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Title: | Joshua's Diapers
Name: | Horny Goat
Email: | mrhgoat@yahoo.com
Gender: | Male
Current Age: | 36
Posting Date: | 10/19/08 (updated 03/15/08)
Story Contents: |
A- Post-toddler (4-8)* |  | R- Sisters, other girls* |
B- Pre-teen (9-12)* | ● | S- Babysitters |
C- Teen (13-17) |  | T- Masturbation | ●
D- Adult (18+) |  | U- Sexual situations |
E- Cloth diapers* |  | V- Gay |
F- Disposable diapers | ● | W- Erections |
G- Pee | ● | X- Bedwetting |
H- Poop* |  | Y- Accidents | ●
I- Exposed diapers/pantslessness* |  | Z- Punishment/Diaper Discipline |
J- Multiple diapers* |  | 1- Female Domination* |
K- Baby paraphernalia |  | 2- Enemas |
L- Mother |  | 3- Restraints |
M- Father |  | 4- Crying |
N- Aunt |  | 5- Spanking |
O- Uncle | ● | 6- Humiliation |
P- Brothers (diapered) |  | 7- Babying |
Q- Brothers (not diapered) |  | 8- Regression |
*Denotes Deekerian story elements
Summary: | Older brother starts babysitting little brother and has tables turned on him.

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    “C’mon Josh, you’ll miss the bus!”

    12-year-old Joshua looked at his friend Chris, then glanced back at the
    school. He’d meant to go to the washroom right after class, but he’d
    started chatting, and now the bus was about to leave without him. Josh
    could feel the pressure of a full bladder, but decided it wasn’t too
    bad. After all, he’d always been good at holding it, it wasn’t like he
    was going to pee his pants or anything. Slinging his backpack over his
    shoulder, Josh ran for the bus, hopping up the steps just as the doors
    closed behind him with a metallic clang. Chris was smiling up at him as
    Josh made his way through the crowded bus to where his younger friend
    was saving him a seat. As Josh sat down he felt a spasm of pressure in
    his bladder and hoped he hadn’t made a mistake.

    “You okay, Josh?” Chris said.

    “Yeah, fine” he replied. He turned to the window, his reflection
    showing a mop of fine blonde hair. The bus crested a speed-bump and
    lurched down the other side. Josh squeezed his legs together, willing
    the driver to hurry up and get him home so he could go to the bathroom
    and relieve the pressure.

    Finally the bus squealed to a stop at the bottom of his road. Joshua
    was already waiting by the door. He was the only kid to get off at this
    stop, and today he was especially glad of that. He was conscious of how
    quickly he had started walking up the leafy suburban street to his
    house, a look of concentration on his face, a feeling that if anyone
    saw him it would be obvious how desperate he was to relieve himself. As
    he turned the corner, Josh realised that his Mom’s car wasn’t in the
    driveway. That meant the door would be locked and he’d have to find his
    key. He pulled his backpack off his shoulder as he entered the car-
    port, and by the time he reached the back door he was already undoing
    the zipper on the pocket where he kept his key. Josh crossed his legs
    and bent his knees slightly as he reached into the pocket of his
    backpack. The pressure was intense now – he could feel it not just in
    his bladder but in his penis.

    As he felt about in the small outside compartment, he felt a rising
    panic – the key wasn’t there. Pushing his legs together Josh swung the
    pack around and opened the outside zipper on the other side. As he did
    so, the unthinkable happened: a little spurt of pee shot from his penis
    into his underpants. Josh dropped his pack and put his hand between his
    legs and held himself tightly. He looked down and slowly moved his
    hand. It was OK, there was just a small damp patch on the front of his
    jeans. Josh quickly replaced his hand, grabbing himself gain through
    his damp jeans. He had a sickening feeling that if he stopped holding
    himself he was going to start peeing in his pants, but he still hadn’t
    found his key. Biting his lip, he looked at his backpack on the ground.

    Josh thought about his predicament. He was 12 years old, much too old
    to be having accidents in his pants. But then again, the carport was
    sheltered from the neighbour’s house by a tall fence, his Mom wasn’t
    home, and he knew how to use the washer and dryer if he had to. Still
    holding himself, Josh reached down and picked his backpack up in his
    left hand. He knew he was going to have to let go of his penis to find
    his key. Joshua took a deep breath and raised his right hand to the
    open pocket of the backpack.

