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Title: | Trip to New York
Name: | Seth
Email: | wetkid@gmail.com
Gender: | Male
Current Age: | 19
Posting Date: | 11/23/08
Story Contents: |
A- Post-toddler (4-8)* |  | R- Sisters, other girls* |
B- Pre-teen (9-12)* | ● | S- Babysitters |
C- Teen (13-17) | ● | T- Masturbation |
D- Adult (18+) |  | U- Sexual situations |
E- Cloth diapers* |  | V- Gay |
F- Disposable diapers | ● | W- Erections |
G- Pee | ● | X- Bedwetting | ●
H- Poop* |  | Y- Accidents | ●
I- Exposed diapers/pantslessness* |  | Z- Punishment/Diaper Discipline |
J- Multiple diapers* |  | 1- Female Domination* |
K- Baby paraphernalia |  | 2- Enemas |
L- Mother |  | 3- Restraints |
M- Father |  | 4- Crying |
N- Aunt | ● | 5- Spanking |
O- Uncle |  | 6- Humiliation |
P- Brothers (diapered) | ● | 7- Babying |
Q- Brothers (not diapered) |  | 8- Regression |
*Denotes Deekerian story elements
Summary: | This is my first story there will be more to come next week. It's about Adam dealing with growing up with his small bladder. It's a great story.

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    “Adam!” yelled my mom from the driver seat. “WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT
    GOING TO THE BATHROOM?!”

    Quick recap, I’m Adam. I am an 11-year-old boy. I live in Orange
    County, California. It was like we were in one of those T.V
    neighborhoods. Everyone had the same car and whatnot. I also have an
    18-year-old brother named Seth.

    It was two days before Thanksgiving and we were about to leave to go to
    my Aunt’s house in upstate New York. I was excited because my cousin
    Aaron was going to be there. Aaron was like my other, cooler older
    brother.

    It was 7:00 am and Seth came into my room to tell me that it was time
    to get up to meat the plain airport. As I got out of bed there was no
    way to hide the huge wet spot on the front of my PJs.

    “Hey, little bro. It’s cool, you don’t need to hide it. I did the same
    thing until I was 15.”

    “GREAT!! SO I HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT FOR 4 MORE YEARS!” I yelled and
    walked into my bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror thinking, “I’m
    11. I should not be pissing in my pants!”

    After my shower I was feeling a little better and went down to eat
    breakfast. I had a huge glass of cranberry juice and a glass a milk.
    Then my bro said, “Hey, dude, watch out with the drinking, it’s a long
    drive.”

    “I guess you’re right, bro,” I said, thinking to myself, “I’m not going
    to have a problem.” I ran upstairs and brought my suitcase out to the
    Range Rover. We all got in. About and hour into the trip I noticed that
    I kind of needed to pee. I was just telling myself that I can hold it.
    I am 11; I can do it.

    About 15 minutes later it was getting real hard to hold it.

    “Hey mom, I kind of need to pee, like really bad.”

    “Adam, what did I tell you about that?”

    “Sorry, Mom. I just drank a lot. Please, can we stop? I really have to
    pee.”

    “No!” she said. “We are almost at the airport. You are 11 and need to
    be a big boy.”

    All I was thinking was, “How am I going to do this? There is no way.”

    10 minutes later there was no way, so I decided that I would let a
    little out in my pants to relieve some pressure, worst idea ever. I let
    too much out you could tell I pissed in my pants. My bro looked back at
    me and saw my pants and just kind of made a face. I was able to hold it
    until we got to the airport.

    When we got there were we saw we were late and had to still check in. I
    was still telling mom that I had to pee bad. She just told me to hold
    it, that there was no time. In the line for the ticket counter all I
    could do was just do the pee-pee dance and grabbed myself. My mom
    yelled at me and told me that I looked like a 5-year-old and needed to
    stop doing it.

    I stopped and just then a little bit of pee came out, not all of it,
    but enough that you could once again tell that I had an accident. We
    than had to run to security. I had to run the whole way there holding
    myself. We stopped at the security person who checked my mom’s ID. He
    looked at my brother and I and told me, “Hey, kid, try some pull-ups or
    something.”

    My mom just got mad at him and we went to the metal detectors and got
    through all that. On the way to the gate it all came out into my pants.
    I could not stop it not matter what and when I thought I was done and I
    was able to stop it. 2 minutes later a little more came out there was
    no way to hide this. When we got to the gate my mom looked at me and
    said, “You know, that guy was right. We should put you in Pull-Ups.”

    We got on the plane and said almost nothing to each other the whole way
    there. When we landed and went to the baggage area. We went to the
    rental car. My mom looked at me and said, “Go to the bathroom. I don’t
    care if you have to go.” I did. I went to the bathroom and used it and
    came back. We got to the car.

    We were on the highway and my mom saw a Wal-Mart and said she needed to
    pick up something. We all got out and went inside and she said, “We are
    going to get the two of them diapers.”

    Seth yelled at his mom and said, “What the hell are you talking about?
    I haven’t wet my bed in 4 years!”

    She responded by telling him that she saw his pants on the plane after
    he slept and had been squiring around for awhile, as well as how for
    the last week he has been wetting his bed. She took them over to the
    aisle and picked out the new Pampers Underjams for Seth and Pull-ups
    for me.

    More to come soon--- E-mail me what you thing so far and for
    suggestions. If I get good ones I will use them.

    WETKID@GMAIL.COM

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