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Chapter 25:
Pete flew out the following Wednesday, so it was just Dan and Sue at home now, for the next six weeks at least. Fly out day was always hard, but there were no tears, they were all used to it. But, as always, a pall of mild depression seemed to settle over the Jacobs household, at least for a couple of days. Dan had kissed his dad goodbye before catching the bus to school, and spent the next day in a funk.
By Friday morning however, his mood had improved, as only the mood of a teenager could. He woke up dry, and for the third day in a row. He was definitely starting to see a lessening of his sleep wetting incidents. He continued to have occasional drips or leaks during the days though, and came very close to an embarrassing one while at school.
His closest call occurred during English class on Friday morning. He had peed at morning recess, but felt himself needing to go again. Of course the teacher, knowing about his problem, didn't hesitate to give him permission to go. As he had stood up from his desk, he felt himself leak a bit, and had to concentrate on not grabbing himself, or making a big scene, instead, just calmly walking to the door, as he trickled into his pull up.
Once outside the classroom however, he clamped a hand onto the front of his shorts, just like a desperate little kid would, and hurried away, pausing at his locker to grab his bag. He had a stash of Goodnights in the nurses office, but hated going there. He'd only do that if he needed to change during lunch or recess, and the toilets would be busy. He always got the feeling that the nurse looked at him funny, and if any of his friends saw him going in or out, they would inevitably ask him what was wrong.
Besides, he had dry pants and boxers in his bag, and he thought that he might need them.
Holding his bag in front of him, he hurried down the corridor, feeling another dribble escaping. Most times his incontinence was more of a sudden desperation / loss of control thing, but occasionally he became what he called "leaky." This was one of those times. While he needed to pee, he didn't feel like he was at his maximum point, and he would usually think of this as the start of "The Danger Zone," where he still had time, although not a lot of it, but judging by the way his pull up was feeling warmer and starting to sag, he knew that this was different.
He hurried into the boys room, and had to stop and hunch over, as a bigger, stronger jet of pee shot out. That one signified that a total loss of control was imminent. Stepping around the internal wall, he saw that one stall was occupied, so he went into another one, as far away as he could get.
He shut and locked the door, and was hanging his bag on the door hook as the dam burst. He yanked his shorts and boxers down, but didn't have time to undo the crotch strap of his onesie, and just sat down on the toilet, as he lost all control.
Sitting down opened up the leg guards of his pull up, and within seconds he had urine dripping out of his onesie, tinkling loudly as it dripped into the bowl.
As he sat there, peeing hard in his leaking pull up, he cautiously examined his pants, but was surprised and pleased to find that they were still completely dry. His Goodnight had done its job. When he had eventually finished peeing, he got a large handful of toilet paper, and blotted the saturated crotch of his onesie dry, before gingerly undoing the press studs, wincing at the feeling of the wet fabric. Using the wad of paper, he squeezed it dry as best he could.
While he was doing this, he heard the other toilet flush, then the door open and close. After he heard the taps go on and off, he quickly went through the awkward process of getting changed in the stall. To get his wet onesie off, he had to remove his shirt and tie, so he stood there, shorts and boxers puddled around his feet, while he took his upper clothing off. Only after his shirt was back on again, did he remove his pull up, then used some wet wipes from his bag to wipe himself down with.
It was a slow process, but ten minutes later, with his onesie and wet pull up safely stashed in a plastic bag, along with the used wipes, and hidden in his back pack, he was able to re-enter the classroom, wearing a fresh Goodnight beneath his shorts. He noticed the teacher eyeing him off a bit, probably checking to see if he'd wet himself at all, but apart from raising an inquisitive eye, nothing was said.
Rather than upset him, the fact that he'd dodged a bullet only improved his mood. It had been a close call, but he'd kept his pants dry, and nobody had seen him. Ali invited him to play football at lunchtime, so he spent time happily playing with his friends, who he seemed to be getting on better with every day. The photos he'd sent his mates from Adventure World, showing him having fun with not only Amy, but Nikki as well, had only further enhanced his reputation. The boys had started to see him as a kind of Romeo figure, and kept asking him what his secret was when it came to meeting pretty girls.
Scott, in particular, had taken quite a shine to the pictures of Nikki, and kept casually hinting to Dan that he'd like to meet her, even suggesting that perhaps Amy could set them up, and they could go on a double date together. Dan had agreed that he would put the feelers out, and gauge any potential interest on her behalf.
The boys had a change of schedule after lunch. All three year eight classes were to report for a group meeting in the auditorium, where some sort of announcement was to be made. Before the lunch time siren went, Dan made sure to go to the toilet again, fearing a replay of the mornings close call could occur.
Around eighty boys, all aged between thirteen to fifteen, made their way into the room. It appeared that they weren't expected to remain in their usual class groups, so the four boys, Dan, Scott, Matt and Ali, all managed to take their seats together. Father Ryan stood at the podium, and waited for the kids, mostly still hyped up from running around in the playground, took their seats, and gradually the chatter subsided.
"Gentleman," the elderly priest began, "May I have your attention for a few moments please?" This was enough to quell the whispers and shuffling of feet. Once he was satisfied, Father Ryan continued.
"Thank you. I won't keep you long, as I'm sure that you're all eager to return to your home rooms and continue expanding your education," he said with a wry smile, and managed to elicit a quiet chuckle from his audience. "But we are having this meeting, so I can pass on some good news. I am very pleased to announce that the planning of the year eight winter camp has been finalised! This year, you boys will be travelling south to Camp Jackson, just outside of Bridgetown, where you will spend two nights staying in shared cabin accomodation, and experiencing the delights of the local area, including bushwalking, archery, fishing, mountain biking and an outdoor survival course. You will be staying in a shared cabin accomodation, with each cabin sleeping between four to eight students, with bunk beds. And yes, the cabins are heated. There are communal shower and toilet facilities, and a large kitchen, where all meals are prepared. Mr Richardson, if you will...."
Mr Richardson, one of the other home room teachers, took his lead, and walked down the middle aisle, handing the boy on each end a stack of folders, urging him to take one, and pass the rest on.
Father Ryan continued his speech, "Now gentlemen, the folders you are now receiving, contain some important documents. There is a copy of our planned itinerary, a list of clothing and personal items you will be required to bring, the all important permission slip, that your parents or care givers MUST sign, and return, with payment, in the envelope provided, no later than two weeks time. There is a list for them to complete, stating any particular dietary requirements or medical issues that the school must be made aware of, as well as some pictures of the camp and facilities.
As eighty excited kids started opening the folders, Father Ryan tried in vain to keep their excitement in check, warning them not to lose anything, and make sure everything was read and understood. After a few more salient points were addressed, the boys were released back into the care of their respective home room teachers, and started to shuffle out, laughing and joking excitedly.
However, not every boy was overjoyed by the news. As they filed out of the room, a careful observer could have easily picked out two obvious exceptions.
Dan and Scott were both a lot more subdued than their classmates, as if they had something worrying on their minds. |
Chapter 26:
"I just don't wanna go mum. That's it!"
Sue put her fork down, and looked across the table at her son. She still thought of him as her "little boy," and at times like this, it was kind of easy to see why. He was wearing his footie pyjamas and a tape up diaper, and was nearly on the verge of tears after unpacking his school bag and pulling out a wet pull up and onesie. He didn't want to go to camp, and looked very young and vulnerable right now, almost like a belligerent toddler who didn't want to eat his vegetables, not the same young man who proudly had a girlfriend who he constantly talked about.
"I know mate. But you can't avoid these things forever. You've got another four years of school to go after this one, eventually you'll have to go to camp."
"No I don't," he said defiantly. "You let me skip grade six and seven camps, why is this one so bloody important to ya?"
Sues voice took on a harder edge. "Watch your language when you talk to me mate, or you'll find yourself grounded very quickly. If you want to see Amy tomorrow, you'll calm down. Now. Got it?"
He sighed, suitably chastised. "Sorry mum. But I don't know why I have to go. I missed the last two okay, so why now?"
"Danny, you're getting older. You're expected to do more stuff as you get older, and not just drop out. In year six, I had to see the principal, and explain about your night problems. She really wanted you to go, and offered a range of helpful suggestions, but you were adamant that you didn't want to, so I let you stay home. Then, do you remember last year. Grade seven at your old school?"
Dan nodded. That was around the time his day time accidents had started up again.
Sue continued. "You were actually looking forward to camp then, before your bladder started playing up. We had it all planned. You would sneak your pull ups in your sleeping bag, and it wouldn't be a problem with some help from the teachers. I paid for your trip, bought you a new sleeping bag and new clothes, then you didn't want to go anymore. It cost me a lot of money, just so you could spend three days moping around the house bored. And we had to lie to the school, telling them you were suddenly sick. Well I'm not doing that again this year Danny. This year, all your teachers know about your problems, and they've agreed to help you out in anyway they can. You're already wearing protection to school without a problem,"
Dan took that as an opportunity to interrupt, wanting to argue the point, "Yes but mum, I can't wear..."
"Shut up Dan. I'm taking now. Let me finish. Like I said, you're wearing protection to school, and it's working. You wet yourself today for Christs sake and got away with it because you were able to handle the situation in a mature manner, not like the other day, when you wet yourself outside the bloody toilet because you couldn't be bothered to stop playing with your bloody ball!"
Again he started to interrupt, and again he was quickly stopped by his mother.
"You've had two slumber parties with Amy, and even gone out without wearing any protection, and you've managed your problems very well, because you've had to! It seems to me like there are two Daniels sometimes, the big Daniel who is mature and responsible, and can face his problems with maturity and common sense, and the little Daniel who just forgets how things work in a grown up world, and wants to hide from his problems without dealing with them.
Hearing his mother use the words "Little Daniel" brought a big, deep flush to his cheeks. He knew that his mother was unaware of the kiddie games that he played with Amy, but it made him uncomfortable to hear her use their secret code words for pretending to be little kids. Sue noticed his blushing reaction, but misinterpreted it's cause.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to make you feel like a baby, it's just that I know you can handle this thing, cause I see you do it daily, but then I see you have silly mishaps like the other day, ones that you simply shouldn't have, especially if you were paying attention like you should be."
Dan didn't cry, but his breath hitched in his throat a bit, and he could feel tears stinging the corners of his eyes. "I know mum. I already told you I was sorry for that. I didn't do it on purpose, but I know I shouldn't have done it at all. But that's why I'm scared. What if I get caught out at camp? What if we're doing some stupid activities and there's no toilets around? What if my Goodnight leaks? How am I gonna change for bed, or in the morning? It's just too bloody hard!"
Sue reached her hand out, placed it on the top of his, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"This is why I really think that you need to go Danny. To learn some responsibility, and how to manage yourself better. It's time you started taking some more control over your incontinence, and thinking about it more"
"I do think about it mum," he replied hotly. "It seems like it's all I think about sometimes, and I'm absolutely freaking sick of thinking about it!"
"So what do you plan on doing for the rest of your life mate?" Sue was calm, but curious. "Do you plan on just living at home forever, with me doing your washing for you? Do you plan on only ever going places where there's a toilet nearby? Do you plan on only ever hanging out with Amy, because she's the only other person who knows? Do you plan on working from home when you grow up, so you never have to leave the house anymore?"
"Of course not mum. Now you're just being stupid!"
"Oh. Stupid am I? I'm not the one who wets his pants while playing outside. And I'm not the one who won't man up and face his problem like a grown up should. You even told me how your mate from school wets the bed, but he still manages to go to camp. If he can do it, I don't know why you can't!"
"Scott's different mum. He only wets at night, and his mates know about it. They help him deal with it."
"But they're your mates too Daniel! At least they could be, if you'd only open up a bit and let them! You're always texting and chatting to them, and don't think I didn't see the Facebook post you sent them with Amy and the other girl kissing you...."
Dan dropped his fork, his mouth hanging open. "What? How? Whaddya mean?"
"Come on son. You know how Facebook works! I see stuff that you're tagged in to. I must say, a couple of your friends have worse potty mouths than you do!"
"Ah shit mum," he mumbled.
"Don't stress Danny. But the point I'm making, is your old enough to have a girlfriend and be seen kissing in public. You're mature enough to manage your problems on a daily basis, although admittedly a limited one. You've got friends who have to deal with it is well..."
Again he interrupted her. "I toldya mum. Scotts problem isn't as bad as mine, and..."
"Forget bloody Scott! What about your girlfriend? What about Amy? If your problems worse than Scotts, well Amys is worse than yours! She deals with it, why can't you?"
"Amy hasn't been to school camp either mum....."
"Okay. Fuck it. You know what? I'm done. Do whatever you want!" Sue almost yelled it out.
Hearing his mother drop what she always referred to as "The F Bomb," was a massive shock to Daniel. He'd only ever heard her use it a handful of times in his life. It was a true indication of just how upset she was getting, and when he looked closer, he could see that she had tears in her own eyes. Only then did he realise the depth of her feelings about the issue.
"Sorry mum. I don't mean to sound like a spoiled brat, but Amy hasn't been to camp. Not yet, anyway."
Sue sighed, trying to get a grip on her emotions again. She was mad at her son, although she knew that she probably shouldn't be.
"I'm sorry too, Danny. It's just I don't know what else to do. I try very hard to give you every opportunity. I bend over backwards to help you deal with your problems, and I'm not just talking about buying diapers either. But I try to help you, I don't criticise you, I just let you go, and be here if you need me. I do your washing, I change your sheets, I take you to the doctors, talk to your teachers, make excuses for you, anything I can do for you, I do."
Dan couldn't answer, afraid his voice may break with emotions, so he numbly nodded his head, while Sue kept talking.
"I just get frustrated sometimes mate. You're a hard kid to read sometimes. One moment you're dealing with your problems like a grown up, the next minute your putting yourself into situations where you have accidents that you simply shouldn't be having. A couple of weeks ago, you told me that you were thinking of wearing your big pull ups to school, and telling all your friends about them. That's after you cracked the sads initially about having to wear Goodnights to school. Then, suddenly, you became quite happy to wear them, and even started to wear your bigger ones out with no problem. Now, you've got a chance to go on a great trip, where you CAN wear the bigger ones, even if you don't tell anyone about it, and you'd be going with your friends, friends that have experience with dealing with this sort of thing, but Bam! Suddenly you're back to square one again, and you don't want to face up to it! I don't understand how the hell you expect to tell people about what underwear you've got on, but not be willing to actually try doing it in a safe environment! You could certainly hide them better underneath your casual clothes better than your uniform! But I don't see why you'd need to anyway. Your little Goodnights seem to usually do a good enough job. Just wear those, with your black jeans or black sweatpants. It wouldn't be hard to put a big nappy on at bedtime either, especially if you told your friends that you're like Scott, and need too! I'm sure we could arrange for you, Scott and your buddies to share the same cabin."
A thoughtful expression had crossed his still somewhat childish looking features, but he didn't say anything. Deciding that she'd said enough on the topic for now, she concluded.
"Anyway mate. At the end of the day, it's your call. If you don't want to go, fine, don't go. But I'm telling you, I won't be lying to the school again, and you won't be staying home pretending to be sick. You'll keep going to school, and they'll put you in a year nine class for a few days. No, don't interrupt. That's exactly what it says in their parents letter. Here, read it for yourself."
She pushed the letter across the table, and he shuddered as he read it, confirming exactly what his mother had said.
"If, for any reason, your child is unable to attend this years camp, which is a curriculum activity, he will be expected to attend school as per normal. We will place him temporarily in a year nine class, and he will be expected to use the time for study and revision. During this time, he will not participate in any sports, music, information technology, drama, nor science activities or classes. If his designated class has these activities scheduled, your child will spend that time doing silent reading in the library. If your child has......"
Dan stopped reading, and the colour drained from his face a bit. He silently pushed the letter back to his mother. She had him over a barrel. He couldn't stay home, but would be placed in a big kids class. He didn't even know his way around their classes. They were in a seperate building on the other side of the school yard. The year sevens and eights were referred to as the juniors, and year nine and upwards were seniors, and pretty well segregated from the juniors campus. Even though those kids were only a year or two older than him, some of them looked like giants, and were physically intimidating to look at, at least for the juniors. The size difference between the smallest grade eights and the biggest year nines could be nothing short of incredible, even though the age gap was minimal. Dan paled at the thought of spending three days locked in with "The Big Kids."
"I'll tell you what mate. Ask Amy what she thinks tomorrow. You'll probably listen to her more than me anyway. I'll be dropping you off at ten, okay?"
Dan mumbled his thanks, and got up to empty his plate, his usual substantial appetite now non existent. After putting his plate in the dishwasher, he trudged slowly up to his room to think.
For the next hour or two, he just sort out f floated. He couldn't be bothered booting up his computer, he didn't feel like playing his PS, and he couldn't concentrate on his book. At the same time, he had no desire to sit downstairs with his mother either. He considered calling Amy, but they had already spoken earlier, and made plans to spend the day at her house tomorrow.
Eventually he opened his closet, and started absentmindedly going through some boxes stashed in the bottom of it, eventually opening one, and exclaiming in delight at what he'd found. His old Lego set. He hadn't played with Lego for a long time, deciding after his twelfth birthday that he was now too grown up for it. But he wasn't feeling very grown up now. He carried the box to his desk, cleared some space, and carefully emptied the contents into a messy pile.
He was about to start playing with it, when he felt the urge to pee building up. He hadn't peed since he had arrived home from school nearly five hours ago.
He was feeling little, naughty, and more than a touch rebellious. He took his pacifier from his nightstand, and put it in his mouth, as he waddled towards his mirror. It was amazing how it made him feel, it was even better than smoking. Even if he did have any cigarettes, and the chance to smoke them, he had the realisation that for now, at least, he'd actually rather be sucking on his dummy over a cigarette.
He stood in front of his mirror, and looked at his reflection. He looked very young in his blue footie pyjamas, with his diapers waistband sticking out of his pants, and the blue paci in his mouth, and he felt a sense of calmness washing over him, even though his heart rate actually picked up a bit as he knew what he was about to do.
"Fuck it. I'm in control here," he whispered around his paci, as he let go of his bladder in a controlled release, exactly as he would do having a pre-emptive strike. Wearing the super thick tape up, while standing, and controlling his flow, virtually eliminated any risk of leaking, and over the next minute he gradually emptied his bladder, a squirt, dribble, or trickle at a time, and his diaper contained it completely, without so much as a single drop escaping.
By the time he'd finished, his nappy was very swollen, but hadn't even sagged. His entire private area was encased in a warm, wet cloud, and it felt very good indeed. He sighed contentidley, and waddled to his desk, where he sat down on his chair, and felt his nappy squishing around his bum.
For the next two hours, he sucked on his dummy, leaked some more in his diaper, played with his Lego, and basically blotted out all confusing thoughts of the outside world.
By the time he started yawning, it was nearly midnight, and he swept his old toys back into the box, and put it back in the closet. It only took him 5 minutes to wash himself and change his nappy for a dry one, and he fell asleep almost straight away, and slept well.
He was wet again in the morning, but that didn't seem to matter. He was back in control of his feelings again, at least for now.
