My Diaper Adventures Chapter 1: How It Started. It was the Friday before Presidents day and I was sleeping over at my best friend Jimmy's house. His mother was gone for Friday and Saturday and we had a weekend of activities planned. It was perfect, except for one thing--my parents didn't know that we'd be alone for the first twenty-four hours. But what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them. We had started a game of poker, for real money this time; not just chips like when parents were around. I was losing my butt. I had already lost five dollars, and only had six left at the start of what would be our last hand. I got a lucky break--four aces! Slowly raising the stakes, I let Jimmy take the bait. I couldn't believe that I would win all of my money back in just one hand. Jimmy had to be bluffing, after all, four aces is a sure thing. In the end, Jimmy raised a dollar, but I only had fifty cents. "Looks like you fold," he said with a smirkish grin. "Wait," I said, "I have a good hand, I think I can win. Let me put up my wristwatch. You've always wanted it." "No, but I'll tell you what. If you lose this hand, then you'll spend the weekend wearing my brother's bedwetting pants." I agreed. Reaching for the money, and showing him the cards, I said, "Four aces, read `em and weep." Stopping me, with that same smirkish grin on his face, "Would you like help putting them on, or can you do it yourself?" I couldn't believe it. He had a straight flush. "Can we do this after the movie?" I asked, hoping by then he'd forget. "No," Jimmy said, going to his brother's room. He returned with what looked like one of my baby brother's diapers, only slightly bigger. "I thought your brother wore Goodnights," I gasped, "like in the commercials." "Nope, he wears diapers just like your baby brother. My mom thinks that these protect the bed a lot better than Goodnights," he laughed, "now strip down so I can get this on you." I did as I was told. Thinking that the joke had gone too far, but not saying anything. Standing there naked with my best friend right there holding a diaper, I felt oddly excited. The feeling passed after Jimmy pulled the diaper around my crotch and had me sit down. After taping the top tapes, I was told to pull my knees into my chest. The bottom and middle tapes were taped, and the diaper was nice and snug. Jimmy smiled and helped me up. Giving my bottom a pat, he said, "Let's go watch the movie." The movie was great. "Flat Liners" a movie that I had been forbidden to watch at home. But with no parents around, we could do anything we wanted. I felt the urge to urinate midway through the movie. I got up to go and said, "Jimmy, pause while I piss." "Sit your butt back down. That's why you're diapered. Just use it." I couldn't, at first. It was six years since I was potty trained at two, and that's a lot to overcome. But eventually I was able to relax and the pee flowed. Jimmy must have smelled my now wet diaper, because he looked at me and smiled. After the movie was over, Jimmy asked me if I wanted to get changed before bed, or if my diaper could last the night. "I'm wet," I told him. "I know," he said, carefully removing my diaper. He used a washcloth to clean my urine-soaked skin, then gently massaged some lotion into my crotch. "We have to make sure that you don't get a rash," he said as he finished and we went through the diapering process again. He also marked where the tapes were, so I wouldn't be tempted to use the toilette at night. Jimmy took one last look at my diapered butt, smiled and turned off the light. Crawling into our sleeping bags, we told ghost stories for about an hour, then before falling asleep, I peed again. Chapter 2: The Next Morning When I woke up the next morning, Jimmy was still asleep. At first I thought that the happenings of the previous night were a dream. Then I realized that there was a dampness, not quite clammy, but almost around my crotch. I got out of bed, and then noticed than Jimmy was awake. "Is TJ wet?" he asked. Embarrassed that I was eight and wearing a diaper, I only nodded. "I thought so," he smirked, "the whole thing is sagging." He had me lay down and lift my legs. He undid the tapes and slid the soaking diaper out from beneath my buttocks. Then just like the night before, he washed my skin and applied lotion. I caught myself smiling. Was I starting to enjoy this? After Jimmy had cleaned me up and fastened the tapes on my new diaper, I realized that I had to poop. "Jimmy," I said cautiously, "I have to do 'number 2'." "Do it in your diaper. That was the agreement." "Won't it waste a diaper, I mean you'll just have to change me right away." "No," he said, with that smirk on his face, "I won't." Realizing that if I pooped now, my diaper would be messy for a while, I decided to hold it. Jimmy and I went downstairs and had breakfast-a bowl of Corn Flakes each. Midway through breakfast, I couldn't hold my poop in any longer. In defeat, I felt it