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The Three Diapered Amigo's
Book II: Craig's Battle for Diapers
Written by JD © February 2012
Warning: The story you are about to read contains diaper use, violence, adult language and strong sexual content. The following is evil, illegal, should be banned, and all that other blah, blah, blah. If reading a coming of age story of self-discovery about pre-adolescent and adolescent boys that wet their beds, wear diapers, and explore their awakening sexuality with each other does not tickle your pickle (or if the law in your area says that pickle tickling is illegal) then don't read it.
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Chapter 11: Craig Finally Wins!
"Craig, I don't understand what is going on here. Can you please tell me why all of a sudden you have been having all these accidents?"
Mom was giving me the third degree as she was driving me to my doctor. I knew Mom wasn't mad, but she was very concerned. At least that is what she told me.
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As Mom had promised the school nurse, she showed up to pick me up from school when it was out for the day. I had totally forgotten that she was coming to pick me up and somehow I missed the doctor thing altogether. She in fact was waiting for me right outside my classroom door when we were dismissed for the day.
"Hey Mark, your mom invited me for dinner tonight so I will see you there." I was telling Mark as he and Randy followed me out the classroom door to head to our lockers. "I should be able to get there a little early so we can play befo..."
"I am sorry Craig; I don't think you will be able to go to dinner tonight at Mark's." A voice I recognized interrupted me.
I immediately swung around and saw my mother standing there and instantly my mind went to the diapers I stole. "I can't believe Nurse Peggy told her!" My mind screamed. Out loud I said hesitantly, "Hi a... Mom."
"How was school sweetie?" Mom asked as she hugged me and before I could wiggle away she kissed me on my cheek in front of all the other kids.
Okay, I know I said I wouldn't care if she did that in front of other kids, but I guess I was lying to myself as it was still embarrassing.
"Okay!" I told her as I went over to my locker and got my things. "Why are you here Mom?" I asked curiously. I was still scared she was there because the nurse told on me. My butt was also very scared of Dad's belt and the spanking I was surly going to get this evening from it.
"Didn't your school nurse tell you that I got you a doctor's appointment this afternoon and I was coming to pick you up after school?"
I looked at her as I tried to recall everything I was told by the school nurse. Somewhere back there in the depths of my mind I remembered that Nurse Peggy did say something about Mom picking me up but I couldn't remember anything about a doctor's appointment.
"Oh that's right, she did tell me that you were picking me up but I guess I didn't hear why." I admitted to Mom. At the same time my butt and I was feeling much better, as it seemed she didn't know about the stolen diapers after all.
"Craig, how many times have I told you that you need to listen to what adults tell you?" Mom nagged at me as she took my hand and started to direct me through the crowded halls.
I turned partially as we were walking away and waved goodbye to Mark and Randy. "See you tomorrow!" I yelled out to them and smiled when they waved back.
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Now sitting in the car I couldn't help worrying. Never once did the three of us think my parents would take me to a doctor for wetting my pants. Somehow, my child mind was sure the doctor was going to know I was doing it on purpose.
I tried to tell Mom that I didn't need to see a doctor but she didn't agree.
"Mom, I promise I won't have any more accidents I don't need to see the doctor." I pleaded and almost started crying.
"Craig you made that same promise this morning to me over the phone..." She sighed. "...then you had another accident during your last recess today." Mom said with concern.
I didn't know she had found out about me wetting again. I wasn't even sure what to say about that so I decided it might be best to say nothing at all. I just sat there and worried about what the doctor was going to say and I couldn't help thinking it was all Mark's fault.
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Like I had said plan three had been all Mark's idea. He knew that plan two had yet to work so he just figured the next natural step would be to start plan three which was wetting my pants during the day. He also suggested an occasional pooping accident as well. I wasn't so sure on any of that, I mean it is one thing to have it happened by accident or do it on purpose when no one knows, but to do it purposefully in front of other kids was totally embarrassing. That is when I found out about the other part of the plan. Mark insisted that I needed to do it in front of other kids. He explained that if I did it in front of other kids then my parents would be more likely to believe it was an accident.
At first I wasn't sure when Mark told me what I had to do. I knew that it would mean tons of humiliation and embarrassment. I wasn't sure I was really up to all that and tried to balk at the idea. Randy and Mark though gave a convincing argument that if I really wanted my diapers, I needed to be willing to do anything to get them. If I wasn't really willing Mark told me, then I didn't really want them that bad.
So that same day when Mark came up with this new plan, we had put it into action. The plan was now about to get more extreme, and more extreme it did get.
The three of us decided that we would make this so called accident happen after the last recess for the day. This way when I have my `on purpose' accident, that there would be a good chance of me being allowed to go home this close to the end of the day. By the way, it had been my idea when it was decided that I would not just wet my pants purposefully but actually try to hold it. It would not only make my accident more convincing but it would also make me feel like I was having a true accident. Besides with my small bladder and holding problems, I was sure to be wet before the end of the school day. In fact, it was a constant struggle many days keeping myself from wetting my pants in class.
As planned, I didn't use the toilet before or after recess. About a half hour after recess I could feel my small bladder fill over capacity. I started really wiggling as I tried my best to hold it in but I knew that it would soon be a losing battle. The minutes crept by and I was surprised that I managed to hold it for another twenty minutes. During that twenty minutes I had lost control a few times but after a small squirt or two I quickly regained it. Well that was until a strong urge came and this time I lost a much larger squirt into my pants. I was really wiggling now as I once again was able to stop the flow. My teacher must have noticed all my wiggling around in my seat.
"Craig is there a problem? Do you need to use the bathroom?" Mrs. Miller asked me knowingly.
A part of me wanted to stick to the plan by answering her with a big `N O'. The other part of me didn't want to embarrass myself in front of my classmates. In the end this second part of me won out.
"Yes Mrs. Miller, I need to pee real bad!" I pleaded loudly.
Tad a boy who sat at the desk next to me laughed as he looked at me. "Looks to me like it is too late, little Craigy has already peed his pants!" He pointed out to everyone.
Sure enough that last big squirt in my pants made a wet spot as big as my fist on them. Still I knew that there was a lot more in me and if I didn't make it to a toilet soon, I was going to have a very large accident.
