Title: | Wished Neighbors
Name: | Jamie, Justin, and Jason
Email: | Not shown
Gender: | Male
Current Age: | 11 (triplets)
Posting Date: | 04/12/09, updated 04/19/09
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 story contains material about older children and teenagers wearing and using diapers for their intended purpose. This story is not to be associated with pedophilia, and is not sexual in nature minus some minor, incidental, mentioning of the male genitalia. No events or characters in this story are in any way, shape, or form (knowingly) related to the real-life events of an actual human, and are completely fictional. Don’t like? Don’t read!

Wished Neighbors

Note: This story contains material about older children and teenagers wearing and using diapers for their intended purpose. This story is not to be associated with pedophilia, and is not sexual in nature minus some minor, incidental, mentioning of the male genitalia. No events or characters in this story are in any way, shape, or form (knowingly) related to the real-life events of an actual human, and are completely fictional.

Don’t like? Don’t read!

Part 1

I watched out of my bedroom window as various men in navy blue-colored uniforms with red logos on them went in and out of the house next door constantly, carrying big cardboard boxes and pieces of heavy furniture with them. I could just barely see the inside of the back of the huge moving truck, and recognized many items which were once in the house. Our next-door neighbors, the Thompson family, were moving to a house all the way on the other side of town. I wasn’t too upset, knowing that we could still go visit them, but it was a bit sad to see them have to go. They had been our neighbors since as long as I could remember, and they were a really nice family. Petting my cat Max, I thought about what our new neighbors would be like.

From down the hall I could hear the faint sounds of my older sister Tanya and her best friend Molly chattering away in Tanya’s bedroom, talking about all the good times they’d had living next door to each other as they played a board game. Molly was the Thomson’s oldest daughter, and she and my sister were the same age and had been friends since they were in Kindergarten. They also had a son named Garrett, but he was eight, which was three years younger than me. Molly was fifteen, which was four years older than me. I felt a little sorry for my sister, knowing how hard it must be for her, but I didn’t show it.

A few moments later, I heard the doorbell ring. I noticed that the moving truck was already driving down the road, and Molly’s dad was standing by their van with Garrett. My mom went to answer the door and called for Molly.

“Molly! Your mother’s here!” Mom called from the front door. I peeked out of my room and saw Mrs. Thompson standing in the doorway. She noticed me and smiled at me, to which I reciprocated before hiding back in my room again.

I heard the door to my sister’s room open, and she and Molly came out. Molly came to my room first, peeking in the door, “Bye, Frankie. See you later,” she said quickly before leaving. I just nodded to her and watched out of my window as she and her mom went to the car. I saw their mom say something to Garrett, to which he shook his head no. As he was getting into the car, I noticed that seat of his pants looked bulkier than normal. Could he be wearing a diaper? I knew that he always had wetting problems, like me, but I never knew he wore diapers for it. This made me wish they weren’t leaving so I could talk to him, and it also brought back my wishes to wear diapers all the time.

Suddenly, I felt a familiar pressure in my bladder. I quickly dashed to the bathroom, but when I got there the door was closed, which meant that someone was apparently in the bathroom. I quickly and urgently knocked on the door a few times, hoping that whoever was in there wasn’t going to take too long.

“What?” I heard Tanya call from the other side of the door.

“I, uh, need to go!” I called back, biting my lower lip nervously. My problem was I never felt the need to go until it was almost too late, so I had trouble making it to the toilet in time.

“I’ll be out in a minute!” Tanya replied. My nose wrinkled as I smelled poop, and realized that Tanya was in the bathroom pooping. I imagined how she would take extra care in wiping to keep her panties nice and clean, which was a complete contrast to me. I rarely bothered to wipe after pooping, and as a result my plain white briefs were never plain white for long, and many pairs had yellow stains from my accidents. I also had a few pooping accidents, but usually those pairs were way too dirty for me to keep wearing, so they were always thrown away.

Soon I heard Tanya flush the toilet, and I pressed my legs together and held my crotch, relieved that she would be out soon. Unfortunately, though, as I heard the water in the sink running when she washed her hands I felt the gates burst open. I tried to stop it, but it was no use as I was now uncontrollably flooding my pants. I sighed, sniffling a bit out of embarrassment, and quickly dashed to my room. I knew that Tanya wouldn’t make fun of me for wetting myself, she knows I can’t help it, but it was still always embarrassing to be eleven-years-old and still have accidents so much. I stripped off my wet shorts and briefs, and was just pulling up a new, clean pair of briefs when Tanya came out of the bathroom.

