    Summary: This is a story about a boy who is sick, and wets his bed. His
    parents buy him diapers, and le loves the diapers. His parents have no
    choice but to keep him in diapers. Read on to find out his adventure,
    and diaper story.

    A Day At Home
    By Mark Cohen

    CHAPTER 1
    	It all started one day, with this boy named Mark. He was 11 years
    old, and in the 6th grade at St. Edwards school. He was a good kid. He
    always got good grades in school, and was talented at playing the
    piano. It was a cold December morning, and there was about 5 inches of
    crisp snow on the ground. Mark woke up, and looked at the time. It was
    6:30. He had to be outside at the bus stop by 7:15. He got out of bed,
    and grabbed a pair of briefs, socks, and the clothes he was going to
    wear that day. He jumped into the shower, and washed up as quick as he
    could so he would not miss the bus. He knew his Mother would be mad if
    he did, because his school was out of her way to drive to.
    	Mark dried himself, and got dressed for school. He walked
    downstairs to find his Mother and Father eating a bowl of cereal. There
    was a place set for him, so he sat down and engulfed a bowl of
    Cheerios. He kissed his Mom and Dad goodbye, and ran to the bus stop.
    By the time he got there, he could already see the bus in the distance.
    When he walked on the bus, he immediately sat down with his best friend
    Joe. Joe has been his best friend since they were born. (Their mothers
    were friends). Joe was a smart kid, but he did not have many friends. I
    was basically his only friend. We arrived at school, and put our stuff
    in our lockers, and went and sat down at our desks. We talked a little
    bit about what each of us did the night before. His parents were
    divorced, so he lived with his mom.
    	The day went by rather quickly. By the time I knew it, the day
    was over, and I was waiting outside for Mom to pick me up. (She got out
    of work early enough to pick me up from school.) During school, I got a
    bad headache, and had to sit out in Gym class. Since it was a Catholic
    school we had to change for gym. We had a dress code of Blue Pants,
    Blue/White shirt, and blue tie. When I got in the car, mom greeted me,
    and asked me the usual, "How was your day?" I said that it went ok, but
    I didn't feel good. She felt my forehead, and told me that I was a
    little warm and that when I go home to put on something warm, and rest
    a little bit.
    	When we arrived, I went straight up to my room and put on
    something warm. I sat at my desk and did my homework to completion. I
    went back downstairs to sit next to the heater and watch something on
    TV. The heat felt good on my back. The only problem was that there was
    nothing on TV. I went and sat down by the piano, and began to play. The
    newest song I was learning was Fur Elise. It was a cool song, but was
    hard to learn. I practiced that for a while then went and sat down at
    the dinner table with Mom and Dad. Dad had cooked some pasta, and
    sauce. I had my fill, then went back in the living room, and turned on
    our PlayStation. There was some racing game in there, so I sat there,
    and played it. It was exciting. I loved cars and was so amused by
    anything with an engine.
    	Around 7:30 Mom called me up to my room. She wanted me to go to
    bed early so I will feel better in the morning for school. I was upset,
    but I knew that I didn't feel good, and sleep was the best thing for
    me. My normal bed time was at 8:30, so that was really early. I tossed
    and turned all night, and didn't sleep well. I woke up, and it was
    3:00. I just sat there for about 2 hours and did nothing. I was
    coughing a lot, and I felt like I had a sore throat. Mom came into my
    room around 6 and asked me how I was feeling. I told her that I felt
    like my throat was sore. She went and got a thermometer and took my
    temp. It was 103. She told me that I was staying home from school and
    that she would take off of work. She asked me if I needed anything, and
    told me to stay in bed, and keep as warm as possible. I was tired from
    that night, and knew that I would get some rest.
    	I fell asleep quickly, and was actually comfy. I slept like a
    baby. I heard a knock at the door, and woke up. It was bright in my
    room, and I could see the snow falling. Mom came in and told me that I
    slept for 4 hours. It was 10:30. She told me that she was going to give
    me some cough medicine, which tasted bad. I took it, and mom put
    another blanket on my bed, and shut the door. I just sat there and
    dozed off. I haven't been sick in a while, bit I remember when I was
    little I would have to wear a diaper because I used to wet my bed when
    I had a cold. I hoped that I wouldn't have to do that today. Mom came
    in about 5 minutes later, and told me that she had to run to the
    grocery store and get me some chicken soup, and things we need for
    dinner. She asked me if I would feel safe being alone for 20 minutes. I
    told her that it was fine. She brought in the cordless phone, and told
    me to call her on her cell if there was a problem, or I remembered
    something I needed.
    	About 45 minutes passed, and she was not home yet. I got a little
    worried. I peeked out of my window, which was now shut so I could
    sleep, and saw a Winter Wonderland. There was a whole lot of snow, and
    I couldn't even see across the street. Everything was white. I picked
    up the phone, and called mom. She answered, and told me that she was
    running a little late and she would be home in 5 minutes. I waited
    anxiously. I wish I had a TV or something in my room so I could play
    PlayStation. I got out of bed, and went to my dresser, and grabbed my
    Gameboy and all of it's games. I went back in bed, and turned on Super
    Mario. I loved that game. A little while later, mom pulled in the
    driveway.
    	She walked into my room with some more medicine and a bag of
    something. I just got a glimpse because she put it down in front of my
    bed, and I couldn't see. She also brought up a glass of water for me to
    take the pill. I did, and then she sat on my bed, and looked serious.
    She told me that this was not a punishment, but she didn't want me to
    get out of bed, or have an accident. At that moment, I knew exactly
    what she was talking about. She pulled out a package of GoodNites
    diapers. I kind of closed my eyes, and looked away. She just said
    sorry, and kissed me on the cheek. She took the covers off, and slid
    down my pajamas. I felt like a little baby. I was just wearing my Fruit
    of the Loom Briefs. Most of the kids my age wore boxers, but I didn't
    like them so I just wore underwear. I got made fun of a little when we
    change for gym, but there are like 3 or 4 other kids who still wear
    underwear. Mom opened the package of diapers, and slid 2 on me. I was a
    little happier because these diapers were like training pants, and
    didn't strap on, they slipped on like normal underwear. Mom then slid
    my underwear back on me. She said that you couldn't notice I was
    wearing them. I knew she was Lying. She kissed me on the cheek again,
    and pulled back up my pajama pants and the sheets. She took the diapers
    and pulled all of them out, and put them in my underwear drawer. I
    asked her what should I do if I had to go #2. She told me to give her a
    call. Then she fixed the shade that I messed up, and left the room.