"Mrs. Miller can I please go use the bathroom?" I pleaded again.
I looked over at Mark who scowled at me and I knew he was disappointed that I was not going to follow through on the plan. I shot him my best apologetic looking face I could muster and then looked back at my teacher hoping that she would allow me to use the toilet. I didn't bother looking at Randy as I figured he would also be feeling the same as Mark was.
"Yes Craig, you can go but in the future, please take care of your bathroom needs during recess." Mrs. Miller instructed.
I really wasn't thinking, if I had been maybe I wouldn't have moved so fast like I did. As I jumped up, I somehow put a small amount of pressure on my bladder and that was all it took. I tried to stop it but I just couldn't. I was so scared I didn't move at all and it was as if my body became a statue. Everything on me looked frozen in place. I of course got my teachers attention again as she looked at me.
"Craig, are you okay?" She asked with concern.
Along with not being able to move I also couldn't seem to find my voice as I stood there speechless. It didn't matter because a split second later she and everyone else knew what was wrong with me as my young boy pee overflowed my Underoos that I was wearing that day and my pants. Everyone in the classroom watched in amazement as the already small wet spot on my pants grew before their eyes and then started flowing down my legs and onto the floor. The inside of both of my legs all the way down to my pant cuffs, were soaking wet.
When I was finally done peeing, not only was the whole front of my pants and all the way down my pant legs wet, but also there was a good portion of the front of my shirt wet as I had tucked it into my pants. On the floor was a very large puddle of pee that I was standing in. Everyone, it seemed in the classroom, was laughing at me and still I couldn't move or say anything. Instead I found that I could do one thing and at that, I started to bawl.
"Craig, I am so sorry. I am going to give you a pass to the nurse's office." My teacher informed me as she wrote out the pass.
I was still not able to move, though I was at least starting get control over my crying as I was now not doing it as loud as I was. When Mrs. Miller tried to give me my hall pass I still couldn't force myself to move and take the pass from her.
"Craig, are you able to walk down to the nurse's office?" Mrs. Miller asked me in concern.
Mark all of a sudden yelled out, "Mrs. Miller, I can help Craig to the Nurse!"
"Thank you Mark, you're a good friend." Mrs. Miller stated and then wrote a second hall pass out for him.
With Mark's help I was finally able to find the strength to move. As we were leaving the classroom though, I was once again embarrassed as I heard Mrs. Miller ask another student to go and get the janitor, to have him clean up my pee puddle.
By the time Mark and I made it to the Nurse, I was no longer crying though I still had a few straggling tears running down my cheeks. Before we got there though, Mark who thought I had planned it all this way, told me I was a genius. At that time, I still was not able to communicate as my tongue felt like it had swelled up a hundred times its size. It wouldn't be until later that day that I would be able to let him know, that I did not plan any of this.
The Nurse was very sympathetic and never once made fun of me over wetting my pants. At first she suggested that I could borrow some clothes that the school kept for such emergencies as this but I shook my head no. I wanted to tell her I wanted to go home, but my tongue still filled my mouth. Luckily Mark came through for me.
"Mrs. Peggy, I think Craig wants to just go home, can he?" Mark asked for me.
"Well the school day is almost over and it does look like Craig is in no condition of finishing the day. I think we can make an exception this time." Nurse Peggy decided.
"Thank you ma'am; I know if Craig could say it, that he would let you know how much he appreciates it." Mark said on my behalf and I nodded my head to show that I agreed with his statement.
"Alright, I will go ahead and call your parents and let them know about your predicament." The nurse told me and then looked back at Mark. "Thank you for all the help young man. I think we can take it from here." She then wrote out another hall pass and gave it to Mark.
As Mark left the office he gave me one more glance and smiled at me. He then waved as he turned and left. I found myself wishing he was able to stay until my mom got there but I knew he had to go back to class.
That day, after my mom picked me up from the school, she was very understanding. She even bathed me again once we got home. As Mark predicted, at no time did my mom question my accident.
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Now days later, after wetting myself not only at night but also several times during the day, Mom was no longer that understanding and was in fact getting really worried. Oh and yes before you ask, I have been wetting myself more than once a day as you all know I actually peed my pants twice today. In fact I was about to wet my pants for the third time today.
I was really starting squirm in my seat as my bladder was starting to feel like it was about to burst. Mom using her super mom powers was able to notice my squirming in the backseat.
"Craig sweetie, do you need to pee." My mom asked me worriedly. I nodded my head yes and somehow she had known what I was doing. It never occurred to me that she saw me in her rearview mirror. "Craig honey, do you think you can make it to the doctor's office? We will be there in about ten minutes." Mom asked me.
Not able to respond vocally I just shook my head no. Again Mom knew that I had responded and that I had shook my head no.
"Craig there is a store up here that we can stop at real quick and I know they have a bathroom for customers. Can you hold it for a couple more minutes baby?" Mom asked in an almost pleading tone.
This time I didn't respond with shaking or nodding my head. No, this time I just sat there and silently cried as I flooded my pants. I heard Mom sigh as she realized what just happened. I knew that I disappointed her and I knew before we even left that I was going to do it. When Mom had asked me if I needed to pee before we left my school I said no and knew that was a lie. I had to pee but not that badly yet. My doctor's office was in another town almost forty minutes away so I knew that there was a good chance I would lose control by then. So far all of my so called accidents occurred because I held it as long as I could and eventually lost control.
Mom finally spoke up and by the tone in her voice she was not happy. "Craig, I thought I asked you to go potty before we left? Why didn't you pee then?" Mom asked me.
I took a minute or so to finally speak. "Mom, I'm sorry but I didn't have to go then I swear." I lied to Mom. Then I told her about the other thing. "Mom, I still got to go real bad."
"Well you have already gone. How much worse can it get?" Mom asked. I guess she thought I had to pee more.
"But Mom, I have to poop!" I pleaded.
Again I heard my mom sigh before responding. "Craig, I don't understand why you didn't you go before we left?" Mom didn't say anything else for a few seconds before continuing. "Honey, I am sorry but we are already running a little late you will just have to hold it." And when Mom said to hold it I could hear the `or else' threat in her voice even though she didn't actually say it. I guess she figured that I would be able to for the few more minutes it took to get to my doctor's office.