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As kids grow up, they slowly move forward, away from childish pastimes. Sometimes, they cling onto their old habits longer than they should, sometimes they can put stuff behind them too early, then feel the need to revisit it later.
That would be the last time that Daniel would ever play with his old toys. He just didn't realise it at the time. If you had of told him that as he stuffed the flimsy old box back into his closet, he probably would've just shrugged, not realising the magnitude of the occasion. But growing up is marked by milestones, and although probably insignificant in the grand scheme of things, in years to come, an older Daniel would reminisce on his youth, and wonder when the exact moment came that he stopped playing with toys.
He would never accurately recall.
Edited August 29, 2016 by Barry
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Chapter 27:
"Wear jeans / bring jeans!" The message had read.
Dan had woken up, stretched his legs, and sighed when he felt the wetness around his bum. After running his hand across his backside and the sheets, but finding no wet spots, he had reached for his phone, finding this enigmatic message from Amy. In truth, it wasn't really enigmatic, and he smiled to himself as he realised that she was already planning some new games. They had talked after school yesterday, and she had asked him over, explaining that Sonia was working all day, and they'd have the house to themselves. Neither of them had a lot of money, and after hitting their parents up heavily for their previous trip to Adventure World, they weren't likely to get any extra, so a quiet day was all they could afford.
Amys message triggered a memory from last weekend. Amy, Nikki, and himself sitting around in a circle on the lawn, talking about wearing wet pants. Nikki had asked what they usually wore when they played their games, and the answer had been shorts, swimsuits, and diapers.
"Not jeans?" Nikki asked, "I like wetting my jeans when I can, I just don't get a lot of chances to do it."
Both Amy and Daniel said that they had both had accidents in jeans before, but never around each other while playing.
"We've gotta do that Catholic boy! We'll have to try it in jeans one day!"
Apparentlly that day had arrived.
Dan thought about it as he lay there, wriggling his butt around, enjoying the feeling of a warm, soggy morning nappy squashing around between his legs. He thought he may wear his sweatpants when he left, and take his jeans in his bag. If he wore jeans out, and they got wet, he'd have to dry them before he got home. It would be easier if his mother didn't know he had them, and he was wearing the same pants when she picked him up.
He sent her a reply, "Will bring 2 pairs" and he received a thumbs up icon shortly after, followed by "start drinking mate..."
As most teenage boys often do, he had woken up with a hard on. Thinking about seeing his girlfriend wet her jeans later had only made it stronger, and after his unintentional orgasm in the pool, he was determined not to do a similar thing again. He put his dummy in his mouth, then opened the tapes of his diaper, and slid a shaky hand inside. His self pleasuring was short and sharp, and in less than two minutes his stockinged toes were curling tightly as he exploded his excitement into his nappy. With that out of the way, he showered quickly, and was soon downstairs, pyjamas on again but sans nappy, greeting his mother.
At first there was a touch of tension between them, a result of their argument from the day before, but as Sue dished up bacon and scrambled eggs, they gradually got over it, and fell into their familiar pattern.
"How did you go last night mate?"
"I wet again, but the beds okay, no mess."
"Alright, but can you open your window before you leave? Air it out a bit?"
"Okay mum."
"It's a bit cooler today Danny. I think you guys certainly got the last of the good weather for Adventure World last week. It's really starting to cool down now. You might want to wear a jumper and long pants today. Were you cold last night?"
"I'm already planning on wearing long pants mum," he replied, grinning to himself, "and no, I wasn't cold, these PJ's are nice and warm!"
"Okay Dan," Sue continued, "just so you know what's happening, I'll take you to Sonias at ten, then she's going to work, so I'm sure I don't need to remind you about behaving yourself do I?"
He shook his head.
"For Gods sake keep your hands to yourself. Kissing is one thing, but I don't want you guys going any further, got it?"
This time he nodded vigorously.
"Sonia finishes at three, and I'm meeting her in Subiaco, and we're going out for afternoon tea with a friend, then we'll be back later in the day. You and I will probably stay for dinner at their place. I don't want you and Amy galavanting around the country side, alright?"
Dan looked confused, "What's that mean mum?"
"It means staying home. I don't want you guys going into the city or anything. You can go to the park or stuff like that, but I want you to stay at Amys house. It worries me when you go traipsing around and I don't know where you are."
"Don't worry mum. We're not planning on going anywhere, we're just gonna play at her place."
"Good stuff then. Go and pack your bag and get dressed, and we'll leave shortly."
Dan took his plate out, but before he left, he walked up to Sue and hugged her fiercely. After the tension between them from the previous evening, it felt good.
"Thanks mum. I love you...."
"Love you too," she replied, a bit shocked by his sudden display of affection, "now get your butt into gear!" She swatted him on the backside hard, expecting that he was padded, and when he yelped in pain, she realised that he wasn't diapered.
"Oh Danny! I'm sorry! I thought you had your nappy on!"
But Dan didn't care, it was the funniest thing he'd seen her do for a while, and he cracked up laughing at the look of shock on her face, and she soon joined in as well. Rubbing his butt with an exaggerated look of pain on his face, he made sure he limped dramatically out of the room, causing Sue to throw a tea towel at him. He entered his room to hear his phone notifying him of a new message. "Bring some extra diapers," it read.
Grinning broadly, excited about what may lay ahead, he stripped naked in front of his mirror. He of course examined his body thoroughly, and was happy to discover his pubic hair looked a bit thicker, and he definitely had some more hair under his arms. His legs however remained almost bald, with just a few straggling hairs around his ankles, but he noticed a few hairs on his big toes that hadn't been there last week. When he leaned in for a closer inspection of his face, (primarily checking for pimples,) he noticed that a few early hairs were growing in the corners of his top lip! Admittedly not many, and he had to turn his head into the light to really see them, but they were there! He was finally getting some facial hair! He also thought he had lost some weight, although he had no idea exactly what his weight was. But his chubby tummy didn't seem quite so chubby anymore. "I'll start riding my bike a bit more" he told himself, "try and lose this gut."
Dan went into his bathroom, did his hair, brushed his teeth, and applied a generous amount of nappy rash cream, followed by talc. Some deodorant finished his grooming regime, and he padded naked back into his room to pack his bag and select his clothes. Placing his open backpack on his bed, he considered his options.
He started by getting dressed. White socks, a Molicare pull up, black shiny sweatpants, a white 5SOS T-shirt, and a blue Billabong hoodie. Next came his bag, to which he added two more Molicare pull ups, two Molicare tape ons, and three Goodnights. It was excessive, but Amy had said to bring extras, and he didn't know why, but he would do as she asked. He opened the drawers of his dresser, assessing his options. Knowing that wetting would be involved, he wanted jeans that would show off any wet spots that may occur. He decided on an old pair of faded blue Levis, with rips in both knees, so pale that they were almost white. Digging deep, he pulled out a very old pair of tan coloured corduroy jeans, and held them up for closer examination. He hadn't worn them for nearly two years, and wondered if they would still fit him. It only took a few seconds to strip his sweats off, and try the cords on. He had to hold his stomach in a little bit to do the button up, and the hems finished above his ankles, showing his socks off, and the legs were tighter than he was used too, but they fitted, although somewhat tightly. He turned in front of the mirror, observing that they were tight enough to show his diaper bulge. These would be an excellent option, as they would not only show off any potential accident that he may have, but he wouldn't have to try and sneak them into the washing later, as his mother had more than likely forgotten all about them, so he could just throw them out. Whilst he wasn't currently wearing underwear, he considered that it may be required, so he added a pair of white Y-fronts, and some grey cotton boxers as well, trying to guess as to what Amy may prefer seeing him in. The possibility of getting his T-shirt wet made him add a spare, and with the addition of his pacifier, he was packed and ready for whatever wet fun that his girlfriend may have in mind.
The next step, was to start over hydrating. So he poured himself a large glass of water, drank it, followed by another one. He didn't know what was planned, or how long it would be until he could pee safely, but he was wearing a nappy underneath his silky black pants, so even if he had an early accident, it probably wouldn't matter. Throwing his phone charger in, and grabbing a Coke from the fridge, he was ready to go.
Sues car pulled up in the driveway at 10:20, and Danny was out of the car almost before it had stopped.
"Bye mum, see ya later," he shouted, as he grabbed his bag and ran to the door. Before he got there, Sue saw it swing open, and Amys head pop out. She had obviously been waiting for them. She watched as the girl threw her arms around her sons neck, pulling him close for a cuddle. Amy looked up, saw Sue sitting there, and offered a sheepish grin while waving coyly at her. Sue returned the wave, and started reversing out of the driveway with mixed emotions.
She liked Amy. A lot. In the short time they had known each other, she already thought of the girl almost as family. The positive effect that the girl had had on her son was nothing short of amazing, and she was incredibly fond of her. But she was also a bit worried. Kids will be kids, regardless of any amount of parental warnings, and she was starting to get concerned about what the two of them might possibly get up to. Yes, she did trust them, and yes, Danny was still "a little boy" in her eyes, but the difference between seeing her diapered son, in his cute little pyjamas, and the young man standing there cuddling his girlfriend was immense.
Sue would never, ever admit it, but a touch of jealousy was also involved. Her little guy was getting to the age where he didn't need his mummy as much, and it kind of hurt a bit. She shook herself internally, gave a big sigh, and drove away as the door closed.
Dan followed Amy into the house, listening as she explained how her mother had gone into work earlier than planned. He was about to grab her from behind, and throw her onto the couch, giving her the biggest welcoming kissing session ever, but as they entered Amys lounge room, he stopped in his tracks, at the sight of Nikki sitting happily on the couch.
"Hi Danny," she squealed excitedly. |
Chapter 28:
"Umm, hi Nikki," Dan exclaimed, sliding a sideways glance towards Amy, "how are you?"
Nikki was obviously bubbly, "I'm fantastic! How are you? I'm sooo looking forward to today. We're gonna have a lot of fun, aren't we?"
"Umm. Sure, I mean, I guess...." Dan said, his voice trailing off.
"Excuse us Nik," Amy piped in, "I just wanna have a quick word with my boyfriend, private stuff you know. Danny, bring your bag to my room."
Nikki just smiled knowingly, and Amy grabbed Dans hand, and led him down the hall to her bedroom, quietly closing the door behind them. She stood up on her toes and kissed him, and after a couple of seconds, he responded.
"What's she doing here Ames? I thought it was just gonna be us today. I really need to talk to you about some stuff......"
"Sorry baby. I didn't plan it. After I spoke to you, she called me, and wanted to know if I, or both of us, wanted to hang out with her today. She sounded like so lonely, I kinda ended up asking her over here instead. I hope you don't mind tooooo much?"
He flopped down on her bed. "It's not that bad, I guess, it's just I was kinda looking forward to being alone with you, that's all. We like spent time with her last week, and I sorta wanted some private time together. I've got some shit I really want to talk to you about, and it's kinda personal."
"It's that camp you mentioned, isn't it? It's bugging you?"
He sighed deeply, "Yeah. Basically. I had a big fight with mum last night, and I'm kinda confused about a lot of stuff. Just wanted your opinion on some shit, that's all."
"Well don't stress too hard Catholic boy. We've got all day, and probably tonight as well. You and your mum are staying for tea, and Nikkis being picked up later this afternoon, so we'll have heaps of time later."
She suddenly brightened up quite a lot, "But in the meantime, we've got the house to ourselves for a long time, and we certainly won't waste it!" She performed a delicate pirouette in front of him, "Like my jeans?"
Dan had been in a whirlwind since she had greeted him at the door. He had been so happy and excited to see her, that he hadn't actually noticed what she had been wearing, then he had had the wind taken out of his sails by Nikkis presence, and all thoughts of their possible activities had temporarily left his mind. While he was greatly looking forward to some wet games of course, his primary focus had been getting his girlfriends opinion on his upcoming camp. He'd planned on getting that out of the way first, then settling in for some fun afterwards.
Now he actually looked at her properly, taking in what she was wearing. Amy had on a very tight pair of faded blue denim, three quarter length jeans. They finished just under her knees, and clung tightly to her backside, almost like tights, and he could see the bulge of her nappy pressing firmly around her bum. Dan really liked Amys bum. It was pert, but not tiny, and had a nice round shape to it, and combined with her wide-ish hips, narrow waist, flat stomach, and big boobs, it gave her some really lovely curves. Below her jeans, her tanned calves disappeared into her white lacey ankle socks, the same ones that she had nearly ruined when she wore them around and in the pool all day a few weeks ago, after their first slumber party, and he remembered how she had soaked them in pee multiple times. She wore a white knitted jumper on top that was obviously old, and very baggy. The sleeves were so long that they kept sliding down over her hands, and she kept pushing them back up to her elbows. Even though it was very baggy, it didn't hide her large breasts, and he could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra. It was an intoxicating combination of youthfulness and sexiness, and she looked very cuddly indeed, and he told her this with a big smile, and a hidden half erect penis in his diaper.
She eyed his clothes off critically, taking in his silky trackies. "So where's your jeans mate? Thought you were wearing them as well?"
Dan explained how he'd decided to just bring them seperately, so he didn't have to worry about getting them dry, or be caught wearing different pants than he'd left home in, and Amy agreed that it was smart thinking.
"So let's see what you've bought then," she exclaimed excitedly.
Danny opened up his bag, noticing that his hands were trembling a bit, all concerns about Nikkis presence now vanquished, and just excited about what was to come. He held up both pairs one at a time for her inspection, and she grinned broadly at what he'd chosen. She was a bit worried that her invite to Nikki had upset him, and she had planned a little surprise for him later, but decided that she might give it to him now, and cheer him up a bit. At least she hoped it would.
"Now, Little Danny, take your shoes off please." Amy demanded in her take no nonsense voice, "I need to dress you properly! Have you got your paci?" Danny nodded numbly, and she continued. "You might as well put your dummy in then, and let me do this."
Dan stood up, dug out his paci, put in in his mouth, and kicked his shoes off without undoing his laces, and Amy sat on the bed in front of him. When he turned to face her, she wasted no time, reaching out and grabbing his sweat pants, and pulling them down to his ankles, and he automatically stepped out of them without being asked. But when she reached out for his pull up, he squealed, stepping back quickly.
She sternly admonished him, "Danny Jacobs! You come here right this instant! I need to check your nappy!"
Little Danny always did as Amy told him, so he shuffled his feet forward again, letting her take hold of his big pull up. She smiled at him, as she slowly pulled it down, exposing his boyhood, which hadn't decided whether it should stand up straight, or wither away and hide. It sort of just flopped there, engorged but not stiff, only inches away from her face. She pretended to ignore its presence, choosing instead to check the inside of his diaper, and finding it completely dry. But while she rubbed her hands through the soft padding, she couldn't help but keep stealing glances at the penis that was bobbing around in front of her eye level.
"My my Danny! You are a good boy! Your didee's still bone dry! You must be finally learning how to be a big boy at last! I've got a reward for you. You're going to wear some big boys knickers for a while, and we'll see if you can stay dry."
Danny stood there, trying to pull his hoodie down enough to cover his groin. He fumbled around in his bag with one hand, using the other one to keep his top held in place. After a moment, he managed to retrieve his boxer shorts, and nervously handed them in her direction, but she shook her head and frowned.
"They're not suitable for a little boy like you, not at all."
He scrunched them back into his bag, swapping them for his Y-fronts instead, and handing those to her. But again she was shaking her head with a condescending smile touching her lips.
"No Danny. Those are old man pants, not little boy pants. Don't worry, I went shopping this week, and bought you exactly what you need!" She reached down into her bottom bedside drawer, and pulled out her present.
"Tah Dah!" Amy said with a flourish, as she held up a brand new pair of girls panties. They were boy-leg style, high cut, and made of pink satin, with delicate pink lace around the waist and legs. "This is what you're going to wear today! Let's see if you can keep these dry, alright?"
Dan went pale, momentarily forgetting to keep his hoodie pulled down. As he stepped back in shock, his private parts became fully visible again, and seemed to have magically shrunken, almost disappearing into his pubic bush.
"What the actual fuck!? No way! No way Amy! Not on your life! No way....." His dummy fell out as he gibbered in fright.
Quick as a flash, she lunged off the bed, and slapped him across his bare bum, hard. It made a resounding noise, and brought tears to his eyes. It just happened to be she had slapped the exact same spot that his mother had earlier, and it stung. Grabbing him by both arms, she shook him roughly. She picked up his dummy, and firmly put it back in his mouth.
"Danny Jacobs! You watch your mouth! How dare you talk like that to me? Now come here please, quickly, and no fuss!" She dragged him forward a couple of steps, until he was back in his original position, and she sat on the bed once more. A quick examination of the pink satin panties worked out front from back, and she held them open in front of her.
"Step into these please, before you catch your death of cold!"
Dan felt all resistance leaving him. He realised that she couldn't actually force him to do this, but she wanted him to, and like most other things in their relationship, he really liked making her happy. Plus, he actually felt like he was in shock, and he just couldn't think clearly. Part of him rebelled at the thought of wearing girls panties, but, if Amy wanted him too, he would try it, if only to make her happy.
"Lift your foot up please," she commanded, and he did, putting one white socked foot into the leg hole, regaining his balance, the following with the other foot.
She pulled the panties up past his knees, then stopped, seeing how he'd pulled his top down in a vain attempt at some privacy.
"Stop pulling on your top Danny, you'll end up stretching it, carrying on like that! Hands by your sides please."
Feeling utterly defeated, the boy did as he was told, letting his hands hang loosely at his sides, as Amy lifted his shirt, giving herself a perfect view of his naked crotch, which was again at eye level with her.
"Oh my! It looks like someone is going to sleep down here," she informed him, and reached out to gently touch his penis, which was trying its best to disappear into his pubes. But at the first gentle touch of her fingertips, it suddenly twitched, and started to elongate, and was soon standing proudly, with its tip glistening in the light.
His breathing was coming in short, shallow gasps, and when she actually grabbed it, he shivered and moaned loudly.
"That's better!" Amy declared, "Now I can see what I'm dealing with here." She smiled at him, and he gave her a watery smile back, and they remained like that for a few seconds, and she didn't let go as they looked into each other's eyes. She felt him twitch in her hand, and saw how the head of his member was all wet and shiny, and she let him go at last, stretching the elastic of the panties wide, and pulling them swiftly up. Straight away, a wet spot appeared on the front, only an inch across, but somehow shinier than a normal pee spot would be.
"It looks like you're already a bit wet, Little Danny. Try and be a big boy now, and tell me if you need the potty. Remember, you're not wearing a didee anymore."
"I don't think I'll forget," he muttered, finally relieved to have his private parts covered up, even though it was with pink satin.
"Now your blue jeans," she commanded. "They've got some holes in them, and look old, so if you DO have an accident, at least you won't ruin your good cords."
Before he passed them to her, he stepped in front of her mirror, and looked at his reflection, seeing the dark wet spot clearly on the bright pink satin. He spun around and looked at his backside, and actually kind of liked the way it looked, encased in pink, and he couldn't help rubbing his hands across his cheeks, revelling in the silky smoothness. Turning to face the mirror again, he quickly pulled them down and looked at the inside, seeing how they had a layer of white cotton sewn into the gusset, then he quickly pulled them up again, before Amy could tell him off.