    	It has been a while since I can remember being in diapers. The
    last time was at least 4th grade. Last time was worse though because
    she bought me big Pampers, and made me go to school with them the next
    few days just in case. Even though I did have an accident in one of the
    diapers without knowing I went. I didn't mind the diapers though. They
    kept me warm, and I liked the fact that I wouldn't have to worry if I
    had to go to the bathroom. I continued to play my super Mario game for
    a while until it got boring. Mom brought me up some Chicken soup, and
    crackers. It felt good on my throat. She asked me if I needed new
    *Underwear*? I told her that it was ok to call them Diapers. She then
    corrected herself and said, "Do you need to change your diapers?" I
    told her no. She asked if she could check to make sure I didn't have an
    accident. I know that if I did, the diaper would get heavy, so without
    fighting, I agreed. She stuck 2 fingers down the front of my *diaper*
    and said nope…Dry. I said thank you, and ate my soup. It was good. For
    some reason, it always tastes better when your sick. I called her up to
    come and sit with me while I was eating. She came, and we just talked
    about normal stuff.
    	When I was all done, she cleared my plate, and told me to get
    some "Shut eye". I said O.K. It was nice and dark in the room, and I
    was not hungry or thirsty…What a Life. I feel asleep quick. Mom woke me
    up about an hour later at 2:00. This time she asked me "Can I see if
    your diaper is wet." I said sure. I was lying down anyway, and was half
    asleep. She said thank you and left. I assumed that it was dry. That
    medicine made me extremely tired. I was now really sleeping like a
    baby.

    CHAPTER 2
    	I woke up around 4:00, and felt the urge to go to the
    bathroom…BAD. I felt like I couldn't wait one more second. I knew that
    I would have to use these diapers sometime. I really didn't have a
    choice. As I was thinking, I already started to go to the bathroom. I
    felt the pee filling my diaper. Luckily I had the second diaper on…It
    feels like I need it. After I was done peeing, I felt like I had to
    poo. It was the uncomfortable feeling you get, the one that feels like
    someone just shot you in the stomach, when you have *Diarrhea*. I
    screamed MOM!!! She told me to hold on a sec, she was making dinner. I
    couldn't wait any longer. I stopped holding it, and let go. I started
    to poop uncontrollably. It filled the diaper quickly. When I finished,
    mom finally came up, and found me in a little bit of tears. She asked
    if I was ok. I just said that I couldn't hold it. She understood what I
    meant, and then pulled off the covers and my Pajama pants. She didn't
    know that I went #2. She took off my underwear, and then told me to
    please lay on the floor. She then told me to hang tight for a sec,
    It'll Be alright. She went up in the attic, and dug around for a minute
    or 2. She then came down, with a changing pad, powder, and rash
    ointment.
    	She laid the pad under my bottom. She apologized that she had to
    do this, but she told me that I would get a painful rash if she didn't.
    She also bought some baby wet wipes, which she used to clean up my
    bottom. She put the diapers, which were both soaked and soiled into the
    garbage in my room. She spread around the cream near my but and between
    my butt cheeks. She then applied the powder to my diaper area.. It was
    a little uncomfortable when she put it near my thingie. She reached
    into my underwear drawer, and pulled out 2 more GoodNite diapers. She
    slid both of them up on my waist, and then put my normal briefs over
    them. Then she pulled up my pajama pants, and told me to come down in
    about 20 minutes for dinner. She said that she was sorry that I had to
    go through this. She said the only reason you are wearing a diaper is
    in case you have an accident, and so you don't have to get out of bed.
    I assured her that I understood. I lie down and just thought about what
    would happen tonight, I hoped I wouldn't have an accident!
    	I went down for dinner, and sat at my spot. I assumed that dad
    knew about my diapers, because when I walked, you could hear a definite
    crinkle. Mom told me that since the kitchen floor was wood, I should
    put on some slippers, and wrap a blanket around myself. I ran into the
    other room, and grabbed a blanket. My mom ran to my room and got my
    slippers. I wrapped myself in the blanket, and sat down. If you didn't
    know that I had a diaper on, you were stupid…It was really loud, and
    having 2 diapers on, made a big bulge in my pajamas.
    	After eating, I headed over to the couch to watch TV. I did not
    feel much better, so it didn't look like I would be going to school
    tomorrow. It was a Friday anyway, so if I missed, it would not be that
    big of a deal. After about an hour of watching TV, I felt the urge to
    go to the bathroom. I only had to go #1, and I knew that mom would make
    me go #1 in these anyways. I tried to let it go, but I couldn't go to
    the bathroom in the diaper. It was hard to go. I relaxed for a while,
    and completely ignored the urge to go. Finally I started to pee. It was
    not a lot, just a little, so I didn't bother to ask for a change.
    Sitting in the diaper felt kind of babyish, but I didn't mind. (Even if
    you don't need diapers, I still recommend them if you are going to
    watch a long movie that you don't want to miss, or go on a long trip
    with no brake.)
    	I watched some more TV until it was 8:00. Mom and Dad sat down on
    the other couch, and watched a movie with me. A little while later, mo
    told me that I wouldn't have to go to school tomorrow, but I would
    still have to go to sleep early. I said OK, and went up to my bed.
    Since the diaper was wet, every time I took a stride, the crinkle was
    louder. Mom and Dad followed me up to my bed, and both kissed me good
    night. Mom left to go catch up on some papers for her work. She worked
    in a doctors office as the secretary. Dad was just sitting with me, and
    asked me how I felt. I told him that I felt a little bit better than
    when I woke up this morning. He said that he will go and get my
    medicine.
    	He came back with a teaspoon of Children's Advil. I took it, and
    said good night. He asked me if he could check my diaper. He was not
    sure how to do it, so he made me stand up, and pulled my pants and
    underwear down. He pulled the back of the diaper to see if there was
    anything. He said nope, your dry. I corrected him, and told him that I
    wet earlier, but you couldn't tell. I pulled down the second diaper,
    and told him to stick his 2 fingers down the front. He did, and told me
    to then lie down on the floor for a change. I told him that I really
    didn't need one, and that the diapers I had on now would last me
    through the night. He agreed, and told me that it was ok as long as I
    put on one more diaper because he didn't want me to leak if I had an
    accident. I pulled up the second diaper, and opened my drawer, and took
    another one out. My dad didn't expect this, but I lie down on the
    floor, and just waited. It took him a second to realize that I wanted
    him to put it on me. He pulled the third diaper up, and then went to
    get my underwear. He told me that he was going to put a clean pair on
    me because the one's I had on smelled, and were dirty. After he did
    that, he also got new pajama pants and slid those on me. When he was
    all done, he helped me up, and gave me a pat on the diapers and helped
    me get into bed. When I took the 2 steps it took to get to my bed, I
    could feel a huge difference with the bulge between my legs. It was
    even harder to walk without waddling.