Two thoughts hit me, one after another. The first thought was I am going to get spanked as I knew it was, like with my bladder, too late. I could feel the large log push its way out of me and into my pants and fill the backside of my underwear. I tried to clamp my butt cheeks but it wasn't helping. Believe it or not, I was once again pooping in my Batman Underoos, poor Batman must be dying from the stench that I knew Mom would smell soon. The second thought was that Mom expected me to still go to the doctor's office in my soaked and now poop filled pants. That I would be expected to sit in the waiting room with other people and since my doctor was a pediatrician, that would mean other kids will be there as well.
"Mom can't seriously expect me to do this?" I worried to myself. Out loud I tried to plead for mercy. "Mommy, please don't make me go into the doctor's office like this? Everyone will make fun of me!" I begged and started to cry even harder.
I guess Mom smelt my mess in the back of my pants as she acknowledged it. "Craig, before we left I asked you to go potty, which you said you didn't have to go. Now at this point I am having a hard time believing that you didn't know you had to go potty then. Now, not only have you wet your pants all over the backseat of my car but you also pooped in them." And as I started to cry even more, Mom once again sighed. "I am sorry Craig, I shouldn't have gotten upset. I just don't know what is going on and it worries me that you're having all of these accidents." She paused for a moment and as she pulled into the parking lot of the doctor's office she said, "Hopefully your doctor can figure out what is going on."
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"Well hello kiddo," Doctor Wortley announced to me as he entered the examining room. "And good afternoon Mrs. Pederson, so why is Craig here today."
I knew from past visits that the doctor already knew why I was there. I am not sure why he asked, all he would have to do is smell the air and look at me and he would have a pretty good idea why I was here.
"Thank you so much Doctor Wortley for making room in your busy schedule to see Craig today." Mom thanked my doctor. "I am really worried about Craig lately. Over the last several weeks Craig's bedwetting has gotten much worse to the point that he is peeing every few hours. On top of that he has been having a lot of daytime accidents lately. Today alone, Craig has wet his pants three times and even pooped them." When mom said that I thought I would die of embarrassment. "Obviously the last time he wet was on the way here and that is when he messed himself as well?"
Even though I have been seeing Dr. Wortley for as long as I can remember and longer, I was totally embarrassed at what my mom just told him. My Doctor of course knew already about my bedwetting problem and also knew my tendencies of daytime accidents, though up until recently I rarely had them anymore. Him seeing me like I was, did bother me greatly and I guess that I was embarrassed. Of course what had really bothered me was what happened out in the waiting room, while waiting for my name to be called. Just remembering what happened out there both infuriated me and embarrassed me at the same time. I couldn't help thinking about it as I recalled what had happened before I was called back to see my doctor.
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Now in the waiting room I had long ago recovered from my tears that had started when I had my accident in the car. I was now sitting there with my mom in my still soaked and messy pants waiting for my name to be called. You may think I was sick in the head, but even though I was embarrassed about being there in my obvious wet and messy pants, I also couldn't help enjoying it at the same time.
We had to wait in the waiting room for almost an hour before we got called back to the examining room. As I feared the waiting room was filled with people and plenty of kids. Luckily all the kids there were young kids around five and younger. I felt a lot better then, as I really didn't care what a five year old thought.
Other than one little kid about four coming up to me and letting me know that he poopies and wets in his pants too, and he did say poopies, none of the kids or adults for that matter seemed to care or notice my condition. Of course my luck changed when an older boy who looked about twelve or thirteen came into the waiting room with his mother.
Seeing this boy I found myself mesmerized as I felt an attraction like the one I had with Mark and my boyhood stiffened. Not understanding why, strangely I wanted the boy to notice me but at the same time I cringed at the thought of him finding out that I not only wet but soiled myself. It was my embarrassment at my condition that won over my emotions. My face reddened as he and his mother came closer to where my mom and I were sitting. What made it even worse was that the boy and his mom sat down directly across from us after she checked her son in. It of course didn't take him long to notice the condition of my pants and smell the poop in the air. I guess he put two and two together and figured out that the poop smell was coming from me.
"Mom, that little shit across from us crapped and pissed himself!" He snickered loudly enough for everyone in the room to hear.
His mother looked at us and seemed to be appalled by the idea of a kid my age pooping and wetting himself still. What made me mad was she never reprimanded her son for what he said about me. I was embarrassed by it but I think I was more upset and mad than anything else. I fired missiles from my eyes at the older boy.
"Hey little shit, do you piss and shit yourself a lot?" The mean older boy asked me while laughing at his little pun.
Before I could respond to the boy though, my mom snapped at him before addressing his mother. "Young man, do you have to be as rude as you are to my son? I would appreciate it if you didn't use that kind of language as I don't think it is appropriate and I don't want my son to learn it." Mom snapped at the kid and turned to his mother. "Ma'am, I don't want to tell you how to raise your child but I would appreciate it if you would have him refrain from using bad language in front of mine. I would also appreciate it if he would not talk to him or about him." Mom added.
The woman scowled at Mom. "Lady, I don't tell you how to raise your kid." At this a wicked grin spread out on her face and I swear I thought it was going to crack in two. "If I were to say something it would be something like... you need to toilet train your child or at least invest in some diapers!" She snipped and when she mentioned diapers I actually looked at Mom expectantly. Before Mom could respond, the lady continued. "So I don't want you telling me how to raise my child. If he needs to use stronger language to express himself, then so be it! I don't censor my son! And lady, if my boy wants to make fun of your son, I am not going to stop him! I suggest if your son is going to act like a little baby then he should grow thicker skin!" At that she laughed.
"Craig come on!" Mom snapped as she grabbed my hand and practically pulled my arm out of its socket as she pulled me from the chair and to the other side of the room where she found two more chairs.
As we were sitting down is when Mom had noticed I was crying. "Oh baby, I am so sorry, I just wanted to get away from those two." Mom apologized as she gave me a quick hug.
"Mommy you hurt my arm!" I cried.
"Where does it hurt sweetie?" Mom asked me.
I pointed to my shoulder and rubbed it a little. Mom then bent down and pulled my shirt sleeve up and kissed it. She then massaged my shoulder until it felt better.