When he turned back towards her, she was holding his jeans open for him to step into, so he did, and she pulled them up snugly, buttoning the waist, and pulling his fly up.
She stood up, and they grinned at each other, then, without speaking, they embraced tightly, and he threw his paci back into his bag, then they kissed, allowing their tongues to probe deep inside each other's mouths.
Once they pulled away from each other, Dan looked at her sternly. "What about Little Amy? Does she need her didee checked now too?"
"Not now, Catholic boy. But I'm sure she will later, after Nikkis gone home......"
With that, she skipped out of the room. Dan didn't dare follow her immediately, as his jeans were sticking out in front of him too severely to be easily hidden.
Edited September 1, 2016 by Barry
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Chapter 29:
It took Dan a couple of minutes to get himself back under control again. He was very glad that he'd had the foresight to masturbate earlier, as he knew that he probably would have had an embarrassing mishap when Amy had been touching, then holding him. He went into the bathroom, where he splashed cold water on his face with trembling hands. The cold shock of water made him realise that his need to pee, bought on by a cup of tea, two glasses of water, and a can of Coke, was starting to make itself known. Feeling vulnerable without a nappy on, he gave his crotch a light squeeze, mainly to ensure that his excitement had finally died down enough, and shivered as he felt his jeans sliding over the cool satin that now covered his boyhood. He hated to admit it, but it felt kind of nice......
Arriving back to the girls, he found Amy had filled a pitcher with iced tea and ice cubes, and had produced three chilled glasses, and his friends were sitting at the dining room table. A quick glance at Nikki confirmed his first impression, she was wearing a dress, the same one that she'd worn to Adventure World. Her excitement was almost palpable, and she wriggled and bounced around on her chair happily.
"Nice jeans Dan! I've done the same thing you did. Bought mine from home so my mum doesn't know I'm wearing them. I'm gonna put 'em on later. Are you wearing a diaper?"
Dan felt himself blushing at her directness. "Ah, no, not exactly. I'm, um, wearing underpants at the moment." Amy was sitting behind Nikkis field of vision, and Dan saw her almost choke on her drink when she heard his reply. At least she hadn't shared his secret with Nikki, he thought gratefully, as he sat on a chair beside Nikki, and felt his silky backside sliding across the inside of his jeans.
"Soooo, what're we gonna do today?" Nikki asked impatiently.
"We're going to drink heaps," Amy replied, "then just see what happens."
"I've been doing that already," said Nikki, "I was up nice and early this morning, and I've drank nearly a litre of water cordial! I tried to like hold on and not go to the toilet at all after I got up, but I ended up wetting myself a bit, well, more than just a bit really, and I had to run and go."
This of course was of great interest to Dan, and he had to ask, "You wet yourself? What were you wearing?"
"My pyjamas. It's getting colder at nighttime now, so I dug my flannel pyjamas out, cause they're warmer than a nightie, and I had my pee panties on as well. My PJ's are like a light purple colour, and I made a really big wet spot on the front of them.
"What happened Nik?" Amy asked eagerly.
"Well my mum asked me to hang some washing out, and I was standing at the line, absolutely busting, and I'd just made up my mind that I'd have to go, like it or not, when I lost control. I stuffed my hand into my lap, and I could feel I was wet, and I had a bit running down my leg as well, so I just bolted inside as fast as I could, straight past mum, and ran to the loo, peeing in my pants the whole way!"
"Wow," said Amy, "Didya get into trouble?"
Nikki sighed. "Not realllly. She was a bit pissed at me, but I just told her the truth. Kind of. That I was trying to hold on till I'd finished my chore, but had an accident. I just didn't tell her that I hadn't been to the loo all morning, that's all! At least Troy was still in bed, so he didn't see me. I was a bit annoyed though, cause the knickers I was wearing were the ones I'd been peeing in all week, and I was gonna wear them here today, that's why I had them on, but mum made me have a shower, and she took all my wet stuff from my bedroom and washed it, so I had to put clean knickers on." She smiled wickedly at her friends, "But they won't stay clean for long though! I'm busting again already, and I bought a couple of spare pairs, so I'll be able to start dirtying them up again, but she won't know!"
"Do you want to wear a diaper again?" Amy asked.
"Sure do! More than anything, but later on though. I've kinda got a plan of something else I'd like to do first. Do you guys want to hear it?"
Amy and Dan were nodding enthusiastically, fully caught up not only in Nikkis story, but in her enthusiasm as well.
"Okay. You guys remember last week? How I wanted to pretend to be a little kid, like you both do, but I couldn't seem to like get into it? Well I thought about it all week, and I think I know how to! I thought we might go to the park, and I'll wet my pants, just like I used to do when I WAS little, then you guys can like be in charge of me, and make me wear a nappy, cause I've been naughty! Whaddya think?"
Her friends looked at each other, back at her, and started laughing. At first Nikki was embarrassed, and thought that she'd just made a fool of herself, but when they started talking over the top of each other at once, she saw how much they liked the idea.
"That's great Nik!"
"Love it!"
"Of course we can!"
Amy had a slightly different idea though, which she put forward. "Only problem is Nik, that I want to be little too! I've been bossing Danny around more lately, and I think it's his turn to be in charge of both of us. That is if you want to be in charge of two naughty little girls Dan?"
"Of course I want to," he replied hastily, but what're you gonna do Ames? Take your nappy off and use your pants as well?"
"No, I can't be bothered changing again now. I'm wearing a big pull up now, and it's already kinda wet. I might just stay as I am, and let you tell me to use it or something. Whaddya think?"
"I think it's fucking awesome to tell you the truth," he replied with a chuckle, and the girls joined in, and soon they were all laughing uproariously together.
It was only when Nikki clenched her legs together, moaning "Nononono. Stopstopstop! Oh, I'm gonna piss myself!" That they started to calm down, not wanting to spoil what sounded like an excellent plan. The talk turned to how much they had already drank each today, and like Dan, Amy had been taking in as much fluid as she could. Two cups of tea, an ice tea, and two glasses of water.
"That's why my pull ups wet already," she explained, "I had an accident even before Nikki got here. Started leaking and couldn't stop!"
They compared their levels of desperation, and all of them needed to go, with Nikki appearing to be the most desperate, but Dan was quickly catching up. He was worried about going to the park without a nappy on, but after some encouragement from the girls, he decided to give it a go.
Dan cleared his throat, and put on a deeper, more grown up voice, taking charge of the situation. "Alright girls, do you want to go and play in the park? If so, let's hurry up before it rains, okay?" Both girls squealed in childish excitement, trying to slip into their roles of being little kids.
"Oh yes please!"
"Can we please? Can we?"
"I said I'd take you, and I will. But do you need to go to the potty first? There's no potty at the park, so you'll need to hold on. Little Nikki, what about you? You're not wearing a didee, remember? You told me that you're a big girl, so I'm letting you wear your big girl panties, can I trust you?"
Looking suitably shy, Nikki lowered her eyes, and sounded contrite. "Yes Danny. I'll be good. I don't wanna wear a didee, I wanna wear panties!"
"Do you need the potty first?" Dan asked sternly, causing Nikki to shake her head vigorously in denial.
"Little Amy, what about you? You've got a didee on, do you need it changed, or do you want to wear big girl pants like Little Nikki here?"
"My didees okay Danny. I wanna leave it on!"
They quaffed their drinks down, and left, walking out into the gloomy, overcast day. The wind was blowing from the not too distant ocean, bringing with it the slightest tang of salt and seaweed, while the heavy clouds scuttled and built overhead, bringing with them the promise of rain later. It was the coldest day in months, and the first real sign that Autumn was truly entrenched, and Winter was sharpening its bitter knives. Perth residents like the heat, and even though it wasn't even raining yet, the streets were a lot more subdued than usual. Of course the ever present traffic could be heard, that never stopped, regardless of the weather, but nobody was mowing lawns, or sitting around on their porches listening to the radio, and no kids were playing outside, at least on Amys street. But the three young teenagers were almost oblivious to this, and made up for the apparent lack of noise by chattering and giggling gaily as they made the short walk to the park.
Nikki shivered a bit. She had put a pink denim jacket on over her dress, which was an odd combination, but she explained that it was meant to be worn with her jeans later, and it was the only extra top that she'd brought. Slipping out of little mode for a moment, she exclaimed, "Oh man it's fresh today, isn't it? This is really making me want to pee! I'm gonna have a real accident soon, I won't have to pretend at all!"
Dan was starting to think along the same lines. He wasn't in The Danger Zone yet, where a real loss of control was probable, but, like Nikki, the cold wind was accelerating his burgeoning need by the minute. He found himself absentmindedly squeezing at his crotch, and it was only when he felt the unfamiliar sensation of satin sliding around under his pants, that he even realised that he was doing it.
Amy was probably in the best position for a change. She hadn't told her friends the complete truth about her earlier accident, and it had been a lot bigger than she had let on. She had been wearing the same big pull up that she was still wearing now, and when the leaking started, she had frozen on the spot, trickling uncontrollably, and was waiting for her bladder to empty itself enough to get it back to a manageable level, when she had suddenly sneezed, turning her trickle into a strong spurt, which had opened the floodgates completely, causing her to lose all control. Standing in the kitchen, she just simply couldn't stop peeing at all, and had ended up completely emptying her bladder into her nappy. Once she'd finished, she was about to change into a fresh one, but at that exact moment Nikki had arrived, so she greeted her, and they had started talking. Dan had arrived not ten minutes later, and she had taken him to the bedroom and teased him, still intending to change, but in the end, she hadn't. Amy liked the feeling of a warm, full diaper, and for no other reason than that, had left it on. She didn't want to admit to the others that she'd already fully wet herself, because she knew that they were getting desperate, and even though she couldn't help it, it seemed strangely unfair somehow that she wasn't in the same situation as they were. By leaving her wet nappy on, it somehow levelled the playing field a bit, because she knew that even though she was no longer desperate, even a minor accident would probably result in a leaking diaper, and her pants would end up wet as well. These thoughts were pushed out of the way as they crossed the road, and entered the park, heading towards the playground.
The kids climbed into the fort, out of the wind, and sat down. Nikki produced her cigarettes from her jacket, and they lit up, inhaling deeply. The girls sat side by side, with Dan opposite them, and Amy noticed how her friends kept wriggling around.
"You guys really need to go, huh?"
They agreed that they did, and Dan pointed out that he was getting worried about not having a nappy on, and said he'd like to finish their smokes, play their games, and go back, before he had a big, unprotected public accident.
"But first though, I need to know that you girls are going to behave yourselves! Are your underpants still dry Little Nikki?"
Nikki absolutely floored him with her response. Not in a million years, would Dan have guessed what the girl would do next. "They sure are!" Nikki giggled in an excited, childish squeal, "Look!"
She lifted her dress up high, all the way to her belly button, and proudly revealed her dry panties. She was wearing little girl style knickers, faded yellow, with green trim, and a picture of Elsa from Frozen emblazoned on the front. She stuck her legs out in a Y shape, giving Danny, sitting in front of her, a totally unobstructed view of her underwear, then swivelled towards Amy, showing her as well.
"Im a big girl," she exclaimed proudly.
Dan swallowed hard at the sight of Nikkis underwear, as seeing a girls panties on open display was definitely something that he wasn't used to. In an effort to gain some control of the situation he chastised her. "Nikki, big girls don't flash their panties around like that, okay? Pull your dress down and behave yourself! Now it looks like it's going to rain soon, so if you girls want to play, you better be quick."
He slid down the slide, and took up position on the bench beside the playground, with the girls following him. Nikki kicked of her black flats, saying she hated getting sand in her shoes, with Amy agreeing, sliding her Converse off, but leaving her white lacy socks on because she knew how much her boyfriend liked them.
At first it was a bit awkward. The girls wanted to play like small children, but it just didn't come naturally to be play acting around others, but after a few minutes, they started getting the hang of it. There was a swing set beside the fort, and the girls pestered Danny to push them on it. He stood behind them, and got them going individually, and soon found his rhythm, alternating between Amy and Nikki as they swung back, laughing and cheering, egging him on to make them go higher and faster.
After that, they climbed up the side of the fort, and used the monkey bars to swing across to the main part, and took turns sliding down a firemans pole. As they played, Nikki felt her bladder swelling up more and more. She was getting uncomfortable, and knew her body well enough to know that a loss of control was almost imminent. She was almost as desperate as she had been when she had wet her pyjamas earlier that morning. It was uncomfortable by now, and holding on required a conscious effort, and she was resorting to stopping occasionally and holding herself with her hand, or crossing her legs, as she felt wave after wave of urgency wash over her. While she liked having real accidents, and totally enjoyed wetting on purpose, it felt weird letting herself get to this stage around other kids. If she had of been at school, she would of happily walked around the oval to pee through her knickers on the grass well before she arrived at this stage. At home, she would've comfortably sat on the toilet and peed her panties long ago, but letting herself get this far in a public scenario, with other people who were specifically waiting for her to have an accident was something different altogether, and she was surprised to find that although it was definitely awkward, she kind of liked it.
She slid down the slide, and stopped at the bottom, clenching her knees together tightly. She had felt her holding muscles loosen on the way down, and pee had almost escaped. It felt like it was right at the tip of her pee hole now, and she knew that a real accident was now almost unavoidable.
Amy and Dan had noticed her pausing of course, but didn't comment, wanting to see how she would react, and what she'd do. They didn't know if she would keep holding until she had a real accident, or whether she would end up faking one, but either way, it was enticing to watch.
Amy knew that she herself was now ready to go again, although not desperately. The cold weather, combined with her large fluid intake and her extremely weak bladder had seen to that, and she was having to make at least a small effort to hold on, although it wasn't too bad yet. But she could tell that her friends need was almost uncontrollable, and decided to try and hurry her along.
Amy slid down the slide again, and grabbed her crotch tightly.
"Dannnny. I need to go potty! Can you take me please?"
"You've got a nappy on remember? Just go wee in that," he replied.
"I don't wanna. I wanna go potty like a big girl! Can you help me put my shoes on please?" Amy said, as she waddled over to his bench, gripping her privates tightly. She sat beside him, and held her socks up in front of her, looking beseechingly at him.
Of course Dan didn't need too much persuasion to play with her feet, so he knelt in front of her, and grabbed her foot, brushing the sand off her sock, and slipping her shoe on. He was repeating the process with the other foot, when Amy let herself go, even pushing down on her bladder as she did so.
"Uh oh," she said loudly, and pulled her foot back raising both feet up in the air, and looking at the crotch of her jeans, and putting her thumb in her mouth without even realising that she was doing so.
Even though Amy hadn't been overly full, it only took that one firm push to start her bladder draining. As she sat there, legs raised, she felt a tingling warmth at her pee hole, followed by a hot, gushing sensation, and then, her already wet diaper, which was being pressed firmly against her sex by the tightness of her jeans, started to expand even further, and as she lost all control, a river of hot pee ran over her crotch, and down the crack of her bum.
Dan, who had been squatting in front of her, brushing the sand from her socks, told he later that he was sure that he had actually heard her urinating, and a firm, hissing sound had emanated from her pants. As he stared at her crotch, he saw first one, then two dark patches appear on the inside legs of he faded jeans, as her already wet diaper was overwhelmed, and started leaking from the leg guards. Amy could see this as well, but it was way too late to do anything about it now, and she wouldn't have been able to stop the flow even if she tried, so she watched in fascinated horror as her crotch became visibly wet.She kept sucking her thumb as she peed, as helpless as a small child would be in the same situation, and her thumb gave her some small comfort as she became wetter and wetter, with her boyfriends eyes only a meter away from her embarrassing "accident."
"I peed my pants," she declared. "My didee leaked Danny."
Dan snapped himself from his hypnotic stupor. "That's okay, Little Amy. That's why you have a didee on! You're not a big girl like Nikki yet. We can change you when we get home. It's alright." Turning his head, he looked for Nikki, finding her sitting directly behind him, poised at the top of the slide, with a birds-eye view of Amys wet pants.
"Come on Little Nikki. We have to go home. Amys wet herself."
Nikki looked down from her perch, with her eyes wide open.
"Danny, I need to pee too....."
Before he could respond, Nikki lifted her dress up, giving both Dan and Amy a perfectly unrestricted view of her Elsa panties. As they watched, he panties suddenly grew a darker shade of yellow, and Elsas picture changed shades. A strong stream of liquid was forcing its way through the flimsy cotton, and a river started to flow down the blue plastic slide.
"Daaaannnnny!" Nikki exclaimed, sounding upset, "Im wetting myself! I can't stop! Help me!"
There was nothing he could do of course, except for watch, and he did. Her panties had pee flowing out of them everywhere, through the crotch, the leg bands, and from beneath her backside. He noticed that she had pulled her dress out from underneath her, and was holding it up and out of the way, and she had hooked her bare feet over the edges of the slide, allowing her pee river an unobstructed path to the bottom, where it formed a puddle in a hollow of the slides base, which was overflowing the edge, and trickling into the sand below. Nikki peed for at least twenty seconds, before the torrent coming from her knickers finally gave a couple of sharp spurts, then tapered off, and finally dripped to a halt.
Nikki sat at the top of the slide, her thumb in her mouth, just like Amys was, and said in a sad, little girls voice, "Danny, I did an accident."
Although he was both shocked, and incredibly turned on, Dan managed to stay in character as her caregiver, and responded at once, although in a slightly wavering, high pitched tone of voice, betraying how unsettled he was feeling.
"Nikki," he almost squeaked, then managed to regain his normal voice, and tried again, this time more forcefully.
"Nikki! You naughty little girl. You told me that you didn't need a nappy on, but you do, don't you? Come down here right now!"
"Right now?"
"Yes Nikki. Right now please. I'll have to take both of you home to change now."
"Okay. If you say so...."
Nikki unhooked her feet, and while still holding her dress up above her panties with one hand, she pushed of with the other, and slide straight down the wet slide, with her bottom landing in the puddle, which was deep enough to make a splash, sending a brief waterfall of pee cascading of the bottom of the slide, further darkening the sand below.
"Look! I made a waterslide!" Nikki remarked childishly, sending Amy into fits of giggles. She sat in her own puddle, grinning mischievously up at Dan with wide eyed innocence, only adding a "Whoops," to her last remark.
Dan sighed with mock frustration, "What am I going to do with you two? You're supposed to be big girls, not little babies who pee in their pants like this."
"Sorry Danny," they replied in unison, which made the three of them crack up laughing.
Eventually Nikki stood up, dropping her dress again, and causing a slight pee trail to snake its way down her leg, crossing over the top of her bare foot. She absentmindedly wiped her other foot over it, smearing sand all over the wet skin, but she seemed untroubled by this altogether. "Stand up Amy, give us a look at your pants," she asked.
