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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 8: Mark's Birthday Surprise
It must have been because I was sent to bed so early but I woke up after a nightmare and when I looked at my alarm clock I noticed that it was 2AM in the morning. I was still tired and knew that I could fall back to sleep, though the nightmare was still very much in my thoughts. As I laid there remembering it, I noticed the familiar wetness underneath me. That was all the excuse I needed for me to get up and change into dry pajamas and postpone going back to sleep and back into the nightmare. Then a thought occurred to me. I then decided I was going to get in bed with Mom and Dad. Don't get me wrong, the idea of wetting their bed wasn't what occurred to me. No, what occurred to me was that I wanted to sleep with them because of my nightmare and the fear of it returning.
I quietly entered Mom and Dad's room and then I crawled into their bed where I laid right between them. I guess I must have awakened Mom as she reached out and pulled me close to her.
"You okay baby?" Mom whispered.
"I had a really scary nightmare and I wet my bed." I whimpered.
"That is okay baby; I will keep those nasty nightmares away from you!" As she said this, Mom gave me a kiss on the forehead. "Now you will be protected the rest of the night." Mom announced as she gave me another squeeze.
I felt not only loved but protected and I knew Mom was right; I would not have any more nightmares that evening. Not only was I protected by her kiss but also by her arms which I knew would remain protectively around me through the rest of the night.
I am not sure when I fell back to sleep, all I know was that when I woke up, Mom was carrying me into the bathroom.
"Well good morning sweetie!" Mom announced to me when she saw my eyes open.
"Wha-huh-huh-huh..." I tried to ask Mom through a yawn.
"Maybe you should try that again." Mom laughed.
I looked at her and in my still tired mind I was confused by her statement. "Try what again?" I asked seriously.
"No you silly boy!" and Mom acts like she is about to tickle me and when I see her hand coming, I squeal and start squirming in her arms.
"No please don't tickle me!" I shriek in laughter. "I give I will do anything! Just please don't tickle me!"
Mom laughed as she backed down from her tickling stance. Once she realized I was calmed down again and almost looked like that I was going to fall back to sleep, she tried to clarify her earlier question. "I meant try to repeat what you said when you yawned."
I yawned again before speaking; well she did have to mention yawning. "I was just wondering what time it is?" I asked still trying to wake up.
"Oh it is still real early." Mom answered cryptically.
As Mom was setting me down onto my feet, I saw Dad walking down the hall with sheets and blankets in his arms which reminded me that I had wet my bed once again last night. I hadn't even notice that I was soaked again. It wasn't until Dad passed me with the wet bedding in his arms that it all of a sudden struck me that the bedding was not that from my bed, but from my parent's bed. That is when I realized that I was wet and that I had peed in my sleep again, this time in my parents' bed.
I finally started my next goal which was to start wetting my parent's bed but all of a sudden instead of feeling accomplished, I felt like a small little child who did something bad... naughty. "I am sorry Mommy for wetting your bed." I said in shame. I looked at my mom hoping she would believe me. "I couldn't help it! I swear!" I started to cry.
"Baby, don't cry! You are not in any trouble for wetting our bed." My mom tried to reassure me. "You know that your Dad and I, would never punish you for wetting yours or even our bed. We know you can't help it and that it is not your fault. And I hope you also know, no matter what, that you can get in bed with us if you want. I don't want you to feel that you can't get in bed with us because you're afraid you will wet it. I would rather you feel safe sleeping with us and deal with a wet bed then have you not feel safe because we turned you away. Do you understand baby?"
I nodded my head yes, in truth I already knew all that but still it was reassuring to hear Mom tell me so again. I stood there as my mother stripped my wet pajamas off of me and as she was doing this I noticed she had already filled the bathtub and even put bubbles in it. After she had removed my wet pajamas she picked me up and sat me in the tub.
"Craig, don't play too long. I want you to get cleaned up real good as we have a busy day ahead of us today." Mom instructed as she left the bathroom.
I watched as she left and was a little saddened because I had thought she was going to wash me like she did yesterday. I don't know why I liked my Mom's attention so much; I guess you could say I was a Momma's boy. I know I am too old for stuff like that, but still I loved the attention my Mom gave me and even craved it. Shoot, my parents had talked of sending me to camp, once I stopped bedwetting but truthfully I don't think I could spend that long away from my mom. So you can tease me all you want, I would rather be a Momma's Boy then a boy who's Mother doesn't give a damn!
Since Mom had in a roundabout way said I could play, I decided to get out of the tub and get my bath toys out of the bathroom closet. I did keep in mind that Mom wanted me to hurry, so I washed myself while playing and having fun. Still I guess I wasn't moving fast enough.
"Oh Craig! I wanted you to wash yourself then get out of the tub and get dressed." My mom proclaimed.
"You didn't say that, you said I could play!" I said in my defense.
"No I didn't, I said to hurry and get washed!" Mom said sternly and I knew she was starting to get upset with me. Even though I knew that I was walking on eggshells, I decided to go ahead and continue anyway.
"You said `Craig don't play very long' so that means you gave me permission to play."
One look at my mother and I knew that I was done with this argument as she was not very happy looking. She gave me a stern look and I being stupid gave her one of my `I am just too cute to punish' looks.
Mom sighed and said, "Craig you knew what I meant now didn't you?" Mom asked me.
"Yes Mom, I am sorry for arguing." I wanted to say more but figured it would be better for me, to limit what I say.
"Now are you clean yet?"
"Almost Mom," and I dunk my head into the bathwater and quickly washed my hair, face, ears, and neck. "All done!" I announced.
Mom then held out a towel for me and as I got out of the tub she used the towel to rub me dry then she wrapped me in it and sent me to my room to get dressed for the day.
As I was heading down the hall to my room Mom remembered something, "Craig, I already picked out some cloths for you. They are lying on your bed. It is going to be a hot day." Mom said cryptically. I knew something was up because this wasn't my mom's normal behavior at all.
As Mom said, my clothes she picked out were laying on my now remade bed. I noticed a pair of shorts, a tang-top, and my favorite Batman Underoos. I also noticed my sandals.
