back she would continue putting the diaper on me, I decided not to move. She was gone for about five or ten minutes, but she did seem happier.

 

"Craig, good news, your mom got in touch with your friend Mark's mom. It seems she has agreed to loan you some of Mark's clothes for the day. Oh and your mom said she would be picking you up from school today. She says she has gotten you a doctor's appointment as she is worried about all your accidents lately. I hope the doctor can fix whatever is wrong." The nurse explained.

 

Not knowing what else to do I laid there hoping that she would see me lying on the diaper and come back and finish the job. Oh you don't have to worry about the diaper now; Mrs. Taylor should be here shortly with a full change of clean clothes." She informed me.

 

I wasn't about to have this diaper ripped from me again a second time. "Mrs. Peggy, I don't want to get Mark's clothes dirty if I have another accident. Do you think it will be okay this one time for me to wear a diaper?" I asked and I hope the longing I was feeling in my heart was not also noticed in my eyes.

 

"Well Craig, if you really want to wear the diaper to protect your friends clothing I understand." Mrs. Peggy almost seemed proud of me as I said that. I don't know why she seemed proud and I didn't think to ask either. Then she relayed part of the discussion with my Mom. "Like I said earlier Craig, your mom was very clear when it came to diapers. She was totally against it and would only accept it as the very last resort. Unless Mark's mom states you can't wear the clothes without a diaper, my hands are tied. I do hope that your mom and dad eventually realize how much easier and less humiliating having a diaper on is. In fact I would be willing to wager everything I have that you still wet your bed" At this I nodded my head yes. "I see, and you don't wear any protection either do you?" I shook my head no this time. "That is what I figured. Tell me Craig, honestly do you think it would be better to wake up dry and with a wet diaper, or wake up sopping wet and your whole body stinking of your pee?"

 

I didn't hesitate as I knew what my answer was. "I would much rather have the diapers but I don't know how to tell my parents without them thinking I am some baby or worse some weirdo!" I answered her.

 

Nurse Peggy gave me a nod of her head and went back out to her office, where I assumed she was waiting for Mrs. Taylor to show up. For some reason she shut the door on the way out. Since I wasn't prepared to give up my chance at being diapered yet, I stayed where I was with my butt still firmly planted on that diaper. I guess I was thinking that Mrs. Taylor might see it and diaper me herself.

 

I am not really sure how long it was before I heard Mark's mom come into Nurse Peggy's office. I heard the two adults talking in the other room but they were quiet enough that I wasn't able to hear what exactly was being said. This kinda made me nervous as it seemed that this was done purposefully so that I was not able to hear them. It made me wonder what they were trying to keep from me. For a moment I thought of getting down off the bed and the diaper I was laying on and seeing if I can hear better with my ear against the door. In the end I decided against it because I didn't want to lose my chance of being diapered. I don't know why but for some reason I felt that as long as my butt stayed planted on the diaper then I had a good chance of having it put on me.

 

It grew quiet and the next thing I knew the two women were entering the examining room where I was still lying down on the bed with a diaper laid out between my legs and naked from the waist down. I don't know why I did it as Mrs. Taylor has seen me naked several times, but once she entered the room, both of my hands shot down to cover my small boyhood. At the same time, redness spread up my neck and burned into my cheeks.

 

"Good morning Craig. Your mommy asked me if you could borrow some of Mark's cloths today since you had an accident this morning." Mrs. Taylor said in a sweet motherly voice.

 

Sure enough, I could see in her hands a bundle of clothes. It looked like a pair of jeans and a pair of Mark's whitey-tighties, which even I could see weren't so white anymore. "Well I have nothing I can say about that as most of my white underwear was heavily pee stained as well. I also saw that she had brought a shirt even though my shirt was still dry.

 

"Come on Craig, you need to quickly put on these clothes so you won't miss any more of your class." Mrs. Taylor instructed me, still in that motherly tone.

 

"But..." I started

 

"No but's Craig! Get down from there and take these clothes and get dressed." She demanded.

 

Still I wasn't ready to just give up on getting my diaper. "Mrs. Taylor, what if I pee or even worse, poop in Mark's clothes?" I asked hopefully.

 

"Craig honey, as you obviously already know, you wouldn't be the first to use the toilet in these pants."

 

Once again feeling the chance for the diaper slipping away, I did something that I don't think I could ever do, I begged.