Every so often I saw that mean bully look at me and I could tell he was laughing. Every time I saw him I just got madder and madder. When the nurse called us back finally, I gave the kid the finger while Mom was Distracted. The older kid gave me a look that silently said that if he ever saw me alone, he would beat the snot out of me. I was kind of scared because he was even bigger than Randy. Still even though I was afraid I gave him the finger again. Then I took my mom's hand and walked out of the waiting room. I was praying that no one would tell Mom what I done. The last time she found out that I did that she threatened to break both of those fingers off my hands if I ever did it again.
All of this was why I was a little upset now sitting here with the doctor.
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"So Craig, you have been having a few accidents lately?" My doctor asked me.
Man I wanted to shout, "ARE YOU DEAF? MY MOM JUST TOLD YOU THAT!" In his ear as loud as I could, but I bit my tongue and just nodded my head yes.
My doctor looked back at my mom. "I think it would be better to have him cleaned up before we start the examination." He informed my mom and as he was leaving he said, "I will send in Linda to clean him up." With that said he left closing the door behind him.
I looked at Mom worriedly. "Mom can't you do it?" I begged.
"Do what honey?"
"Clean me up." I pleaded.
"Craig, don't worry I will be right here."
"But Mom..."
"No buts Craig!" Mom said sternly and when I was about to once again say something, she repeated, "I said no buts!"
I knew not to argue anymore on the subject, I was worried about one thing though. "Mom what am I going to do without any clean clothes?" I asked.
"Well I guess you will just have to wear your wet jeans home." Mom informed me.
Before I could respond back to Mom an older woman about Mom's age came in pushing a small cart of supplies. She smiled at the both of us and said she was Linda. She then went to work and had me step out of my wet jeans as she pulled them off of me. Once they were off she carefully removed my soiled underwear. Once she had these removed she put them down on a tray and then took out a bottle and using some instrument, she scooped up some of my poop into it.
Nurse Linda must have noticed my face of disgust at what she was doing. "Oh, don't worry about this. The doctor wanted a stool sample." She informed me.
This of course confused me even more as I had no idea what she was talking about. I wanted to ask her what a stool sample was but she had returned to me and was now washing my diaper area clean. Even though I missed my wet pants I was a little more comfortable now that I was clean. Before Nurse Linda left she took one of those hospital gowns off the cart and instructed me to put the gown on, which I put on right over top of my shirt. Then like the doctor, she vanished out the door. It didn't occur to me until later that she left with my Batman Underoos.
"Mom, what did the nurse mean when she was putting my poop in that bottle?" I asked Mom as she helped me by lifting me up and sitting me on the end of the examining table.
"Don't worry about that sweetie." She answered me while stifling a giggle.
I just frowned at her but decided it wasn't important. With nothing else to do I told Mom all about what we learned today at school. Mom seemed really interested as well. I even told her in great detail about a kid who threw up all over the lunch table at school today. Boy Mom really looked like she might blow chunks as I described in great detail everything about it, including what his vomit looked like. I think she was relieved when the doctor came back in a moment later.
"Well I see we have our boy all cleaned up now." The Doctor announced and smiled at me.
The doctor then proceeded to give me a full medical examination. He even checked out my poop chute and my boyhood. Once he was done examining me he seemed to be satisfied that everything was okay.
"Mrs. Pederson so far everything looks normal and Craig seems fine. I would like to get a urine sample and I will have it and the stool sample sent to a lab." Dr. Wortley told my Mom.
My doctor was on his way out the door when I remembered something. "Don't I get a sucker?" I whined.
"Oh, were you a good boy today?" My Doctor stopped and asked me.
When he turned around I nodded my head, "Yeah I have been." I grinned, knowing that it was not the truth.
The doctor walked back over to me and produced a lemon flavor sucker from his pocket. I greedily took the sucker from the doctor and ripped off the wrapper and stuck it into my mouth. While I was enjoying my sucker I barely noticed the doctor talking to my mom but when he waved to me as he left, I waved back. Boy was that sucker good. Too bad I wasn't paying better attention, if so I might have ran when I had the chance.
I just sat there sucking my sucker and a moment later Linda came back and handed me a cup.
"Craig, can you pee in this for me?" She asked as she helped me hop from the table.
I had done this before for my doctor so I knew the drill. Mom took my sucker from me and told me that I could have it back when I was done. I then followed Nurse Linda out of the room and down the hall where I knew the bathroom was at. Of course I probably could have done it for them right there but seriously it just didn't occur to me then. Besides a guy should have some privacy.
I didn't even realize how much I needed to pee until I started to pee in that small cup. I had to finish the rest of it in the toilet or I would have overflowed the cup. When I was done I washed my hands and carefully took the cup out to Nurse Linda who was waiting for me outside the bathroom door. She told me to go back to the examining room and that someone would be in shortly.
As Mom promised, she gave me my sucker back when I came back into the room. She then pulled me into her lap and kissed the top of my head.
"Craig sweetie, you know I love you right?"
I pulled the sucker out of my mouth and said, "Uh-huh!" While nodding my head yes.
"Well sweetie, you know that I would never let anyone hurt you right?"
I was starting to get a little nervous as what Mom was asking didn't seem quite right. It was as if she were trying to get me ready for some bad news and it looked like this bad news was going be painful. My lemon sucker was clutched in my hand and forgotten. I swear if I hadn't peed already I probably would have wet myself right on Mom's lap.
Mom saw the fear in my eyes and hugged me even tighter. "Don't worry baby, it will be over before you know it." She whispered in my ear.
Now I definitely knew something was up and if Mom wasn't holding me so tight I would have fled the room. I felt like crying but I wasn't sure why that was the case. It wasn't until a large orderly came into the room followed by Nurse Linda that I understood. It wasn't the orderly or even Nurse Linda that drew my attention. My attention was on the tray that Nurse Linda carried in with her and on that tray was a needle. I tried my best to escape Mom's hands but she was too strong for me and in the end I started bawl.
"Craig, you're going to be okay sweetie." Mom cooed into my ear, trying her best to calm me down.
I was way too worked up now for Mom to get through to me. I didn't even realize that in my fear and crying that I dropped my sucker on the floor. No, at that moment I cried and cried as I continued to fail in my attempts of getting away from my mom.
