    Diapers in Middle School

    Summary: This is a fictional story about eleven year old Steve and how
    he starts to wear diapers to middle school.

    My name is Steve. It all started in fifth grade. I had to go to school
    wearing Pampers every day. Before I got the Pampers, let me tell you
    why I had to start wearing diapers to school. I would pee and poop my
    pants on purpose so I could start to wear diapers again. I remember
    when it started. My mother had woken me up and put a Pampers on me. I
    kept telling her, “No! No, mom, I do not want to wear diapers!!”
    Secretly though, I really did want to wear them. So I went to school
    that day in a diaper. I had just got to school, and was in first
    period. I had the urge to go pee badly, but held it in for awhile. A
    half-hour later, I could not hold it no more, and started to feel the
    pee filling up my diaper. It felt good. After peeing the diaper, I went
    to go to the nurse’s office. She checked my diaper, and said that I was
    able to pee in it some more. So in gym class, in the bathroom, I had to
    pee again. I told my friends to come in with me. I stripped down to my
    diaper, and they all said, “Cool, dude!” I said, “Hold on, watch this!”
    So they all started to look at my diaper and I started to go pee in it.
    They watched as it turned yellow and swelled up from the pee. They all
    said, “That is cool, I want to pee in a diaper, too!” I told them come
    to my house on Friday when my parents are away for the weekend. They
    all said, “Cool, see you on Friday.”

    After gym class was over, I went and got my diaper changed. Later that
    day I had to pee again. So I let my pee out into my diaper, it was not
    a lot of pee at all, did not even feel wet. When I arrived home later
    that day, my mom asked me, “How was your day?” I said good, and she
    then said, “let's go and change your diaper.” So we went into my room
    and she started to take my diaper off, and said it is still dry, and
    put it back on me, and told me to tell her when I needed my diaper
    changed.

    Later that day when I was doing my homework, I felt the urge to pee. So
    I just sat there and let the pee flow into my diaper. I kept peeing my
    diaper for what seemed like an eternity. It felt good all of that pee
    being absorbed in to the crotch of my diaper, and moving back into the
    dry areas of my diaper. The wet diaper felt good, so I did not even
    bother to tell my mother I had just wet my diaper. Before bed, my three
    year old brother came in my room and we played for awhile. After that,
    my mother came in and checked both of our diapers. Mike was dry, and I
    was soaked. She said “Steve, lets change your diaper.” I said, “No,
    mom, I don't want my diaper changed.” She said, “Change your diaper
    now,” and I said no again. She then put me on my bed, and started to
    take my jeans and underwear off, and then I cupped my hands over my
    diaper, and she moved them, and saw that I was peeing my soaked diaper
    again. I then put my hands on my crotch again, and started to cry as my
    diaper started to leak pee out of it. She then cleaned me up, and put a
    clean diaper on me, and put me and my brother Mike to bed.

    When I woke up the next day for school I was dry but Mike was wet. So
    my mother asked me if I would change Mike's diaper for her, and I said,
    “Yes, I will.” Mike’s diaper was not that wet, so I kept it on him, got
    dressed, and went to school. During lunch I had to go poop and pee real
    bad. I let the pee in my diaper, but held the poop in for awhile. Later
    that day during seventh period with five minutes left in school, I
    could hold the poop no longer. So I let the poop out into my diaper,
    and it felt like I had pooped out a coke can it was so big. On the bus
    ride home, my friends said, “Are we still on for tonight?” And I said,
    “Yes.”

    When I got home from school my mom changed my poopy diaper, and she and
    my stepdad left for the weekend. So it was just me and my brother, and
    then I called my friends up and said, “come on over now, okay?” About
    six-thirty that night my friends Matt and John had came over, and we
    went into my room after putting Mike down for a nap. When we got into
    my bedroom my friends each took out some Huggies, and Matt gave me one
    of his to try on So we all went into the bathroom and put our diapers
    on. Later on that night Mike woke up wet, so I changed him and put him
    to bed for the night. My friends and I then put in a movie, ate some
    popcorn, and drank a few cans of Mountain Dew. About a half hour later
    I had to go pee. So I sat on the floor next to Matt and John, all of us
    just in our diapers, and began to pee my diaper. I had only peed a
    little bit, but did not tell them that I had peed my diaper. An hour
    later, Matt, John, and I all had to go pee bad. So we all looked at
    each others diapers and began peeing in them. Just my crotch was wet,
    Matt and Johns' diapers were half wet. So we just sat there and put
    another movie in. About half an hour later, I had to pee very bad again
    and could not hold it any longer. I told them I am going to pee again,
    and we all watched as my diaper filled up with pee, leaving a little
    dry area for more pee to go into.

    After the second movie was over we all decided to go to bed. At about
    1:00 am Matt woke me up and said I have to pee. John got woken up as
    well and we all peed our diapers, and I cupped my hands in my crotch
    again, and they said, “What's wrong?” I said, “I have to pee again,”
    and they both told me to pee my diaper, but my diaper was soaked from
    earlier, and I said, “Okay.” They all put their hands on the front of
    my diaper and I let thee pee out into my diaper, and it started to
    leak. Then Mike came in my room and said. “I have to go potty,” and I
    said, “Use your diaper,” and he really peed and pooped his diaper and I
    changed my diaper and we all went back to sleep. The next morning Matt
    and John came downstairs where I was watching TV with their diapers
    sagging from pee. So they changed their diapers and went home until
    next weekend.