    	I went to bed, and Dad turned off the light and kissed me good
    night. I drifted off to sleep hoping that I would not have a
    uncontrolled accident.

    Chapter 3
    	It was about 3:30 in the morning when I woke up. I didn't even
    check to see if I was wet, I just ran to the toilet. I knelt down, and
    pulled up the seat. I started to puke. It felt weird. Dad came running
    in, and asked me if I was ok. Not that anyone is not ok when they throw
    up, it was just that I was gagging and coughing a lot. I shook my head,
    and threw up some more. After about 5 minuets, I was done, and my whole
    body was trembling. He asked me if I felt any better now. I told him
    that I did, but could not stop shaking. He told me to go to my bed to
    warm up. He flushed the toilet, and came into my room. He went to the
    other side of my bed, and hoped in. I didn't mind. I was still at the
    age where once in a while you slept in your parents bed. My dad just
    told me that he would lay with me until I fell asleep. He started to
    rub my back to get me warm. I was shaking a little bit, but feeling a
    whole lot better. A slight while later, I fell asleep.
    	I woke up at 9:00, and sat in bed a little while before I called
    my Mom. She came up, and brought me some more medicine. She checked my
    diapers, and told me that I was wet. I was shocked. I told her that I
    was last night too. She then interrupted, and said Dad didn't change
    you. I told her that he did, but I only wet a little, so he just put
    another diaper on me. Mom said, "So you have 3 diapers on?" I said yah.
    Still in bed, she pulled the covers away, and took down my pajamas and
    underwear. She pulled the third diaper away, and observed the second.
    It was dry, so she pulled down the second to reveal the first. It was
    not dry, but I told mom that I would keep these 3 diapers on until they
    really needed changing, since we only had about 5 or 6 left. She said
    "thanks for being a good kid." She put back on the diapers, briefs, and
    Pajamas, and asked me if I wanted to go downstairs to eat breakfast and
    play PlayStation. I said sure. I asked her if I could put normal
    clothes on so I didn't have to sit there with a blanket. I could have
    done it myself, but she took off my pajamas and slid the normal pants
    up for me.
    	I went downstairs in my slippers, and ate some eggs and bacon
    that my mom prepared for me. When I was done I went and sat down on the
    couch and played the same racing game as I did the day before. Mom sat
    down with me for a while, and we just talked. She then asked me if it
    would be ok if she ran to some stores to pick up some things. I asked
    her if she would go to Blockbuster and rent a video game for me. She
    said that because of this diaper thing, and I am cooperating with it,
    that she would treat me. I told her that I wanted this cool new game
    where you get to race motorcycles and cars. I loved racing games!
    	In the mean time, I sat on the couch, and continued to play my
    game. When that got boring, I watched some TV, and got some milk to
    drink. A little while had gone by until I had to go #2. I really didn't
    want to get up, and plus I knew that even though mom said to call me
    when I had to go, she was just going to say that it was ok to go in the
    diapers. I started to poo, but this time is was not diarrhea, it was
    normal poop. It was a little harder to poop this time, so I had to go
    on all fours on the couch to get it out. I kind of liked the feeling of
    pooping in my diapers. I never had to get up anymore to use the
    bathroom. Once I was done with my huge load, I sat back down, and
    continued to play my game. I could feel my diapers expand a lot with
    the poopies in there. I also felt the warm pee fill my diaper, and
    probably the second one.
    	Mom got back, and handed me my game. I thanked her, and inserted
    it in the PlayStation. It was such a cool game. The cars in the game
    went super fast, and looked more real. After about an hour of playing
    my game, mom came in and told me to shut the game down because I had to
    go and take a nap. 4 hours had gone by, so Mom gave me my medication
    again. It made me drowsy anyway, so a nap would do me just fine. I
    waddled up to my bedroom, and hopped in bed. Mom asked me if I needed a
    change, and although I didn't, I told her that I was fine. I fell
    asleep in my poopy diaper a little while later after me and mom talked.
    	I woke up a while later at 6:30. I heard mom and dad talking
    downstairs. They were saying how I was being good in my diapers, and
    have not been complaining at all. Dad said that I think he is doing
    this because he is embarrassed that he is in diapers in front of us.
    Mom agreed, but said that I think he likes it. Although I heard all of
    this, I didn't mind much. Dad also said that we should see what happens
    if Mark had to sit there in just his diapers so he might be embarrassed
    if he wet them, and then we could find out the real reason. Mom agreed,
    and told dad that she would do it right before my bedtime. If I had to
    stay in diapers, that would be cool. After all, I'll never have to
    search for a bathroom if I'm somewhere, or never have to stop what I'm
    doing to go to the bathroom.
    	I liked the idea of just going in my diaper. At that time, I felt
    a stomach ache coming on again. I didn't mind---I HAVE DIAPERS!!!!! I
    knew I would have diarrhea again, but I would just pretend to be
    sleeping, and have my mom come up and change me later. I lay back down
    on my back, and started to poop in my already soiled diapers. I felt
    the diapers start to fill, and decided to stop before I leaked. I
    couldn't!!! I held as hard as I could, but it did not stop coming out.
    There was so much poop in my diapers. I knew that if I called mom at
    this moment, she would know that I heard her, and talk to me about it.
    I knew that the only way to go was to go back to sleep. There was so
    much poopies in my diapers, and I was starting to get irritated because
    I couldn't wipe, and it was just an unusual feeling. Before I went to
    sleep, I decided to check and make sure that my diapers weren't
    leaking. I quietly stood up, and pulled down my pants and underwear. I
    closed my door, and turned on my light. I stood in front of the mirror,
    and examined my third diaper. I saw no sign, so I pulled that one down.
    The second diaper was a completely different story. It was all yellow
    from all the times I peed. I felt it, and it didn't feel like it was
    about to leak, so I figured I was good with the third diaper on. With
    only the 2 diapers on, I turned around, and bent over. The back of the
    second diaper was brown. The poop leaked to the second diaper. I
    quickly pulled up the third, then examined for any spots where it might
    leak. Finding none, I pulled up my underwear and pants, and hopped in
    bed and forced myself to fall asleep.