 

"Please Mrs. Taylor, I would much rather wear a diaper so that if I have another accident it won't get on Mark's clothes and you won't have to come back and bring clean clothes again. Plus then all the kids won't know when I have an accident." I pleaded while trying to use common sense and reasoning.

 

Mrs. Taylor walked over to me and I almost became giddy with hope as I thought she was going to put the diaper on me. Unfortunately this was not going to be the case. It turns out that one of the things that the school nurse and Mark's mom had been talking about was about how adamant my mother was that I not be diapered.

 

"I am sorry honey, your mommy doesn't want you diapered. She has made that very clear both to me and your school nurse."

 

My lip started to tremble as once again my diaper dream was ripped from me. Mrs. Taylor reached down and pulled me up so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed. She then hugged me to her tightly and I felt her kiss my head tenderly.

 

"Oh sweetie, I know how bad things have been for you lately. If it were up to me I would diaper you but your mommy doesn't want that and we have to respect her wishes. I swear if you have another accident I will bring you some clean clothes. In fact I am going to take your dirty clothes with me and clean them for you." She then ran her hands through my hair and finally lifted me off the bed and stood me on the floor. "Please take your shirt off Craig; I brought you a clean one."

 

Now back on my feet, I took off my shirt like I was told and handed it to Mrs. Taylor. She took the shirt from me and handed me Mark's clothes. It didn't even occur to me to protest taking my shirt off, which left my small and thin 3 foot 11 inch frame, completely naked. I mean my shirt wasn't even dirty and I pulled it clean from my drawer this morning.

 

Once I had the clothes both Mark's mom and the nurse went back into her office. The nurse did again shut the door so to give me privacy, when you think about it though it is messed up because they already seen everything I had. Again though, Mrs. Taylor has seen me naked many times. I mean she has even bathed me several times.

 

I looked over at the bed and saw the diaper still there. My mind whirled with all kinds of ideas. "If I take the diaper would Mrs. Peggy notice?" I kept asking myself. A part of me screamed "NO! She won't notice, take it!" Another part of me said, "It is way too risky, she will see it gone."

 

As I stood there about to dress myself I remembered the cabinet and how the nurse stated that one kid... What was his name again... Oh that's right, it was Bernie. Anyway the nurse said that Bernie had so many diapers that he would never miss one. Obviously I couldn't take the one on the bed as the nurse would sooner or later remember it, even if she didn't I wasn't going to chance it. I figured I could maybe steal a diaper or two from the cabinet and get Mark to put one on me at recess.

 

Knowing I didn't I have a lot of time I walked over to the cabinet and opened it up. When I saw what was inside, my mouth opened and I swear my jaw smacked the floor. The cabinet was filled with all kinds of diapers but I decided to play it safe and located the white thick disposables like the one lying on the bed and I knew instantly that they were Bernie's. The next problem presented itself. Bernie's diapers, which there were definitely a lot of, were on a shelf too high for me to reach.

 

I looked around the room and noticed a small wooden chair made for us kids to sit in. I went over and picked it up and brought it back over to the cabinet. Even after I got on the chair, I had trouble getting one of the top diapers. Yes I could have pulled a couple from the bottom but I was afraid if I did that, the whole stack would fall and I would never be able to explain that to the school nurse or Mark's mom for that matter. So I reached as high as I could while standing on my tiptoes and grabbed two diapers as I settled back on my feet, I felt my boyhood get hard and when I looked down at it I swear it had to be almost two inches long, which is the biggest it has ever been.

 

I was about to get down from the chair when greed and desire made me reach for that top shelve once again. I know it was stupid as the nurse was sure to notice, but at that moment I was no longer thinking with my brain. Instead I was thinking with my other smaller head. I grabbed 2 more of those diapers. I ran over to my backpack and was glad it wasn't that full as I shoved all four diapers into it. I then finished getting dressed.

 

A couple minutes later the nurse stuck her head into the room. "Craig, are you about done?" She asked out of concern as it was taking so long.

 

I was going to tell her yeah but stopped when I noticed something. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" My mind screamed.

 

Stupid me had been in such a hurry, I had not only left the cabinet doors open but I also left the chair there. So far Nurse Peggy wasn't looking that way so she hadn't noticed. When she came in I was tying my shoes so I was almost done. I needed a reason to delay my leaving now so I could put things back to the way they were. Thinking fast I looked up at her and silently prayed that this would work.

 

"Ma'am, I have to poop so I will do that and be out in a couple minutes" I prayed she would buy it.