While getting dressed it still occurred to me that I had yet to look at the time so I glanced at my alarm clock but I noticed that it was flashing 12:00 which of course meant the power must have went out during the middle of the night.
"Now where is my watch," I thought to myself?
I looked everywhere all over my room but could not find it anywhere. "Damn, why is it that GOD doesn't want me to know the time?" I asked out loud. I quickly looked towards my door making sure that neither of my parents were in ear shot and overheard me say what I had just said.
Once dressed I decided I was going to find out once and for all what time it was. I was starting to think it wasn't as early as I was led to believe it was. I also knew that Mom was hiding something from me. I think it was now time to get some answers.
Determined to find out what was going on, I left my room and went out to the kitchen to eat my breakfast. I knew of three clocks between my room and the kitchen, one was in the living room and was the clock on the cable box. The other two were in the kitchen, with one of them being on the stove and the other on the microwave. Unfortunately, like my alarm clock, all three clocks were flashing 12:00.
"Mom, did the power go out last night?" I asked.
"Um, I don't know honey; maybe." Mom said a little distracted with frying the bacon for our breakfast.
"So where is Dad?" I asked as I knew we were supposed to take off this morning for our vacation.
"Don't worry Honey; Your Daddy will be back soon. He just had to take something into the office for someone else. As soon as he gets back we will be leaving." Mom informed me but I could tell that Mom was still not telling me something as what she said, almost sounded rehearsed.
Upset and not sure what the world was going on, my mouth went on auto pilot. "Mom, something doesn't sound right! I don't want to sound like I am calling you a liar, but I know you are not telling me something, so what gives?" It was a miracle that I still had my teeth after saying this.
"Young man, I will not have you talking to me or anyone for that matter like that! Now you will find out soon enough, please be patient." From that point, Mom seemed to stop trying to pretend we were going on vacation. I was also sure that it had to be later than I had originally thought it was and we had yet to even start packing the car.
I did decide that I was going to find out the time one way or the other. I snuck into our computer room and turned on the computer. Mom had been so busy with some other things and didn't even notice me go into the room. As the computer fired up I waited patiently. When Windows finally loaded up, the question of what time it was, finally was answered. I couldn't believe it; it was almost 10:30am and nowhere near the 6am or 7am that I was led to believe it was, then again no one actually gave me the time this morning so I guess technically, no one lied to me.
I was pretty positive now that we were not going on any vacation and I was starting to get very angry. "Did Mom and Dad say we were going on vacation, just to keep me from going to Mark's birthday party?" I angrily asked myself. I know that sounds stupid but remember, I just turned 11 not too long ago and I wasn't yet old enough to realize this. I decided it was time to confront my mother on this, it may have been stupid to do but at that moment I wasn't thinking too smartly. All I knew was that I wanted to know the truth and find out why they didn't want me to go to Mark's birthday party.
"Mom, I know it is 10:30am!" I loudly accused, as I confronted my mother.
Mom looked at me with a puzzled look of confusion. "So?" was all she said in response.
Now I was confused, did I have it all wrong after all? Did I jump the gun just because it was a little later than I thought? Then the thought of, what kind of vacation can we have in 2 days with half the morning already over with, came to me?
I took a breath while trying to sum up the courage to forge ahead. "Mom, I know were not going on a vacation." I announced assuredly. "By the time Dad gets back and we pack the car and then drive the hours you said it would take, this day would be over." I added. I then got angry as I made my accusation. "You just did all of this just to keep me from going to Mark's birthday party!" No sooner were those words out that I wished that I could somehow cram them back into my mouth.
At first, I really thought Mom was going to spank or punish me in some way for getting angry and sassing her. She really didn't look too happy with me and what I had said. Just as I thought that punishment was inevitable, Mom sighed and I saw the angry look on her face melt away.
"Okay... You're right Craig..." Surprise kept me from interrupting Mom while she explained. "...I have lied to you. But, I didn't do it to keep you from going to your friend's party. I did it in fact to keep you from telling Mark that it is a surprise party."
I wasn't really sure what to say to all of this. I just stood there looking at Mom like she grown a second head or something. So I was going to be going to Mark's birthday party after all. All of this was some elaborate plan to keep me from spoiling the surprise for Mark. I was kind of hurt a little that Mom couldn't trust me enough to just tell me the truth, then I wondered when exactly she planned on telling me.
"Mom I wouldn't have told, you should have told me!" And I stomped my foot to emphasize my point.
"I am sorry Craig, but we both know that you can't keep a secret like this for very long. You would have ended up telling Mark and ruining the surprise. Also this way we got to surprise you as well." Mom explained and even though I was still upset about her hiding this from me, I knew that she was right. I am terrible at keeping secrets!
I just nodded my head in agreement, besides at least I now knew that I was going to Mark's birthday party after all. Then another thought occurred to me and I just needed to know the answer.
"Mom, did Randy's mom also lie to him as well?" I asked Mom in hopes that the three Musketeers would be at the party together.
"Craig, I am not sure what is going on with Randy and his mother. I suggest that if you want to find that out, you need to talk to Mrs. Smith." Mom then maneuvered the subject away from Randy and back to Mark's party. "Well I wasn't sure how I was going to hide it from you any longer anyways. So now that you know, how do you feel about helping me get the party all set up and ready?"
I smiled and practically blew Mom's eardrums when I shouted my response. "ARE YOU KIDDING? HELL YAH!" I then looked at Mom when I realized I just said `Hell' out loud. "I am sorry for swearing Mom. I won't ever do it again, I promise." I quietly mumbled, hoping that Mom would understand that I hadn't meant to swear.
"Okay Craig, but please sweetie, try better from now on. I don't like it when you use bad language. The next time I hear it, I will wash your mouth out with soap! Do you understand?" Mom asked me.
I nodded my head, "yes Mom, I understand." I acknowledged her.
"Okay, we need to go pick up the party supplies but how about we first start on Mark's cake." Mom looked over at me, "would you like to help your momma out with baking Mark's Birthday cake?"