    	I was awoken by my Dad telling me that dinner was ready. I said
    ok. This time, without asking, he removed the covers, and pulled down
    my pants and briefs. He said "You Soaked, and asked me to lie down on
    the changing pad on the floor." I knew that I was more than that. I
    looked down at the third diaper, and it was all yellow. I must have wet
    my pants while I was sleeping, because I knew that the third diaper was
    fine last time I checked it. I didn't want my dad to take it as a
    surprise that he would find his son in soiled diapers, so I told him
    straight out that I had a stomach ache, so I went poop right in my
    diapers. I said that I didn't want to get out of bed because I was
    really comfortable, and wanted to feel better. He ripped the sides of
    the third GoodNite diaper, and put it in the pail next to him. He
    ripped the side off the third diaper. I saw the shock on his face. He
    put that one in the garbage, and then told me to lift my legs up so he
    could wipe my bottom. He ripped the sides off the last diaper, then I
    lifted my legs like a little baby's diaper change. The smell was
    terrible. He wiped my butt with what was left of the diaper, then got
    out the wet baby rags, and cleaned me down. He told me that I should
    jump in the shower and get cleaned off, then call him when I was done.
    	He started the shower for me, and got me a towel. He said give me
    a call when you are all washed up. In the mean time, he went downstairs
    and told mom about what I did. He told her that Mark said that he was
    sleeping, and didn't want to get up, so he just went poop in his
    diaper. Mom said that he did that earlier too. Dad then said that the
    amount of poop and diarrhea in his diaper was not only 1 bowel
    movement. He said that mark's pee soaked through 3 diapers. That is a
    lot of pee, he exclaimed. Mom said that if he is going to do this, then
    I will have to go out and get him some more diapers.
    	Without knowing what was said, I called dad up. He came into the
    bathroom, and helped me dry my body up. Naked, he told me to go and lie
    down on the changing pad. He went downstairs, and got my mom and
    brought her up. She asked me why I didn't have her change my diaper
    when it was full. I just made up a quick lie, and told her that I
    didn't feel good, and I just wanted to sleep. She asked me if I meant
    to poop in my diapers. I couldn't lie, so I told her that I meant to
    poop in them, but the reason that the third diaper was wet was an
    accident when I was sleeping. She just shook her head, and told me that
    she would be right back.
    	Dad grabbed 3 diapers and slid them up on me. He said that even
    though tomorrow is Saturday, I would still have to stay in diapers
    because I was sick. He also said that he was not going to put any
    briefs on because they just got in the way during changes, and were
    pointless if I had diapers on. I pretended that I was mad, and wanted
    to get out of them, but didn't make too big of a fuss. I really wanted
    the diapers. He got me out pajama pants, and slid them up my waist.
    These pajamas were from 2 years ago, and they were a flannel white. Dad
    left the room, and told me to come down for dinner. I did not leave
    right away. I checked myself out in the mirror once again. The three
    GoodNites made such a bulge, and because the pajamas were white, you
    could basically see through them. GoodNites diapers that I had on have
    a "tag" in the back that is red. That tag is completely visible through
    these pajamas.
    By the time I went downstairs my mom had returned from who knows where,
    and went up in her room and put the bags away. I ate my chicken
    fingers, and then sat down and watched TV. Once again, mom was catching
    up on the paperwork that she missed today. Dad had to go to the
    bathroom so, he was in there. (If only he had Diapers!!!) I was playing
    the game that mom rented me. Just as I finished one of the races, the
    door rang. Mom asked me if I could go and get it. I went and opened the
    door, and she was carrying a clear plastic bags with books in it. She
    told me that she was the parent of one of the kids in my class, and she
    came and brought me my homework, and books. Mom came to the door, and
    talked to her. She then told me to go and relax on the couch because I
    was sick as it is, and with the door open, it couldn't help. As I
    waddled away, the crinkle was loud, and the parent at the door
    Definitely took notice that I had diapers on. While I was racing, I
    heard the parent ask my mom if I had diapers on. I was preying that mom
    would say no, but with my luck, she said yes. She told the parent that
    when he is sick he has to wear diapers because he has accidents, and
    needs to stay warm in bed, and that going to the toilet might make him
    sicker. The mother agreed to this, and told Mom that her oldest son of
    13 was also in diapers at night. Mom was interested, and asked what
    kind he wore. The mother went on to explain that her child was too big
    for Pull-Ups or GoodNites so she had to buy adult diapers, and change
    him into them every night. Mom told her that I just wore GoodNites! Mom
    called me over and told me that her son also wore diapers. I asked what
    her son's name was. She said Bernard Jordan. He is in the 8th grade. I
    said that I have heard of him before.
    	Mom told me if I would mind if she saw my diapers. Without
    letting me answer, she pulled my pants down and showed her the
    GoodNites. Bernard's mother examined them, and asked if she could see
    the back. With my face beat red, I turned around. She started to feel
    the back of the diaper, and told my mom that these diapers wouldn't
    hold a lot, and should be careful, and watch for leaks. Mom told her
    how I pooped in it 2 times and it held it. As quick as I could, I
    pulled my pants back up, and went and sat back down on the couch. I
    wasn't sure if I should be embarrassed, but I was just a little. I
    liked people seeing me in diapers. The Mother was just telling mom
    about a diaper brand that would be good for me that are better than
    GoodNites, but had 2 tapes instead of the pull-on type. Mom said that
    those would be a good idea, because I didn't put them on by myself
    anyway. The mother added that they had a wetness indicator from the
    front to the back of the diaper to know when it is wet or soiled. Mom
    thanked her for bringing my homework over, and the diaper advice, and
    closed the door. During that time, I had peed in my diapers. That was
    pee that was built up from dinner, and I felt it soak through the
    second diaper.
    	Mom came in, and sat down next to me. She told me that the
    pajamas did not look warm enough, so she was going to get me warmer
    ones. She took those off me, so I was just sitting there in my White
    GoodNites Diapers. She came back 5 minutes later, and told me that she
    threw the pajamas in the wash, and that I didn't have any clean ones,
    and I would have to hang tight in just my diapers for a while. I just
    said ok, and continued my game.
    	It was an hour later, and I still didn't have my pajama pants.