 

There was a small toilet in the room. It was partially private but it had no door in front so people can see you. I didn't really have to poop and intended on saving that for the diaper anyway.

 

The nurse looked at me for a second or two. "Okay Craig, please make it fast as you almost missed the whole morning of school." She instructed me.

 

Truthfully I could care less on that, in fact I wished I could miss the whole day. The only thing I liked about school was spending time with Mark and Randy. Other than that I wouldn't miss it for a day.

 

These thoughts went through me quickly as I noticed that Mrs. Peggy was still looking at me expectantly. "Oops, sorry Mrs. Peggy. I promise I will be out in a couple minutes." I said respectfully.

 

Boy did I breathe normally again when she shut the door behind her. I then raced over and moved the wooden chair back to where I got it. I then went back over to the cabinet and once again quietly hoping that she doesn't notice the missing diapers, I closed the cabinet.

 

With everything back in place I went over and flushed the toilet and went to the sink to scrub my hands. I then made my way back into Mrs. Peggy's office. I had expected to see Mrs. Taylor still there but she was nowhere in sight.

 

I guess the nurse noticed what I was doing. "Mrs. Taylor left but she informed me that if you have another problem she would bring you more clean clothes. She also took your dirty clothes with her."

 

"Okay thanks for letting me know ma'am" I answered politely.

 

"Uh Craig are you forgetting something?"

 

I seriously was confused on that but suddenly I remembered my backpack and without saying anything I rushed back into the other room to retrieve it. "Boy that was close." I thought. The last thing I want was her or someone else looking into it and seeing the 4 diapers I stole. When I got back in front of the nurse to get my hall pass, she was chuckling and it seemed like she was chuckling at me.

 

I couldn't help myself as I shouted. "What? Are you laughing at me?"

 

"Oh Craig sweetie, I am so sorry. I am not laughing at you, I swear. Anyway that wasn't what I meant."

 

Now I was confused again. You know, why is it adults have to always be so cryptic. They seem to forget we are just little kids!

 

Nurse Peggy was finally able to get control back over her chuckling. "Craig, when I asked you if you forgot something I meant your zipper." At that she pointed down to my crotch.

 

I followed her finger down and sure enough, my zipper was all the way down and my still hard boyhood was making a tent in Mark's very peed stained underwear and poking out the zipper.

 

Oh my god, when I saw that, my head filled with so much blood, that I was surprised it wasn't gushing out of my nose, ears, and mouth. I reached down and fumbled with the zipper of Marks pants and in the process almost hurt my boyhood which was still pointed out the zipper. I started to cry as I tried to force that rock solid organ inside my pants but it was not cooperating at all.

 

The Nurse saw that I was close to having a meltdown and so she came over and helped me. It was weird but it also felt good when she grabbed my cloth covered boyhood and forced it back inside my pants and then zipped them up for me. She then grabbed a box of tissues and held it out for me to grab a couple.

 

"You're going to be okay Craig. Take a couple tissues so you can wipe your eyes." Then as an afterthought, "Craig, please wipe and blow your nose you have snot running down your lips."

 

I did as I was told. After I had stopped crying and was ready for class she gave me my hall pass and I finally made my way to my classroom.

 

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"Here lay down here Craig." Mark instructed and as he requested I laid down on the cold tile floor of the little bathroom inside our classroom. The bathroom was actually made for one kid at a time but because I needed Marks help, we were both crowded in the small room.

 

Once we had been excused for morning recess, I quickly had told him and Randy what happened at the nurse's office. Mark had already noticed when I came in that I was wearing his clothes and so it didn't shock him to find out his mom had been here at the school that morning. When I told them about Bernie, both of them seemed seriously interested. Neither of them had heard of this Bernie kid. We decided that we would try to find out who he was before the end of the school year.

 

If I thought they were interested when I told them about Bernie, then they were really interested when I told them I stole 4 of his diapers. Mark's Sapphire eyes got so huge with surprise and wonder; I thought they were going to pop out of him. For a moment there I had a strong urge to put my hands over them to keep them from popping out of his head.

 

As soon as all the students went out to recess I went to my locker and grabbed my backpack and then Mark (Who had agreed to put the diaper on me.) and I entered the bathroom while Randy stood guard and kept a look out.

 

So here I was lying on this cold floor in anticipation. To make it easier for Mark, I lowered the pants and underwear of his I was wearing, to my ankles. So now my bare butt was lying on the cold floor and as I looked up at Mark, my blasted boyhood stood up for him.