"Can I? Oh cool! Thanks Momma!" I then gave my mother a big hug and then once I released her I started jumping up and down enthusiastically as if I had ants in my pants or hopped up on a ton of sugar. "So what do we do first?!" I asked excitedly.
"Well Sandy..." Sandy was Mark's mother's first name. "...saw my bear cake I made for your 11th birthday and liked it so much, she asked if she could pay me to make one for Mark's birthday as well."
I knew what bear cake she was talking about, besides my 11th birthday wasn't that long ago. Anyway it was a very cool cake! Mom uses a special pan set that is two pieces that clamp together and stand up. You then pour the cake batter into the pan and cook it. Once the cake cools, you unclamp the two sides and what you see is a cool bear made of cake sitting on his butt in full 3D, nothing like some plain ole flat cake!
I helped Mom by handing her ingredients when she needed them, plus I was her taste tester. Okay, there was no need to really taste test, but hey that was the best part of helping Mom bake. I was able to lick the beaters, the bowl, and the spoon. Mom made the bear cake with a yellow cake mix that has pudding in it to make the cake more moist and delicious.
When it came time to frost it, Mom has special tips that she uses to frost cakes. She doesn't just spread frosting on the cake. Doing it with the tips takes time and more patience then I will ever have. Anyway, what was I saying before, oh yeah that's right! When it came time to frost the cake, Mom asked me how I thought Mark would like to have his cake decorated. I thought about that one for a while.
My cake had been decorated in a Boy Scout uniform as I was then graduating from Cub Scouts to Boy Scouts. It was really cool looking and really looked like a real Boy Scout uniform. As for how we should decorate Mark's cake, an idea came to me and before I gave it a second thought I blurted it out!
"Mom I know! It should look like his teddy bear and you should frost a diaper on him!"
At first I thought it was a great idea, but then I realized that maybe suggesting the diaper was going too far. I really didn't want Mom thinking I was some weirdo that is into diapers. But I already said it and could only hope that Mom wouldn't read too much into it.
"Hmm, you know what Craig? That sounds like a great idea!" Mom then chuckled. "A diapered teddy bear cake for our cute little diaper boy."
I knew that from Mom's smile that she wasn't making fun of Mark but truly thought he was cute in his diapers. This of course made me wonder when Mom got a chance to even see Mark in just his diaper. Then without no reason, I suddenly felt jealous of Mark. "Why can't I get diapers to wear too?" I thought to myself. I know it was stupid to be jealous of Mark; it wasn't his fault that my parents seem to have decided that diapers were beneath me. Well, all I can hope is that sooner or later I will earn my own diapers.
In the end Mom thought my idea was perfect and so I sat and watched as she expertly decorated Mark's cake as I explained to her what Mark's teddy bear looked like. When Mom was finished it really looked like Mark's teddy bear and that it really looked like he was wearing a real diaper. I couldn't help laughing to myself when the thought of eating the diaper part of the cake came across my mind. I was laughing at the fact that if it had been Mark there, the diaper would have most likely not have been clean. I think you can figure out where my mind went with this. If not, then you don't think like an 11 year old kid who is fascinated with toilet humor.
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It turned out that Mom had a key to Taylor's house as she had agreed to set up the surprise party for Mark while they spent the early part of the day with Mark's grandparents. This was to make him think that his time at his grandparent's was his actual birthday party. Boy, I knew he would be surprised when he got home.
I helped Mom with the streamers and other party decorations. I practically fainted trying to blow-up all the balloons for Mom, only to find out that she was going to be picking up a tank of Helium to blow the balloons up instead. Boy did I feel like an idiot! Luckily Mom thought it was funny. Fortunately my breath was about out shortly after I started, so I didn't blow up too many of them. Still it was about 20 balloons that were lying on the floor. Mom in the end made them work by taping them to the walls. The rest of the balloons were blown up with the helium tank, which we later picked up, so that they would float.
It was almost 2pm when we were finally finished getting everything ready for Mark's party and according to Mom, guest would be arriving shortly. Mom told me that Mark and his family would be home a little after 2:30 pm so we didn't have a lot of time to get everyone situated for the surprise. Mom had done such a good job at keeping me busy that I totally forgot all about Randy. It wasn't until now that I once again wondered if he would be here. I really hoped he would as I felt that it just wouldn't be right if he wasn't.
As Mom predicted, guest started showing up. Oh before I forget, Mom had arranged it so all the guest parked around the block at a local church so that there would be no cars around to give the surprise away to Mark. Mom parked our car in the Taylor's garage.
Some of the guest was family and friends of Mark's, who I didn't know. The majority of the people were kids from our class. In fact I was sure that everyone from our class was there, that is everyone except for Randy.
As it got closer to the time for Mark to show up, Dad walked in and behind him was... Oh My God! That's right, it was Randy. It turned out that Dad had been babysitting Randy since this morning when his parents and Brother Billie took off to his grandmother's house.
While Randy was telling me what he and my Dad had been doing all morning, which in my opinion was totally boring, Mom received a phone call. It turned out to be Mrs. Taylor, Mark's mom, letting us know that they were almost home. Of course I would find out later that Mark didn't have a clue to what his mother was talking about, when she had called my mom to alert us.
"Okay everyone, they're going to be here in any minute. I suggest that everyone hide and be ready, he will be the first one through the door." Mom announced to everyone who started to find a hiding place.
Randy and I decided that we would hide behind the front door and were no sooner all situated, when we heard a car pull into the driveway. We waited quietly and soon we heard a key turn inside the front door lock. When Mark entered the house with his sister and parents' right behind him, I could almost hear all the collective people who were hiding, take in a deep breath, getting ready to use that air to shout out `SURPRISE'. And as Mark started to walk further into the room and his mother closed the door, everyone all of a sudden popped out, most of them from the hallway and other rooms in the house, and of course yelled out "SURPRISE!" Randy and I, wanting to really surprise Mark, had jumped out behind Mark. At the same exact moment everyone yelled surprise, we grabbed him and yelled our own as well. Unfortunately, we didn't realize how much that it would scare Mark; so instead of being surprised, Mark screamed out in terror. I swear that Mark's head almost touched the ceiling as he jumped and screamed out something unintelligible.