    For a second or two, nothing happened. Then, helplessly, Josh knew it
    was too late. As his hand touched his door key, he started peeing. A
    thin trickle was flowing into his pants, and there was nothing he could
    do to stop it. He looked down at the slowly spreading wet patch on the
    front of his jeans and uncrossed his legs.

    Josh stood in the carport, a few feet from the back door, his hand on
    the door key, relieving himself in his pants. His heart was beating
    fast, his breath coming in short bursts. He could feel the heat and
    wetness spreading down his legs. He looked down as two golden streams
    flowed from the bottom of his jeans over his sneakers. The wet patch
    spread right across his crotch and down the insides of his legs, the
    soaked denim glossy and glinting in the late afternoon sun that crept
    into the carport. After a moment of shame and embarrassment, Josh
    realized he was feeling something else. Something more exciting, a
    thrill even. He knew he should be appalled at what was happening, but
    strangely he wasn’t. In fact, he thought, he might even be enjoying it.

    Josh finished peeing and stood for a couple of seconds, breathing
    heavily. Then he took the key from his pack, opened the door and
    entered the laundry room, locking the door again behind him. Dropping
    his pack by the door, Josh crossed to the washer, kicked off his wet
    sneakers and undid his jeans. He peeled them off with his underpants
    and stepped out of them. Josh looked down at himself. His small, smooth
    penis was half erect. Joshua had started getting quite a few erections
    recently, usually at an inappropriate time. He knew about masturbation,
    but he’d never tried it. His Mom had deputized her younger brother, his
    Uncle Paul, to have the “talk” with him. They’d already covered it all
    at school and Josh had been forced to sit awkwardly in the car as Uncle
    Paul had explained how it was “perfectly normal” and “natural”. He’d
    escaped the car a short time later, still thinking that playing with
    yourself was gross, an opinion which had not been diminished by the
    sight of the obvious bulge in his Uncle Paul’s pants as they had their
    little talk. Now, as he looked at his wet, rapidly expanding penis,
    Joshua wasn’t so sure.

    He was erect enough now that his short foreskin had pulled back
    slightly, revealing his little pink glans. Joshua had never paid
    himself much attention in that regard. He knew his “dick” was smaller
    than some of his friends’ he’d seen, but it had never bothered him, and
    neither had been tempted to discover what an orgasm really felt like.
    Now, to his own surprise, Joshua found himself reaching down and gently
    pulling his foreskin back, exposing his “knob.” Immediately his penis
    finished erecting itself. Joshua let go and his foreskin sprang back to
    its natural position, barely covering the glistening head. His penis
    tingled – there was no other work for it. Joshua pulled his foreskin
    back a second time. This time he gently guided it down over his glans,
    then back again. He repeated the movement a second time, then a third.
    The concentration of pleasure in his penis was unlike anything he’d
    ever felt before, even when washing himself. Josh realized with s shock
    that he was masturbating, and at the same moment realized he didn’t
    want to stop.

    But he did stop. There was still that voice inside him telling him it
    was “gross”, and besides there was laundry to be done. Reluctantly,
    Joshua let go of his penis, bent down and scooped up his soaking wet
    jeans and underpants, opened the washer and stuffed them in. His
    sneakers followed and after putting in the soap powder and starting the
    machine, Josh went upstairs to find some dry pants.

    That night, lying in bed after his Mom had said goodnight, Joshua
    thought about what he’d done. He knew he’d been bad. He knew that 12-
    year-olds shouldn’t pee themselves, even if it was an accident. But he
    had gotten away with it – by the time his Mom had arrived home his
    jeans, underwear and sneakers were washed and dried and would never
    betray how wet they’d been a couple hours earlier. And then there was
    playing with himself like that. Yes, it was gross, but it was also an
    amazing feeling, the most intense pleasure he’d ever felt. As he fell
    asleep, Josh realised that he was going to masturbate to the finish
    before too long. He also realized it would not be the last time he ever
    wet his pants.

    Joshua's Diapers- Chapter 2 - Joshua (12) has a wet day at home.