"Mrs. Pederson, can you please lie Craig on the examining table for us." Nurse Linda asked.
Mom just picked me up with her as she got up and carried me over to the table. You know I don't know why they call it a table when it seems more like a bed. Oh well at that moment I could have cared less. I knew now what the big orderly was there for as there was someone like him the last time I got stuck with a needle. He was there to hold me down which he did once Mom had laid me on the table. I tried to kick him and screamed at the top of my lungs to be let go. Mom kept on trying to calm me down as she helped the orderly keep me immobilized.
"Craig I promise it will only sting a little and it will be over before you know it." Linda said as if she were talking to a naïve three year old.
Of course I didn't believe her as they always told me that and it hurt a lot every time. "Please, I promise I will be good! I don't need a shot! Please! Please! Please!" I cried. "Mommy, please don't let them give me a shot! I promise I won't have any more accidents!" I cried out to my mom.
"Craig sweetie, that is why you need to have your blood drawn. We need to find out what is causing these accidents." Mom tried to calm me. "Craig, can you be brave for mommy?"
I looked up at my mom's face pleading with her but I knew from her face and past experiences that I was not going to be able to stop them from sticking me. I took a breath and tried to get control of my crying as I felt Nurse Linda wrap that rubber thing around my arm. She then tapped my arm a little but when she picked up that needle I started crying all over again.
"Craig, just remember it will only hurt for a moment." Nurse Linda reminded me. She then stuck the needle into me.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" I screamed at the top of my lungs the moment I felt the needle enter my arm.
I kept screaming in pain like a little baby. Never once did I get yelled at for screaming like I did. I didn't stop screaming until the needle was out of me and the Nurse put a cool Batman Band-Aid on where they stuck me. It wasn't until then that I remembered my Batman Underoos. They were my favorite underwear and I didn't want to leave them behind.
"Where is my Batman underwear?" I asked her slightly accusingly. I still was upset she had stuck me and that it took a lot longer than she said it would.
"Oh sweetie, your mommy has them." The nurse informed me and Mom then pointed to a bag over by the chair she had been sitting in.
Strangely for some reason I felt better knowing that. "How is my big guy?" Mom asked as she wiped away my tears with some Kleenex. "Are you okay now?"
I just nodded my head and then looked down to my hands in my lap and noticed for the first time that I must have had to go after all as the front of my gown was wet. I couldn't believe that I wet myself without even noticing. Yes it wasn't a lot but then again I had just peed just before the shot.
Mom must have seen how upset I was when I noticed that I wet myself. "Don't worry baby, it was just a small accident." Mom said trying to make me feel better.
I hadn't even noticed it but that big orderly must have left right after they were done sticking me. As for Nurse Linda, she left shortly and said that she would send the doctor back in. Now I wasn't sure why Doctor Wortley was coming back in and again I was starting to get a little afraid. Worried I asked Mom about it.
"Don't worry Craig; the doctor is just coming in to talk to me sweetie. I asked that nice nurse if she could have him come back." This kind of confused me as I don't remember hearing Mom ask that, I guess it must have been when I was still screaming.
Luckily we didn't have to wait long. As my doctor came into the room he seemed to be muttering to himself.
"Is there something the matter Doctor Wortley?" My Mom asked concerned.
"I am sorry, nothing is wrong here. Just one of my more unpleasant patients is all." He replied, he then looked at me. "Craig, promise me when you become a teen that you will never be rude and have such a filthy mouth as that last boy had."
Mom and I both knew right away the boy my doctor was talking about. I actually for a moment felt sorry for my doctor, which considering he just had me stuck with a needle, was amazing for me to do.
"I'm sorry sir; I promise I will never be rude to you." I told him sincerely.
"I really hope you mean that Craig." He then smiled, "or are you just buttering me up for another sucker?" He asked and laughed at the same time.
It wasn't until that moment that I even remembered my sucker. "Mom, where is my sucker?" I asked her while scanning the room for it.
"I am not sure sweetie. Did you drop it?" Mom asked me.
I continued to look around the room and then I saw it. It was lying just next to the chair Mom had been sitting in and was partially hidden by the bag with my wet things in it. I went over and grabbed it. It didn't look dirty so I figured it would be okay but before I could put it back in my mouth my mom plucked it from my hand. She then walked over and dropped it into the trashcan that was next to the door.
I hadn't expected that and it almost seemed mean to me. "Why did you put it in the trash Mommy?" I asked while trying to hold back another barrage of tears.
"Oh Craig, it was dirty and had been on the floor. I didn't want you putting that in your mouth!" Mom said in her mom voice.
"But Mommy I checked it and it was clean!" I tried to reason with her.
"Well it's not now!" Mom stated with finality in her voice.
Through all of this I had forgotten that my doctor was right there. He just chuckled and then got down to business. "So I hear you wanted to speak to me again."
"Yes doctor, I was wondering if you by any chance had something that Craig could wear until he got home. I promise I will be able to get it back to you in the next day or two." Mom whispered a little louder than she meant as I could hear her.
Jokingly he said, "Well I guess he can wear the examining gown." He then looked at me and smiled. "Well maybe a clean one." He then looked more like a doctor. "Seriously, I wish we had some extra clothes around here but I just don't."
"How about a blanket or something?" My mom asked not willing to give up yet.
"I really am sorry Mrs. Pederson, but I just don't have anything." And my doctor did look sorry.
"Oh well, I guess I will just have to make him wear his wet jeans home." Mom sighed.
"Now I don't think that would be a good idea." My doctor replied. "Mrs. Pederson, please hear me out on this." My doctor seemed to be trying to keep her from getting upset. "Now I know we discussed this in the past but with things now getting worse I want to remind you that you do have another option."
"Doctor Wortley, both me and my husband have already gave you our answer on that!" Mom stated abruptly.
"Mrs. Pederson, at least it will give him something to wear for now and if he has another accident on the way home, well at least your car seat will be protected."
Suddenly I knew what they were talking about and my trashed sucker was blown out of my mind. I was now silently rooting for my doctor as he tried to convince my mom to let me wear diapers. Could my doctor be the one that gets me my diapers?
"Doctor, I will kindly request that you do not discuss this further in front of my son!" My mom commanded and looked like she was about to get real upset with my doctor if he didn't stop at once.