Boy did Randy and I feel like jerks as Mark started to cry from the fright we gave him and because of what we made him do in front of everyone. It didn't take long to notice the smell emanating from him, and Randy and I realized that we made him poop his pants. I guess he wasn't wearing a diaper as he also emptied his bladder into his pants and I watched in amazement as a wet spot grew larger and larger on the front of those pants. As the spot grew and the poop smell made it to my nose, I noticed that my small boyhood was so stiff that it was now straining for freedom, from my tight shorts. Then I felt total shame when I noticed that I was excited about Mark going to the bathroom in his pants, in front of everyone. I couldn't help thinking what was wrong with me? I forced myself to think about my friend's embarrassment and his needs. During this no one said a word as he continued to pee his pants. He peed so much that he left a large noticeable puddle on the hardwood floor.
As I said, boy did the room get quiet. To give Mark some privacy my mom suggested that everyone go out back. Dad announced as everyone made their way outside that he would soon have the grill going for hotdogs and hamburgers. Randy and I decided to stay back with our friend Mark. Not only did we want him to know how sorry we were, but we also wanted to give him morale support.
Mark's Dad went out back with everyone else; I assumed he was going to help Dad with the grill.
His sister felt real bad and ruffled her little brother's hair, gave him a wink, and then went outside to join the others. I couldn't believe it when she didn't say anything to make fun of him about his accident.
Mark's mom however, remained inside with us and her son. We watched as she comforted her son until he finally stopped crying. "Mark honey, you are okay. It is alright no one meant to scare you."
Finally no longer crying, Mark looked at the both of us. "You guys are both total jerks!" Mark spat vehemently.
"Now Mark you don't mean that! Your friends didn't mean to scare you, they were just trying to surprise you is all." Mrs. Taylor tried soothing her son. "You know, if you were wearing a diaper like I told you, then this could have all been avoided."
"No it wouldn't have! I still would have gone in the diaper in front of everyone!" Mark shot back at his mom, still very much angry.
"You know what I meant!" Mark's mom now sounded a little angry herself. "Now let's get you cleaned up so that you can join the family and your friends and celebrate your birthday."
Without waiting for Mark's answer she took his hand and led him down the hall to his bedroom. Since no one told us we couldn't, both Randy and I followed them to Mark's room. While Mrs. Taylor got things ready we decided to sit on the spare bed and watched as she spread out a changing mat on Mark's bed and had him lay on it. She then stripped off his wet pants and left him in his shirt and very wet and messy underpants. She then carefully removed Mark's underpants making sure to keep all of its contents from falling out and making a bigger mess.
"Craig honey, can you do me a favor and take this to the bathroom and dump the poop into the potty? `Please' be careful..." And she put a lot of emphasis on the word `please'. "...as I don't want you to accidently dump it on the floor and make a mess. Then please put Mark's underpants down the laundry chute. Oh please remember to wash your hands real good." Mrs. Taylor asked me as she handed Mark's poopy and peed underwear to me.
I nodded my head in understanding. "Okay Mrs. Taylor." And then I left to do what I was asked. I even washed my hands as I was asked.
I tried to hurry so I wouldn't miss much of Mark getting changed but by the time I made it back, Mrs. Taylor was already finished cleaning the poop off of Mark and was now cleaning the rest of his diaper area. I guess I must be a sick individual for wanting to watch Mark's mom clean him, poop and all.
It didn't take very long for Mrs. Taylor to clean Mark up from his accident. She was very fast and very efficient. Mark begged to not be made to wear a diaper, at least not while all his guests were here, but his Mom insisted that he needed to.
"I am sorry Mark, but I think it will be for the best, besides no one will laugh at you, I promise." Mark's mom reassured him.
"And if any of those pipsqueaks have the nerve to say anything, I swear I will pound them for you!" Randy announced and I, though reluctantly, said I would do the same. I don't think Mark's mom was happy at all to hear about the violence we threatened to use against anyone who dared to make fun of Mark. Even so she never told us not to do it.
Thankfully the rest of Mark's birthday went good. Like Mark's mom promised, not a soul brought up anything about Mark's accident. I guess it also helped that Randy, following through on his own promise, made sure that every kid there knew, that they would be answering to him if they breathed a word about Mark and his accident. Fortunately for Mark, they were more sympathetic then they were of me. I guess it had to do with the fact that they could easily see themselves in the same situation that Mark had experienced.
The party ended around 6pm, but guest started to leave around 5pm. By 7 o'clock Randy and I were the only 2 left. My parents had just left after they helped Mark's parents, with the clean-up. While that was going on Randy and I, told Mark how we were left in the dark, that we didn't know anything about the party until today. I was really worried that after what happened earlier, that Mark would be angry at me when he saw his cake. Boy was I relieved when he along with his parents got a thrill out of it. Now able to talk to him I told Mark how the idea of his cake just popped into my head. Mark surprised me when he asked me if the frosted diaper on his teddy bear cake was clean or not. We both giggled as I told him my similar thought earlier that morning.
Mark's mom and dad had decided to take a walk after my parents left and asked if we wanted to join them. We were kind of tired so we decided to hang out in Mark's room. Mark's sister also stayed behind to keep an eye on us, but she stayed in her room and didn't bug us. So there we were, just lying around his room talking about this and that.
At some point Randy left to use the bathroom I decided to quickly ask Mark if I could wear one of his diapers that evening. Like Randy, I really had to pee badly as well and I really wanted to go inside a diaper instead of the toilet.
"Hey Mark?" I began sheepishly, "Could I borrow one of your diapers tonight?"
Mark eyes me queerly before going to his closet where I noticed that it now had a built in second dresser in it. I completely missed it earlier when his mom got a diaper out to put on Mark, actually that is because she must have got it while I was emptying Mark's poopy underwear into the toilet. Mark opened the top drawer and pulled out a new diaper. He held it out for me but right as I was about to take it he pulled it back from my reach.
He then said to me, "You can borrow it but you have to give it back exactly like it is now."
I wrinkled up my nose and furrowed my brow with confusion as I grunted, "Huh?"