Amy stood up, and lifted her baggy jumper at the back as she turned around, showing off two decent sized half moon shaped wet patches, one on the underside of each of her buttocks. When she completed her turn, she lifted her jumper at the front, showing two clearly visible wet streaks on the inside of her upper thighs, marking clearly the exact spots where her leg guards had leaked.
Strangely enough there was no awkwardness between them, and the three of them grinned at each other like idiots, all talking at the same time about how much fun it all was.
Amy noticed Dan kept squeezing at his crotch every once in a while, and at first thought it was just because he was turned on by what they had done, but when she saw him bend his knees slightly, she realised that he himself was starting to feel the need to go as well. She also knew that he obviously wasn't wearing a dress, or even a leaky diaper, and any accident that he may have would have much further reaching complications when it came to him hiding it. She didn't want to cause him any public embarrassment, but she had to be honest with herself, she liked seeing him desperate. She decided to perhaps push him just a little bit further.
"Daannnyyy," she wheedled, turning little again, "I know we've been naughty, but can we stay just a little bit longer? Pwease? I want my pants to dry a bit before we walk home."
He was obviously a bit uncomfortable with the idea at first, but relented when Nikki begged him as well for "just ten more minutes." He wasn't sure whether or not it had anything to do with watching both of the girls wet their pants, but his urgency rating had started skyrocketing, and he was now well and truly in "The Danger Zone," where the possibility of a real accident was now firming to much shorter odds than before. He was of course fully aware of the implications of having an unprotected accident in his jeans, but it was only a short walk back to Amys house, and he figured that he could always tie his hoodie around his waist if the worst was to occur.
Besides, this was new ground now. He'd done lots of deliberate holding games with Amy, and a couple with Nikki as well, but they were always kind of safe. Although they kept raising the bar all the time. He had progressed from wetting his diaper at home or Amys, to wetting his pants in the privacy of their respective backyards, wetting his diaper in public, to peeing in his swimsuit at the beach with nobody around, to peeing in his wet shorts at a public amusement park. Taking a risk in dry pants in public seemed like a logical progression. He really didn't want to wet his pants, but it was kind of a fun thing to take a risk with, especially being with two pretty girls who not only liked the same thing, but who were already wet anyway.
By unspoken agreement, their "little time" seemed to be over. Now that the girls were wet, they appeared to be more interested in talking about it as big kids again, asking each other questions, and talking about how doing it made them feel. Amy suggested another smoke, so the three kids climbed back into the sanctuary of the fort, and sat down again, with Nikki lifting her dress up at the back before she sat down, so as not to get it wet by sitting on it. As they smoked and talked, Daniel was afforded a lovely view of Amys wet crotch, and occasional glimpses of Nikkis wet panties.
But while this was very arousing to the young man, it was quickly tempered by his own swiftly building need for urgent relief. He simply couldn't keep his legs still, and kept accidentally kicking the girls as he crossed and uncrossed his feet.
He was only three quarters of the way through his cigarette, when he felt his penis suddenly twitch sharply, and he gripped himself quickly, fully expecting to feel a wet spot. His jeans remained dry for the moment however, but now it felt like his pent up pee was sitting right at the tip of his penis, and he knew that he'd now pushed his luck as far as he dared to, and perhaps had gone to far already. He flicked his unfinished cigarette out of the fort, and quickly stood up, maintaining a death like grip on his boy parts, feeling the satin panties sliding around the shaft of his member, and getting an impression that they may perhaps be a bit wet already, although his faded jeans didn't reveal any mishaps.
"C'mon girls. We've gotta go. Like right away. I think I'm in trouble now."
Amy tried to tease him at first, asking to stay for a little bit longer until her own jeans had dried a bit more, but when he snapped his response, "Ames, at this stage I really don't give a fuck what you two do, but I like haveta go NOW!" She realised that he was past the point of good natured fun, and was seriously getting upset.
"Of course Babe," she replied, "I'm sorry, let's head off now then."
Nikki slipped her shoes on, and they headed back to Amys. It seemed like the street had suddenly came to life in their absence, and now people were out in their gardens, mowing lawns or weeding, and a few houses had little kids playing loudly in the driveways and front lawns. Amy had tied her jumper around her waist, with the arms hiding her wet crotch from view, and walked along with complete confidence, waving hello at people she knew with no apparent concerns in the world. Nikkis panties might be drenched, but they were safely hidden beneath her dress, and she too had no qualms about walking confidently along.
Danny of course felt like the eyes of the world were upon him, knowing that his impending accident would be highly visible, and there was absolutely no way that he could disguise it if it happened. If he did wet his pants, his idea of tying his own hoodie around his waist would be dreadfully ineffective when it came to hiding the disaster that was about to unfold in his jeans. He knew his silky underpants wouldn't do a single thing to conceal what he felt was an imminent and extremely embarrassing accident that was about to occur. He simply couldn't let go of his penis, or he'd wet himself instantly, so he walked down the road holding himself openly, and tried to keep his thighs together as best he could. In spite of the cool wind, when Amy looked at him, she saw that he was sweating, and grinding his teeth together while wincing tightly on every third or fourth step. He genuinely couldn't remember the last time that he'd ever needed to pee so badly, and thought that even when he'd battled to hold on at school, before wetting his Goodnight, that he hadn't wanted to go as badly as this.
He was walking on the inside of the trio, holding himself with his left hand, and holding Amys hand with his right, while Nikki walked on the outside, nearest to the road. His mother had always told him that that was where a gentleman was supposed to walk, but he thought that not many gentlemen had ever been so close to pissing themselves, and had to use other people as potential camouflage to hide it.
They were four houses away from Amys when he felt the first spasm from his nether regions, and his hand suddenly detected wetness in his palm. Amy squealed in pain as his grip tightened fiercely on her hand, and Dan froze on the spot for a second, sucking in a sharp intake of breath through clenched teeth, and bending over sharply.
"Sorry," he muttered, then let go of her hand, and now not caring if anybody was watching him, he started doing a shuffling run towards her driveway. He ran through the carport, hardly stopping as he slammed the side gate open, now definitely feeling moisture beneath his tightly clenched left hand. He ran through the pool fence gate, and made a bee line for the shed, where he disappeared beside it, and tried to unzip his fly with his right hand as he continued squeezing his cock through a wet patch on his jeans with his left hand. He had no choice but to let go as he pulled his zip down, and as soon as he did, he started peeing. He fumbled around with his satin underpants, leaking faster and stronger with every second, feeling his hand getting wet, and a tickle on his leg, almost as if a spider was running down it.
He sighed with relief as he managed to pull the front of his panties down, freeing his cock, which was already spraying a strong stream from its tip. He put out his hand and leaned on the shed, leaving a wet handprint behind when he removed it again, and stood there feeling sheer relaxation overwhelm him as he emptied his bladder on the lawn.
He heard the girls coming through the gate now, but just didn't care. It was only when he eventually stopped peeing, that he finally bothered to look down, and try and see what he'd done. He had a round wet patch, the size of a softball on the front of his jeans, and a thin dark stripe on the inside of his right leg, that petered out as it got to his knee. He opened up the button on his jeans, and pulled them down at the front, checking his knickers. They were saturated, with almost the entire front of them now darker than the rest, and clinging tightly to his boyhood, outlining it perfectly in wet, pink satin.
He stroked his shaft through the slippery, clingy fabric, and was surprised at just how good it felt.
Amys stern, caretaker voice suddenly rang out. "Danny Jacobs! What in the world are you doing behind that shed? Come out of there at once please!"
Quickly zipping and buttoning his wet pants up once again, he emerged from his hiding place, and started waddling towards the girls, keeping his legs spread wide, and giving them a full view of his crotch. Putting on his own little voice, he declared in a worried, child like voice.
"Aaammmyy, I didn't make it. I did a wee in my pants!" |
Chapter 30:
Amy had brought the pitcher of iced tea outside, and they sat around on the plastic chairs in their wet pants trying to drink as much as possible. They all drank another iced tea, and for good measure, a glass of water as well.
"I can't believe you peed down the slide like that Nik, that was awesome!" Amy told her friend.
"It was fun! But I've gotta be honest, it wasn't a real accident though. I did it on purpose. I probably shoulda tried to hold on a bit longer, cause I was awfully close to having a real accident, like I would've at any minute at that point, I was really bursting, but when I got to the top of the slide, I just sorta thought it might be nice to watch it running down. It was really cool to do, but I'm a bit disappointed in myself, wasting the perfect chance to have a real accident I mean. They're the ones I really like doing. It doesn't make me feel as guilty, ya know? Like if I piss myself on purpose, it's fun and all, and I do it a lot, but I still kinda feel a bit bad afterwards. If it's a real accident, like I had this morning in my pyjamas, I don't feel bad at all, even if I've like deliberately set myself up for it. What about you guys? How do you feel about it?"
Dan answered first. "I'm kinda the opposite Nik. This will sound weird I know, cause I hate being incontinent, but I like wetting myself I guess. It's a control thing for me. If I can choose to do it, I really kinda like it, but I hate having accidents I can't control, except for when Amy and me plan for it in private. It's a lotta fun then, doing stuff like we are now, drinking lots and doing holds. Then I'm fine with it, as long as we're somewhere nice and private, like we are here. But I hate having accidents in public. Like really hate it. I was really scared when we were completely home from the park just now. I needed to go sooo bad, and I knew I wasn't going to make it, and everyone in the street was gonna see me wet myself, and it just really fucking bugs me. I hate not being able to control my own body."
He paused to take another long drink, draining half of his large glass in a few big gulps.
"It's kinda funny I guess. Amy taught me how to do a pre-emptive strike, and as long as I'm wearing a grownup nappy, I'll happily use it if I'm out and I need to go. I'll find a quiet spot to stand still, and slowly wet myself, and it feels good, because I'm doing something naughty, and I'm in control of it. But put me in the same situation where I lose control and wet my nappy by accident, it's a totally different feeling. It doesn't even matter if my nappy doesn't leak and nobody knows, the feeling of losing control in public is just horrible."
He reached over and gently squeezed Amys hand, and smiled at her sweetly.
"Amy here is the exception to the rule. At least in private anyway. I really love it when we get to do holds and stuff, and I don't mind having a real accident in front of her, so long as there's nobody else around."
"But what about me Dan? I just saw you have an accident. How does that make you feel?"
"I guess you're a bit different Nik, cause you're like into it as well. It didn't bother me too much, but I still feel kinda stupid about it though. But I wouldn't feel so stupid doing it on purpose. Christ. I've wet myself on purpose in front of you a few times now, and it's been fun. Having this little accident in front of you now doesn't overly bother me, but only because it's just you. But it's still not great, having your friends see you lose control of your own body like that. I'd rather wet myself in front of you on purpose than accidentally."
Amy joined in the conversation at that point. "Wow you guys, this is really very interesting, you know? I mean it's kinda strange in a way, we're talking about doing the same thing, with the same end result, but you guys have completely different views on it! It's kinda fascinating. I mean, at the end of the day, your pants or diaper gets wet, so it's the same ending, yet you both like and dislike different things about how to get there!"
"Well, what about you Amy? I want another girls perspective! Are you like me or Dan on this?"
Amy sat back and thought about it. Dan joined in with Nikki, trying to coax her on, but she wouldn't be rushed into an answer quickly, taking her time to think about it.
"You know something I've only just realised? I just realised that I spend a lot of time thinking about wetting. I mean of course I do, because I'm like nearly totally incontinent, so it's a massive part of my life obviously. It's not something that I can just ignore. The planning I go through every day is incredible. What to wear, what to pack, when or if I should do a pre-emptive strike, talking to mum about my day, wetting my bed every night, it takes up a lot of my thought process.
"When I met Danny, I was at a pretty low point I guess. I had friends, but only one long term one. Everyone sorta looked at me differently all the time, cause I was the girl with all the problems. Then when I met Dan, we really clicked with each other. At first, I thought it was just because we'd both just finally met another kid who had the same issues, but we quickly learned that it was a lot more than that, didn't we sweetie?"
She was still holding his hand, and squeezed it tightly, feeling her heart swell at the smile he gave her. She could see the love in his eyes, not just lust, not just arousal, but pure, sweet, innocent love.
"I guess at first, while we got on fine together, it was our wetting history that brought us together. We were both just so keen to finally talk to another kid who understood. Not a doctor or a parent, but another teenager! Somebody else who had to deal with wet pants and sheets and diapers, and it was an overwhelming relief to do that at last.
"Since then, we've been exploring stuff. Experimenting a lot, ya know? We've been doing and trying a lot of stuff that we've never done before, and I've gotta be honest, we keep like pushing the boundaries a lot, seeing exactly what we can do and get away with, and it's a lot of fun to do.
"But if you want to know if I prefer deliberate or accidental, well, I guess I'd say deliberate. When it comes to accidentally wetting myself, not like when we play games, but like in regular life and stuff, well I'm a lot like Danny. I like to be in control when I do it. I suppose it all comes from my childhood, when mummy would put me in a cloth nappy after school and let me wet it, or let me wet my pull up if we were out and I needed to go. That was how I learned about doing a pre-emptive strike, by choosing when I wet myself. So not only did it give me some control back, but my mummy let me do it, so I never got into any trouble. That made me very comfortable with doing it on purpose, and I guess that I like it.
"But at the same time, I'm so used to having real accidents, that it just doesn't bother me as much anything, certainly not as much as it bothers Danny. It's just a part of my life, like something I have to deal with, ya know? It's no different than choosing what to eat, or what to watch on TV, it's just like a part of my life. I don't necessarily enjoy it, but I gotta deal with it. But I guess that's why I love playing little kids games with Danny, because it makes it seem kinda normal, ya know? Because little kids have accidents, and it's not such a big deal like it is when big kids like us have one, so it's kinda nice to pretend like I'm just normal, and not all fucked up, and wetting myself is just a minor little thing, and not such an embarrassing drama."
Dan was vigorously nodding his head. "That's exactly what I was trying to get at. We only just found out why I kept wetting myself and my bed, and up till now, mum and dad thought I was just lazy, or was doing it on purpose I guess, and while they never like smacked me or anything, I always felt like I'd let them down or something when I wet myself. Especially the bed wetting. My daytime accidents have only really started getting worse over the last year, but my bed wetting has been going on forever, and we all thought I'd grow out of it, and we were all getting frustrated when I didn't. But at least we know now that there's a reason for it, and I'm not just a lazy kid."
"What about you Nik?" Amy asked, "Why do you like accidents so much?"
Nikki drained her glass and refilled it while she considered her answer, topping up her friends glasses as well. Amy and Dan drank deeply, waiting for her answer.
"Parents and grownups are strange," she said. "I guess I like having real accidents for the same reasons, but also different reasons than what Danny does, and it's because of my mum.
"Like I toldya, I've always had a kinda weak bladder, and wetting myself was sorta common, particularly when I was little. Especially given my fear of public toilets. But if I had an accident, my mum was usually okay with it, but I always liked wetting my pants for fun as well, and if she caught me doing it on purpose, she'd smack my arse. So for me, having a real accident was acceptable, but wetting on purpose wasn't. Don't get me wrong, I love doing it on purpose, but I still feel real guilty when I do, but if I have an accident, a real one, it sorta doesn't feel so bad.
"Even though I'm a big kid now, mum still knows that sometimes stuff happens, and I'll pee myself, but when she thinks I've done it on purpose, she freaks out and loses the plot with me."
The more they talked, the more they realised not only how much they had in common, but also how much their parents attitudes had shaped them. Dans folks had been loving but frustrated with his wetting, as they hadn't known that there was a real, underlying cause to it, Amys mother had tried to embrace her daughters problem, and raised her to not be stressed out over a condition that she couldn't control, while Nikkis mother had accepted that accidents sometimes happened, but didn't like her daughter wetting herself on purpose. The trio felt a real bond developing as they talked, with Dan and Amy in particular realising that although they had talked a lot about how and what they liked, they had never discussed in great detail exactly how they had developed their particular quirks. It felt good to understand each other a bit more, and find out exactly why they thought in the ways that they did.
"But I've got to be honest with you guys." Nikki said. "I'm afraid I'm just not into pretending to be little like you two are. I just couldn't get into it last week with so many people around, and while it WAS kinda fun just now, at the park, I don't think it's my cup of tea. It just feels kinda weird, ya know? I mean I love wetting my pants and stuff, but I just feel sorta stupid pretending to be a little kid. I think that part of why I like wetting myself so much, is the fact it's so wrong and naughty, and I sorta don't need to, what's the word? Justify? Justify it by pretending to be something I'm not. I just like doing it cause it's so much fun, and kinda sexy, in a way. But I certainly don't judge what you guys like doing, that's for sure." She hastened to add.
Amy was quick to reassure her friend. "That's fine Nik. No one here wants you to do anything that you don't want to do. If you happy just playing holding games and accident stuff, that's quite all right, isn't it Dan?"
"Course it is. I've gotta admit, that it does feel kinda weird sometimes, but it's just something that Ames and I started doing, and I'm not even sure exactly why we did. I think it started when Ames was teasing me about trying out the grownup nappies for the first time, she sorta took charge of me, ya know? Anyway, I let her do it, then I did it to her, and it kind of kicked off from there I guess. To be honest with you, it's part of the reason that I sort of didn't want you coming to Adventure World with us at first. I didn't know you, and I felt stupid about you seeing some of the dumb stuff we do. But as long as you're cool about our stupid stuff, and never ever tell anyone about it, I really don't mind you being with us at all. You never have to do it with us, just do whatever you want. If you want to go in your pants, or wear a diaper, that's cool, so long as you're comfortable with it, that's the main thing!"
"Thanks so much guys, I feel better now. I was kinda worried you wouldn't want to play with me anymore, if I didn't want to be a baby or something."
"Don't be stupid Nik! Dan and me really like you, and you're pretty cool to hang around with. Have you got any other questions or anything about what we do? Go on, you can tell us or ask us anything!"
Nikki immediately blushed, obviously not sure of exactly what to say.
"No, don't worry about it, it's nothing. Really."
Amy let go of Dans hand, and took hold of Nikkis instead.
"Come on Nik! Fess up! We're all sharing stuff here. Let's face it, if the other kids at school ever got a hint of what we like doing, we'd be ruined. I've already got enough dirt on you, same as you have on me. And Danny of course. We all know so much secret stuff about each other that it's not funny. So you might as well tell us!"
"Yeah Nik. Come on. Confession time." Dan goaded.
She sighed deeply, but smiled wickedly at the same time, then leaned across the table, and lowered her voice, even though there was nobody else to overhear her.
"Alright then, here goes. There is something else that I kinda like to do occasionally. I just wanted to know if perhaps you two did it too.
"Sometimes, I like to do a poo in my pants as well." |
Chapter 31:
Dan had his glass halfway to his mouth, lips open ready to drink, but he stopped dead, unable to move. Amy had been watching a bird that had landed on the fence, but her head snapped around quickly in Dans direction. He glanced at her nervously, knowing her feelings on the topic, and winced as he waited for her to respond. In all honesty, he was expecting her to at least yell a bit, and perhaps even start throwing things. But instead, she met his nervous glance calmly.