    “Bye Honey!” 12 year old Joshua rolled over sleepily in bed.

    “Bye Mom” he called. He could feel his heart beating as he listened to
    the front door close and waited for the sound of his mother’s car.
    Joshua smiled to himself. He had known all week that his Mom was going
    away for the weekend, and that he would be on his own for most of
    Saturday until his Uncle Paul arrived to “babysit”, as his mother had
    called it, in the evening. He had tried not to think about it too much,
    but now that Saturday was actually here, and his Mom was really
    leaving, Josh felt the anticipation swelling inside him. Ever since he
    had had an accident in his pants two weeks before, Josh had known he
    was going to have to let it happen again. In fact, every time he’d
    needed to pee since that day he’d thought about how it would feel to do
    it in his pants. He’d resisted the temptation, but when he heard he was
    going to have the house to himself for several hours, he had allowed
    himself to think that he might actually get to do it. Josh reached down
    and felt his little penis in his boxer shorts. He was already half
    erect, and he needed to pee, though of course he couldn’t do it in his
    bed. Besides, it was early yet, not even fully light. Joshua closed his
    eyes.

    When he opened them again the sun was streaming through his window onto
    the bed. He was still lying on his back, and now he really needed to
    pee. He turned his head and glanced at the clock radio beside his bed.
    He hadn’t slept long; it was still just 8 o’clock. Joshua sighed and
    stared at the ceiling. He really should get up and go to the bathroom.
    After all, he didn’t want to wet the bed; he hadn’t done that for
    years. Joshua remembered the last time it had happened. He must have
    been 9 or 10. He remembered waking up from a deep sleep and feeling
    himself getting wet and realizing he was still peeing. He remembered
    something else, too. He’d been embarrassed that he’d wet the bed, of
    course, but hadn’t he also been a little excited by it? By the sudden
    warmth and wetness as he woke up? His Mom had been so nice about it,
    stripping his bed and washing the sheets and saying, “no harm done.” No
    harm done! It hadn’t mattered then, thought Josh, so why should it
    matter now?

    Suddenly his heart was racing again, his breathing deliberate and
    short. He couldn’t believe what he was considering doing, but now he
    had considered it, he knew he was going to have to do it. Josh
    swallowed. He pulled back the covers. He put his hand between his legs,
    cupping his penis and balls through his red boxers. He opened his legs
    slightly. Then Josh removed his hand. He gasped as a steady stream of
    hot piss started flowing into his boxers and soaking into the sheet
    under his butt. He closed his eyes and sank his head back into the
    pillow and relaxed completely, savouring the hot, wet tingling
    sensation between his legs as he lay there, a 12-year-old boy
    deliberately relieving himself in his bed.

    As he soon as he had finished peeing, Josh swung his legs out of bed,
    opened his door and crossed the hall to the bathroom. His small penis
    was hard now, pushing out the front of his wet boxers. Josh stood in
    front of the bathroom mirror. His shorts were soaked. He pulled them
    down and took his stiff rod in his hand. He gently pulled back his
    foreskin and looked at the wet head of his penis in the mirror.
    Watching himself in the mirror, Josh began gently moving his short
    foreskin back and forth over his swollen little knob. It felt even
    better than before, and this time Josh knew he wasn’t going to stop.
    His hand moved faster, and Josh felt a swelling feeling just below his
    stomach, as if there was a ball of energy growing inside him. As he
    masturbated, the ball of energy started moving. Its strength grew as it
    descended into his balls. He could feel it at the root of his penis and
    his hand moved faster, his pink head appearing and disappearing as he
    pulled his foreskin back and forth, drawing the energy up his little
    cock until it was concentrated in his pink knob. The first spasm pushed
    Joshua back against the shower door. In the mirror he saw a tiny spurt
    of milky fluid shoot from his penis, followed by another, and a third.
    Several dry spasms followed, each diminishing in intensity, until he
    was left standing, shaking slightly, his penis softening in his hand,
    his eyes wide in the bathroom mirror.