“Frankie! The bathroom’s all yours!” she called. I blushed, knowing I had no reason to use it now. Pulling up a new pair of shorts, I picked up my wet ones to take to the laundry room. I tried to avoid eye contact with Tanya, feeling embarrassed, but she still seemed to know what was wrong.

“Did you have an accident?” she asked me, patting me on the shoulder comfortingly.

I nodded, sighing, “I wish I didn’t still have accidents!” I muttered angrily, stamping my foot.

Tanya and I continued walking to the laundry room, “Aww, don’t worry Frankie, it’s okay. You can’t help it; your body will get better soon. You know, Garrett still has accidents,” she mentioned.

“He’s only eight, though,” I commented before tossing my wet clothes in the hamper. Tanya didn’t reply after that, and instead went to her bedroom to do I don’t know what. I made my way back to my bedroom as well, and flopped back on my bed, rubbing my face with my hands.

“I wish I could wear diapers like Garrett…” I said quietly to myself. Diapers would make everything better, I thought. No one would know if I had an accident, and they’d stop teasing me so much. I didn’t have any friends because everyone in my grade teased me about me wetting and pooping my pants so much. Sometimes, I admit, my accidents weren’t so many ‘accidents’, but a lot of them still were. My mom probably would get me diapers if she knew I wanted them, but I was afraid to ask.

What if our new neighbors had a son that wore diapers, I thought to myself. I smiled at that idea, and started thinking up a story about our ‘neighbors’. They were a typical family with a mother, a father, two daughters, and two sons. Both sons wore diapers all the time, and they were eleven and eight years old. At home they wore thick cloth diapers with no less than six diapers at once, and no less than ten pins in the sides. They also wore two pairs of plastic pants at once. Always more, never less. They were in diapers because they refused to be potty trained, and their parents never forced it on them.

The two sisters could be thirteen and fifteen, and they would always be in charge of their brothers’ diaper changes and washing and drying all the cloth diapers, but they wouldn’t wear diapers themselves, and had absolutely no desire to. They flaunted the fact that they constantly kept their underwear clean and free of skid marks, while the boys’ underwear was pretty much their toilet. The boys would wear just diapers all the time, in full view of everyone. Oh how I wished that thought could become a reality. Then, maybe I could sleep over at their house. I was never able to sleep over at anyone else’s house because I wet the bed, and wore diapers for it every night. It would also allow me to have some friends that wouldn’t make fun of me for my toilet problems, which I really longed for.

Part 2

The house next door remained empty for a few days, and my curiosity about who would move in was as strong as ever. Many questions fluttered through my head constantly, such as “What would they be like?” and “Would they have kids that would go to my school?” I also began to worry that they might make fun of my accidents and my wearing diapers for it at night, which really wouldn’t help my self-esteem. Still, my mom reassured me that they would most likely be a nice bunch of people, and would probably be understanding. Only time would tell, I thought.

According to Tanya, Molly and her family had gotten settled in their new house pretty well. I had since then learned that Garrett had in fact been diapered that day so that they wouldn’t have to stop anytime for him to use the bathroom as he’d drank a lot before the car ride. I smiled at this fact, but I refrained from telling Tanya that I was happy to know this. The Thompson’s had invited us to see their new house this weekend as well, and I was curious as to what it looked like. Tanya still spent quite a bit of time with her other friends, which I knew would most likely never change.

Then, on the Wednesday following the Thompson’s move, I noticed a new student in my sixth-grade class. He appeared to be very shy and nervous, and a little unsure of himself. He also seemed to be like the stereotypical nerdy kid, wearing thick, brown, rectangular-framed glasses with red hair and a bunch of freckles on his face. His shirt was also nearly tucked into his pants, which I noticed seem to have a little bulge in them. He sat in the seat next to me, which was the closest seat to the door in the back of the room. I always sat closest to the door in case I suddenly felt the need to pee, and I was allowed to just go when I needed to. I looked over at him and smiled welcomingly, but he didn’t seem to notice. “He seems a lot like me… maybe he can be my friend,” I thought.

“Good morning, class! Today we have a new student! Would you please introduce yourself?” my teacher, Mrs. Jameson, said to the boy.