"Damn it, not again!" I thought to myself as I once again felt my dream slip away from me. Suddenly I felt something deep inside of me erupt and more courage than I ever remember having before, filled me.
"Mom, I want to wear the diaper home!" I said demandingly
I was totally surprised the way the demand came out of me. I actually surprised Mom so much that she seemed stunned. I guess I wasn't about to end it there as my mouth continued to talk all on its own, it seemed.
"Mom, I don't want to accidentally pee in your car again and I am tired of being made fun of at school! Why can't I wear a diaper just like Mark?" I asked and at that my mouth seemed to finally come back under my control. I silently feared the fallout of my outburst.
"I mean if it is okay with you Mommy." I quietly murmured, almost to myself.
Mom looked at me and as the initial shock started to wear off of her instead I could see concern replace it. "Baby you don't have to wear a diaper if you don't want too."
"But Mom, I want to wear it!" I explained fearfully.
I was afraid that I had gone too far. Mom was going to think I was a weirdo and find out that I like to wear diapers. Still, since I had started it I decided that I should go ahead and continue it.
"Mommy, please let me wear diapers until I no longer have accidents anymore." I pleaded and threw in the bit about the accidents hoping that Mom would believe I just wanted to wear them because of that and not because I really deep down wanted to wear them.
"Craig, are you sure baby?" Mom asked and looked to be waiting for an answer from me.
"Yes Mommy." I told her clearly and strongly.
"Okay baby, I guess we will have you wear a diaper for now. I think that this evening you, your dad, and I need to have a talk. Is that okay sweetie?" Mom asked and I just nodded my head yes.
I then looked at my doctor who then looked at my mom. "Okay, I will be right back." The doctor told her and he once again left Mom and me in the room alone. I guess he was going to get a diaper for me.
I was kind of nervous as I stood there in the room alone with my mom. I was glad that she decided not to talk to me or question me about me wanting to wear diapers. Still I couldn't help feel a little fearful of the upcoming conversation with my parents this evening.
Luckily I didn't have to stew on that for long as my doctor returned followed by a young looking nurse pushing a cart similar to the one I saw earlier. Though, unlike the earlier one, this cart was stocked with several diapers.
I am not sure why but for some reason I was shocked to see another nurse besides Linda. I knew my doctor had other nurses working for him but for some reason my mind fried a circuit when I saw this young girl who looked to be barely out of High School. When I saw her and the cart, I knew somehow, she was going to be the one diapering me. I suddenly became horrified at the idea of this. I don't know why this was the case, all I wanted was to be diapered but for some reason the thought of this girl doing it, embarrassed me terribly.
I hid behind my mom as I pleaded, "Can my mom put it on me?"
"Well I don't see a problem with that." My doctor looked at my mother. "Will that be okay with you Mrs. Pederson?"
I looked up at my mother and begged her with my eyes to say yes.
"It has been a while but I guess I should get back in the habit." And the way Mom said this gave me some hope for my diapered future.
"Okay there, I guess I will leave the two of you now. Once you're done Mrs. Pederson, please stop at the reception desk." I thought he was going to leave but he stepped slightly around Mom where I was still hiding. For my part, I backed away from him and clutched Mom even tighter. "Craig, I assume you would like another sucker, wouldn't you" He smiled when he asked me that. I nodded my head excitedly but stayed right where I was. "Well boy if you want it, you will have to come to me."
Boy was I tormented. I really wanted another sucker especially since Mom threw my first one away. Still I was a little fearful that it was all a trick. My doctor, I guess realized what the problem was as he motioned for the young nurse to leave us alone. Once she was gone I felt a lot better. Once again I was able to move and proved so by slowly going over to my doctor. I still wasn't 100% positive that this wasn't some trick.
"Good boy." My doctor smiled as he ruffled my hair. "Now what flavor does my good boy want?"
"Can I have watermelon?" I asked exuberantly.
"I am sure I have one of those!" Doctor Wortley chuckled and searched through his collection of suckers in his pocket. "Here we go!" He announced and handed me the sucker. "Now remember your promise to me Craig." My doctor reminded me.
I was confused because I had totally forgotten about our earlier conversation. My doctor laughed when he saw my confused look.
"Typical kid, tell them in one ear and it goes out the other." He laughed some more. I was still confused. "Craig, remember you promised me you would always be a good kid and not become a foul mouthed one when you get older."
I now remembered what my doctor was talking about, as the memory of the mean older kid came back to me. "I promise Doctor Wortley, I will always be good." I smiled at him then stuck my new sucker in my mouth and sighed as delicious watermelon flavor flooded over my tongue. Something else happened when I thought about the older kid; I felt my boyhood jump a little before relaxing again.
My doctor chuckled again and left the room. What happened in the next few minutes, I swear I will never forget as long as I live! I loved every second of it.
"Come on sweetie." Mom directed me over to the examining table where the diaper cart (That was the name I decided to give it.) was sitting next to.
Mom then removed my wet examining gown and helped me up onto the table.
"Craig, do me a favor and lay down for mommy." Mom asked in a babyish voice but I didn't care and did what she asked me.
Mom pulled the shirt I was still wearing up a little and I was glad to know that I managed not to pee on it somehow. Mom then spread my legs apart and I watched as she found what she was looking for on the cart. As she removed a diaper wipe from the container I felt something begin to stir in me.
"Oh no, please God. Please don't make my boyhood get big in front of my mom" I silently pleaded.
Why is it every time you so desperately want something like that not to happen, that it does? As my boyhood stood up proud for my mom she surprised me.
"Thank you Craig, that makes it a lot easier to clean." Mom said seriously as she wiped my pee off of my stiff boyhood.
I didn't know what to say, I mean I was completely shocked. How could Mom be so serious about something so embarrassing?
I guess Mom had been chuckling inside all this time and seeing my confused look on my face couldn't contain herself any longer. She suddenly burst out laughing and I soon found myself joining her. I am not sure why I was laughing but the laughter felt a lot better then what I had been feeling. As I started laughing even harder I forgot about my sucker and almost choked on it. That quickly quieted me down but it didn't stop me from the enjoyment of being diapered by my mom.