    Mom said that they were just going in the dryer, and that I could just
    wear my diapers to bed, and put the pajamas on in the morning when I
    get changed. Mom then told me that it was time to go to bed in 15
    minutes. A short period after, I stumbled up to my room, crinkling
    every step. Mom was upstairs in her room typing something on the
    computer, and came in my room. She said that she was going to change
    me. I automatically went on the floor, and spread my legs. Mom took my
    diapers off until she came to the soaked one. To my surprise, the
    second diaper was not wet. She put the wet diaper in the bin. I noticed
    that the garbage that I used to have in my room was removed, and a
    diaper genie was replaced. Mom said she bought it so my soiled diapers
    wouldn't smell up my room. She pulled on the 2 clean diapers that I had
    on, and then grabbed a 2 diapers out of the drawer. It took me a sec,
    but I noticed that I had 2 diapers on from before, and she just slid 2
    more diapers up. I had a total of 4 diapers on. I asked why I had 4
    diapers on. She told me that if I pooped like I did this morning that I
    might need them. She also added that from now on, I would get changed
    weather I liked it or not. I said ok, and she put me in bed. As I moved
    around the whole bed crinkled. She told me that she put a plastic pad
    on the bed so incase my diapers leaked it wouldn't ruin the mattress.
    	I fell asleep a little while later, in 4 clean diapers. I slept
    good that night, mainly because I was not that sick, and I knew that
    the way it was looking, I would not be wearing underwear anytime soon.
    My plan is to keep wetting and messing my diaper, and when/if mom and
    Dad take them away from me, then I will just keep wetting, and
    hopefully get them back. With that thought in Mind, I fell asleep.
    	I woke up early Saturday morning. My diaper was wet, but I took
    no notice at that because I was looking to mess my diapers. Mom and Dad
    were still sleeping, so I went downstairs, and played my video game. It
    was only 7:45, and I knew that my parents would be in bed for a while
    because it was their day off. I went into the kitchen, and put 2 Pop-
    Tarts in the toaster. When those were done, I grabbed a glass of milk,
    and ate breakfast. After that, I went back to playing my game. I sat
    there for an hour, and just waited to see what mom would do about
    changing my diaper. She said that she would change it whenever she
    wanted which means I might sit in soiled diapers for a while. I didn't
    care much. I barely felt the need to poo, but I pushed as hard as I can
    to go. It just didn't work. I stood up, and squatted down and pushed as
    hard as I could. My face was so red, but finally I started to soil my
    diapers. Slowly but surely, my diapers were dirty. I did not go a full
    load, but it was something. I remembered that my mom used to use this
    medicine that was mixed with water that softened your bowels, and made
    you go #2. I went into the kitchen, and searched the drawers. I found
    this bottle with powder inside. I was not about to do something that I
    might regret, so I read the whole bottle to make sure it was the right
    stuff. On the side, it said that it softened stool for easier bowel
    movement. I took out a teaspoon, and a glass with water, and mixed 3 or
    4 teaspoons even though it said to put only 2 or 3 in. I stirred it up,
    and drank it with almost one gulp. I made sure to clear all of the
    evidence.
    	The game got boring after a while, so I watched Nickelodeon.
    There was some good shows on, but not many. Sitting here in just my
    diapers made me a little cold, so I went down in the basement to the
    dryer, and found one of my Pajama Pants. Quickly I slipped them on over
    my 4 thick GoodNite diapers, and put the rest of the clothes in a
    basket, and brought it upstairs. I wasn't in the mood for watching TV
    anymore, so I decided to go back to my bed, and play Game Boy. As I sat
    on my bed, I was reminded of my plastic bed pad as it crinkled when I
    sat down. I started up Super Mario, and began to play it. That game is
    addicting. I played for a while, and got bored with it. I was not
    easily kept amused. Soon after I turned the game off, I felt the need
    to go to the bathroom. I got on all fours, with every move I made
    crinkling the plastic sheets, and started to push. That medicine that I
    took gave me bad diarrhea. I had so much. It filled my diapers quickly.
    I also peed a lot. My diapers were extremely heavy. Plus I had the
    half-load from earlier.
    	I sat in my soiled diapers, and just closed my eyes. It then
    occurred to me that I might not have any diapers left. Mom put 2 on me
    last night to make a total of 4. To my records I should have none left.
    I opened my drawer, and only saw my underwear and socks. No Diapers! I
    was interested in what would happen when mom went to change me out of
    these. I decided to go into Mom and Dad's room and see if they were
    still sleeping. Our computer was in their room, and I wanted to go
    online. They both were sleeping, so I hopped in between them, and got
    under the covers. For some reason, their bed was so much more
    comfortable than mine. I fell to sleep, all nice and cozy. I fell
    asleep soon after. I liked their bed because I didn't hear the crinkle
    of the plastic. I did not wake until some time later. They were both
    out of bed, and downstairs. I hopped out of the bed, and turned on the
    computer. I sat down at the computer, and got a shock. My diapers felt
    way more heavier than I left them. They were so big, I could barely
    walk. My legs could come no where near close together. I signed online,
    and started to read my mailbox. I noticed that I got some mail from
    kids at school. Most of them were my friends who were wondering how I
    was feeling. I got one e-mail from this screen name that I didn't
    recognize. I opened it up, hoping it was not a virus.
    	The letter was from Bernard Jordan. The kid that his mother came
    over and talked to my mom about diapers. The letter read:

    Dear Mark,

    	How are you? This is Bernard from school. I am in 8th grade. My
    mom told me last night that you wear diapers too. I have worn diapers
    for a while. I hear you wear GoodNites Diapers. I wear Attends Medium.
    My mom has to change me every night, and every morning. I was just e-
    mailing you to ask if sometime we could hang out, and maybe sleep over.
    It would be cool, because I don't have to hide my diapers from you.
    Well, I'll say hi to you in the hall sometime. See You Later!!
    						Sincerely,
    						Bernard Jordan

    	I was somewhat surprised by the letter. Why would an 8th grader
    want to sleep over the house of a 6th graders? I thought it was cool
    that he actually wore diapers that have tapes and are not annoying slip
    on. I e-mailed him back, and explained to him that I only had to wear
    diapers when I was sick, but would like to wear them all the time If I
    could. I told him that it might be cool if he slept over some time. I
    also told him that even if I wasn't sick, he should bring some extra
    diapers so I could wear them. I then concluded the letter by saying how
    I will talk to him in school.