"When you ask to `BORROW' something," he really drove home the word `borrow' too, "it is customary to return the item in the same condition it was when you received it."
Realizing he was trying to be funny I gave him my straight, un-amused face.
"Or did you mean to ask if you could `HAVE' one of my diapers to use?"
I reached out and snatched the diaper out of his hand.
"I never knew you were funny!" I said.
Mark laughed, "And just so we're clear... I don't want that back when you're done with it!"
I had to give Mark that one as it was funny. I was now wondering if I would have enough time to get the diaper on before Randy got back. I know I was being stupid; Randy of course knew I liked to wear and use diapers. Randy himself wore them occasionally but I could tell that he wasn't into them as much as Mark and I were. I guess Mark could see in my eyes what I was thinking because he all of a sudden out of the blue, offered to put the diaper on me.
"Hey Craig, lie down on my bed and I will help you get diapered." Mark instructed.
I did as I was told, but I was still worried about Randy. "But what if Randy comes back when you are putting the diaper on me?" I asked.
Mark suddenly smacked the top of my head. It didn't hurt, he just did it hard enough to get my attention. "Oh boy! Give me a break! Come on Craig! You know that Randy won't say a word. In fact he might want to wear one himself." Mark predicted through his annoyance.
Like I said, I already knew he was right. I rubbed the spot on my head that Mark hit as if it had hurt. Other than that, I without word lied there as Mark removed my shorts and underwear.
"Oh God Craig, don't you ever clean your butt?" Mark asked me as he went back to his closet to grab a package of diaper wipes.
I didn't know how dirty my butt really was, until Mark showed me the first wipe that he used on it. Boy was it brown! I knew that if the diaper wipe was that brown, that my Batman Underoos were most likely caked in poop. I thought back and remembered that I had pooped during the party; I guess I was in such a hurry I just took a quick swipe of my butt with a wad of toilet paper and didn't bother to make sure I was clean. Mark continued to clean my bottom until he was sure it was clean. He then had me lift my butt as he placed the diaper underneath it.
I thought that Mark would just tape up the diaper, but he decided to give me the full treatment as he went back to his closet to gather the diaper cream and baby powder. It was while he was slathering my boyhood with cream that Randy came back in to the room. Boy at that moment I wanted to kill Randy for his interruption, as Mark had been really rubbing the cream into my boyhood and I think he was amazed as it stiffened in his hand. I was really feeling good down there and I was starting to get this feeling as I might pee. I wanted to tell Mark that I was about to pee but I was afraid that if I did, he would stop and the wonderful feeling I was having would go away. Then Randy had to come in and ruin it all.
"Hey you might want to hurry with that, your parents are back and are sitting on the front porch talking." Randy announced.
That quickly ended my arousing diaper change; I wouldn't forget the feeling as Mark was spreading the diaper cream on me anytime soon. Mark used a couple wipes to clean his hands and then powdered me and then after once again wiping his hands, he taped the diaper on me and I got up and pulled my shorts back on over it. I then picked up my underwear and walked over to my overnight bag that my dad had got out of his car before he and Mom left. They also had brought my sleeping bag along with Randy's and his overnight bag as well. Anyway I placed my Underoos, which were caked with poop like I figured, into a separate pocket of my bag so it wouldn't get any of my clothes dirty or smelling like poop.
I then looked at Randy and Mark and asked, "Can you tell that I am wearing a diaper?"
"Maybe you should wear a longer shirt." Mark suggested.
I quickly looked through my bag but didn't see any of my longer t-shirts. Of course Mom had packed my bag, probably when I was asleep last night.
"Dang! Mom didn't pack any of my large shirts." I groaned. "What am I going to do? Your parents will see I am wearing a diaper!" I start panicking.
"Dang Craig! Calm down I got you covered." Mark announced as he went to his drawer and pulled out a t-shirt that was large enough to completely cover my waist and almost made it to my knees. "Mom and Dad gave me a couple shirts like this."
I decided after checking myself out in the mirror that I wanted to change into my pajama bottoms as the shirt completely covered my shorts and made me look like I was wearing a short dress. The last thing I wanted was to look like some girl! With my pajama bottoms on now, I didn't look so bad.
"So what do we do now?" Randy asked.
"Well we can watch a movie." Mark suggested. "I am sure Mom and Dad would let us pick out a DVD and maybe even Mom would pop us some popcorn to snack on during the movie."
It sounded like a good idea so we went to ask Mark's parents. We found them still outside on the porch swing and when Mark asked about picking out a DVD and popcorn and maybe some pop, his parents thought it was a good idea and decided to join us for the movie.
Since it was Mark's birthday his parents let him pick any movie he wanted as long as it was G rated, this of course was unacceptable to us boys as we felt we were old enough to watch PG13 films.
"I am sorry but none of you three are yet 13 years old and I feel this late at night is not a good time for young boys such as yourself to be watching PG movies." Mr. Taylor was very determined on this and we decided in the end that it was better to watch something then nothing. Besides it turned out that they had gotten Cars 2 which I had wanted to see anyway. It was a new DVD and Mark had yet to see it either, so I was glad when he chose it.
Before we started to watch the movie Mrs. Taylor who was making the popcorn asked me to help her out in the kitchen. It turned out to be her way to get me alone to talk to me about my problem. She didn't know yet that both her son and Randy knew about my bedwetting, but hey I wasn't about to tell her different.
"Craig, I think it would be best that you don't drink any pop tonight. It is really too late for you to drink anything. I really want to help you from having any accidents tonight." Mrs. Taylor said helpfully.
"But the popcorn will make me thirsty! Please Mrs. Taylor, I promise I won't wet the bed!" I pleaded as tears started to form in my eyes.
Mrs. Taylor still trying to be understanding and helpful suggested something else. "Maybe you should skip the popcorn too sweetie."
No longer able to hold my tears back, they now started to spill over my eyelids and down my cheeks. "But the guys will know something is up if I can't eat and drink. Please Mrs. Taylor, I would do anything!" I begged as I continued to cry. I somehow also forgot that Mark and Randy knew already, I had completely gone into a mind frame that I had before, either of them knew about my accidents. Well actually Mark had already known but never told me.