    After his shower, Joshua felt a warm contentment unlike anything he’s
    felt before. He had masturbated for the first time, and he knew the
    second time would happen soon. Very soon, perhaps – at the very thought
    of it his penis started to swell again, and his recently-emptied little
    balls started to tingle. Josh pulled on a pair of white underpants and
    a new pair of jeans. He was glad the style was moving back to tighter
    jeans. He had enough vanity to enjoy showing off his little round bum,
    and recently he hadn’t been able to help checking out other boys
    “packages” as well. Finally he pulled a sweatshirt over his head and
    went to the kitchen to make himself breakfast.

    Two hours later Josh was sitting downstairs at the computer, playing
    Battle Quest, his favourite game. He was on his fourth quest of the
    day, and it was going well. New levels were opening up, and he still
    had several lives left. He needed to pee, but that wasn’t a problem –
    after all, no-one would know if he had an accident in his pants. He was
    sitting on a plastic chair on a tile floor, so even if he made a puddle
    it wouldn’t matter. An enemy soldier appeared out of nowhere, and as he
    rushed to hide his character behind an abandoned tank, Josh felt
    himself pee a little in his pants. When he was safe he looked down. It
    had only felt like a little spurt, a bit like the small ejaculation he
    had experienced earlier, but already there was a small but noticeable
    damp patch on the front of his jeans, and he could feel the wetness
    against the end of his penis. Josh smiled to himself. Who cared if he’s
    peed himself a little? And anyway, it felt nice. A few minutes later,
    in the midst of a major gun battle, Josh let himself pee for a few
    seconds more in his pants. He looked down: the wet patch had grown over
    his crotch and down between his legs a little. His penis felt warm and
    wet and was starting to swell.

    Josh turned his attention back to the game. The quest lasted another 30
    minutes, during which time Joshua had released several more short
    spurts of pee in his pants. As the last battle ended, and Joshua’s
    virtual army celebrated its victory, the young boy leaned back in his
    chair, opened his legs, relaxed, and let a long stream of hot pee flow
    into his underpants and jeans. It was an amazing feeling, just sitting
    there going to the bathroom in his pants. The hot wetness spread over
    his balls and under him bum. A little puddle formed on the chair
    between his legs, then overflowed, splashing onto the floor at his
    feet. As the flow ended Joshua even managed a couple of finishing
    spurts in his pants. He was trying for a third when he heard a sound
    behind him, the sound he least wanted to hear – it was his uncle’s
    voice.

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    Joshua’s Diapers- Chapter 3

    “Josh?” Joshua held his breath. His uncle’s voice didn’t sound angry,
    just curious. But Joshua knew he must be in trouble – he’d just been
    caught peeing in his pants. Slowly, he stood up and turned to face his
    uncle, conscious of the large wet patch on the front of his jeans.

    “I… I spilled something” he stammered “my Coke”.

    Uncle Paul laughed “Really?” he said, “That’s not what it looks like to
    me Josh”. Joshua hung his head as his uncle approached, reached out and
    held his arm.

    “Josh, look at me”. Joshua looked up, feeling the tears begin to fill
    his eyes. To his surprise, Uncle Paul was smiling. “You wet your pants,
    didn’t you?” There was no point in lying. Joshua nodded.

    “It’s OK” Uncle Paul said.

    “It is?” Joshua replied.

    “Yes” said his uncle, “it is. Can you keep a secret?” Josh nodded
    again, wondering what was coming next.

    “When I was you age” his uncle continued “I used to do it too”.

    “Really?” Josh said, “Wow”. He didn’t quite know what to make of this
    revelation. Uncle Paul leaned down a little, still smiling.

    “I know how good it feels,” he said. Joshua blinked up at him, relieved
    that he had gotten away with it, and curiously excited by the new
    connection he had with his favorite uncle.

    “You’d better get out of those wet jeans,” Uncle Paul said, “and I’ll
    do some laundry so your Mom doesn’t find out.”

    He was standing between Joshua and the door, and the boy realized that
    his uncle meant him to change right there. He was both scared and
    excited by the prospect of undressing in front of his uncle, but
    realized he had no choice. He undid his jeans and pulled them down over
    his wet underpants and stepped out of them. Uncle Paul picked them up.

    “And your undies, Josh” he said. Joshua could feel himself blushing as
    he peeled off his wet underpants, praying he wouldn’t get one of those
    inconvenient erections. He could see Uncle Paul looking at his small
    penis as he picked up his wet pants.