    Mike woke, came downstairs, and we watched some TV together. A few
    hours later he said,”I have to go pee,” and I said, “Do you have diaper
    on?” and he said yes, so I told him to pee in it. He said it was wet
    and poopy, so I changed him, and he then peed into his fresh diaper. I
    asked him, “Do you want changed?” and he said no, and I said okay then.

    Later on, Mike felt the front of my diaper and I said, “What are you
    doing?” He said, “I feel something warm in your diaper.” I pulled my
    diaper forward and I was peeing it and did not even realize it. It was
    pretty wet and I liked the feeling of a warm, wet diaper that I decided
    not to change it for awhile. It seemed weird to me now that I pee my
    diaper without even knowing it. Before when I had to go pee, I was able
    to hold it until I could not hold it any longer. Now, I was doing it
    without even noticing it.

    I had now gone from wetting my diapers because I wanted to, to now
    peeing my diapers involuntarily. Now instead of wearing diapers because
    I wanted to, I have to wear them or pee my underwear. I thought this is
    cool, now I have to wear them because I lost all bladder control. Later
    in the day, Mike had said he needs to pee again, and peed in his
    already wet/messy diaper. After the second wetting, he wanted it
    changed. While I was changing his diaper, he asked me, “Are you going
    to change your diaper?” I said, “I will later, because it can hold a
    lot of pee.” I put him into a fresh diaper and then put him down for a
    nap. I went and checked my diaper, and it was not that wet, just a
    little bit of wetness in the front, so I said, “It can hold some more
    pee,” and then went on the computer, and talked to Matt and John. They
    had said they both loved peeing in diapers, and we should do it again
    real soon. I said, “How about this weekend? Me and John will come to
    your house, Matt,” and he said that is good with him.

    My parents came home on Saturday night and asked, “How was the
    weekend?” I said that it went by just fine. Mom then asked me if I
    changed Mike’s diapers when they needed changing and I said yes. She
    then said, “Did you wet the bed?” I said I woke up with a wet diaper,
    not a wet bed. She said, “Oh, you are wearing them to bed, I see?” And
    I said yes.

    Sunday came and we all went over to grandma's house for dinner. Both
    Mike and I were changed when we woke up, and were both told that we
    will not be stopping for anything but gas on the way, and put me in a
    Molicare diaper, with a boost insert, and put Mike into a Pampers.
    About one hour in our four hour journey I had to pee. I tried to, but
    nothing came out, and my mother told me to relax, and let it out
    slowly. I did that, and before you know it, I was peeing my diaper.

    We then got to grandma's house, just my boost insert was wet, not the
    diaper at all. So, my mom took the boost insert out, and put the diaper
    back on me. Mike's diaper was wet, and poopy, so they changed him and
    put a new diaper onto him. Later on I had to go pee while playing
    outside with grandpa, and I cupped my hands up in the front of my
    diaper, and started to pee. I let out what seemed like the Hoover Dam
    into that diaper, and it was not even that wet. When I did that in my
    Pampers, they would leak. I told grandpa I went pee. He told me to go
    inside, and tell mom. I went in and told her, and she said an adult
    diaper can hold more pee than a baby diaper could, and that she would
    buy me these diapers instead.

    Part 2

    I then went to go play with Mike, and when I walked in the playroom,
    Mike was crying. I walked up to him and asked him what’s the matter,
    and he started to get up. Still crying, he got up and pulled down his
    pants, and showed me his diaper. Once I caught a glimpse of it, it was
    all yellow, and puffed up and soaked from front to back. I then asked
    him if he wants his diaper changed, and he said no, and kept crying. I
    then told him it needs changed badly, lets go change you, when he let
    out a fart and dropped a huge load in the back of his diaper. He then
    held the front of his diaper, and cried even more. I knew he had to
    pee, but his diaper could not hold no more pee.

    I began looking around the room, and saw a bag of Pampers, and told him
    lets change you. I pulled his soaked poopy diaper off, and cleaned him
    up and put a Pampers on him. As soon as I taped up his Pampers, I heard
    him flooding his diaper. When he finished peeing his diaper, mom walked
    in and said time to go now, and we left and went home. During the drive
    home, I then soaked my diaper, and saw the front of my diaper get
    bigger and bigger, even though I was done peeing the diaper. It felt
    good though, my member pressing up against my completely soaked diaper.
    I then drifted off to sleep.

    When we got home, my mom changed our diapers, and put us both in
    Huggies, and sent us to bed. A few hours later, Mike started crying. I
    went to his room, and he said peed my diaper, I looked at it, and said
    you filled it all the way up, let me change you. When I un taped Mikes
    diaper, I got a hard on in my diaper. My diaper grew large in the
    front, and Mike said you peed your diaper. I said I did? Mike then
    grabbed front of my diaper, and felt it. I smacked his hand away, and
    finished diapering him

    To be continued.

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What diapers do you wear? | Cloth Disposable Multiple Underpants I do not wear diapers
Are your diapers plain white? | Always Usually Sometimes Rarely Never I do not wear diapers
Do you wear multiple diapers? | Always Usually Sometimes Rarely Never I do not wear diapers
Are you pantsless at home while in diapers? | Always Usually Sometimes Rarely Never I do not wear diapers
How do you use your diapers? | Pee Poop
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