"Craig, can you lift your legs for mommy?" Mom asked through her laughter after finishing cleaning my front.
"Okay Mommy." And I lifted my legs up high, giving her full access to my little butt.
Mom tickled me a little on my tummy before she proceeded to clean my backside. She made me gasp though when she pushed a finger covered with the wipe up into my poop chute and twisted it around. I guess she wanted to make sure I was thoroughly clean inside there.
Once Mom was satisfied that I was clean of my pee she then went looking through the diapers on the cart for one that would fit me.
It turned out that there were several diapers, some smaller than what could fit me and others bigger. There were some even big enough to fit that mean bully that had been making fun of me. Just thinking about that big mean kid wearing nothing but a diaper, strangely made my boyhood harder and twitch a little. I was once again feeling that awesome feeling like I was going to pee, the one I had earlier that day when Mark touched my boyhood.
"Mom, I-I-I..." I tried to tell Mom that I was going to pee but all of a sudden my boyhood spasmed again and this awesome feeling surged through my body like electricity. I felt several other strong spasms erupt from my boyhood and even though I felt like I was peeing each time, I never saw or felt anything come out of it.
"Oh boy, I guess it is time for your dad to sit you down and give you the talk." This totally confused me, what talk was mom talking about?
"What do you mean Mom I asked?" a little afraid of what the answer was.
"Oh don't worry sweetie, you're not in any trouble. It is just a special talk between father and son when the son gets to a certain age. Your father and I were hoping that we wouldn't have to give it yet but I see that it would be a good idea if it is done sooner rather than later." Mom explained to me.
This of course left me even more confused but at least I knew I wasn't in trouble. I then felt my butt lift as mom grabbed ahold of one of my still raised ankles and lifted it up higher. When she brought my butt back down I felt it make contact with the now familiar padding of a disposable diaper. I had expected Mom to tape the diaper on me but was surprised and happy when she got some diaper cream and started to spread it around my now shrunken boyhood. It didn't take much of that cream before it was again standing upright.
Mom suppressed a laugh, but I noticed before she was able to fully stop it. "What's so funny?!" I demanded harsher then I should have, as my pride felt a little wounded.
"Oh sweetie, I am sorry. I don't mean to laugh at you, let's just say you surprised Mommy." Mom tried to explain and I was glad she didn't get mad at me for the tone I had just used towards her.
Mom continued to coat my diaper area in that white cream, she even lifted my ankle up in the air again so she could coat my backside. Once she felt that every part of my diaper area was coated mom used another diaper wipe to clean the cream off her hands.
Mom smiled at me as she tossed the wipe in the trash can attached to the cart. "It looks like my little boy is enjoying this as much as his mommy is." This statement form Mom kind of took me by surprise. I knew I was enjoying this very much so, but I never thought she would.
I watched as Mom picked up a container of baby powder and carefully sprinkled it on my front and again lifted me off my butt to dust it as well. Mom again laughed but this time was not able to suppress it. I looked at her questionably.
"Well I think someone looks almost good enough to eat!" Mom stated as she gently poked my nose. "You look like a yummy glazed and powdered donut." Mom explained as she placed her mouth against my tummy and blew a raspberry into my bellybutton.
"Mooooooom, dooooooooon't!" I giggled.
"Oh well, I just thought I would have a snack!" Mom smiled and licked her lips. I giggled again as I lay there and sucked on my almost forgotten sucker. "You know, you probably should finish that before you get into the car." Mom pointed at my sucker.
I started to suck on it more vigorously as Mom started to tape that thick diaper on me. Once she had it all done, she helped me off the table. I was kind of hoping and I guess Mom was to, that my shirt would cover my diaper but that wasn't the case. It just covered the top and I knew that everyone was going to see me in that diaper all the way to the car and then once we got home, back out of it and into our house.
"Well if I can be willing to wear nothing but a diaper and a shirt at school, I shouldn't have a problem doing that here as well." I thought to myself.
So I bravely reached out and took Mom's hand ready to go, I had totally forgotten about my wet things.
"Craig, are you about done with the sucker? I was serious; I don't want you to get the car all sticky."
I nodded my head and bit the sucker off the stick. Since we were still next to that cart I tossed the stick into the trash. Mom pulled another diaper wipe from the container and as if I was still three years old, not only washed my hands with it, but my face as well.
"Moooooommmmmm stooooooooppppppppp, I am not a little kid anymore!" I complained.
Mom just laughed at my complaint. "Okay baby, all clean now." Mom happily announced and as if she just remembered she added, "Craig can you please grab your wet things and carry them out to the car with us."
Remembering the bag with my wet jeans and wet and poopy underwear, I ran over and grabbed it and joined Mom at the door. I smiled at her and once again took her hand. Mom smiled back then looked at me in concern.
"Craig sweetie, are you going to be okay going out there in front of everyone?" I knew what my mom was asking me and I looked at her and smiled. I then bravely nodded my head yes.
I can honestly say that I was not once embarrassed as we went back into the waiting room, this time with some kids my age in there. I just smiled and waved at one buck toothed boy who grinned at me as we passed him. I couldn't help wonder if he was jealous of me since I was wearing diapers.
I walked all the way out to our car and the whole way I smiled because I was happy. Here I was in a diaper that my mom put on me and I loved it. For the time being I didn't even care what anyone else thought.
On the car ride back I sat on the other side of the backseat since the other side was still wet. Mom told me she would wash the seat out tomorrow with the carpet cleaner. I guess she has attachments that she can use to clean the car seat. I was happy that at least I wasn't going to be made to do it. About halfway home I had to pee. Boy did I love the feeling of letting loose in that diaper.
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We had been home for a while and since Dad was going to be home late Mom started dinner later. I had of course asked about going to Mark's for dinner but Mom vetoed that idea.
"I am sorry Craig but there are a few things we need to talk about this evening."
I guess it was better that way since I got to enjoy my wet diaper some more. I had thought that once we had got home from the doctor's office that Mom was going to remove the diaper. She surprised me when she checked to see how wet it was and then sent me to play. I have since peed in it a couple more times and am enjoying the wet bulk between my legs immensely. I never did put on any shorts or pants. In fact I even removed my shirt so that I was running around in nothing but a diaper. At one point in my play I even caught Mom looking at me and smiling. I just returned her smile with one of my own.