    	Mom came up a while later to catch me on Google searching various
    diaper web pages. She said, Ohh, you are looking at diapers. I told her
    that I was looking for diapers that are better than GoodNites, so the
    next time I am sick we could buy better diapers. She said "Oh so you
    like the diapers?" I told her that I didn't mind them for when I am
    sick, so I don't have to get out of bed, but (Lie) I would not like to
    wear them all the time. Without saying anything, mom just shook her
    head, and walked out of the room. I thought she came in to give me a
    change. She called me downstairs a little while later to take my
    temperature. It was still a little high, 99. She reminded me that my
    Piano teacher would be here in an hour, and that I should practice
    before she comes. Silently, I said SHIT!!!!! I forgot that my piano
    teacher comes over on Saturday. I hoped mom would have me out of these
    diapers soon. To be honest, I liked people seeing me in my diapers, but
    not when they are all soiled.
    	I sat down at the piano, and started to practice Fur Elise. Mom
    interrupted me after the second time through, and told me to go and lay
    down in my room on the changing pad. I just thanked God. I waddled
    upstairs, with my poop squishing between my legs every step I took. I
    was happy that I was going to be out of my diapers...or at least in
    clean diapers. Mom came up, and found me, with my pajamas down already,
    laying there in just my diapers. She got kind of mad, and told me that
    she told me once that she was going to change me whenever she did. I
    asked what was wrong, and she told me to get up. I did, and she pulled
    my pajamas back up, and then told me to lay down.
    	This time, without pulling my pants down, I did. She then took
    them off, and observed the diapers. She pulled down to my legs the
    fourth and third. They were all clean and dry. She then turned me onto
    my stomach and observed the back of the 2 diapers. They were brown, and
    yellow, which obviously meant they were soiled. Mom said that I would
    be good for a while, and then pulled back up the 2 diapers, and
    pajamas. I complained, so you are not going to change me. I did poop in
    these diapers. Mom just said, I Know, but you still have 2 diapers to
    leak through until you will really *need* a change. I just hung my head
    low, and started to cry softly. I didn't mind wearing the diapers, even
    soiled diapers, but just not in front of my piano teacher. I told her
    what if the poo leaked out of the top or sides. She thanked me, and
    then told me not to move, and she'll be right back. She went into her
    room, and came back with a bag. One of the bags that she brought home
    last night. She opened it, and pulled out what looked like clear
    underwear with elastic sides. She told me that these were rubber pants,
    just like the pad on the bed. She said that it would go over the
    diapers, and prevent anything from getting out. She also pulled out
    some more baby powder, baby oil, and rash cream. That was interesting
    because I had no more diapers left. Mom then slid the rubber pants over
    my 4, still soiled diapers. Without putting the pajama pants back on,
    she grabbed a pair of normal sweat pants. When she was all done with
    me, I checked myself out in the mirror. The diapers were thick by
    themselves, and with 2 soilings , and wettings, the diapers swelled a
    lot.
    	The rest of the day was alright. My piano teacher came, and asked
    little about why I was wearing diapers, and just ignored the fact. The
    diapers were now 10X more loud with the plastic pants. When she was
    done teaching, mom paid her, and she was on her way. During my lesson,
    I wet the diapers once more. I wondered how long it would take until I
    would get out of these diapers. I knew that I would have to wet through
    all 4 of them. While dad was in the shower, and mom was drying her
    hair, I ran, no Waddled into the kitchen and made myself another drink
    of that stuff. I also knew that we had laxatives somewhere, so I
    searched the kitchen for that drawer. Finally I found some, and once
    again made sure I was taking the right things. It called for 2 tablets.
    I took 3, and I used the drink to swallow them. I knew my diapers would
    have to be changed. As much as I liked the condition they are in, I
    didn't want to be in diapers when I go to church, or if Joe came over.
    	Mom came down, and asked me what I wanted for lunch. I asked her
    if she would make me some grilled cheese. She started to get the
    necessary things, and started to make the Grilled Cheese. She asked me
    how many I wanted. I told her 2. I normally only ate 1, but I wanted to
    fill these diapers to the maximum. She made them for me, and I ate them
    quick, even though I knew I was full after the first one. During that
    time, I drank so many glasses of water, I lost count. I constantly
    drank water. I felt like I was about to explode. After Mom cleared the
    table, she told me that it was time for me to go and take a nap. It was
    only 1:00, and I wasn't tired, but laying down would feel good right
    about now. She took me up to bed, and then tucked me in. She pulled
    down my shades so it was nice and warm. I hated the crinkle of the
    plastic. I had 2 things that crinkled. It was hard to fall asleep
    because it was the middle of the day, and I was ready to *waddle* a
    mile if I had to. I thought about what it would be like to be a baby
    again. I put my thumb in my mouth and began to suck on it, and fell
    asleep.
    	I woke up 10 minutes later with an extreme pain in my stomach. I
    knew that the medicine would take it's toll. Before I knew it, poop was
    pouring out into my diaper. I had to get up out of bed, and squat down
    I didn't push at all. It burned like HELL though. I started to cry like
    a little baby. It took literally 5 minutes to finish my movement. I
    peed and pooped so much. I was crying so hard because my ass burned
    like someone held a match up to it. Immediately I pulled down my pants,
    and went in front of the mirror to examine my diaper's condition. The
    front of the fourth diaper was all yellow. I bend down, and looked at
    the back of the diaper through my legs, and noticed that the pee had
    spread up to the back also. Coming out of the top of the diaper was a
    lot of brown stuff. I thanked god that I had the rubber pants on. If I
    didn't, my shirt would be filled with poopies. By this time, I stopped
    crying a little, and went to go downstairs. I pulled my pants back up
    so mom didn't know I was checking out my diapers. I went downstairs,
    and found Dad. I forced myself to cry a little. He asked what was
    wrong. I told him that I had a big accident. He asked me if I wanted to
    be changed. I shouldn't have said this, but I told him that mom said I
    would only be changed when she wanted to. Dad said ok then, go sit on
    the couch. Before he sent me over to the couch, he wanted to see the
    condition of my diapers. He pulled down my pants, and almost cringed.
    He looked at the back of my diapers, and told me that they were going
    to explode if I waited any longer. It was at that time that mom came
    down, and told dad to pull my pants back up. I made sure that mom got a
    clear view of my soiled bottom. Mom told me and dad that no matter how
    bad the condition of my diapers are, that she will change them whenever
    she feels like. Mom then told me to go and lay on the couch.