Mrs. Taylor then reached out her arms which I was more than happy to throw myself into them. She hugged me and patted my back until my tears and sobs had subsided. Then from the way her facial expression appeared, she seemed to have an idea.
"Craig, I want to make a suggestion and I know that your folks don't really agree with this but I want to offer you an option." Mark's mom said cryptically to me. "What if, before you go to bed this evening, I take you to Mark's room privately and put one of his diapers on you?" When Mark's mom made this suggestion, it shocked me so much that I didn't know what to say.
I guess Mrs. Taylor took my silence as a refusal to wear a diaper. "I swear to you Craig that no one would know you were wearing it and I will wake you in the morning and help you out of it." She promised. "Also, this way you can eat and drink as much as you want." With that last part I nodded my head and she smiled at me. "I won't tell your parents if you don't want me to but I think you are making a very grown up decision." And with that nothing else was said about it until it was time for bed.
The movie was real funny and I laughed at several parts during it. At some point during the film I needed to pee and was about to get up and go when I remembered I had a diaper on and peed in it. When the movie was over with, Mark's parents decided to clean up the living room while we went back and got ready for bed.
As soon as Mark and I got in his room, Randy had gone to relieve his aching bladder, I whispered in his ear. "Your mom is going to diaper me tonight. I need you to get me out of this diaper before she finds out."
"You know you can take it off yourself." Mark pointed out to me.
"Yeah yeah yeah, but I rather you do it." And just the thought of him doing it made me smile.
"Okay, I will do it, but let's hurry okay." Mark agreed.
He then pulled down my pajama bottoms and shoved me back on his bed. He then removed the tapes from my diaper and I think he was happy that it was only wet, though I did feel like I may need to poop sometime soon. Because I had pee all over my diaper area, Mark used his wipes to clean all traces of pee from my skin. Boy, we no longer had the diaper in the diaper pail hidden in his closet and my pajama bottoms pulled back up, that his mother showed up in Mark's room.
"Hey you two, I think you should get cleaned up before bed. I have Randy taking a shower in the guest bathroom. Mark I want you to shower in the hallway bathroom and Craig you can use our shower in the master bathroom." Mrs. Taylor announced as she had already decided this before telling us and there was no arguing with her.
At first I wasn't sure why she didn't have us to either take turns in one bathroom or even shower together, but then I found out that this was Mrs. Taylor's way of making sure I could be diapered privately without Mark or Randy finding out.
Like she asked me to, I quickly showered and dried off. She was already waiting for me in her's and Mr. Taylor's bedroom. I am not sure why I felt the need to cover myself, but I did. I had wrapped the towel around my skinny waist and walked out of the master bathroom and to the Taylor's bed before I realized how stupid it was. Still I couldn't get myself to drop the towel.
"Craig honey, take off the towel and lie down on the bed." Mrs. Taylor asked me in her motherly voice.
I tried to do what she asked but I just couldn't. What is strange is that there was no reason why I should feel embarrassed in front of Mrs. Taylor as she has seen me naked several times. This whole thing just didn't make sense to me. Then it hit me, as far as I knew, she had never seen me in a diaper before and now she was going to be not only seeing me in one, but putting it on me.
"Come on Craig, this is what you want. You have secretly wanted someone like Mrs. Taylor or your own mom to change you into a diaper." I heard this small voice say to me. It came from somewhere in the back of my brain.
With strength and determination that I didn't even know I had, I removed the towel and lied down on the bed as I was instructed. Mrs. Taylor went right to work; she put a clean disposable diaper under my bottom and then started to spread diaper rash cream all over my diaper area including my boyhood which like earlier when Mark was putting cream on me, was now stiff and at full attention. Also like earlier, I was really enjoying the feeling when all of a sudden she stopped spreading the cream and cleaned her hands.
No matter how much I wished that she would apply more cream, she didn't. She instead powdered me with baby powder and then securely taped the diaper on me. She then helped me get dressed back in my pajama bottoms and Mark's long t-shirt. Before I left her room to head back to Mark's room, she kissed me goodnight on the forehead.
As she brought her lips away from my forehead she looked into my eyes. "Sweetie, I want you to do me a favor and not remove your diaper. If you wake up and you need to go to the bathroom and you don't want to use your diaper, then come and wake me up. Okay honey?" Mrs. Taylor asked and I just nodded my head to let her know I would. "Well I am sure that you boys want to go and talk awhile before going to bed. Since you're diapered Craig, why don't you sleep with one of the boys so you don't have to sleep on the floor?"
Boy I couldn't believe my luck. Not only was I wearing a diaper that put on me by a woman who I consider is just as much a mother to me as my own mother. Now on top of that, I was going to be able to sleep with Mark. I don't know why I was so excited at the idea of sleeping with Mark, I just was!
It turned out that while I was being diapered by Mark's mom, Mark was being diapered by his dad. So when I made it to Marks room, he was already in his bed and Randy was in the guest bed. Mark who had expected me to crawl into my sleeping bag like normal was surprised when instead I crawled into bed with him. At first I wondered if he was going to demand that I get out and sleep in my sleeping bag like normal. When he smiled though and wrapped his right arm around me in a one arm hug, I knew he was just as happy as I was to be sleeping in the same bed with him.
Now settled into Mark's bed, Randy never mentioned anything about it though he did give me a weird look. It took me a moment before I understood what that look meant and when I did, boy was I angry as I turned around and stared Mark in the eye. "You told him!" I whispered angrily. At that moment I was not a happy camper.
Mark gave me a fed up look before giving me a piece of his mind. "Craig, how often do we have to keep on doing this? What is wrong with Randy knowing about the diaper? He already knows all about the other diapers you have worn, why is this one so different? I will tell you what Craig..." and at this he started poking his finger hard into my chest to emphasize each point he made. "...you are our friend and we would never say anything about this!" Jab "We already know that you have a problem wetting the bed!" Jab "We know you like diapers!" Jab "Do you really think we would make fun of you? If so then we must not be the friends we thought we were." And at this he jabbed me three more times. Jab Jab Jab! "So, are you going to be a jerk or a friend?" He finally asked me as he jabbed me one finale time Jab.