    “Run upstairs and put some dry pants on, Josh,” Uncle Paul said, “we’re
    going out.”

    As he pulled on a fresh pair of white underpants and slightly too-tight
    jeans, Josh tried to imagine where his uncle could be taking him.

    Climbing into his uncle’s truck, Josh realized that the Coke he had
    drunk earlier was still working its way through his system. He already
    needed to pee again.

    “Where are we going” Joshua asked, as Uncle Paul steered his truck out
    of the driveway.

    “To the drugstore” his uncle replied.

    “Why?” Uncle Paul looked at him smiling.

    “Why do you think Josh?” he said “We’re going to buy you something you
    obviously need”. Josh was puzzled

    “Like what?” he enquired. His uncle grinned.

    “Diapers” he said. Joshua could feel his face getting red. He was
    thinking of Brandon, a boy in his class. Joshua had always liked
    Brandon, and thought he was cute, too. He’d wanted to be his friend,
    but everyone knew that Brandon wore diapers, and the teasing he
    received was merciless. Joshua didn’t want to happen to him, but at the
    same time he felt a little curiosity: what would it feel like to wear a
    diaper again? He wriggled slightly in his seat.

    “I don’t need diapers,” he said quietly. Uncle Paul laughed

    “You sure? “ he said.

    Joshua’s face was hot. He squeezed his legs together, trying to ignore
    the pressure in his rapidly-filling bladder, determined not to prove
    his uncle right by having an accident in his pants.

    They pulled up outside the drug store, and Joshua followed his uncle
    inside, his head low in case he was recognized, trying to ignore the
    pressure in his bladder. Uncle Paul led the way to the “Incontinence”
    section. There were several different packages of “adult” diapers with
    pictures on the front. They looked just like baby diapers Josh thought,
    only without the patterns on them. Joshua crossed his legs, wishing his
    uncle would hurry up and stop reading every package. Finally, he
    selected a pack of Depends, size small.

    “These ought to do it,” he said, and strode off towards the checkout.
    Joshua decided to hang back, fearful that everyone in the store would
    know who the diapers were for. He moved into the next aisle, picked up
    some toothpaste and pretended to be reading the label. He was desperate
    to pee now – he could feel the pressure in his penis, and put his hand
    in his pocket to try and hold himself. Suddenly he heard his uncle’s
    voice, booming across the store:

    “Josh?”

    Joshua removed his hand from his pocket and turned to go. As he did so,
    something terrible happened – Joshua felt himself start to pee.
    Instinctively he put his hand between his legs and squeezed, forcing
    himself to stop. It hadn’t felt like he’d done much, but he could feel
    the wetness under his hand. He pulled his hand away slowly and looked
    down, horrified to see a saucer-sized wet patch on the front of his
    jeans.

    Josh knew that his only hope was to make it out of the store without
    being seen. He pulled his sweatshirt down as far as it would go and
    headed for the door as quickly as he could without running. Every step
    was agony, the pressure to pee almost unbearable. With just a few yards
    to go to the checkout Joshua felt a tingle at the tip of his penis as a
    slow stream, little more than a trickle, flowed into his pants. He knew
    the wet patch must be getting bigger, but didn’t dare look. He walked
    faster, and the flow stopped, but the urgency was even stronger now.
    The sliding doors opened, and putting his head down, Josh ran into the
    parking lot. He almost crashed into his uncle who grabbed his arms.

    “Whoa!” he said “what’s the hurry?”

    Josh looked up at his uncle’s smiling face.

    “I…” he stammered “I need to…” but even as he said it he knew it was
    too late. Unable to hold it a second longer, Josh was peeing freely
    into his pants. He could feel the warmth and wetness spreading over his
    balls and down the inside of his legs as he stood there, helplessly
    relieving himself in his jeans. He knew people must be watching, after
    all, a 12 year-old wetting himself in public was an unusual sight, but
    he just kept looking up at Uncle Paul’s face. It took his uncle a
    second or two to realize what was happening. He looked down at the
    boy’s soaking wet jeans, then back to his red face, and laughed.

    “Jesus, Joshua” he said “I thought you said you didn’t need diapers!”

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