 

"Why is this always happening?" I groaned out loud.

 

Mark just laughed. As he started to diaper me he kept staring at my rigid soldier though he was trying to make it look like he wasn't. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, I still saw him look longingly. In a way I actually liked the idea that Mark seemed to like looking at it. I also noticed something else. Even through his GoodNite and pants I was able to see a bulge grow where I knew his boyhood was. Suddenly I wished I could see Mark's stiff member. In fact I found myself wanting to touch it and really examine it. I was in such thought that I hadn't even realized that I had reached out and touched the bulge in his pants.

 

When I noticed what I was doing I was about to move my hand but when I noticed the look on Mark's face, which was one of ecstasy, I knew he was liking it as much as me.

 

I hadn't expected it at all but I felt a small hand grip my firm boyhood and move it around. As he moved his hand around my stiffy I started to get this feeling like I was going to pee. I know I should have told Mark I was about to pee but I was so full of excitement and I was loving this feeling so much. I wanted this to last forever, just when I was about to pee though Randy announced that the teacher was coming.

 

Instantly we got back to business with an unspoken promise that we would be finishing this soon another time. Mark had me taped in the diaper quickly, it wasn't very tight but it was good enough. Once he had me taped in the diaper he left the bathroom to join Randy, to make it look like they were just waiting for me to pee. Once I had Mark's pants pulled back up and the zipper taken care of I came out to see our teacher talking to my friends.

 

When they saw me, we rushed out of the classroom and out to the playground. Once out there I was able to relax my bladder and fill the diaper. We then spent the rest of the recess playing on the playground equipment and running around chasing each other.

 

Even though we were having a lot of fun a couple of times mine and Mark's eyes seemed to find each other and I knew he was thinking about the same thing I was. I knew more than ever that I loved Mark, Of course I knew that I didn't really know what that meant but I did feel all happy and giddy around Mark. I couldn't wait until we were alone so that we could touch each other boyhoods again. In fact I wanted Mark to give me that good feeling again.

 

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It was near lunch time when we heard the classroom intercom hum to life. "Mrs. Miller, can you please send Craig Pederson down to my office." Mrs. Peggy announced through the intercom.

 

Suddenly I was scared. I looked over to both Randy and Mark and they both gave me knowing looks. I couldn't help wondering if she had noticed the missing diapers.

 

"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" I said underneath my breath.

 

I was starting to wish I could crawl into some unseen hole in the universe and hide there for the next 30 years or more. The nurse never calls people to her office so I was sure she had noticed the missing diapers.

 

"Yes Mrs. Peggy, he will be there shortly." My teacher announced through her desk unit. At that the hum of the intercom system went silent.

 

I slouched in my seat hoping the teacher would not see me but of course that wouldn't be the case. "Craig, please come up here and get your hall pass."

 

I didn't say a word as I stood up and walked up to her desk. I took the pass from my teacher and forced my feet out the classroom door. I really considered running out the school doors and not stop until I was safely hidden under the blankets of my own bed. As much as I wanted to do that, two things stopped me. One thing was that no one was home so the house was locked and I wouldn't be able to get in. The other thing was that, I knew no matter where I hid, I would eventually have to face the music, as Dad liked to put it.

 

I slowly made my way down the deserted hallway with the hall pass clutched tightly in my left hand. When I made it outside the nurse's office door, I froze and in fear lost control of my bladder and emptied myself into the already soaked diaper.

 

I am not sure where I got the strength or whatever you would call it, but I opened up the door and went inside.

 

The facial expression on Nurse Peggy's face was hard to read but when she motioned me to approach her desk I obeyed. "Craig, I think you know why I have called you down to see me."

 

I looked at her and was wondering if she was trying to bait and hook me. Maybe she didn't know for sure and was only guessing. I decided to try and play it as if I had no idea why I was here. Of course that is hard to do when your whole body is trembling like mine was.

 

"I am sorry ma'am, but I don't." I said very unconvincing and I knew she could see right through my feeble lie.

 

"Come on Craig, I know you stole 4 diapers from Bernie's supply. I know I said that Bernie would never notice but I keep track of the total of each kids diaper supply in my daily records."

 

I was more scared than ever now, "she knew, she really knew!" I screamed inside of my head. Still though I knew there was no way to prove it was me who took them. Of course I had forgotten all about my almost leaking diaper that I was wearing. It had swollen so much that there was no mistaken that I was wearing it under my or should I say Mark's jeans.