I knew he was right and that I needed to learn to trust my friends more. I apologized to the both of them and for the rest of the evening we talked with each other until we dropped off to sleep.
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I am not sure what time it was that I woke up. As I tried to focus my eyes and see what woke me, I noticed that, other than the light coming from the lamp on Mark's nightstand, it was still dark out. Yawning and trying to stay awake but losing the battle, my mind realized finally what woke me. I stared down the length of my body and saw that I am no longer under the covers and that my pajama bottoms were now around my ankles. As my eyes focused, I noticed that the diaper that I had been wearing earlier was as well, no longer covering my exposed crotch. That is when I realized I was in the middle of being changed. When I looked up further, expecting to see Mrs. Taylor, I was shocked to see instead Mark's dad, Mr. Taylor, was the one changing my obviously wet diaper.
If I had been more awake I probably would have jumped out of bed in shock. But I wasn't and because I was so tired my mind barely registered what was happening before falling back to sleep. By morning though, I would have plenty of time to feel the embarrassment of that late night diaper change.
Another thing I wished had happened, I wished that Mr. Taylor would have awakened me and had me use the bathroom before diapering me. That poop I had felt earlier that night, was now wanting to come out but I was now too tired to notice.
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I must have been real tired because I slept well past 8am. In fact it was almost 9am when Mark thought it appropriate to give a kid, that is ME, a coronary! One moment I was in dreamland where Mark, Randy, and I were riding our bikes all over town in nothing but gleaming white diapers. The best part of it, no one made fun of us. In fact they treated us as if it was a normal thing seeing three 11 year old boys in nothing but a diaper. Anyway I was in this good dream when all of a sudden the loudest noise I ever heard scared the shit right out of me! Instantly I was awake clutching my heart and screaming so loud that Mrs. Taylor suddenly appeared in the doorway. I didn't put two and two together right away but as soon as Mark's mom appeared at the door, the loud blaring noise that awoke me suddenly stopped!
"What's going on in here?!" Mrs. Taylor demanded as she looked into my frightened eyes.
"Nothing Mom, we just played a little joke on Craig and we didn't realize it would scare him." Mark explained and I could see through my now growing anger that he was trying his best not to laugh.
"Mark, you and Randy go eat your breakfast!" Mrs. Taylor ordered.
I could tell that Mark wanted to say something but I guess he knew better to argue with his mom. Both he and Randy didn't waste a second escaping from Mark's mom's wrath. Once they were both gone and most likely at the table, Mrs. Taylor turned her attention back to me and gave me one of her best smiles.
"How about we get you out of that diaper now?" She kindly asked me.
Her bringing up the diaper made several things pop into my head all at once. The first was the memory of Mrs. Taylor diapering me before I went to bed Last night. The second thing was the dream I had just been having before I was scared out of it. That brought on the next thought which was the memory of waking up at some point in the middle of the night and seeing Mr. Taylor changing me. I kinda hoped that was a dream as well. The final thought was the full knowledge of the condition of the diaper, which was at this point taped around my waist. It turned out that this morning when I woke up having the crap scared out of me, it was not meant to only mean figuratively, but also literally. I was so scared at first that I really hadn't had time to think about how I just crapped my diaper. Now though, I had the chance to fully realize what I had done. Boy was I humiliated! My face suddenly took on the color of Superman's home planet Krypton's, red sun.
"Craig honey, what's wrong?" Mrs. Taylor asked concerned.
"I had an accident." I mumbled.
"Well that is why we put the diaper on you so that you wouldn't get the bed wet." She tried to comfort me.
I hung my head in shame and mumbled again. "That is not what I meant."
I guess I confused her somewhat as she was giving me a quizzical look. I knew that wouldn't be the case long, as I could now smell the mess inside my diaper as it mashed a little as I moved.
I am not sure if it was because of the smell or if she finally understood what I had meant, but all of a sudden a look of understanding spread across her face. "Oh sweetie don't you worry, no one will ever know you pooped in your diaper."
Without wasting any more time she gathered the stuff to clean me up with, but what really confused me was that she had grabbed another diaper. Now there was a part of me that was yelling inside of me, telling me that I needed to remind Mrs. Taylor that I didn't need a diaper in the daytime. The other part of me was hoping and praying that she would be putting that diaper on me.
As she gathered the stuff I continued to sit on Mark's bed and watched her. Once she had everything she needed on the bed she gently pushed me back so that I was lying down again. She then pulled up the long t-shirt I was wearing and completely removed it as well as pulling off my pajama bottoms. The now exposed diaper looked like it was about to burst from soaking up so much of my boy pee overnight.
What she said next answered the question once and for all, if Mr. Taylor changing me last night was a dream or not? "Boy I am glad my husband got up last night and changed you boys! I don't think this diaper would have held a drop more!"
Once again my face turned fiery red. Mrs. Taylor mistook my embarrassment about me being poopy as she reminded me that she had changed Mark's poopy diapers all the time and that there was nothing to be embarrassed about. I never did correct her besides she was partly right as the whole thing was embarrassing. I knew though that somehow, I would have to get over this if I wanted to be like Mark and wear diapers whenever I wanted.
I didn't say a word as she un-taped the diaper and exposed the mess I had deposited inside of it. The stench that escaped, slapped us both in the face, and both of us recoiled from it. I was grateful when Mrs. Taylor didn't say a word and just went to work cleaning me up.
I was a downright mess and should have been sent to take a shower again but Mark's mom decided to clean me herself. So after several wipes I was finally clean and instead of getting up and getting ready for the morning I stayed right where I was as I was still wondering if she was going to put the diaper she had grabbed on me. By now the part of me that wanted to wear that diaper had won over the other part of me. I was now totally recovered from my earlier embarrassment and really wanted that diaper sitting next to me, taped around my loins, and I desperately wanted Mark's mom to put it on me.