As he stood up, I noticed that the boy’s pants looked really big and puffed out, especially around the butt. I tried to see if I could see any signs of a diaper peaking out of the top, but he had his shirt tucked in, so I was out of luck. He shyly rocked back and forth as he spoke, looking down at his desk, “I’m Adam, and my family just moved here from Jackson, Tennessee. I have a little brother named Manny who’s eight and he’s in the third grade, and I have two big sisters named Michelle and Becky who are thirteen and fifteen and they’re in the eighth and tenth grades,” Adam said quickly before sitting down, turning slightly red. It was obvious he wasn’t too fond of speaking in front of (or should I say behind, since we were in the back row) a lot of people. A chorus of ‘Hello Adam’s came from the other students, including myself. A few of the students giggled at something, which I presumed was Adam’s puffy pants. I heard the two girls that sat in the row in front of us say something that involved the word ‘diapers’ and ‘puffy pants’, but I wasn’t sure exactly what they said. Class started off like normal with a few math exercises after that.

As it neared lunch, I felt the pressure in my bladder building, and I knew I’d have to pee soon. About five minutes before lunch, I heard Adam fart, though it wasn’t very loud, and I assumed his diapers had muffled it. Then I noticed what sounded like poop charging from his butt, along with the accompanying smell, and my suspicions about him wearing diapers were confirmed. He had a really nervous and worried look on his face, though few of the other kids seemed to notice. I heard a few kids giggling, but no one said anything. He looked over at the teacher, who gave him a nod, and he got up and left the classroom. I realized that I was on the verge of wetting my pants, so I got up to go to the restroom as well. A few students snickered as I got up, knowing the reason, but I ignored them.

As I left behind Adam, I noticed he was going towards the nurse’s office. I was tempted to follow him, but I decided against it and went on to the bathrooms. Luckily for me no one was inside, but I was still always shy about using urinals for that reason, so I went into a toilet stall and closed the door, and then did my business. Due to my poor aim I got a little pee on the toilet seat and floor, but I tried to ignore it. I just finished up, flushed, and washed my hands, then went out of the bathroom. The bell for lunch had already sounded, so I went to the cafeteria and got in the lunch line.

“Hey, wook! It’s widdle baby Fwankee!” a guy from my class named Marc teased, “Did Fwankee make it to the potty in time?” he asked. I just ignored him, and quickly made my way out of the line as I got my lunch. I noticed Adam and another boy, presumably his little brother, sitting at a table by themselves, so I decided to go join him.

“Can I sit here?” I asked them as I approached the table.

“Uh, sure…” Adam said nervously as I proceeded to sit down across from them.

“You’re that new kid in my class, right? You sit next to me I think…” I mentioned.

Adam nodded as he stuffed his hamburger in his mouth and talked while eating, “Uh-huh, I’m Adam,” he said, then pointing to the boy next to him, “this is my little brother Manny.”

Manny smiled and waved, apparently being less shy than his brother, “I’m in third grade!” he commented, “Me and Adam just moved here recently. Yesterday, actually! We had to move ‘cause of our dad’s job. We use to live in Jackson.” Adam nodded.

“Cool! I have a sister and she’s in the tenth grade,” I mentioned.

“We have a sister that’s in the tenth grade, too! Her name’s Becky. We also have another sister named Michelle who’s in the eighth grade,” Adam commented, seeming to be warming up to me.

“Maybe our sisters know each other, then. My sister’s name is Tanya. I’m Frankie, by the way,” I said happily as I extended an arm out to shake Adam and Manny’s hands. Manny eagerly reciprocated, though Adam was a little hesitant, but he finally accepted.

Nothing much was said for the rest of the lunch period. I noticed that Manny’s butt bulged almost as much as Adam’s did, and I was tempted to ask Adam and Manny if they wore diapers, but I refrained from doing so just in case I’d embarrass them. At recess I joined Adam and Manny on the swings, and we continued to talk about various subjects.

“What do you guys like to do when you get home from school?” I asked them.

“We mostly just read, go on the computer, play video games, do homework… stuff like that,” Adam answered.

“Me, too, except we don’t have a computer. My mom says that we’re gonna get one this summer though!” I said happily.

“That’s cool!” Manny replied.

“Do you ever go over to anyone else’s house for sleepovers and stuff?” I asked. I never did this myself, but I was curious to know.

“No way!” Adam commented, “Our mom doesn’t let us have sleepovers, and we’re not allowed to have sleepovers at our house.”

“Oh. Me neither. Why doesn’t your mom let you have sleepovers?” I asked, though I thought I knew the real reason they said that.