 

"Craig can you honestly sit there and lie like that. Please take a look at yourself." She said as she pointed towards my middle.

 

Of course I looked down and saw what she had obviously seen. These diapers were thicker than any diaper I ever wore before. I also have now learned that because they are so much thicker that they swell up more than any diaper that I ever seen. My whole diaper area was puffed out and bloated so much that there was no mistaking I was wearing one underneath my jeans.

 

I started to panic as I knew she had me. "I am sorry ma'am, I just wanted to make sure I wouldn't pee all over Mark's clothes!" I once again lied hoping this time she would believe me.

 

"Craig, I am not here to judge you about your obvious love of diaper." My face suddenly went white. "Don't be afraid Craig, I won't tell anyone but I can't have you stealing other student's diapers."

 

I looked through my fear filled eyes and I knew there was a good chance that tears would be flowing from them in the next few moments. I tried my best to hold back the surge as I nodded my head yes to her statement.

 

"Obviously you are wearing one of the diapers. Do you still have the other three?"

 

Again I just nodded my head yes as there was no way I would be able to speak anytime soon.

 

"Okay Craig, please go get the 3 diapers and bring them to me." And as she said this she handed me another hall pass.

 

I didn't waste any time, I ran all the way to my locker and without thinking, I grabbed the 3 diapers out of my pack and ran back to the office. Yes if I had been thinking, I would have just grabbed my backpack and brought the whole thing down with me. Right then though I was not thinking one bit. I didn't even notice I had started to cry. What I did know was that I was in the biggest trouble ever and I was scared when my parents found out that I stole diapers from another student that they would kill me. I also couldn't help thinking what Mr. Bell would say when it came time to see him for my punishment. I knew stealing was bad and I knew that using one of the diapers made it even worse.

 

As I entered the nurse's office with the three diapers I made my way to her and set the diapers on top her desk. She then held up the box of tissues and that was when I first realized I was crying. I took several tissues and continued to wipe at my eyes until my tear stopped.

"Well Craig, it looks like the diaper your wearing really needs to be changed and I can't have you running around in such a wet diaper. Please go into the other room and lie down on the bed."

 

I did as I was told, still not saying a word. She followed me into the room and as I got situated on the bed I watched as she went over and washed her hands and after drying them, put on a pair of latex gloves.

 

"Okay Craig, we will take care of that nasty wet diaper for you." Mrs. Peggy announced as she pulled down my zipper and pulled down my jeans and underwear at once.

 

This of course exposed my bloated diaper or should I say Bernie's bloated diaper, well may be not as Bernie wasn't the one who peed in it. I just stared at the ceiling as she un-taped the two tapes and pulled the front of the diaper down exposing my pee damp boyhood, which amazingly was once again hard. This did not even faze the nurse as she lifted my ankles and pulled the wet diaper out from underneath me. She took the wet diaper and rolled it into a ball and taped it tight. She then walked over to what I now knew was, and somehow missed before, a diaper pail and dropped the diaper inside. I heard a funny noise come from the diaper pail.

 

"Mrs. Peggy..." Curiosity it turned out was the key for me to get my voice back. "...what was that noise?" I asked.

 

"Oh that's nothing you need to worry about honey."

 

I groaned but knew I better not push it as I was in enough trouble already. Instead I went back to staring at the ceiling. I soon felt my whole diaper area being washed thoroughly with baby wipes. I guess she was done because I felt her pull up my underwear and covering my still hard boyhood. She then pulled up my jeans and like earlier this morning, she pressed my stiff member against my stomach as she zipped up my jeans and snapped the snap.

 

"Okay, you are all done now Craig. Please sit up on the bed for me sweetie." She instructed.

 

Still trying to minimize my upcoming punishment I did what I was told. As I sat up on the edge of the bed, I couldn't help feeling the loss of the wet padding that was no longer there. I knew I was about to find out how I was going to be punished or should I say my first punishment. I knew once I got home I would be punished again. I knew for sure that Dad would spank me.

 

Earlier in the year, I stole a pack of gum from the store, when out with my mom shopping. One of the employees saw me do it and approached us as we stepped outside the store. Boy was my mom embarrassed by me when they had us come back into the store. All I can say was that I was lucky the store decided not to press charges, since I was only 10 and it was just a cheap pack of gum. My parents on the other hand didn't go so easy on me and Dad gave me 10 whacks with his belt. He also warned me and said that the next time I stole anything I would get twice as many and it would be on my bare butt. So I hope you can see why I was so afraid right now.