As I said, I didn't say a word. I just laid there hoping and praying, and when she reached down and picked up the diaper, I about shouted `Hallelujah'! Then two things happened, one causing the other, which changed the outcome. I watched as she opened up the diaper getting it ready to put under me. As she started to lift my butt up, my boyhood sprung to life. It was now standing tall and proud and this brought back my embarrassment. When Mark's mom noticed my red face she then seemed to realize what she was doing. This of course ended the diapering.
"Oh Craig, I am so terribly sorry! I wasn't thinking. I am so use to changing my son that I was doing what I normally do. Don't worry; I am not going to make you wear a diaper during the day."
With diaper in hand she walked out of the room embarrassed and didn't say another word to me. I guess she never noticed my stiffy, if she did, she never mentioned it. "Damn you!" I screamed silently at my stiff boyhood. "You just cost me getting diapered!" I know it was stupid but I was angry and wanted something to blame. At that moment I had an irrational thought of wanting to rip the blasted thing off my body. All it does is betray me when it fails to keep me from peeing all over myself in my sleep. And now this! I just wish I knew why my boyhood kept getting hard like that!
There was nothing else I could do, though a part of me wanted to streak out of Mark's room and find his mom and beg her to put that diaper on me! Instead, I got up and got dressed for the day. Even though I wasn't really hungry and still very upset with Mark for scaring the shit out of me, I joined the other two Amigo's at the table and ate breakfast.
I guess I was hungrier than I thought. It turned out that breakfast was Belgian waffles and sausage. I couldn't believe it when I actually put away three of them. Mark's dad poked me in the stomach after I finished the third one.
"I think the human garbage disposable is ready for a fourth waffle dear." Mr. Taylor joked with his wife.
I of course told them that I was stuffed and thanked them both for breakfast. I then joined Mark and Randy in the living room, where we vegged out in front of the TV watching cartoons for the rest of the morning. I soon forgot all about the diaper and how I was awakened that morning.
At 11:30 the local news came on and normally we would have just changed the channel but when they mentioned something about missing kids, we became curious and decided to find out what it was about.
The top of the news today is that another boy in the Chicago area has gone missing.
Little Tommy Miller was last seen walking home last night from the park. Tommy age 12, never made it home.
At this time police are asking for anyone with any information to come forward. Time is essential as police suspect that the boy, who is around 4ft tall with blue eyes and sandy blonde hair, may have been kidnapped by the "Blue Eyeball Killer'.
The killer has now been linked to 11 kidnappings across 3 states... Michigan, Indiana, and Illinois. Each victim has been in the age range of 9 – 13. All of them have been roughly 4ft tall, with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. It also appears that he likes his boys thin and according to police has a sexual attraction to them.
Each boy is held between 1 to 2 weeks before he kills them and dumps their bodies. He does have his calling card though; he keeps the eyes of his victims. This is the reason why time is essential for little Tommy!
Before we could hear any more of the report Mr. Taylor, who we didn't see enter the room, turned off the TV. "Boy's I don't think you should be listening to something like that. It is nice outside; maybe you should go out and play."
As we were going outside I couldn't help overhearing what Mark's mom said to his dad. "Honey you know we probably should talk to them about it. I think they should know. It could help protect them." She said worriedly.
"Dear you may be right, but I am so afraid of the nightmares it would cause them. Anyway he is staying pretty close to Chicago and I am positive that we have nothing to worry about. He would never come here; it would be harder for him to get away with kidnapping someone here."
That was all I heard as the door was shut. Mark's dad was right. What I just heard was scaring me more than anything. Both Mark and I had blue eyes and almost sandy blonde hair. Not wanting to scare the others I chose to keep it to myself. I knew though that the nightmares would come!
I tried my best to put it out of my mind and was successful for the rest of the day with doing that. For the rest of the day the three of us played and had a lot of fun. It wasn't long after we went outside, an hour maybe, that sandwiches, chips, and cool-aid was left for us on the picnic table. After we ate our lunch we went back to our play.
Time went by quickly and soon it was time to gather our things, so that we could be ready when our parents came and picked us up. It was while I was gathering my things that I was reminded about how I was awakened this morning.
"Hey Craig, I am sorry we scared you this morn..." Mark started to say before I got angry and interrupted him.
"YOU JERKS! YOU SCARED THE FREAKING CRAP OUT OF ME! AND I MEAN YOU ACTUALLY SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME!" I started screaming at the both of them.
I am not sure how Mark's parents never heard me but if they did, they never showed up wondering why I was screaming so loud or swearing. Then just like that I went from screaming to crying. Mark then embraced me and not fighting it, I just cried into his shirt. Randy just sat behind me and patted my back until my tears finally came to an end and I was able to compose myself.
"As I was saying Craig, I am sorry that we scared you this morning. What we were trying to do was to go ahead and show you how these..." At this Mark held up a rectangle electronic device of some sort. There was a pair of headphones attached to it. "...work. This thing is a `Screaming Meanie' and you can plug the headphones in so only you hear. You then make sure the volume is loud enough to wake you. This way you can wake up and get in bed with your parents." Mark explained.
"Maybe you might want to turn it down a little so it won't scare you like it did this morning." Randy suggested.
Actually after we played with it together for a few minutes I thought it was ingenious. I did make sure that it was okay that I use it as I didn't want Mark to get in trouble. Mark assured me though that he wouldn't and that the device had been unused for so long that it would never be missed. My dad showed up a few minutes later so I shoved it along with the headphones into my bag and said goodbye to my friends before walking out the door.
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That evening for dinner, Dad decided to order a pizza. Since it was late Mom decided it would be best that I don't drink any pop so I ended up having to eat my pizza with water as my drink. This was kind of disappointing as I rather have pop with my pizza. If only my parents were more like Mark's, than I could wear a diaper to bed and have as much pop as I want with my pizza.
As much as I wanted to argue with them over the no pop rule, I decided to let it go as I didn't want to make them mad at me. I just had to be satisfied that if things went to plan, that soon I would hopefully not be restricted from any fluids anymore.
As I climbed into bed that evening I smiled to myself as I put on the headphones. I had already set the timer to wake me up at 2am. I couldn't help but feel happy because soon, with the help of Mark's `Screaming Meanie' I was sure I would have earned my diapers!
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