Nikki had seen the look that passed between them, and felt a cold shiver run down her spine.
"Oh shit. Shitfuck. Oh Christ. I'm sorry guys. Please. Just forget I said anything. Shit! Please, I'm sorry I said that, I really didn't want to, but you kind of insisted. I knew I shouldn't have told you that! Please, can we just just pretend I didn't say that?"
Amy squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Whoa Nikki, just calm down. Nobody's upset or anything, you just sort of surprised us with that, that's all. Please, tell us about it, I swear, it's okay."
"Uh uh. No way. I didn't really mean it like that anyway. It just sort of slipped out. I don't wanna talk about that sort of stuff anyway. I mean, who would? Let's just keep drinking and not talk about yucky stuff, okay?"
Amy remained calm in the face of Nikkis nervousness. She sent Dan to fetch the ashtray, and then they all lit up smokes, and eventually Nikki calmed down enough to listen to what Amy had to say.
"Listen mate. I don't know why you're so upset. It's not really a big deal after all. I mean, it's not much different from what we all like doing anyway, is it? It's just a different sort of accident type of thing."
"No it's not! It's dirty and filthy! I saw the look you guys passed with each other, and I don't blame you. Fuck! I wish I hadn't said anything! Please don't hate me, I promise I'll never mention it again."
"Nik, listen to me. There's a reason why Dan and I looked at each other. There's another secret that you don't know about. A bad one. Only my friend Tanya knows about it, it's that bad. But I'll get to that later. I need you to listen to me now, it's got absolutely nothing to do with me or Dan being upset or disgusted with you, really it doesn't, does it Dan?"
"She's not lying Nik. You just sorta shocked us, that's all. If it wasn't for Amys secret, we wouldn't have reacted like that. I'd like you to forget how we reacted, and tell us about it. I'm actually interested."
"So am I Nik. If you share your secrets with us, I'll share mine with you, then you'll understand why we behaved like we did. Whaddya say? You tell us about what you do, and why, and I'll explain some stuff to you later! But first, come and help me with some fresh drinks."
Nikki thought that the older girl wanted to talk to her alone, but Amy said nothing, apart from asking for help carrying the fresh glasses out, while she herself poured some lemonade and ice cubes into the jug. Soon, they all had fresh drinks, and in an effort to mask the slightly uncomfortable silence that had befallen them, they all drank deeply.
"Before we start," Amy said, I want to change I think. My jeans are nearly dry, and I think I might take my diaper off, and put panties on instead. I'll be needing to pee again shortly, so I don't want to waste it. What about you two?"
"I might put my jeans on as well," Nikki replied, glad of the delay. "Do you mind if I hang my knickers on your line to dry?"
"Go for it Nik. Just don't forget about them. What about you, Catholic boy?"
Dan stretched his legs out straight to get a better view of his wet spot. It was still there, but had dried out considerably, and actually felt wetter than what it looked. He slid his hand inside his jeans, and rubbed it over his satin panties, and was surprised to find that they felt almost dry to the touch.
"Nah, I'm only going to wet again later, and I'm almost dry now. I'll leave these on I think."
Amy gave them both a smile. "I want us to be at least nearly dry later. I've got a game for us to play....."
No matter how much Dan and Nikki pestered her, she wouldn't be drawn into an answer. "You'll see," was all she would tell them.
By now, the earlier tension was dissipating, and they were chatting away like normal again. At least until Nikki drained her glass, stood up, and walked to the clothesline.
She turned her back, kicked off her flats, and reached under her dress and pulled her panties down. Dan and Amy saw the underside of her buttocks twice, the first time as she bent over to pick her panties up, and again, as she stood on her tiptoes to peg them on the line. If she was aware of it, it certainly didn't seem to bother her. Dan exchanged a silent look of wonder with Amy, who didn't speak, but looked thoughtful.
The girls then headed inside together, leaving Dan alone at the table. He saw them head down the passage, then he turned his attention towards the clothesline. After a moment or two, he got up, and checking the door first, he walked quickly to where the panties were hanging, and stared at them.
Nikki had hung them out using two pegs, stretching them wide so as to maximise the airflow and dry them quicker. She had obviously done it before, Dan thought with a chuckle. They really were children's panties, faded yellow in colour, with green trim, and Elsas smiling face emblazoned on the front. He reached a tentative hand out and lightly touched the crotch, then traced the edge of the visible wet patch up one side, then down the other. His other hand came up, and he stretched them out wide, watching Elsas head go a funny shape, and feeling the cold, wet fabric across his fingertips. He stepped forward, seeing how the back of them was completely soaked all the way up to the elastic waistband, a legacy of Nikki sitting in her own pee puddle on the slide. He nervously glanced over his shoulder at the back door, then stepped forward, pulled them towards his face, and inhaled deeply, taking in the sour, acrid smell of Nikkis still fresh urine.
Suddenly he felt a surge of guilt. He really shouldn't be playing with Nikkis panties, he thought, and feeling a flush of heat rising up his neck, he hastened back over to the table, super glad that nobody had seen what he'd just done.
Meanwhile, in Amys room, the girls were laughing hysterically.
"Oh. My. God! H-he ac-actually sniffed them! D-did you see that? He sniffed them!"
Amy dropped the curtain that she'd been holding, the one covering her bedroom window, the same window that had a perfectly unobstructed view of the clothesline. She was laughing as well, although not as hard as her friend was, and certainly not as hard as she had been at first, when they had watched her boyfriend make his first, tentative steps towards the line.
As they had entered the house, Amy had hurried the younger girl down the hall, making a quick bet of two dollars that Dan would get a closer look of her wet panties. She won the bet, but was actually feeling a bit hollow about it now.
Trying not to show it, she gave Nikki a gentle punch on the arm.
"There you go mate! Pay up! I knew he'd do that! Men! Huh. Can't help themselves!"
"I'll pay you later Ames. My bags in the living room. Wow! You were right. I didn't think he would you know! Are you gonna tell him that we saw him?"
She considered this, then chose her answer carefully. "No. Please don't say anything to him. I'd rather he didn't know I was spying on him."
"Maybe you should be spying on him. If he's going to go around checking out other girls knickers whenever he gets the chance!"
Nikki was still giggling, unaware that Amys laughter was now sounding more forced than before.
"No Nik. Danny's alright. I trust him with all my heart. We really do love each other, you know? Besides, I don't think that he'd ever like actually cheat on me with another girl or anything."
"Why's that Ames?" Nikki asked with a big grin.
"Why? Because Dan knows that I'd kill her. Literally. Then probably him as well."
Amy was smiling, but the smile didn't quite reach her eyes, and something about the way she looked made Nikki feel suddenly uncomfortable. She laughed, slightly nervously, "Yeah, I guess you would. Look, I'm going to get changed in the bathroom, then I'll get your two bucks, alright?"
"Sure mate, but forget the two bucks, it was nothing more than a stupid bet, alright? I'll see you outside."
Women can be very good at saying things without actually saying them, and also understanding when and how such things are being said. It's a talent passed on by genetics through the generations, that they seem particularly adept at in certain situations. Even though it had been unspoken, the line had been drawn in the sand, and Nikki didn't need it to be spelled out to her any clearer. |
Chapter 32:
Nikki rocked back up wearing a pair of bright pink denim jeans, which complimented her faded pink denim jacket, and the tight white t-shirt she now wore in place of her dress. Even though she was still relatively flat chested, her new outfit made her look older, and she could have passed herself off as a young looking sixteen year old. She was still barefooted, and had pink nail polish on her toes that matched her outfit. Performing a slow spin for her friends, she remarked that she had chosen the outfit specifically to show off any wet spot that might occur.
"Pointless not seeing it," she exclaimed.
After pouring out lemonade for everyone, Dan remarked on how much they had drank already. He was used to consuming large quantities of drink with Amy when they played together, but even by their lofty standards, they were breaking new ground today. The three of them tried to work out exactly how much they'd had, but the only figure that they could agree on, was "a lot."
Eventually one of them had to address the huge grey elephant in the room, so Dan took it upon himself to be the one to do so.
"So Nik, do you, ahh, like want to talk about, you know, 'it?' Tell us about what you do and stuff? I'm honestly very interested, and I'm pretty sure Ames is as well. Why don't you just tell us about it, like how you started doing that sort of thing, how often you do it, and what you do to like get away with it? I'm sure it's not as easy as just hiding your wet underpants from your mum."
She drained her glass, as if it was a magic potion that would give her the strength to continue, then took a deep breath to calm her nerves.
"Well, the first time I pooed my pants was an accident. That was about two years ago, when I was eleven. Back then, we didn't live in the apartment. Mum had a boyfriend, and we lived in his shitty old house in Mirrabooka."
"Where's that? Out in the country?" Amy asked.
"No," Dan explained, "It's a kinda rough suburb, East of the city. It's got a lot of low income houses and stuff. It's not really a great place to live, as far as I know anyway."
"You're right Danny. It's not a great place. Mums boyfriend had a house that was almost falling down around our ears, in a rough street, with bad neighbors. There were gangs of kids roaming the neighbourhood, with lots of drugs around, lots of fights and break ins, stolen cars, shit like that. Mums boyfriend was a real prick. I didn't like him much at all. He like drank a lot, and got pretty mean when he was drunk. Don't get the wrong idea, he never like hit us or anything, but he was a bully. He treated mum like shit, and used to pick on me and Troy all the time.
"He hated it when I wet the bed, or had an accident, and called me stuff like a fucking baby if it happened. If mum stood up for us, he'd yell at her, then storm out and get on the piss, which only made him nastier. One day, Troy was washing up and broke the glass lid from the 'lectric frypan. I really thought that Mike, that was his name, was gonna punch Troy in the face. If mum hadn't been there, I bet he woulda.
"The only good thing about living there, was my cubby house. It was already there of course, Mike would never have built it for me, and it was dirty and full of junk when we first moved in, but mum cleaned it out for me, put some vinyl down, gave me a bean bag to put in it, and really made it nice. She did that just so I'd have a safe place to play. She didn't like me playing out on the street cause there were so many dickheads around, and I couldn't even run around with no shoes on out the front, cause we kept finding needles on the lawn from the junkies who lived next door, so my cubby was sorta my safe place, ya know? I used to keep a lot of my dolls and teddy bears in there, and even though I was probably getting to old for dumb stuff like that, I'd have pretend tea parties and things in there, and make believe that we actually lived in a nice house, like this one, with a pool and stuff, instead of rusty old car bodies. There would be a swing set, and a trampoline, and not weeds and broken beer bottles everywhere, and I could ride my bike up and down the street without always being afraid."
Her friends were engrossed in her story, because she was obviously speaking from the heart, and they could hear the emotion, not to mention a touch of quiet desperation in her voice, as she was reliving these depressing memories from not all that long ago. Amy was clearly picturing a sad, lonely little girl with no one to play with, stuck in an abusive household with nowhere else but her cubby house to run to. Feeling saddened and helpless, she gave her friends arm a rub, as a small sign of consolation, urging her to continue.
"Anyway, even though we live in an apartment now, I got my trampoline at last! We've got a nice little playground there, and although it's supposed to be for kids twelve and under, nobody's stopped me from playing on it! At least not yet."
"Sounds really bad Nik. I'm sorry you and Troy had to go through that." Danny spoke to her with real sympathy.
She smiled sweetly at him after hearing this. "Thanks Dan. It wasn't great, but mums never had much money, and we had to live somewhere I guess. We'd been crashing on people's couches for a while beforehand. Mums still pretty broke, but I guess that's why she insists on us going to private schools. She wants us to have as good an education as possible, so we don't grow up poor like she did. It costs a lot of money, but she won't consider us going anywhere else, only the best. It's why we eat a lot of sausages I guess. But don't get the wrong idea. She's a great mum. She tries her best, and works real hard to give us whatever we need, even if she's got nothing."
After talking for so long, she had a dry throat, and even though she was starting to feel rather bloated, she knocked back yet another glass of lemonade before continuing her story.
"Anyway, one day, must've been a Saturday cause I wasn't at school, mum was at work. Mike started drinking early, which was always a bad sign of things to come. I tried to keep out of his way, and just do my chores. He got into a fight with Troy about something, and Troy stormed out, and slammed the door. Mike went out after him, but Troy nicked off on his bike too quickly to be caught. Of course Mike was infuriated, and so I copped it instead. He wouldn't ever like actually touch me or anything, cause he knew mum would go to the cops straight away, but he yelled at me, which made me cry, then he gave me a big lecture on what it was like having an ungrateful bitch and her ungrateful kids living in his house.
"I managed to finish my chores, then I fled to the only safe place I knew, my cubby. I decided that if I just stayed there all day, or until mum got home at least, I wouldn't have to deal with Mike again. It was a very hot day that day, and I got thirsty, but I didn't dare go inside for a drink, so I just drank water out of the hose. Lots of water. It was pretty hot in the cubby, which had a tin roof, so I kept going and drinking water whenever I got thirsty, which was like all the time. I only had a skirt and panties on, with a t-shirt, and a pair of socks. I'd run out of the house so quickly, I hadn't even grabbed my shoes. Of course that meant I was trapped in the yard. Even if I had have been allowed out, I couldn't go walking around too far without shoes, cause of all the broken glass in the back, and the risk of needles out the front, and I wasn't going to go back in unless I absolutely had to."
"This sounds horrible Nik. Almost like a bad movie or something! What did you do?" Dan asked.
"Not much really. Just played, and drank lots of water to try and keep cool. But of course, that's where my problems started. With my weak bladder, it wasn't long before I needed to pee. It shouldn't have been a big deal. I often peed behind the cubby, usually taking my pants off, but every now and then, I'd wet myself back there, but that was usually when I was playing with the hose and had my bathing suit on though, although I had done it in my pants a few times.
"So I was sitting on the floor, absolutely busting, like real bad. I could hear Mike slamming doors and stuff in the house, and I knew he was getting drunker and meaner all the time, and I didn't want to risk him catching me doing a wee in his yard, so I tried to hold it. I even looked through all my toys, trying to find something I could do a wee in, but there was nothing. I didn't even dare to sit in my bean bag, in case I wet myself, so I just sat on the hard floor, hitched my skirt up, crossed my legs, and pushed my hands against my pee hole.
"But that didn't work for long of course. I moved around a bit, and the next thing I could feel pee on my hands! So I got up quickly, not worrying about Mike anymore, and did a funny, legs apart waddle out the door and behind the cubby. Once I got there, I held my skirt up, spread my legs as far apart as I could so I wouldn't get pee on my socks, squatted down, and let go, completely wetting my knickers. But that wasn't the worst of it.
"I guess it happened because I was like squatting down pushing with my legs spread wide apart, but something like suddenly shifted in my tummy, and I farted, only it was worse than that, because a bit of poo came out at the same time! It wasn't a lot, but it was big enough, let me tell you! Of course I jumped up straight, still peeing mind you, and I peed all down my legs and over my socks as well."
Dans eyes had widened. "That's almost exactly what happened to me when I was ten years old!" He went on to explain the story about when he had messed in his underpants while peeing beside his shed, and the three of them laughed together at the similarities between the stories before Nikki picked up where she had left off.
"I panicked of course, and ran back inside my cubby with a lump in the back of my wet panties. I shut the door, and tried to figure out what to do. I didn't dare go back inside, because I was so scared of what Mike would do if he saw me. I always got yelled at for wetting myself, and now I'd not only done that, but pooed myself as well. All I could do was stay there until mum got home, and hope that she'd come outside to look for me. I knew she wouldn't let Mike yell at me too much for having an accident, especially if I told her why I was too scared to go inside.
"But I hadn't finished apparently. I couldn't sit down because of the nugget in my pants, so I had to stand there. I must've stood around for ten minutes or more, when I felt my stomach gurgling. I was so scared and nervous that I was nearly crying, and if I hadn't been in my safe little cubby, I reckon I would've been bawling my head off, but I think being so nervous caused what happened next. I was pacing around in circles, and I couldn't just feel what I'd done, I could smell it as well. I couldn't figure out a single way to get out of it. If Mike didn't catch me, I'd end up having to tell my mum when she got home. I've never been so scared in my life, my stomach was in knots, and I suddenly needed to poo very badly. The first bit had only been the tip of the iceberg, or maybe the poo-berg would be a better name for it, and the rest was in a hurry to get out as well. I farted a couple of times, and while I didn't exactly poo, my farts were very wet and smelly.
"That's when mum got home. I heard her car pull up, and a couple of minutes later I could hear Mike yelling. I didn't dare go up to the house, so I stayed where I was, and felt my poo starting to come out, but I was like completely helpless to do anything about it. The next thing I knew, I got a terrible cramp, like really bad, and I couldn't stop it. I bent over, and just completely shit in my pants. So much, that my knickers were full, and hanging off me. I just gave up and let go, and even more came out, and I got so upset that I started to cry.
"But then I heard mum calling my name, so I just accepted that I was well and truly sprung. I opened the door, and mum was standing there with Mike, who looked a lot calmer.
'Nikki, I'm just going to run Mike to the pub, back soon' she called, so I stood there with my knickers full of shit, and waved back at her.
"As soon as I heard her car drive off, I ran behind the cubby, holding my panties up because they kept trying to fall down. I took them off, then, holding my skirt up high, I ran inside. I didn't have a real plan, apart from cleaning up quickly, but I didn't even think of having a shower. I stood in the toilet, and used nearly a whole roll of paper trying to get the gunk off me. It got all over my hands and everything, and was pretty disgusting. But I finally finished, washed my hands in super hot water, put another pair of knickers on, and went back to the cubby. I picked up mums garden trowel on the way, and used it to dig a big hole behind the cubby and I buried my underpants"
"Oh my God!" Amy exclaimed, "So you got away with it then?"
"Sure did!" Nikki exclaimed with a big grin. "Although it was close. I hadn't cleaned myself as well as I should have, and when mum made me take a bath that night, I had a lot of stains in the panties I'd put on. I couldn't do much about that, and if mum DID notice when she did the laundry, well, she never said anything. But I remember that night clearly. I was laying back in the bath, all warm and clean and cozy, thinking about what I'd done. I started thinking about all the times that if wet myself on purpose, and gotten away with it, and now I'd shit myself and got away with that as well, if mum didn't notice my stained panties that is. And even if she did, I thought I'd probably be able to get away with it by telling her that I supposed I hadn't wiped properly, and I'd be more careful in the future. It made me kinda wonder if I could like do it on purpose and get away with it."
Dan asked, "So is that how you started then? When did you do it on purpose?"
"I didn't do it on purpose for ages Dan, but I kept thinking about doing it, like over and over again. Then one day mum bought the washing in, and there was a pair of my knickers that had a big hole in the bum, around the elastic. She handed them to me, and told me to throw them out. I was heading to the bin with them, and a little voice spoke up and said, 'Don't throw them out Nik, use them first...', so I hid them in my room instead. It was a long time until I got the chance, but one day mum and Mike were out somewhere, and so was Troy, so I dug them out, put them on, then sat on the toilet and messed in them! I didn't dare leave them on for too long because of the smell, but I went outside wearing them under my nightie, and walked around for a while. It was a totally different feeling from wetting them. Like really super naughty or something, and kinda disgusting as well, but also fun at the same time. I had more time that day, so I put 'em in a plastic bag, had a big shower, then took the bag to the park and threw it in the trash there. Nobody ever knew, and it felt like really good to do something so naughty and get away with it. A bit like smoking I guess. Have you got any more smokes Amy?"