 

"Okay Craig, you do know what you did was wrong, Right?" Mrs. Peggy asked.

 

I nodded my head yes.

 

"Craig I need to hear you speak, do you understand?"

 

I started to nod my head again but stopped myself. "Yes ma'am." I managed to get out.

 

"Okay now, that's better." She smiled and in a small way it did make me feel slightly better. "Craig, I want you to realize that not only did you steal, you also lied about doing it. I do not like it when students do this to me. I try to be as nice and understanding as I can be and it hurts when someone does what you did." She stopped for a moment.

 

I felt tears falling down my cheeks again and I sniffled as I used my hands to wipe them away. Again I felt a little better when Nurse Peggy gave me a smile.

 

"Craig sweetie, I know you are a good kid and I understand your strong need and want for the diapers. I am sure a good kid like you under normal circumstances wouldn't have done what you did. So this is what I am going to do, I am going to act like this never happened and it will remain our secret..." At hearing her say this I felt a sigh of relief slip from me. "...but if I ever see or even hear you stole or lied about anything again, it will be our secret no longer and I will tell your parents and punish you here at school." I was once again feeling fear prickle through me. "Do you understand Craig?" she asked me.

 

Once again I started to nod but when I saw her frown I almost shouted, "Yes ma'am!"

 

She then smiled at me again and had me follow her to her desk where she once again handed me a hall pass and told me to go back to class.

 

 

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I really needed to pee suddenly and shouted out to Mark and Randy. "Hey guys, I need to pee, I will be right back."

 

It was the last recess of the day and it had just started. "I don't know why I didn't notice it before we went outside." I groaned out loud.

 

Mark ran up to me and stopped me. "Hey I thought you were going to go in your pants?"

 

"Well that is the problem Mark, they are your pants." I reminded him.

 

"So what, I peed in them thousands of times." He laughed.

 

All of a sudden the idea of peeing in Mark's pants excited me. I felt tingly all over just thinking about it and my boyhood once again got hard. Mark grinned even more when he noticed the small bulge grow in the front of my pants. I smiled back and was shocked when in front of Randy he reached out and put his hand on top of my boyhood and groped it a little through the jeans.

 

"Craig I really want to feel your pee, can you go now?" Mark pleaded with not only his voice but also with those pretty blue eyes of his.

 

Without even thinking as I was caught up in the moment, besides I liked it when Mark touched me there, I let loose. Soon pee was gushing so fast out of my boyhood that it became like a fountain as it streamed out of my jeans. Through the whole thing Mark kept his hand right over where my boyhood was at and every few seconds would give it a squeeze which just wanted me to make him happy and pee more. Soon though I was drained and had nothing more to give. The whole front of my, well Mark's pants, were wet. I had a huge wet stain running all the way down my right leg. I had a smaller one that covered my thigh on my left leg. Also almost the whole front of Mark's shirt that I was wearing was soaked as well, as I had it tucked in. There was no way I was going to get past the playground monitor like this. Through this whole thing Randy looked at us in shock and amazement.

 

I don't know why I didn't go right away and let the monitor know I had an accident. I guess I just didn't care at the moment if anyone saw me wet and I didn't want to miss recess. So putting it out of my mind I smiled at my two friends and the three us started to play together. Unfortunately before recess was over, one of the other kids reported to the recess monitor that I had wet my pants and of course she sent me to the school nurse. I didn't care that I was once again seeing Mrs. Peggy. I was happy and felt better than I had in a while. I guess a lot of it had to do with the fact that just a few hours ago I thought that my life was over with. Now I knew that Mark felt the same as me because as we were playing earlier, when Randy wasn't looking, Mark kissed me right on the lips then reached down and squeezed the wet bulge.

 

When Mrs. Taylor came to bring me clean clothes, it turned out to be my clothes from this morning that she had already washed and dried. She was very understanding and wasn't mad that I peed in Mark's pants. Before she left she even invited me to dinner that evening.

 

I was totally happy as I walked back to my classroom. I didn't even care that some of the kids had made fun of me earlier when they saw how wet I was. I was still floating from Mark's kiss. I couldn't wait to get Mark alone this evening, and that is what I thought about for the rest of the school day!

 

 

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