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Title: |
Wished Neighbors |
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Name: |
Jamie, Justin, and Jason |
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Gender: |
Male |
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Current Age: |
11 (triplets) |
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Posting Date: |
04/12/09, updated 04/19/09 |
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Story Contents: |
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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
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
“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.