She did, and passed them around. After they were all puffing away contentidley, Nikki continued talking.
"Thanks Ames. I sorta needed that. Well that's how I got started I guess. But don't get the wrong idea though, I've only ever done it about half a dozen times since then. I'd never do it in my good knickers, so I wait until I've got a pair that needs throwing out, and I use them first. I just couldn't imagine trying to get a pair clean after doing a poo in them, I'd rather toss them I think."
"When was the last time you did it Nik?" Danny asked, curiously.
"Last week! Remember that Goodnight you gave me? Well I wore it to bed three nights in a row, and it started to stretch outta shape, and wouldn't fit properly. I was gonna throw it out, then I realised that I hadn't pooped myself in months, and never in a pull up, so I used it! In bed! That was kinda risky, but I didn't go much, and it didn't leak thank God. My room stunk afterwards though, and I had to open the window and air it out.
"So. That's my story. I like to do it occasionally, but not all the time. I guess I've only done it six or seven times in total. You now know all my dirty secrets!"
She fixed Amy with a interested look.
"You said you would tell me your secrets if I told you mine. That makes it your turn!"
After hearing Nikkis story in all its brutal honesty, Amys opinion had changed a bit. Because she hated having messy accidents so much, when her friend had mentioned it, her first reaction had been one of confusion and disgust. Why the hell would anyone choose to do that on purpose? It's horrible! But after hearing Nikkis explanation, Amy could now perhaps understand her viewpoint a bit more. It was still something that had no appeal for herself, but she kind of understood the attraction of doing something so bad and getting away with it.
That was the crux of the issue, Amy thought. It had nothing to do with Nikki actually playing with her poop, but more about her doing something so incredibly naughty and not getting caught. Even she herself understood the attraction of that. Danny and her did a lot of stuff that they shouldn't do, smoking, drinking alcohol, touching each other, deliberately wetting themselves and stuff. Hell, even now they were sitting around in pants they'd peed in, and a big part of the thrill was getting away with it. So while she couldn't agree on messing being a fun thing, she knew what Nikki meant about the naughtiness of it being fun at least.
Originally she had planned on being condescending towards Nikki, letting her know in no uncertain way that messing yourself wasn't something to be enjoyed, and people that had real accidents couldn't possibly agree with her stupid ideas, but her attitude had softened a lot now.
As Nikki was speaking, Amy realised that her own thoughts were a bit hypocritical. After all, she was incontinent, but had easily accepted her friends own passion for pants wetting, and this was really no different at all, just another facet of the same type of thing. She was very glad that she had listened to Nikki speak before she had made any cutting remarks.
Amy took a big drink, then winced as she felt the first, fresh spasm in her bladder, indicating that another wetting was building up again. She had noticed that Nikki had ended up crossing her own legs while talking, and Dan had started occasionally holding himself as well. Apparently all three of them were starting to get desperate again, and she had a plan for this, so she decided to tell her story quickly, so they could get on with it.
"Well Nikki, you know how getting stomped on by the horse messed my bladder up? Well it did some other damage as well. You see, nowadays I can also have problems where......"
And she continued on, finally telling Nikki about the full scope of her problems, but in a calm way, with no condescending remarks or attitude at all.
It actually felt good to talk to another friend about it as well. |
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"Oh shit Amy! I had no idea!"
"You weren't supposed to mate. Only Danny and Tanya, you know Tanya? My kiwi friend at school?" Nikki nodded. "They're the only ones who know."
"If you don't mind me asking, and feel free to tell me to mind my own business of course, but how do you deal with it? How often do you have yucky accidents? Is there anything they can do about it?"
"There's not much that anyone can do about it Nik. It's a combination of two things. Not having a gall bladder, and being slightly lactose intolerant. It's usually not too bad. Most times it plays up, it's because I've eaten something I shouldn't, or had too much milk, but every now and then I'll get an upset stomach for no reason, or at least unexpectedly. I can go months without an accident, then something will give me the squirts, and I'll shit myself. The last time it happened was the day I met Dan. I'd had ice cream that day, and it didn't usually upset me, but it did that time. Then I learned the hard way that too much Coke can do it as well. Danny and I did our first big day of drinking and holding, like we are now, but we drank mostly Coke all day. I also had a glass of wine, which I'm not used too, but the end result was the same. A dirty diaper. Greasy food can play up with me as well, but as long as I don't eat it all the time I'm okay. I generally eat a lot of salad and veggies, and I like steak and seafood, so if I eat right I'm okay. That's why I drink so much ice tea when we do a hold. It really makes me need to pee, but it doesn't affect my tummy, so it's perfect!"
"You're right about it making a girl need to pee!" Nikki replied, re-crossing her legs the other way. "It seems to go right through me!"
Dan laughed. "I think you should blame the quantity Nik, not the actual tea! We've easily drank over a litre each this morning, and that's not counting the water, Coke and hot tea either!"
Nikki grinned. "Guess you're right Dan, and you didn't mention the lemonade either! Here, let's have another!" She poured yet another round. Then her expression turned a bit sheepish, and she avoided Amys eyes as she continued talking.
"I see now why you two looked at each other you way you did when I first mentioned it. Guess you think I'm a bit of a wacko, huh?"
"I've gotta admit Nik, you did throw me off a bit at first when you said it. I mean, I hate it so much, I guess I never really considered for a moment that other people may enjoy doing it. But now I think about it, that was pretty stupid of me. I mean we three are proof that some people like wetting their pants and wearing diapers, so it stands to reason that some people have to like shitting in them as well. I guess I just never considered it."
"You should Google it sometime Amy. I was curious to know if I was the only one, and I was a bit surprised to find out I wasn't. But most of the stuff you'll find is like grownup, sexy sort of stuff though. I don't think it's exactly a sexy thing myself, just a fun, naughty thing. If anything, it makes me feel kinda babyish, you know? That's why I thought you guys might've liked it, cause it's a baby type of thing, and I thought it fitted in with you guys pretending to be little. I don't really get how grownups could get like turned on and stuff by it. It's pretty yucky. But I don't understand a lot of stuff that grownups do."
"Nikkis right." Dan said. "I've googled 'Pretending to be a kid,' and there's a whole lot of adults who do it. They call themselves Adult Babies. There's a term for us as well, Teen Babies. I wasn't game enough to go to any chat rooms or stuff, because mum freaks about stuff like that, but there's heaps and heaps of stories about teens and adults wearing diapers and being babies."
Amy rolled her eyes. "I do know that Dan. Believe it or not I do own a computer myself you know. I've seen some of the pictures people have posted, and thought it looked pretty sick. Grown men in cribs with bottles and stuff! Weird if you ask me."
"Worse than pacifiers then?" Dan asked innocently.
Amy had been about to continue her tirade, but after hearing him say this, she shut her mouth quickly as her cheeks reddened. Nikki gave them a quizzical look, but didn't say anything at first.
"Touché" Amy muttered.
"What's the story there Amy? Who's got a pacifier?"
Amy and Dan exchanged a glance, nodded at the same time, grinned, then pointed at each other.
"He/She does!" They both said at the same time, and burst out laughing. Nikki couldn't help but join in, and the three of them were soon laughing uproariously.
"I'm just not gonna ask," Nikki said between fits of laughter.
Dan went to light another cigarette, but dropped the lighter. As he bent down to pick it up, he glanced under the table.
"Um. Amy, have a look at your pants baby."
Amy looked down at her jeans, and saw a dark patch. She opened her legs a bit, and discovered a pear-shaped wet spot between her legs. It wasn't very big, but it was noticeable.
"Shit!" She laughed. "I must've sprung a leak when I laughed! I didn't even feel that!"
Nikki leaned over, and Dan stood up for a better view, and Amy opened her legs wider to show them the aftermath of her unfelt leakage.
"Happens all the time you know. Some days my diaper is quite wet when I take it off, and I haven't even known that I've peed! The first time I know it's happened, is when I actually feel the wet diaper itself, but I haven't felt myself peeing. That looks like just a leak though. It happens when I laugh too hard."
Nikki tried to steer the conversation back onto its original track.
"What about you Danny? Have you ever heard about pooping your pants for fun? When you saw that stuff on the net?"
"Kinda, but not really. There were stories about pooping, but I didn't read them. I was more interested in trying to get a handle on what Amy and I were doing. I wanted to know about other people, particularly kids like us, pretending to be little kids. There were a lot of stories, but as Amy said, it was mostly grown up stuff about bottles and cribs, or hot girls in nappys. Some of that was pretty cool.
Amy reached over and slapped him around the side of the head, but not very hard. "You've got a hot girl in a nappy buster! Don't forget it!"
He rubbed his head comically, "Don't worry babe, I won't!"
Nikki was persistent with her inquiry however, and kept pushing it.
"But what's your thoughts Dan? You've obviously never tried it, but would you?"
He passed a guilty look towards Amy, not really meeting her eyes.
"To be honest? I have thought about it. When I did it when I was ten, mum only treated it like a normal accident, nothing worse. The worst part was having her wipe my bum, that was embarrassing. But wetting for fun has only been a recent thing for me. Except of course for wetting myself in my speedos or undies in the pool, but I'm not counting that, because I think everyone does that sometimes.
"But when my day accidents started again a year ago, I fucking hated it, just like Ames hates messing herself. But when mum made me practice using my kiddie pull ups before wearing them to school, I started to kinda secretly enjoy it, at least a little bit, but I would never have admitted that.
"Then I met Ames, and she taught me about pre-emptive strikes, and I liked being in control of it. Doing something so wrong, but deciding when and where to do it. But when we started wetting for fun, it didn't take long for me to admit to myself that deep down, I liked it. But after I saw her mess herself, and how much it upset her, I felt so sorry for her, and thought about how horrible it must be when it happens."
He addressed Amy personally then. "But if I've gotta be honest, after we went home that night, while I was very sad and worried about how upset you were, I actually couldn't stop thinking about what it must be like. You know, to do it. It made you so sad, and you'd already told me before just how terrible it made you feel, then I saw you do it, and I couldn't help wondering what it felt like."
Amy didn't speak, but she couldn't hide the look of surprise on her pretty face. It was like explaining to someone how much it hurt when you got burnt, only to find it made them curious enough to set fire to themselves so they could find out personally. Dan read her expression, and hurried to explain.
"You've gotta remember the circumstances baby. I had literally only just started wearing grownup diapers. Before that, it was only Goodnights. All of a sudden, I was like in awe of these super thick diapers, and was getting so excited about wearing them and experimenting with them, just so I could see what they could do. Then I saw you shit yourself, and I just couldn't help thinking in the back of my mind, 'I wonder what that felt like?' Well, I've never done it, and I didn't wanna tell you cause I know how much you hate it, but I've found myself wondering a few times what it must be like, what it feels like, that sort of thing. Then I saw how many people online liked talking about it, and the thought did sorta grow a bit."
Turning his attention back towards Nikki again, but addressing both girls, he admitted, "So yes I have thought about it. I done know if I'd ever actually do it, but the ideas there. And if you had of suggested to me two months ago that I'd be wearing adult nappys, or smoking, or wetting myself openly in front of two pretty girls, fuck it, even if you suggested that I'd ever have such a beautiful girlfriend, I wouldn't have believed you. But here I am. I'm learning to never say never you might say."
"So do you think you'll ever try it Dan?"
He glanced nervously at Amy before answering, "I'd never do it in front of anybody, but one day I might!" |
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There was an awkward silence for a few seconds, then Amy sighed, turned to Dan and said, "Well Catholic boy, all I can say, is if you do decide to try it, make sure you've got time for a long hot shower, and take a plastic bag with you to put the diaper in. It'll be smelly. But perhaps you should try it one day. After all, you've been thinking about it, and let's face it, you're not really doing anything much different than wetting. It's not like you're breaking the law or anything. Just because I don't like it doesn't mean you won't, after all, it's like you said, a hell of a lot of people talk about it online, so they're obviously seeing something in it that I'm not. Try it for yourself, then tell me about it, okay?"
Dan felt slightly embarrassed, but not too badly, and he quickly agreed that he would tell both of them what he thought about it, if in fact he ever did it.
All three of them had kept drinking, and Nikki had refilled the empty pitcher that had once had tea in it, with water from the outside tap. All the sweet drink was by now getting a bit sickly, so they all gladly turned to water for a while. Amy thought that her wet spot had grown a little bit, and she watched as Nikki re-crossed her legs again for the umpteenth time. Danny was absentmindedly squeezing himself without thinking about it apparently, so she decided it was an ideal time to unveil her next plan.
"You guys ready for my secret surprise?"
Her friends exclaimed excitedly that they were, with Dan perhaps having a bit more trepidation than Nikki did. It seemed to him that 99% of the time it was Amy that came up with the plan, and it usually involved something that shocked him. From the first day they met she had continued to shock and surprise him, and many times it had been a result of her famous 'plans.' From their first forays into wearing and wetting with each other, the smoking, drinking, playing little games, making him wear speedos, changing his diaper. Hell, even now he was wearing pink satin panties because of her. But, as usual, he found himself grinning foolishly and agreeing excitedly to listen to her plan.
Amy jumped up, the wet spot on her jeans now more obvious than before, and she plucked at it as she got up, pulling the wet denim away from her crotch. She disappeared into the house briefly, then stuck her head out the door again.
"Okay, am I right in assuming that you guys both need to pee?"
"Yep/Sure do," came the replies.
"Well close your eyes for a minute. I've got a surprise for you!"
Nikki and Dan did as they were asked, and heard the patio door slide shut, then a rattle and a thump as Amy apparently put something on the table, and sat back down again.
"Okay guys! Open your eyes! Whaddya think? Who's up for a game?"
Sitting in the middle of the table was a box, containing the age-old game, Twister.
Nikki squeaked with delight, and Dan felt himself grinning like an idiot. For a change, he was actually tickled pink by one of Amys infamous plans. Twister would be a terrific game to play with a bursting bladder, and he and Nikki told her so with great enthusiasm.
Amy beamed with delight, happy that her friends thought that her idea was a good one. It had come to her during the week while doing her homework, and she related the story for them.
She'd had to make a poster about global warming for science class, and had been sitting on her bedroom floor, leaning her back against her bed, with her legs spread wide, and the poster between them. She had all her arts and crafts stuff spread around her, and it was one of the rare occasions that she wasn't diapered. She'd had a shower, and put her footie pyjamas on, but had been out of tape up diapers. They ordered them by the case online, and there was a big box of them in the spare room, but before she went to replenish her supply, she had decided to add the glue and glitter to her poster, and give it some time to dry.
So she had sat down, opened her legs, and dragged the large poster towards her, where she happily lost herself for a while spreading glue and glitter over it, experiencing the same sort of child like thrill she used to get during art classes when she was younger. It seemed the older you got at school, the less time you spent doing fun stuff like making posters.
Anyway, she had peed in the shower only twenty minutes beforehand, so sitting around without a diaper on shouldn't have involved any risks. But as she bent forward sharply at the waist, leaning over her poster to reach her colouring pencils, the sudden pressure on her bladder, combined with her wide open outstretched legs, caused a sudden squirting sensation, followed by a spreading feeling of warmth. She had stared at her crotch in horror, as she saw it darken, and a puddle briefly forming on the carpet between her legs, before being slowly absorbed.
"Oh fuck," she muttered, aware that she was now at least halfway through wetting herself, but with the poster between her legs, and open pots of glue and glitter laying around, she hadn't been able to simply swing her legs closed to stem the flow. Instead, she had been forced to rely on her rather dubious muscle control to eventually stop herself from peeing.
By the time she did stop, she had a very wet bum, and there was a big wet patch on her carpet. She knew her mother would have a fit about that, as Amy really should have been wearing a diaper. It was only due to her own laziness that she hadn't fetched one earlier. The house they lived in was rented, so they were liable for any damage or stains to the carpets, and she knew that it would have to be cleaned properly and immediately before it stained, and unfortunately that was beyond her area of expertise.
Not wasting any time, and knowing she was in trouble, she ended up doing the walk of shame in her wet pyjamas to find her mother, and admit to her that she had peed all over the floor.
Needless to say, Sonia was less than impressed, and after a bit of yelling and a few tears from her daughter, she had managed to clean the carpet without leaving a stain. But Amy got a good old fashioned lecture afterwards, the sort she hadn't had in years.
It was later that night, after she was freshly showered again, this time in a big thick diaper, and clean pyjamas, that she thought back over what had happened. She hadn't even been aware that she had needed to go, but having her legs stretched wide apart, and bending from the waist had forced the pee out of her.
"I'd be hopeless at playing Twister." The thought had randomly popped into her head, causing a light bulb moment to happen. She had never played Twister, but she knew that they possessed the game somewhere, probably in the spare room. Where it had originally came from, she had no idea, but she was soon searching the closet in that room, eventually finding it sitting on a shelf. She pulled the dusty box down and read the instructions, looking at the pictures of people tying themselves up in knots as they played. She imagined trying to do that while busting for a piss, and smiled wickedly at the thought. She had just found a new game for Danny and her to play, she had decided.
But now, days later, Nikki was there as well, and Twister seemed oh so perfect. After all, three leaky people bending and stretching around over a washable plastic sheet held all sorts of possibilities, didn't it? Her friends agreed that the idea was nothing short of genius.
"Where are we gonna play?" Nikki asked eagerly.
"I thought we might set it up in the dining room, cause there's tiles on the floor and it'll be easier to clean up any mess." Amy said. "I was gonna suggest we play out here at first, but it's too bloody cold, and that wind will blow the plastic sheet away."
Before they went inside, Amy was diligent about having a quick clean up. Their parents weren't due back for hours, but you could never rely on grownups to do exactly as they said. Dan put the ashtray back on the barbecue, Amy threw out the empty drink bottles, and Nikki took her panties off the line. The strong breeze had already almost completely dried them, and they were only slightly damp to touch in a couple of places. Amazingly, they had dried without leaving any stain behind, and Nikki was a bit disappointed in that.
"I'll wear them again later, probably after I wet these ones," she remarked.
It only took a minute to set up the game, and Amy went first, putting her right foot on a blue dot on the right hand side. Nikki went next, left foot on blue, so she stood in the opposite direction, facing Amy, with her foot one dot in front of her friends. Dan went next, left foot yellow, so he stood behind Amy, simply so he could get a good look at her backside when she eventually bent over. He loved looking at Amys bum.
The game continued, and Nikki, facing her friends, was the first one who had to stretch her legs apart. Her right foot needed a red dot, so she stood with her legs spread wide, and put both her hands between her legs and held on, complaining and giggling all the while. Amys luck was in, her left foot went to green, which was right beside her right foot, so she was able to stand straight up without too much trouble. Dans left hand went to yellow, bending him over, and putting his face nicely on the same level as Amys backside, only inches away. He could smell her talc, diaper cream, and body spray, all the smells he loved about her.