sliding out and piling up in my diaper. I stood up, not wanting to spread it around any more than necessary. Jimmy, realizing my predicament, just smiled and said nothing. Luckily the smell wasn't too bad and I was able to finish breakfast. "Jimmy," I pleaded, "can I have my diaper changed now?" "I'll wrestle you for it," he said, "If you can pin me, I'll change you now, if I pin you then you'll wear it 'till noon." Not having a choice, I agreed. We went to the living room and began. Jimmy knocked me down, and I felt my poop spread all over my diaper. It was even up by my penis. I quickly got up and knocked Jimmy down and pounced, but he managed to reverse and "3- 2-1, I win!" I heard Jimmy shout. I should have known, I was never able to beat Jimmy in wrestling. Defeated, I crawled up on the couch, and turned on cartoons. It was, after all Saturday morning. Looking at my watch, I saw that I was sentenced for three more hours in a messy diaper. And it was starting to smell. Maybe it would bother Jimmy enough that he would change me early. I wet my diaper again--this was getting easier. And by noon I had a rash. It was just starting to itch, and when Jimmy finally took off my wet, messy diaper, my skin had turned pink. It was tender when Jimmy scrubbed my "poop-sies" as he called them off of my groin and buttocks. I could tell he felt guilty about giving me a diaper rash, "I'll tell you what," he said, "I'll buy your lunch today at the Burger Hut" He must of not felt that guilty, since he made me wear a diaper out of the house, but at least my jeans covered it up (for the most part, you could still see a bulge). While waiting in line, I had to pee, and just let go in my diaper. I smiled, and Jimmy asked me quietly, "What's so funny?" "I'm wet," I whispered. "While we're waiting for our food, I'll change you," he whispered back. I had wondered why we took his book-bag. Now I knew. I followed him into the restroom, but it was a single, so we had some odd looks. I hesitated, but then the look on Jimmy's face told me that if I didn't want the whole restaurant knowing about my diapers, I had better follow. Once inside, Jimmy pulled my pants down and undid the tapes on my diaper. He used toilette paper to dry me off and then put a nice dry diaper on me. He left my wet diaper on top of the trashcan lid, and pulled up my pants. "There," he said, "does little TJ feel better?" I just nodded. By the time we were done, our burgers were ready. They were juicy and delicious. Jimmy made sure I got all the refills I wanted on my soda, and I managed to wet my diaper on the way home. I was beginning to look forward to more diaper changes in the near future. Chapter 3: After Lunch As we walked in through the door, I announced, "I'm wet." Jimmy just looked at me, "I guess you'll want to be changed," and started pulling down my pants, exposing my diaper. "These Depends are boring, just being white," he said as he fastened my diaper, "they should put cartoons on them like baby diapers." I nodded in agreement and Jimmy went to his room, leaving me laying there in nothing but a diaper. He returned with a camera and tripod. He announced that we were having a photo session and I would be posing like the "Huggies Babies." After posing in sizes 1-5 (Jimmy informed me that Huggies used the same baby for sizes 5 and 6) and like the "Pull-Ups 'Big Kids,'" Jimmy downloaded the images from the camera to his computer. "Too bad they don't put kids on the Goodnites packages," Jimmy said as the photos came on screen, "you're so cute that they would definitely put you on." Just then, Jimmy's mom and little brother came in, back from his spelling bee. Jimmy's mom just looked at me and smiled, while his six-year-old, bed-wetting brother just burst out laughing. "Be nice," she reprimanded, "you don't like it when people laugh at you for being a bed-wetter, don't laugh at TJ for being a pants- wetter." At the words "pants-wetter" I nearly died, but managed to hide my embarrassment. Frank came over and apologized, "I'm sorry, it was just the shock of seeing my brother's best friend in a diaper. Can I still hang out with you guys?" I looked at Jimmy, who nodded; then I was given a big hug from Frank. During all this, I had wet myself unknowingly. After my hug, Frank stepped back and said, "Dude, your stripes are gone." "Francis," Jimmy asked, "Do you want to help change TJ's diaper?" Frank, not liking to be called by his "proper" name, didn't say anything about it. The prospect of diapering an older boy was too big an opportunity to pass up. Jimmy directed Frank in all the processes of diaper changing. Already knowing the hazards of diaper rash, Frank was especially careful to clean me well. He taped up the diaper and after Jimmy helped me up, Frank said, "That was fun. Can I help with the rest of TJ's diaper changes?" I said, "Sure, kiddo, why not?" Jimmy gave me a t-shirt to wear, and we went downstairs for dinner. During the meal, Jimmy's mom kept