    The Visitor

    Summary: When Quinton was young, diapers made a bad impression on him.
    But, then, 5 years later, a strange visitor helps him regain his love
    of diapers.

    	Hey, my name is Quinton, and I am 14. I am in diapers now, but a
    while back I despised bedwetters. I was potty trained at the young age
    of 2. But one time, when I was 5, I remember playing in a playground,
    when I had to pee. A Kid, stopped me, as I was inside a tube. He said
    do it in my pants. I did, and he laughed. I was sent home, and spanked.
    That's probably why I didn't like bedwetters. But this story is how I
    completely changed.
    	I was about to be 11 at the time. I remember  being awake for
    sometime, but was too lazy to get up. It was just 2 hours till my
    baseball game, so I could stay asleep a while longer, at least. My dad,
    however, barged in and yelled at me to get up. I didn't even like
    baseball. But so I got up, and pulled on new underwear, and my baseball
    uniform. My uniform was tight on me, and I realized I had to pee. I
    tried to unzip my b-ball pants, but it was too tight. I yelled for dad,
    and even he barely did it.
    	After I had relieved myself, I got some bacon and eggs. My mom
    said I needed at least 3 water bottles.
    	Off me and my dad went, with my 16 year old brother too. He was
    really nice to come to my games. As I got there, my dad parked beside a
    kid named Sean. He was shy. But even through his baseball uniform, I
    could see the bloated diapers. I snickered. When me and him were in the
    dugout, I laughed at him.
    	"Bedwetter! Hahaha!"
    	"Stop it!"
    	Suddenly, the diaper fell, and his pants turned all yellow. I
    laughed hysterically. He didn't get to play that day.
    	The field was situated so that there was the field, and behind
    the far end, there was a huge forest; nobody that went in came out. So
    that day, I was up to bat. I made 2 strikes. And as I was about to be
    thrown a 3rd, I got an urge to pee bad. The ball flew over, over, over,
    and fell deep in the forest. Everyone yelled yea, but I had to go into
    the forest to get the ball.
    	I still had to pee, so as I ran into the forest (and deep in) I
    tried to unzip my pants, but couldn't. As I looked around for help, I
    found I couldn't find the way I had come in. I kept walking and I
    tripped. Suddenly, I saw a man come toward me.
    	"Hello, Child."
    	"H-Hey."
    	"Well, what do you want."
    	"I- I want to get out of this forest; I have to pee."
    	"Well, then do it in your pants."
    	I followed him, compelled I guess to. He started a fire, and I
    could tell the sun setting. I mumbled something.
    	"What was that"
    	"O. I was- well I miss my mom and dad."
    	The man then said...
    	"I can tell that you have been hurt. You must learn to bed wet.
    It is fun, and if you do, I will transport you home."
    	"No! What kind of person pees in-
    	As I said this, He unzipped his jeans, and I gasped. He was
    wearing diapers!
    	I whispered. "If I have to, I will."
    	After that, we made a bond; a friendship. So for weeks I was
    taught to do so. But I never could. He was getting distressed, and I
    needed to pee and go home! One night, I was laying on my bed spread in
    the forest, when suddenly, it hit me. I lay on my back, and just
    concentrated. Pee rushed out!
    	If that was not enough, poo plopped down in my underwear.
    	I was ready to yell, but the man, named Carmon, was there.
    	He grinned. "Time to go home."
    	I suddenly realized what he had done. I would be sent home like
    this. He pulled off my pants, and shirt, and suddenly I was home. It
    was 9 am. Same time I woke up 3 weeks ago. I was in my underwear, with
    messed underwear. This was the beginning of something special. I became
    great friends with Sean. And I love diapers!