It didn't take long for things to get difficult, particularly for Nikki. Dan and Amy managed to cover up the dots directly in front of her, so when her left hand needed green, she was forced to bend over sharply, and put her hand on a dot behind the one her left foot was on, leaving only one hand to keep the pressure on her pee hole.
Dan had all the luck. Not only did all his moves compliment the last ones, giving him an easy game, but he got to watch Amys backside from only inches away, as she stretched and twisted, causing the faded denim to pull tightly across her buttocks. He also had a perfect front on view of Nikki, legs spread wide, an expression of discomfort and strain spread across her face, as she battled to maintain her balance, and hold onto her pee at the same time.
Of course Dan also kept stealing glances at Amys socked feet. He loved her feet almost as much as he loved her bum, and he was staring lovingly at her left foot, when he heard her gasp, and watched her toes curling tightly. Then, inches away from his face, he watched in wonder as a dark blue wet stripe appeared on the inside of her right thigh. She had been forced to spread her legs wide on her last turn, and the pressure was obviously too much for her, and she was leaking.
He wasn't the only one watching either. Amy herself was watching the wet strip as it widened out, and slowly made its way towards her knee, as a trickle of pee ran down her leg, restricted by the tight denim, and Nikki, standing directly in front of Amy and facing her, had her own eyes glued to the ever increasing wet patch.
They had agreed at the start of the game that there would be a twist to the usual rules. Not only were you eliminated if you fell over, but also if you wet yourself.
Nikki was obviously struggling desperately. Her free hand was clamped tightly on the crotch of her pink jeans, and her breath was coming in short gasps. Her legs were spread wide, and her knees were bent, allowing her to squat, and put her left hand behind her left foot.
"You're out! You peed yourself!" She cried triumphantly.
Amy was laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. She had pee running down her leg, and her friend was crouched in front of her like an NFL centre about to snap the ball, but holding her pussy desperately instead, and wobbling backwards and forwards as she struggled to maintain her balance.
"Well if I'm out, you're out too!" Amy yelled, giving Nikki a slight shove as she rocked backwards.
Nikki looked stunned as gravity took over. Just as Amy had predicted, Nikkis backwards swaying momentum took over, and she toppled backwards, landing flat on her backside, with her legs stretched out straight in a Y shape in front of her. She had to let go of the death grip she had on her pee hole, and use her hands to soften her fall, stopping herself from falling over completely backwards.
Her bum hit the ground with a thump, and suddenly a dark pink rose blossomed between her legs. She was too shocked to move, and she sat there stunned, as her bladder started emptying its massive payload, and her jeans turned dark from halfway up her zipper, across the top of her thighs, and all the way between her legs, including the rounded cheeks of her buttocks. She made no effort to shut her legs or grab herself, but screamed in mock horror as she watched her pants getting wetter and wetter, and a puddle starting to form around her on the plastic sheet.
"Oh Amy! You bitch! That's cheating!" Nikki screamed, suddenly lunging for Amys legs. Amy nearly got away, but Nikki grabbed her foot and lifted, and Amy sprawled forward, landing on her stomach with a 'whoof' sound.
She rolled onto her back, but Nikki was too quick. She sprang forward, and landed heavily on Amys stomach, straddling her with her legs, her soaked crotch now planted on Amys waistband.
Amy squealed, first with surprise, then with laughter, as Nikki started jabbing her in the ribs. Hard. She tried to wriggle away, but the smaller girl wasn't going to be dislodged that easily, and continued her attack, poking and jabbing at any exposed area that she could find.
Dan stood back, completely stunned. For half a second he had thought that they were actually fighting for real, but when he heard them giggling like lunatics, he relaxed, knowing that they were simply playing.
Amy managed to grab Nikkis wrists, and just as it appeared that the tide was about to turn, she yelled "Oh fuck! Noooo"
By this stage he had moved out of the way of their wrestling match, and was standing at Amys feet, with a lovely view of Nikkis half moon shaped wet spots, which were perched on Amys waist. As he watched, Amys jeans did a perfect imitation of Nikkis, only in blue instead of pink. She was wetting herself as well now, and it appeared that she was holding just as much as what Nikki had been.
Mission accomplished, Nikki clambered off her friend, and watched in vengeful pleasure as Amy soaked her own jeans, her puddle growing even larger than Nikkis had done.
Eventually she stopped peeing, but it took longer for her to stop laughing. Nikki was standing over her, partly because she was still dripping, and wanted to contain it to the plastic sheet. Amy was still laughing, and gratefully accepted Nikkis offered hand, and allowed herself to be helped to her feet. She found a dry patch to stand where her socks wouldn't get wet, but Nikki hadn't been so lucky, and her bare feet were in a puddle. Whether it was her own puddle or Amys she wasn't sure, but it didn't matter, it was still funny anyway.
"Guess I deserved that!" Amy admitted with a grin. "Sorry I pushed you, but I couldn't help it, and you gotta admit, it was fuckin' funny!"
Nikki agreed, and the two girls in their saturated jeans hugged each other to show there was no hard feelings, but they were both still dripping.
"Danny," Amy asked, "Would you be a dear and fetch some towels from the laundry please? There should be some dirty ones waiting to be washed in the basket beside the machine."
Glad of the excuse to leave, with his bulging hard on making a tent out of his jeans, he happily agreed, and hurried past the dripping girls, missing the knowing look that had passed between them. Fetching four damp towels, he gave one each to the girls, and dropped another one onto each puddle, and using his foot, he started to push the towels around, soaking up the pee as best he could.
If he hadn't been so flustered, he probably would have paid more attention to the sly looks his friends were exchanging behind his back. Without turning around, he said with mock pride, "Well I guess that makes me the reigning Twister champion! Do I get a prize or something?"
"You'll get something all right, Catholic boy!" Amy said.
Something in her voice made him start to turn, but the next thing he heard was Amy yelling "Now!"
She hit him low, behind the knees, sending him sprawling forward onto the plastic mat. He felt Nikkis weight landing on top of him, and the wetness of her inner thighs clamping his arms against his body, making him immobile. Before he could react, Amy had grabbed his right foot, and was tickling it ferociously. He squealed like a girl, and Nikki clamped a strong hand around the back of his neck, and started squeezing it, on and off, over and over again. Meanwhile, her other hand had wiggled its way under his armpit, and was wriggling itself forcefully up and down,
He was completely helpless, Nikkis weight keeping him pinned, and he could do nothing more than continue to emit high pitched girlie type screams, as his neck, ribs, armpit, and feet were all attacked mercilessly. He screamed, squealed, bucked and wiggled.
Then he wet his pants.
There was no slow build up, no warning dribble, no early leakage. He couldn't control himself at all, and his bladder let go in one ferocious rush, and as he lay on the plastic mat giggling and twisting, he felt a sudden heaviness in his pants, then a quickly spreading warmth.
Once the girls realised that their plan had worked, they stepped away, letting him at last roll over onto his back, pee continuing to flow freely, now running down between the crack in his backside. He had no choice but to lay there, and wait until his bladder had completely emptied itself.
Finally it did, and he lay flat on his back, utterly spent, staring up at the two grinning girls in wet jeans who were looming over him. |
Chapter 35:
The three of them were drenched, and laughing their heads off. After they had calmed down, Amy formulated a plan.
"Do you guys want a shower, or are you happy enough to have a wipe down with a wet towel?"
They all agreed a towel would suffice, so Amy fetched them all one each.
"Nikki, you go first. Take your towel and a change of clothes into the bathroom, and clean up. Do you want a nappy now?"
"Yes please Ames!" Nikki replied with real eagerness, so Amy wiped the loose drops off her pants so that she wouldn't make a mess, then fetched her a big tape on diaper from the box in the spare room.
"You haven't tried these ones yet. They're even better than the pull ups! You can really fill these ones up, and they hardly ever leak. It's what me and Danny wear to bed," she explained.
She took a moment to explain the best way to do the tapes up, then sent her on her way with further instructions.
"Go get changed, then bring the towel and your wet stuff out, and put it in the machine. Don't forget the panties you wore earlier. We've got time to do a quick wash, and get the stuff dry in the dryer before mum gets home!"
"Sure thing Ames, 'cept I won't wash my other knickers. I need to start staining up a new pair of pee panties since mum washed mine this morning!"
The girls grinned at each other before Nikki walked off, the huge wet spot on the backside of her pink jeans was highly visible. Then Amy turned to Dan.
"Danny boy. Can you use that towel to give the Twister sheet a good wipe down please? I'm gonna clean it with some Spray 'n Wipe before we put it away.
Dan did as she asked, wiping away all traces of moisture as best he could. He threw those towels into the machine as well, then helped Amy wipe the sheet with the spray cleaner, then fold it neatly back into its box.
"Do you mind wiping the outside table down for me?" Amy asked, "It's got cigarette ash all over it. While you're doing that, I really wanna go change."
Dan tidied up outside, even using a broom to sweep some errant ash from under the chairs and table, and using the Spray 'n Wipe to clean the surface. When he'd finished, he found the girls wiping the tiles inside with a towel. Nikki was now dressed in a pair of skin tight white cotton jeans, that showed off the diaper bulge around her backside, if you looked closely enough that is. Amy was dressed in basic black jeans that didn't show much at all.
Giving a shrug of her shoulders, she explained to her friends, "I don't have s lot of really colourful stuff. Most of my clothes are dark and baggy, cause I don't usually want my diaper to stick out too much."
It was only then that Dan realised something. When he had first met Amy, he had thought of her as a semi-goth goddess. Her hair was always punkishly streaked, she had her multiple piercings, and her clothes were generally black or dark denim, and she had worn a lot of mascara and eye liner. But nowadays, while she still wore her piercings, he realised that he hadn't seen her wear her heavy eye makeup or streaks in her hair for weeks. She was also wearing a lot of more flattering colours and prettier clothes. She certainly didn't look like the same grunge girl that she had a month ago. He wondered if their blossoming relationship played any part in that.
While the girls cleaned the floor, he took his towel into the bathroom, wet it under the tap, and thoroughly cleaned his legs and private areas with it, before putting on a tape up diaper of his own, then his brown cords, and returning to the laundry, where he found Amy waiting. He knew from past experience that she had no problems with handling his pissy clothes, so he simply handed them to her, along with his towel. She seperated the bundle of wet clothes, and neatly placed them in the machine, then paused, looking over his shoulder to ensure that Nikki was out of earshot. A look of confusion had crossed her face.
She spoke to him in a lowered voice, "What about the panties you were wearing Danny? You must've left them behind when you got changed. You better fetch them."
He grinned at her. "Nope. I didn't forget them! I'm still wearing them!"
She looked confused. "You can't be! They're saturated! Your pants are gonna get all wet."
"No they're not baby. I put my nappy on over them! I left 'em on, that's all!"
He laughed at the bewildered expression on her face, which he bent down to lovingly kiss, then left her standing there with a look of shock and amusement across her features.
A big part of the reasons why Danny and Amy got away with their games without getting caught, was Amys meticulous attention to detail. She even took the time to pick out the extra cigarette butts out of the tin, but left her mothers butts inside. Her mum would notice if the butt tin was filling up, but could also possibly wonder why it was empty, so Amy tried to keep it as close as possible to what it usually had in it. She fetched another empty can from the trash to use as an ash tray, threw the extra butts into it, and would dispose of it in the parks rubbish bin later. Finally satisfied that they had cleaned up their first bout of naughtiness properly, Amy made them a cup of tea, and they retired outside to drink it, and have another smoke. They were still at the stage where they weren't quite addicted to smoking, and could go all week being reasonably comfortable without one, but given the privacy of having no grownups around for a few hours allowed them free reign to smoke as much as they liked. But at the same time, all three of them admitted that not smoking much, if at all, during the week was getting harder, and they were starting to develop cravings that they hadn't been having before. It wasn't the first time that they agreed that they really should stop. Maybe they would, after this packet....
They drank tea, smoked, and chatted merrily away about their game of Twister and its aftermath. By now, the trio had virtually no embarrassment whatsoever about wetting their pants in front of each other. It was a bond they now shared, a strange one, but a strong one. They agreed that if you could piss your pants comfortably in front of other people, then those people must be good friends.
Dans mind kept being drawn towards the strange feeling he had inside his pants. His satin panties were completely soaked, and clung tightly to him, and he was aware of the wetness every time he moved. But it was safely contained inside his nappy, and stayed warm and comfortable, and it was kind of tantalising how warm and wet he felt, and yet how dry and comfortable his big diaper was, and it was great that his jeans were staying dry. He had commented to Nikki about how her tight white jeans didn't hide her diapers bulge very well, but she just shrugged, saying she didn't really care, and the sensation of her first super thick tape on adult diaper was incredible.
Amy had set the washing machine for a quick cycle, and after thirty minutes, she loaded the stuff into the dryer. With that done, she returned to her friends.
"So, what's next guys? Your mums not due for a few hours yet Nik, so we've got heaps of time still. What do you two want to do next?"
"Get something to eat!" Dan replied eagerly. "I'm starving!"
"Fuck me," replied Amy, you're always starving! Have you got hollow legs or something?"
"I'm a growing boy babes. Need to eat to keep up with your crazy plans!"
"Well I've got an idea," Nikki ventured. "Remember at Adventure World I wet myself in that pull up as we were going in?" Her friends nodded in agreement, looking more interested all of a sudden. "Well," Nikki continued, "If Danny's hungry, and we're all wearing these big didees that you guys reckon are so great, why don't we all go for a walk to the shop, and all wet ourselves while we're there? I think it'd be kinda cool watching each other using our diapers in a busy shop with other people around who don't know what we're up to! Whaddya think?"
Amy and Dan looked at each other, but she appeared more accepting of the idea than he did, at least judging by facial expressions.
"Doesn't bother me Nik! Sounds like fun actually. It's nothing I haven't done like a billion times before of course, but I've never obviously done it while my friends did too. Should be funny watching each other secretly wetting in public. I'm in!"
Dan was more reticent however. "Yeah. Maybe. If you guys really want to that is." He sounded quite unsure of the whole idea in fact.
"You don't sound happy Catholic boy! What's up? Sounds like fun to me."
He heaved a sigh, shifted in his seat, making him suddenly aware again of the wet panties he was secretly wearing. He'd almost forgotten about them, but the warm slippery fabric sliding across his crotch soon reminded him again.
"It's just, I guess I'm still a bit scared of leaks, that's all. I'd hate to leak in these brown pants. It'd be seen from miles away."
"These big Molicares don't leak Danny, you wear 'em to bed every night, remember?"
"That's bullshit Ames, you know it is. They rarely leak, but they can. I know it's not likely, but if they do, I'm screwed. But I'm willing to risk it though, it does sound like fun, I'll admit that. Another glass of water each before we go?"
Amy looked at Nikki, who was now looking a bit worried herself. "Don't worry mate, I hate to admit it, but he is kinda right. But Danny here can get paranoid. The first night I got him into a proper adult pull up, I promised him they didn't leak, but he had an accident while he was sitting down, and it leaked. He's been paranoid ever since! But standing up is way better, cos of the leak guards. Even the pull ups don't leak if your diapers on properly, the leg guards are tight, and you're standing up. These tape ups are even better! As long as it's done up properly, they're indestructible!"
"That's what you said before, that's why I suggested going to the shop, cause I thought they were. But I'm in the same boat as Dan here. If they do leak, these white pants are gonna make it super visible. I've never put one of these on before Ames, would you mind double checking it before we go? Just to make sure I've done it up right?"
"Sure Nik. No probs. let me just finish this smoke, and I'll come in and....."
She trailed off, as she hadn't expected Nikki to do what she did next. As soon as Amy had said 'Sure,' Nikki had stood up, unbuttoned her jeans and dropped them. She kicked her feet out of them, lifted her top up above the waistband of her nappy, and walked over to Amys chair, surprising her, and causing Dans mouth to open in shock.
Amy recovered quickly, and ran a critical eye over her friends diaper. She stuck the pointer finger of each hand under the leg guards on each of Nikkis hips, and ran them forward, the tips of each finger feeling the slightest brush of pubic hair as they ran around the front. Nikki turned around, and Amy repeated the procedure, this time allowing her fingers to run along Nikkis butt cheeks, as her hands ran down. She deduced that the lower tapes should be tighter, so while her friend stood with her legs slightly ajar, Amy undid then refastened her bottom tapes.
"Thanks Ames!" Nikki bubbled happily, before padding back to her seat and pulling her jeans back on.
"No probs," Amy said again, "Better than having you spring a leak, that's for sure!"
Dan was amazed. His girlfriend was so nonchalant about what had just happened, but it had been probably one of the hottest things he had ever seen. His girlfriend, who just happened to be one of the prettiest girls in the whole world, as far as he was concerned at least, had just checked the diaper on another pretty girl, who had to totally remove her pants to have it done! Incredible! It was no wonder his cock had gone so stiff again. Once more, he thought how grateful he was for having the foresight to masturbate before coming here this morning. He would've probably shot a load into his satin panties otherwise. |
Chapter 36:
"Want your didee checked as well, Little Danny?" Amy said with a grin.
"Only if I can check yours first," came the reply.
"Toldya before Catholic boy, later....."
"Get a room you two!" Nikki interjected, and they all laughed.
By now, after all of their cleaning up and getting changed had been completed, and they had taken another break for drinks and cigarettes, almost an hour had passed since their wet game of Twister had finished. While this wasn't enough time to allow any of them, even Amy, the chance to become genuinely desperate, the massive amounts of liquid they had been consuming was continuing to work its way through their young bodies, not to mention their faulty bladders, and now that they had 'broken the seal', all three of them could feel the same faulty bladders starting to fill up again already.
"I reckon I could just about pee again right now, if I tried to." Amy commented.
Nikki agreed. "I know whatcha mean. I don't know how you guys can drink like this! I'm struggling to keep up with you, and now I've peed once, I'm gonna need to go every five minutes! Well, I guess that's an exaggeration, but you know what I mean!"
"I do for sure," Dan said, "after I have the first one, I just can't stop going all the time. I'm glad we've gone back to diapers now, cause I wouldn't be game to go too far without one anymore."
Amy ran a critical eye over the area, declaring that they had done a great job of hiding any incriminating evidence. She grabbed her purse and the tin of butts, and they headed to the shops, disposing of the tin in the trash can in the park.
"So, what's the plan guys? What're we having for lunch, and what's our plan of attack for wetting ourselves?"
"I'd like a burger." Dan said. "And I think it'd be kinda cool to be like super desperate standing around waiting for it to cook."
Amy agreed at once. "That's a great idea Danny boy! How about we all go in seperately, like one at a time a few minutes apart, and all order burgers? That way, they'll have to cook them separately, and it'll take a lot longer! We can all just like pretend that we don't know each other, and have just bumped into each other there, and it'll give us an excuse to hang around while everyone's burgers are being cooked. But the rule is, you gotta pee in your diaper while you're collecting your food!"