giving me sympathetic looks. Was she just feeling sorry for an eight-year-old pants- wetter, or was there something going on that I didn't know about? Chapter 4 After dinner, Jimmy, Frank, and I went back to Jimmy's room. We played with Legos awhile before his mom called us all back downstairs. "I'm going out for a bit," she said, "TJ and Jimmy, look after Frank while I'm gone." "Can we watch a movie?" we all asked in unison. "Sure," she replied, "Jimmy you know where they are." Jimmy ran over to the case and started calling out names of movies. Jimmy's mom looked at me standing there in only a diaper and a T-shirt and sighed. She went outside, started he car, and drove off. Jimmy called out, "I got it! Friday the 13th!" Frank moaned, "I don't know Jimmy, the last time I tried to watch it, it was too scary!" "That was over a year ago," Jimmy reassured him, "besides, TJ isn't afraid, and he's still in diapers." "Yeah," Jimmy giggled, "and if he shits himself, it'll be an easy clean-up." I turned red with embarrassment at Frank's comment, but said nothing. I began plotting my revenge. Of course, the old maxim, "Revenge is a dish best served cold," didn't apply to this situation. Jimmy started the movie, and it was scary. After drinking about six sodas, Frank excused himself. I leaned over to Jimmy, and told him I had to go get something. He told me that was fine. I went to the garage, and found an empty milk carton. After filling it with water in the kitchen, I slowly crept up the stairs and snuck into Frank's bedroom. After rummaging through his stuff, I found what I was looking for- Frank's Goodnights. I doused them with water, making them unusable. It was then that I realized that Jimmy had told me his brother wore diapers to bed. "That bastard," I said under my breath, "he tricked me." I was going to confront Jimmy about this, but I was having a good time over here, diapers or not. Maybe it could wait awhile longer. I went back downstairs, smiling about what I had done. "What's so funny?" Jimmy asked me. "Nothing," I giggled, "just that your little brother really will be wearing diapers to bed, not just Goodnites. I soaked them all up with water." "He'll still wears them," Jimmy whispered, "he likes going to bed wet. In fact, he told me he doesn't even wet in his sleep anymore. He just lays there and pees while still in bed." Frank returned from his visit to the bathroom, sat down and cracked open another can of soda. "For someone that's concerned about wetting his bed," I said to Frank, testing the water, "you sure drink a lot of soda at night." "Who said I was concerned?" Frank asked, and then all three of us remained silent throughout the rest of the movie. After the movie was over, Jimmy's mom still had not returned. "I wonder where she is?" asked Frank, a little bit worried. "She had to work the night shift," Jimmy replied, "she'll be here in the morning. She thought that you'd be asleep by now, and not know that she was out all night." We walked down the hall, and before Frank turned into his room, Jimmy called out, "Do you want to sleep in my room tonight?" Frank pointed out that there were only two beds in Jimmy's room. "TJ won't mind sharing, will ya Teeg?" Jimmy said, "you'll just pee on each other." Jimmy ducked into his room, put on a Goodnite, and came out smiling. "Thank you TJ for wetting my Goodnites. Too bad it's only water, it would have been really cool if you'd peed them for me." Jimmy grabbed one of my used diapers out of his trashcan and tossed it to Frank. "Here's one with TJ's pee in it. I'll help you put it on, if you'd like." Frank pulled off his Goodnite, and jumped up, now naked, on the bed. "I can't believe this," he exclaimed, "First I get to share a bed with TJ, now I can share a diaper too!" His grin was ten times wider than when he discovered that all of his Goodnites were wet. I felt a little uncomfortable sleeping in the same bed as Frank. The kid kinda had a weird thing for me, but aside from keeping his hand on my thigh, and once grabbing my diaper, nothing happened. I peed in my diaper and lay awake for a few minutes, Jimmy small hand lying on my thigh. I realized that someone's diaper had started to leak, then drifted off into sleep. Chapter 5: Sunday morning Jimmy's mom woke us up, and after changing my diaper, went to take off Frank's Goodnite and saw that he too, was wearing a diaper. While taking it off, and cleaning him up with a rag (the same one used on me, to Frank's delight) she asked him why he wasn't wearing a Goodnite. "TJ talked about how comfortable diapers were," Frank lied, saving my butt, "and I wanted to try one. They are way more comfortable than Goodnites, Mom. Can I start wearing diapers instead." "We'll see," came the reply, meaning of course, "No." Frank and I went downstairs for breakfast, I was clad in only a diaper, as we walked down the stairs, Jimmy's mom got him up. I wondered why he had stayed in bed until after I had left. During