    	She took my temp again, and it was a normal 98. She asked me if I
    was feeling any better. I told her that I felt fine. She told me to lay
    on my stomach. She put me over her knee, and gave me 2 hard whacks on
    my diapered bottom. They didn't hurt much, but with all the poop in
    there, it made it squish around everywhere. She then carried me like a
    baby up to my room, not letting my walk by myself. She put me on the
    floor, and took off my pants. She went into her room, and grabbed 2
    more bags. The bags had 5 packages of diapers in them. There were 2
    packages of GoodNites, each containing 22 diapers. The other pack had 3
    of the kind Bernard wears, Attends. She told me that I would wear
    GoodNites during the day and at school, and when I came home, Attends
    until the morning. I was fine with that. It was what I wanted.
    	She took one pack of GoodNites, and one Attends, and put all of
    the diapers in my drawer keeping one attend out. She took off my rubber
    pants, and carefully put the changing pad under me. She slipped the
    attends diaper under my 4 already soiled diapers, and taped it up
    tight. The diapers top rose way past the GoodNites, so there was no
    worry about it leaking from the top. Not only that, but these diapers
    are extremely thick. My legs were held apart so far. She got out a new
    pair of rubber pants and slid those over the diaper. She threw the
    soiled plastic pants in a new basket that was placed next to the diaper
    genie.
    	She put me in bed, and then kissed me good night. Before she
    left, I asked her how much longer I would have to wear diapers. She
    said at least until these diapers that she bought are gone, and until
    she thinks that I am responsible enough to wear big boy underwear. She
    told me that I would be wearing GoodNites at school only because I
    would not fit into my pants with attends, and she didn't want to buy me
    new pants. Whenever I was at home, or on the weekends I would be in
    Attends. I also asked her when I would be changed out of this poopy
    diaper that I have had on for a day. She told me that since today was
    the first day with the new diapers, she will change me tomorrow. She
    kissed me again, and then left my room.
    	Before I wet my diaper once more, I sat there and realized that
    what she did was not fair, but I liked diapers so much that I just
    didn't care. I drifted off to sleep on my stomach, because I could not
    find another way to sleep with this massive diaper with a massive load.
    	The next morning, I woke up to the smell of bagels and coffee. I
    tried to get out of bed, but could not manage to walk with these
    diapers on. I started to crawl to the stairs, and slowly crawl down
    them without falling. I crawled into the kitchen where mom and dad were
    sitting down eating. They both looked me completely normal, and asked
    me how I slept. From the floor, I said that I slept good. Mom told me
    that I could use a change soon. I managed to get up and sit in the
    chair and eat breakfast. After that, I crawled onto the couch where I
    watched TV. I felt another bowel movement coming on. I got on all
    fours, and pushed. It slowly came out, as I peed. It was just after I
    was done that Dad came in, and told me to go upstairs to get my diapers
    changed.
    	Dad first laid the changing pad under my bottom, and then pulled
    off the plastic pants, that were perfectly clean. He undid the Attends
    diaper, which was soaked from the pee that leaked through. Before he
    dove into the diapers that I have worn for more than a day, he took out
    2 Attends, and sat them next to me. He also grabbed the rash lotion and
    powder. After everything was ready, he continued to take the diapers
    off. He just took all of the diapers off until he got to the first one.
    He threw the rest in the genie, and then took off the last one. There
    was so much poopies and peepies in it. He wiped me down until
    everything was cleared. It felt good having nothing between my legs. He
    started the bath, and told me to get in it. The tub filled, and I sat
    there in it. Dad first got a washcloth and a bar of soap, and cleaned
    my diaper area, which was extremely RED from sitting in poop for a day.
    He washed it good, and then told me that I could wash my hair myself,
    and play for 15 minutes. I played with the water, and enjoyed the bath
    until he came up about 10 minutes later and asked me if I was done.
    	He got me out, and dried me all off. He laid me on the changing
    pad, which was now wiped clean of the poop that was on it from my
    diapers. He got out the cream, and powder. My diaper area was really
    irritated, but it felt good when he spread the cream around it. He
    loaded me with powder, and then unfolded the first Attend diaper. He
    lifted my legs up, and slid the diaper under me. He brought up the
    front through my legs, and tightly taped the sides. He did the same for
    the next one, and slipped on the plastic pants. Boy did it feel good to
    be in a new diaper. He lifted me up, and told me that Grandma and Papa
    are coming over in a little while. He grabbed a pair of sweat pants
    from my drawer, and put them on me. My diapers were visible through
    them. The attends were a little big on me, so there was a lot sticking
    up out of my pants.
    	When he told me I could leave now, I could actually walk. It was
    defiantly a waddle, but I managed. I went into their room, and started
    up the computer. I signed on-line, and started to look around for
    diaper pages. I noticed that I got an e-mail back from Bernard. He just
    told me that it was cool that I wore diapers now, and just talked about
    school. I went on a lot of diaper pages. When I was searching Google, I
    found some adult diaper sites. I read a couple of them, and they talked
    about Adults that wear diapers for fun, and use pacifiers and bottles,
    and have a mommy to change them. There were also pages about kids my
    age who grew out of baby diapers that were put back into diapers, and
    pacifiers and bottles. Some of them even had to sleep in a crib. It was
    about that time that mom came in and looked at the page that I was
    viewing. She asked me if I wanted to sleep in a crib and drink out of a
    bottle. I told he un…no. She just said-Good. She then went on a attends
    webpage. It showed all of their kinds of diapers. A while later, after
    searching for some more diapers, and baby products, she signed off.
    	I went downstairs, and asked Dad when Grandma and Papa were going
    to be coming over. Before he could say "any second now", the doorbell
    rang. They both walked in, and greeted me. They asked how their
    grandson was. I said Fine. Papa lifted me up, and swung me around,
    giving everyone a perfect view of the top of my diaper. When he noticed
    that his 11 year old Grandson was wearing a diaper, he put me down. Dad
    was there so he explained everything. He didn't tell him that I was in
    diapers for a long time, he just said that "Mark has accidents when
    he's sick, so we put him in diapers so he doesn't ruin any of his
    clothes." Grandma said that that was a good Idea, and asked if she
    could see my diapers. Dad said sure, and walked me over in front of the
    couch where Grandma And Papa sat down, and dad lay me down at their
    feet in a changing position. He pulled down my pants, and took them
    off. Dad said that I could walk around like this for a while. I hopped
    up and sat between them. Grandma was fascinated. She asked me if I
    minded being in diapers. I told her that I like it a little because I
    never had to worry about stopping something to go to the bathroom. She
    told me something that I didn't know. She said that when dad was
    younger, he wet the bed until he was 5 or 6. I asked if he wore
    diapers. She said that he wore them everywhere, he also wet his pants
    during the day. I called dad over here, and asked him if it was true.