“I dunno, she just doesn’t…” Adam replied warily, sounding like he wanted to drop the subject. I just nodded, and nothing else was said about it.

I felt my bowels working to produce a poop all of a sudden, and I nervously clinched my buttocks together to hold it back. I was tempted to poop my pants on purpose to see how Manny and Adam would comment on it, but I refrained from doing so, and I hated using the bathrooms for pooping in. I knew that my poop didn’t seem to want to wait long, but I still tried to hold it.

Suddenly, I heard a fart coming from Manny, and I realized that he was pooping in his diaper. Adam looked over at him and smiled nervously, apparently hoping I didn’t notice that, “Um, we need to go do something,” he stated nervously. I just nodded, and he and Manny got up and left.

Now I was really tempted to poop my pants on purpose, mainly so I could go to the nurse’s office to see if Manny and Adam were there getting changed. I sighed and held my breath nervously as I stood up, preparing myself for pooping my pants. It didn’t take much force to get my load started, and I blushed as I knew I couldn’t stop now.

“Hey! Frankie pooped his pants!” one nearby kid called. Soon all the kids nearby were laughing, and I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. What had I gotten myself into?

“Eeww! He reeks!” another boy commented.

“Look! It’s leaking onto his butt!” a third one from behind me mentioned.

I wanted to hide so bad now, I wished I was invisible! I couldn’t stop crying; all I could do was stand there and take it. Where were the teachers on duty?! Through my watery eyes, I saw Adam and Manny come back, and through the corner of my eye I noticed some third grader behind the group. He picked up a rock and threw it at one of the three boys’ heads, which got all the boys’ attentions.

“Hey, punk! What do you think you’re doing?” they said to him as he ran off.

“Come on, Frankie! Let’s go!” Adam said to me. He stood behind me, while Manny walked next to me to cover me up. I was so thankful for what they did that words wouldn’t explain it, “Thank you guys so much!” I said once we were inside the school.

“It’s okay, Frankie. We won’t laugh at you,” Manny said as he and Adam helped me get to the nurse’s office, whom immediately saw my problem. We all went into the changing room together since Adam and Manny still needed their diapers changed, and I knew I’d be put in a diaper for my accident. I stepped out of my poopy jeans and underwear, and put them in a large plastic bag that the nurse had given me. Next I lay down on the changing table while the nurse put on some latex gloves and started to wipe my butt, then powdered me and slid a clean diaper under me, then taped it up nice and snug, and gave me a pair of spare jeans to wear. I thanked her, and then went out into the office to wait for Adam and Manny, blushing as I thought about how good the diaper felt. Adam was done next, and he came out with me to wait on Manny.

“So, I guess you know our secret now…” Adam said shyly, “Manny and I wear…”

“Yeah. I kind of knew the whole time, and that’s why I thought we’d make good friends. I don’t wear… except at night and when they make me at school, but I probably should…” I mentioned.

“You have a lot of accidents?” Adam asked me. I nodded.

“Why don’t you wear them all the time?” Adam asked.

“I dunno, I just don’t. My mom would probably let me if she knew I wanted to, but I’m afraid to ask,” I answered.

By this time Manny was done getting changed, and the tardy bell had rung, so the nurse gave us all passes to class. Manny headed off his own way, while Adam and I went to our class. We handed our passes to the teacher, and then took our seats.

The rest of the day passed on by with little event and soon enough it was time to go home. I found out that Manny and Adam rode the same bus as I did, though their mom drove them to school in the morning, and also that they got off at the same stop as I did. It started to occur to me that they may be my new next-door neighbors!

“Where do you guys live?” I asked Manny and Adam as we neared my house.

“Uhh, right here!” Adam said, pointing to the house next to mine. It had a few cardboard boxes piled up on the front porch, and a tall brown-haired man came out and took one of them inside.

“Really? I live right here!” I said eagerly, pointing to my house.

“Yay! We’re gonna be neighbors!” Manny cheered.

“That’s our dad, wanna meet him?” Adam asked as his dad came back out.

“Uhh, sure!” I agreed nervously.

I followed Adam and Manny up to their house, where their dad waved to us. When he saw me he asked who I was, and once I told him my name he mentioned meeting my mom earlier. I just smiled, and then went home to see my mom. Something began to strike me as odd, though. Adam and Manny seemed just like the neighbors I had imagined up… It was probably a coincidence, but an extremely odd coincidence, I thought to myself as I made my way inside my house.

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