breakfast, I had a bowel movement. I knew I should have gone before my morning change. Jimmy's mom, without missing a beat, took me upstairs, and changed my diaper, cleaning every speck of poop off my skin. We went back to the table, and after breakfast was finished, Jimmy's mom asked, "Can you boys go play outside for the rest of the day, I need to get some sleep." I realized that since I was going home on Monday morning, I only had to wear diapers for one more day and night. I threw on some pants and a shirt to cover up my diaper and the three of us went to the park. On the way there, I peed. Orange juice just runs through me for some reason. I smiled as the warm wetness flooded my diaper. Jimmy's dad drove by us in his semi and honked, I jumped and squirted a little more pee into my diaper. I thought to myself how lucky I was to be diapered now. Jimmy and Frank turned around and ran back to see their dad, who just got back from a haul to Atlanta. They only got to see their dad a few days a week, when he was between trips. I thought they were lucky: My dad had died when the mill exploded when I was four. We weren't lacking financially, but money could never replace a father. Jimmy and Frank came running back to catch up with me, and we raced the rest of the way to the park. Seeing two boys and their father put a damper on my mood, but I participated in the game of freeze-tag that the three of us and some of the guys from or school started. I was "it" and I had "frozen" everyone but Jason, the kid that always knew the answers in school. (If he hasn't so athletic, he would be a nerd.) I had to go pee bad, and almost called time-out, but remembered my diaper. I let go, got an extra burst of speed and tagged him. Now he was it. He immediately tagged me, as I was the closest. He tagged a little too hard and I fell. My weight landing on my diaper squeezed out some of my pee, leaving a dark spot on my pants. No body noticed but me, after getting up, I ran by a mud-puddle and "fell" again. As it was getting close to lunchtime, Jimmy, Frank, and I left, and the rest of the group split up. Before going into the house, Jimmy made me strip off my muddy clothes (in the front yard), and we went in. I had managed to sneak by Jimmy's dad, had we went upstairs. Jimmy changed my diaper, having Frank hand him the diaper cream. While Jimmy has applying the cream, it felt different. By the time Jimmy had sealed up my diaper, it was downright painful. Jimmy just attributed it to diaper rash, and told me to stop whining. During lunch, the pain and burning were so bad that I almost cried. Luckily a few hours later while we were watching TV, the pain eased to a stop. Later Frank confessed to what he had done, he put Icy-Hot in the diaper cream tube. I wanted to kill him, but as Jimmy pointed out, the look on his face when we found out I was mad was enough. That kid did have a weird thing for me. For the rest of the afternoon, Frank could barely look at me, for fear that I would just glare at him. Finally before dinner, he handed be a small box, and said "I'm sorry". I opened the box, and inside was a small clay sculpture, of a kid wearing a diaper. It even had the two blue tapes on either side of the diaper. "I hope you like it, it's supposed to be you." Knowing that he really was sorry, I gave him a hug, and whispered "That's Okay." It was announced that we would be going out for dinner. "My last outing in diapers," I thought as I pulled on my slacks. After tucking in my shirt, and examining myself in the mirror, I realized that my diaper made a very noticeable bulge through my slacks. I asked Jimmy about it. "My dad's not going to say anything, he's like my mom and thinks that you have a problem," he said, "and no one at the restaurant is going to say anything, so calm down." We piled up into the car and drove across town to the Chez Ennui. The Maitre D', greeted us and showed us to our table. Robert came out and introduced himself as our waiter. As we ordered, he looked at me and asked, "And what will peu de garcon de couche-culotte be having?" I ordered the first thing that came to mind, "Escargots, with garlic." After the waiter left, I asked what "peu de garcon de couche- culotte" meant, since the waiter just called Jimmy, Frank and their dad "garcon". Nobody knew. I wet myself, during dinner, but didn't say anything, not wanting to spoil the evening. After all was done, we got up and Jimmy noticed dark spots on the back of my pants where my diaper had leaked. Robert came up and asked, "Would peu de garcon de couche-culotte enjoy desert, what about his family?" We decided to try some dessert, cinnamon crepes. They were delicious. By the time desert was over, I had wet my diaper again, and the leak was noticeable from the front as well. I tried to hide my embarrassment as well as I could. After arriving home, Jimmy changed my diaper and all the kids went to bed. I fell asleep thinking that I was finally free of diapers.