    He said yes. That is why he didn't mind changing me when I was messy…he
    knew how it feels. I asked grandma if he had to do #2 in them. She said
    that he was just like a little baby. He did everything in them. I asked
    her how she got him Potty-Trained. She said that she bought pull-ups
    and big boy underwear. She made him wear the pull-ups until he could go
    to the bathroom without having an accident. When he was able to he wore
    the underwear. As a matter of fact, she said, I might have the diapers
    that he didn't use up in the attic at my house. She said that she would
    check when she went home. I said Thanks.
    	We talked for a while more about diapers and stuff, and then
    watched TV. A while later dinner was ready, and we ate together. We had
    Mom's home-made pizza. It was awesome. After that, all of us went and
    sat over on the couch. As we were talking, I felt the need to *go*. I
    told everyone that I would be right back. I went up to my room, and
    squatted down. I started to pee, then the poop slid out. It filled my
    diaper, but not as much as the GoodNites. These diapers are made for
    big messes. The GoodNites were only meant for peepies. I pooped a lot.
    It must have been the pizza. Sauce always gives me a stomach ache. When
    I went back downstairs, grandma asked me if I needed a change. I asked
    her what she meant. She told me that she smelled poop. I told her that
    I just went poopies. She asked me if she could change me. I told her
    that I had 2 diapers on, and Attends could hold a lot. She just said
    Ok, and told me to tell her when I want a change. Mom butted in, and
    said that he is not to be changed when he asks. Mom said that if he is
    going to poop in his diapers, he will wait until both diapers are used.
    They cost a lot of money. Grandma just said ok, but can I change him
    sometime. Mom then said, "Oh, you can change him whenever you want to,
    but if he asks you to change him, don't." Grandma just agreed, and
    picked me up. She sat me on her lap like you would if you were rocking
    a little baby to sleep. That is exactly what she did. She rocked me,
    and rocked me until I fell asleep. I woke up a while later with Grandma
    on the other couch, and me on the big couch alone. I had pajama pants
    on though. Asked her if she would read a book to me. She said sure, and
    told me to go get one.
    	As I left the living room to go up to my room, I saw her purse
    sitting there. If you ask me, it was quite big for a purse. I was just
    curious of what she had in it, so I grabbed it, and went up in my room.
    When I got up there, I closed my door and unzipped her purse. I just
    found a wallet, and some spare change. There was another hidden type
    pocket in there so I unzipped it. What I found was amazing. She had 3
    diapers of adult size. One was GoodNites, and the other was a type that
    someone had to change you into. It was big compared to the GoodNite. It
    then occurred to me that older people loose control of their blatter
    and bowel control. It looked like a attends. It was huge on me, I
    figured that it was papa's. My goal for tonight was now to see their
    diapers. I put them back, and then picked out a book.
    	I ran downstairs, and put her purse back in the same place I
    found it. I ran into the other room, and jumped on her lap. I handed
    her the book. She told me that she would be right back, she just had to
    use that bathroom. I wanted so bad to say that you could just go in the
    diaper you are wearing. She grabbed her purse, and went into the
    bathroom. She came back 5 minutes later, and told me that she felt
    better now. When she left, she put the book on the floor. She had kaki
    pants on, so they were basically see-through. When she bent down to get
    the book, I saw through her pants that there was a thick pad under
    there. It was defiantly her diaper. She read the book to me for a
    while, and then we watched TV. She put me in her lap, and started
    rubbing my hair. It felt so good. I was completely in a daze and fell
    asleep. When I woke up, she was still rubbing my hair. I was so
    surprised. I asked grandma, and she just said that I can go back to
    sleep if I wanted to. Feeling better, I asked her if she minded if I
    went to the bathroom, and she said no. I pushed as hard as I could, but
    could not go. . Grandma spread open my legs, and told me to hold my
    breath and push. I did, and poop started to spill out into my thickly
    padded diapers, again. When I was done, Grandma told me that it was
    time to go up, and get a diaper change.
    	We went upstairs, and she got out the changing pad. She put me on
    top of it, and took off my diapers. I was really messy. Carefully, she
    wiped my bottom, and spread ointment around my butt, and privates. She
    got out 2 more attends, and slid them under me. She taped them up real
    tight. I knew she had experience at this. She taped the second one, and
    then slid on my plastic pants. She said thanks for being a good boy,
    and helped me up. I went back downstairs, and curled up on the couch.
    	Both grandma and papa came up to me, and kissed me goodbye, each
    patting me on my bottom. When papa bent over to grab Grandma's purse,
    his shirt lifted up. I saw the top of his diaper. There was like 3
    inches sticking out. I was so excited that I was not the only one in
    diapers. It was 8:00, and I knew I was going to have to go to bed soon.
    I turned off the TV, and went up. I was tired anyways, so I hopped in
    bed, and fell asleep. I was not awoken until the morning when mom was
    changing my wet diaper in my bed. I had school today, so I'm sure that
    was the reason why I had an accident. I asked her if I had to wear
    diapers to school. She just said "Remember what I told you." From what
    I remember, I would have to wear GoodNites at school, but when I got
    home be put into attends. Mom said yep. She wiped me down, and went to
    my underwear which was now a diaper drawer, and pulled out 2 GoodNites
    diapers. She slid them on me. She went to my closet, and pulled out a
    pair ok khaki pants. She slid those up my legs and over my diapers. She
    then got a shirt for me. (This was a Catholic school) When I was all
    dressed, she told me that I could come down for breakfast. Before I
    left my room, I looked at myself in the mirror. If you looked hard
    enough, you would know that I was wearing a diaper. I bent over, and
    looked through my legs, and just like grandma, you could see a big pad,
    and you could see the outline of the diapers.
    	I ate my cereal, and went out to stand by the bus stop. It was a
    bit chilly out. It made me pee in my diapers. I knew that if I had to
    poop, I would have to hold it until I got on the bus, because I was not
    taking the chance of someone smelling it, or me walking around with it
    squishing around all day. The bus came, and I sat in one of the seats
    in the front. The Day ahead was going to be quite a journey.

    TO BE CONTINUED…………………………

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