At some point I sat down on the living room floor, Mom didn't want me on the furniture in case my diaper leaked, and turned on the TV. I flipped the channels until I found a cartoon which I quickly got in to. During one of the commercials a familiar picture was shown. It was a commercial for the news and I knew it would be starting next. From what they said in the commercial I knew that I needed to watch the news tonight.
Luckily when the news came on Dad was still not home and Mom was busy making dinner so no one was paying attention to what I was watching.
"We have breaking news tonight. Tommy Miller's body was found this morning near a rest area, off of I57. Tommy's body is still being checked for signs of abuse but was identified by his parents this afternoon. According to Tommy's parents and the young boy who discovered his body, his eyes had been removed. Police have confirmed that it was the work of the `Blue Eyeball Killer'. This sad news is brought to you only 2 days after another young boy has gone missing...
"Hey sport what you doing..." I was startled by Dad's voice as I hadn't heard him come inside. I think Dad was just as startled by my appearance.
As we stared at each other, me getting my breath back and Dad getting over his shock at seeing me in nothing but a diaper, I totally forgot about the news. Dad was the first to say something.
"Craig son, why are you wearing a diaper?" And when Dad asked that, he almost seemed angry.
Hearing Dad's anger made my mouth suddenly go dry and I could feel my bladder release what little contents it had in it. For a second that bothered me as I realized that over the last few days I had been peeing more without even thinking about it. As for Dad, Mom must have heard him as she came to my rescue.
"Craig sweetie, please go to your room until you're called for dinner." Mom instructed me and I was more than happy to get out of the line of fire at that moment.
Even in my room with my door closed, I could still hear Dad angrily asking Mom why I was in a diaper. I really thought they were going to fight which is something I hadn't heard them do in a long time. I waited for more shouting but after that first one, I heard nothing. For a moment I considered sticking my head out the door and seeing if I could hear them but decided not to chance it. Instead I did as Mom told me; I made myself busy by playing with my cars.
Mom didn't call me to dinner; instead she came to my room. I had been playing for quite a while and actually forgotten for the time being about my diaper and Mom and Dad's argument.
"Craig sweetie, it is time for dinner." Mom said as she came into my room.
When she came over to me she noticed something I hadn't, I had overflowed the diaper and it had started to leak. Luckily I had been sitting in the same spot playing quietly since it had leaked, so I didn't have pee all over the floor of my room.
"Oh Craig honey, why didn't you tell me your diaper was leaking?" Mom asked.
To be honest I knew I had wet it a couple times but other than that I hadn't paid it much attention, besides I liked it nice and wet. Still I knew better and knew Mom wanted an answer.
"I am sorry Mom, I didn't know." I hung my head in shame and added, "I will try better."
"I hope so baby, I can't have you running around the house in a leaking diaper."
At first I didn't quite notice what she said but when I did a large grin spread across my face. "Dad's going to let me wear diapers?" I asked hopefully.
"Well of course sweetie!" and Mom reached out and lightly tugged my nose. "Now how about we get you into a nice dry diaper and then some dinner?" At that my eyes got big with shock.
"You got diapers that fit me?" I asked in amazement.
Mom smiled as she saw the expression grow on my face and then said, "Well your Daddy and I considered putting you back in diapers a few times and I bought some a few months ago. But then you started doing so much better and we just didn't want to embarrass you by making you wear them." Mom explained.
"But I would have been okay about it Mom, honestly!"
"I am sorry champ, your mother and I should have asked you what you wanted instead of deciding for you." I looked towards the new voice and my open door and saw Dad there smiling at me.
Both Mom and Dad talked to me while Mom changed me into a dry diaper. I was told that if I wanted to wear diapers that it was okay with them. I was told though that I was not to take my diaper off and if I needed to use the potty, to have one of them or another adult or in case I was being watched, my babysitter; to take the diaper off for me. Mom said that I would not be punished for using my diaper and when I asked about pooping she reassured me that I would not be punished for that either.
The one question that did come up was school. Mom offered GoodNites for me to wear to school, just like Mark did. She also said that if I didn't mind, that she was sure the school nurse wouldn't mind changing me if I chose to wear regular diapers. I of course chose regular diapers as GoodNites were just too thin to get lots of enjoyment out of them. Mom ended the conversation by letting me know that if I poop in my diaper that I needed to let her know right away as she didn't want me to get a diaper rash. I of course told her I would but I knew that wouldn't be the case, I mean a diaper boy has got to enjoy himself a little bit.
You know if the evening had ended with that, it would have been the happiest day in my life. No though, it couldn't end that way. After our late cold dinner and right before I was sent to bed and changed into a new dry diaper, Dad decided to have his private talk with me.
Since I was getting ready for bed Dad offered to help me, which included changing my diaper. You know I thought I was going to be weirded out having my father change me but I never felt weird about it at all. I just lied back on my bed as he pulled on the tapes of the wet diaper and removed it. He then started to clean me off, of course my boyhood stirred from its slumber during this.
Dad did this sort of cough and then said, "Yep your mother is right!"
This statement confused me and I now wished I had stayed confused. This would be a day of first for me. The first day I was diapered by my mom since I was a baby. The first time I was diapered by my dad as well. The first time I got to wear a diaper and only a diaper running around the house playing. It was also the first time I ever had `the talk' with my dad.
The talk it turns out was about my boyhood, I mean penis at least that is what Dad said it was called. He told me about girls and about how I get hard sometimes. He explained to me my feeling from earlier today when it felt like I had to pee and why I didn't. He told me about masturbation. By the time he was done explaining everything to me I was so embarrassed that I was speechless. The visions of doing the things that Dad described that I would want to do with girls someday flooded my mind.
As Dad kissed me on my cheek and Mom came in to tuck me in I couldn't help thinking about everything Dad told me. I then realized something. I had none of the feelings that Dad described I would have for girls, for any girl. I did have those feelings for someone; I now knew at least a little better what my feelings were for Mark. I knew more than ever that I loved him. One thing bothered me though, why did I get hard thinking about that older boy in a diaper. The kid was mean to me and made me so mad, so why did I have those same feelings for him that I had for Mark? I thought on this as I drifted off to sleep.
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