Dan agreed that sounded like an excellent, if somewhat daring plan, but Nikki was a bit on the quiet side however. When Amy pushed her for her opinion, she said it was a fantastic idea, but she didn't have much money.
"I was just gonna have a Mars Bar or something," she admitted.
Her two friends offered to buy her lunch, but at first she flatly refused, telling them that although she had been raised without much money, her mother had very strict views on accepting charity.
"It's not charity ya dork! It's just what friends do to help each other! Besides, it's all a part of our wetting plan, remember? I don't know about you, but this cold wind is really cutting into me, and I really do need to pee now. Even if I didn't want to wet on purpose, I guarantee that there's no way my diapers gonna be dry on the walk home. I'm getting close to having a real accident very soon."
"She's right Nikki. It's not charity, it's friendship. Amy and I will just kick in a few bucks each. Think of as being an integral part of our team plan! All of us ordering seperately, then having to wait around like all desperate together, it'll be fun!"
Although reluctantly, Nikki eventually agreed to let her friends pay for her lunch. Amy dug five dollars out of her purse, but when Dan reached for his wallet, he uttered a curse.
"Shit! My wallet was in my other jeans! I left in your bathroom when I got changed before. Can you cover me till we get back home?"
Unfortunately Amy couldn't. She only had enough for her own burger and the extra five she'd given Nikki, so not having any options, they had to trek back to Amys house for Dans wallet. It was twenty minutes later by the time they had gone back, retrieved it, then returned back to the same spot in the park where he had first noticed it had been missing.
That was twenty minutes spent in the cold, biting wind, with already full-ish bladders, with more being constantly filtered through them the whole time. By now, they were genuinely needing to go.
Amy was the most affected, and the most annoyed with Daniel as well.
"Jesus Dan. I know you didn't mean to leave it behind, but bloody hell! I really don't have to pretend anymore. I'm absolutely busting. I'm probably gonna wet myself before we even get to the stupid shop now!"
Dan was suitably ashamed of his mistake, and hated being chastised over it.
"I said I'm sorry babe. I didn't like do it on purpose you know. You were rushing us round, giving orders about cleaning up quickly and shit, and I got changed in a hurry. I almost left my wallet in my wet jeans as it was, but I put it down to get my nappy on, then left it there. Didn't do it on purpose ya know! If it makes you feel any better, I really need to go now as well."
"Don't argue guys." Nikki said, trying to play the role of peacemaker. "I'm absolutely bursting as well in this cold wind, and if I wasn't here welching money off you in the first place, we wouldn't have needed to go back anyway, so it's just as much my fault as anyone's."
They were now exiting the playground via the path, and Amy stopped suddenly, pressing her legs together and drawing in a sharp breath. She bobbed on the spot for a moment, before getting herself together enough to continue.
"Ohhh," she moaned with a sigh. "It's okay Danny, I'm not really upset, I'm just really busting for a piss now, that's all. I think I mighta just leaked a bit then, to tell you the truth. I was planning on like controlling it in the shop, like a pre-emptive strike, ya know? Standing still and doing a slow, controlled pee, but I'm way past that now! I'm really gonna wet myself big time very shortly, and I just don't wanna have a big flood, and overflow my nappy, that's all. I'm super glad I'm wearing a tape on and not a pull up, that's for sure!"
Once Amy was fairly sure that she had again regained sufficient control over her now throbbing bladder, they resumed their walk, pausing eventually just out of sight of the shops front door to discuss their tactics. By this time, Amy couldn't manage to comfortably stand still, and kept shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
"I'm gonna have to go first guys. I'm about to wet myself at any moment, so I don't really have a lot of choice. I'll order, then give it like two or three minutes, then Nikki goes in, then Danny last. Remember, you gotta try to pee your diaper while you're waiting to pay for your food, and we're not together, okay?"
Amy went in, giving a final grimace as she disappeared through the plastic curtain strips that hung in the doorway.
She approached the counter, taking measured steps. Being her local take-out that she had been shopping at for years, they knew her in there, but didn't know about her incontinence problem, and she really hoped to keep it that way. The plump, smiling woman behind the counter greeted her warmly.
"Good afternoon young Amy! How are you today, and what can I get you?"
"Hi Mrs. Cartwright. I'm good thanks! I think I might have a hamburger with the lot, but with..."
"No cheese or pickles," the smiling lady finished for her. "You could just say 'my usual burger' you know! I've been making them for you for long enough now!"
Amy had to laugh, which she thought had probably made her squirt, but she couldn't help it. Mrs. Cartwright was quite correct, it was the same burger she always ordered. The lack of cheese was due to her lactose intolerance, and the lack of pickle simply because she didn't like them. When Mrs. Cartwright turned around to start busying herself with the burger, Amy took the opportunity to pluck quickly at her crotch, sure that her her diaper now felt wet. She was at the overflow point, where her bladder was just going to keep leaking until the inevitable big accident occurred.
Meanwhile outside, Dan had noticed that Nikki had her ankles crossed, and had stuffed her hands into the pockets of her tight white jeans.
"You okay Nik? You're starting to look as bad as Amy!"
"I'm absolutely busting! But I can hold it for awhile yet, at least I think I can. But I'm kinda scared about leaking though! Are ya sure these things are that good?"
"Yeah, they are I s'pose. I just get a bit paranoid about using any diaper in public. But these tape ons are probably as good as they get." He lowered his voice, and leaned in closer. "You, ahh, do know that the outline is kinda like visible around your butt in those pants? But only if you look real close though," he added hastily.
She giggled, causing herself to hunch over slightly. "You shouldn't be looking at my butt that closely Danny! But anyway, to be honest, I really don't care that much. Just so long as I don't leak! That'll really show up in these pants!"
"Just remember, nice and slow Nik. As long as you don't just completely flood it in one big gush, you'll be fine." He checked the time on his phone, "It's time. Go for it!"
Nikki was excited but scared. She was about to deliberately piss herself around other people, in public, while wearing a diaper, for the first time. Well, not counting Amy and Danny anyway.
Sure, she'd had accidents before, and even accidentally wet her pull up at Adventure World, but all of her previous public wettings WERE accidents, and although the end result was the same, doing it on purpose, even in a nappy, bought on a whole new range of feelings. Even if she had of leaked at Adventure World, and actually got her pants wet, she could have virtually accepted any embarrassment simply because it had been an accident, and accidents happen. She knew that from experience. But deliberately wetting just somehow felt different. Even though she was no stranger to deliberately wetting herself in public, her version of public was usually very private. She was always very careful about how, when, and where she did it, finding a quiet spot to discreetly empty her bladder under her school dress or her skirt, but always safely away from others, and never, ever while wearing pants. Now, wearing tight white jeans, and entering a shop with other people in it, and planning on emptying her bulging bladder in front of them, even in a diaper, required a different type of courage. But she was up for the challenge. Taking a deep breath, she entered the shop.
Nikki glanced around nervously, spotting Amy standing in front of the magazine rack, looking somehow distracted as she bounced on the balls of her feet. She glanced up as Nikki entered, but gave no sign of recognition, turning back to studying the magazines instead.
"Hello. What can I get you?"
Nikki jumped slightly at the mans deep voice, and felt a trickle of urine leak out. She was so nervous that it had really pushed her all the way to the brink. Briefly forgetting what she was going to order, she had to glance at the menu board, then pretended to study it, before finally making up her mind.
"May I have a cheeseburger please? With onions?" Nikki asked awkwardly.
"Sure can young lady. Be ready in about five minutes, okay?" He turned back to the lady working the grill, "Cheeseburger with onions Judy," he informed her, then went back to what he was doing previously, wiping the counter down.
Nikki thought that another leak may have escaped as she stood there, and thought that moving might be better than standing still, so she headed towards the drinks fridges, just for the sake of motion.
Danny entered a minute later. He too was getting desperate, but nowhere near as badly as his female companions. That was a good thing, as a controlled pre-emptive strike was way better than a complete loss of control. Glancing around, he saw Amy, legs jiggling, as she stared at no magazine in particular, and he wasn't sure if it was a trick of the light or not, but he thought she may be sweating. Nikki was standing in front of the fridge, legs crossed, counting her coins, probably trying to work out whether she could afford a drink or not. He would've been quite happy to give her some more money, but they weren't supposed to know each other. He decided that he would buy another large ice tea anyway, he knew Amys favourite flavour, and they could share it when they left.
The smiling man approached the counter. "Yes mate? What can I get you?"
"A Works Burger please, and five bucks worth of fries. I'll have a large ice tea as well thanks."
The man repeated the burger order to Mrs. Cartwright, who threw her hands in the air in mock exasperation, declaring, "What's with all the burgers at once? Did you put out a 'free burgers' sign again Tom?"
"Back to your cooking woman!" Tom declared, in a harsh but joking tone, and when she raised her spatula at him aggressively, he whimpered in mock terror, and hurried over to the deep fryers to cook Dans fries.
The three kids laughed mildly at the comic byplay between husband and wife, but didn't acknowledge each other at all. Dan turned his attention towards Amy, hoping to perhaps catch her eye, maybe slip her a secret wink, but when he saw her, she was no longer looking at magazines, but staring absently at the doorway, and he noticed something straight away.
Her thumb was in her mouth.
Dan knew exactly what that meant. She had lost the battle, and was wetting herself uncontrollably as she stood there. He hoped for her sake that her nappy did its job, and was thankful at least she was wearing black pants. She was turned slightly away from him, and he watched her legs, and the floor between her feet, for any signs of leakage. He hoped for her sake that she wouldn't have any, but if she did, he definitely wanted to see it.
"Amy," Mrs. Cartwright said, then had to repeat herself even louder because it appeared that the young girl was zoned out thinking about something. "AMY, sweetheart, your burgers ready!"
She seemed to come out of her trance, and only if you were looking closely, as Danny was, would you have noticed the flush rising in her cheeks, or the ever-so-slight waddle that hadn't been in her step before, as she walked towards the counter. Dan thought that her bum looked a bit bigger too, with the swollen diaper now filling her jeans out more.
"Thanks Mrs. C," Amy mumbled, fumbling in her purse for the money, and dropping a coin on the floor as she handed it over.
As she bent over to retrieve it, Dan drew in a sharp breath, Amys top had ridden up slightly, briefly revealing the waistband of her diaper to the rest of the shop. Fortunately though, only Dan appeared to notice the momentary flash. Amy picked up her errant two dollar coin, handed it over, then stepped back to the magazine rack, where to the casual observer, she was apparently choosing the latest teenage fashion mag to buy.
Nikkis order was ready only a moment later, and both Dan and Amy, standing well apart and not talking to each other, we're both fixated on watching Nikkis backside as she collected her order. Dan couldn't believe how well her tight jeans displayed her nappy, but apparently he was the only one to have noticed.
Nikkis diaer was already quite wet by this stage, although her friends didn't know that at the time. She had tried her best to hold on, but simply couldn't, and whilst standing in front of the drinks fridge she had lost two large, heavy squirts of pee. The second one had lasted for a few seconds before she had managed to cut off the flow again. That was the warning sign that absolute loss of bladder control was imminent, and she'd had no choice but to let some out gradually, just to regain a modicum of control again. But while she had genuinely tried to perhaps just release a small bit, she hadn't been able to stop, and had emptied half of her bladder before eventually regaining control.
But now she had a new problem. Stage fright. Her nappy was extremely swollen, or at least that's what it felt like, and while she couldn't tell, she was sure that the crotch was now hanging down. She had never worn a tape on before, and still couldn't muster the same faith in them that her friends had. It felt saggier and heavier than any nappy that she had ever worn, even more so than the adult pull ups, and she just couldn't manage to make her body let go of the last bit of urine it was holding. Now the majority of her pee was contained in the warm soft padding between her legs, its remaining brethren just refused point blank to join it in the padded confines beneath her jeans. She even spread her legs a bit as she was paying for her burger, expecting that to be enough to entice her body to eject the last remaining fluid that it was retaining, but to no avail. She ended up paying for her food and walking away with a bit of pee still in reserve.
Dan and Amy didn't know this of course, and just saw her standing with her legs parted, and made the natural assumption that she was peeing as planned, and this time they did make eye contact, and both of them had to suppress a grin each, convinced she was now wetting her diaper while they watched.
Nikki payed Tom for her burger, and shyly thanked him, before turning and walking calmly back towards where Amy was standing, using the magazines as a guise to hang around a few moments longer while Dan collected his food. She didn't acknowledge Amy, and vice versa, the girls just ignoring each other while the boy got in line to pay. His meal was a touch longer in arriving, as the fries had to be bagged as well.
Dan stood in line behind an older teenage girl, who was very pretty, wearing tight shorts and a crop top in open defiance of the cold day. She was at least seventeen, and therefore extremely out of Danny's league, but normally that wouldn't have stopped him from at least casting an admiring eye over her, especially considering she was wearing cute little ankle socks but no shoes, but he was absolutely oblivious to her presence, only concerned with the illicit act that he was preparing to commit.
He took Nikkis lead, and stood behind the gorgeous older girl, spreading his legs apart, then, while trying to maintain a semblance of control, he gradually relaxed the titanic grip he was maintaining on his bladder muscles, at first, trying to mentally count to ten, wanting to see at what number he could get too before he started peeing.
Three. Not much at all really.
One, two, three, and he felt a wetness forming right at the tip of his penis. It was semi erect, and pushing itself into the the padding that encased it, and that padding was now distinctly wet. He automatically panicked for a moment, and slammed the brakes on, causing a large squirt to erupt, which trickled down his shaft, and dribbled across his almost hairless balls, before being absorbed into the crotch of his diaper.
The pretty girl in front collected her order and left, without him even noticing her socks, and he relaxed himself again as he stepped forward to pay. This time, his count didn't quite reach all the way to three, but he didn't dribble, but started peeing properly, and was pissing without pause as he nervously handed Mrs. Cartwright a twenty, and had to wait for her to make change.
But now the proverbial floodgates had opened, they couldn't be closed again, and by the time she handed him his change, he was peeing like a fire hose in his nappy, with no hope of stopping at all.
He felt his cock twitch, and shift position, now leaning somewhat slightly towards the side, on a angle. This was disturbing, as he knew from past experience that if he wasn't 'centred properly,' he could easily overwhelm any given section of his diaper, causing it to leak badly.
He could feel his nappy swelling up more and more, reaching its tipping point faster with every second that passed, but he was completely powerless to do anything about it. He yearned to reach down and grab himself, just to straighten his boyhood up again, anything to spread the swelling wet patch out a bit more evenly.
If he sprung a leak in these brown cords, he was completely doomed. More than anything in the world, he wanted to reach down for an adjustment to prevent that from happening, or even make himself stop peeing, but he couldn't even manage that. He was perhaps halfway through, and knew he would have no control at all until his bladder had emptied itself at least a bit more.
He thought he was now feeling a certain wetness lower down, on the top of his thigh. That could simply be his diaper expanding as it swelled, or it could signify an extremely visible, embarrassing wet spot forming on his crotch.
Dan didn't dare to look down. If his pants were now as wet as he thought they may be, then suddenly dropping his head and staring as the wet spot spread rapidly across his trousers would only draw attention to it. Much better to just get his change, and get the hell out, before Mrs. Cartwright or anyone else happened to notice his pee soaked jeans.
He took his change, not bothering with putting it in his wallet, just itching for a fast, yet unobtrusive exit from this shop of shame.
Picking up his burger, he balanced it on top of his package of fries, muttered a quick 'Thanks very much,' then stepped gingerly away from the counter that he'd been inching closer towards, in an effort to hide his crotch from the lady serving him. The only consolation was, his flow had finally trickled out enough to enable himself the necessary control to cut the flow off at last.
Danny spun around, cheeks glowing with shame, still too scared to look down or even touch himself. He sighed with at least partial relief that she hadn't noticed, and he'd stopped peeing. But when he heard her voice, it was like an icy dagger piercing his spine, literally freezing and incapacitating him at the same time.
"Hey! Young man! Hold on! Stop!"
The fear he suddenly felt caused another short but sharp squirt to shoot into his sagging tape on, and another burst of fresh warmth provided heat for his testicles, which seemed to be trying to crawl up inside his stomach to hide. He briefly considered running, but at fourteen, if a grownup yells at you to stop, your first instinct is to do as you're told, especially if you've been raised correctly, as young Daniel had been.
He stopped, and winced. Knowing that he'd been caught, and had probably even left a puddle on the floor, which she was going to make him clean up.
Feeling on the verge of tears, he slowly turned his head back towards the counter.
Mrs. Cartwright was looking at him with a look of concern.
"Don't forget to get your iced tea out of the fridge young fella! You've paid for it you know!"
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Chapter 37:
To keep up the appearance of not being together, they left seperately but within seconds of each other, with Dan being the last one out. He met the girls around the corner of the shop, and they could tell how shaken up he looked.
"I never, ever, want to do that again," he declared vehemently, leaning up against the wall. He still hadn't looked down at his pants, and asked nervously, "I'm wet, aren't I?"
Both girls looked at his crotch, and Amy got him to turn around so she could check his butt, before declaring that he hadn't leaked at all, and was good to go. Only then did he dare to reach down with his hand to check for himself, still almost convinced that his fingers would encounter wet fabric. Although his diaper was drenched, his touch managed to finally convince himself that he hadn't leaked, and he finally summoned up the nerve to look for himself.
Amy and Nikki were grinning, almost laughing in fact, and were struggling to maintain their composure at his reaction.
"I mean Holy fuck! I was sure I'd leaked everywhere! I felt way wetter than I normally do. I tried to control it, but once I started, I couldn't stop! I'm standing there, trying to pay, and I'm pissing flat out and it's running everywhere. That was horrible."
"That's why I don't leave it too long to do a pre-emptive strike mate." Amy explained. "The whole idea is to go early, before I get real desperate. That way I can still control it at least a bit, and if I do lose control, there's not as much to lose. Being full can be fraught with danger, even pre-empting it. I didn't even make it to the counter. I had an accident waiting for my burger."
Dan smiled at her. "I know you did. I was watching you, and I could tell."
"No way! How could you?" Amy asked in disbelief.
Dan didn't speak, just grinned and put his thumb in his mouth in an exaggerated version of what she'd done. Amy spluttered, then blushed.
"My bloody thumb sucking! I don't even know I'm doing it half the time!"
The cold weather was keeping people away from the park, so the trio scrambled up into the fort to escape the wind. Once they were comfortably seated, Dan opened the package of fries, and passed the iced tea around. As they ate their burgers, Nikki made a confession.
"I kinda didn't make it either," she said. "I wet myself quite badly before my food was ready, but I stopped before I'd finished, and I tried to let the last bit out like how we planned, but I got kinda scared I'd leak with my nappy being so wet already, and I couldn't make myself go."
Dan was shaking his head. "So after all our planning, I was the only one to stick with it then," he asked. "Girls...." he mumbled under his breath, causing his friends to throw a fry each at him.
"Don't blame us!" Amy informed him. "If we hadn't of had to go back for your stupid wallet in the first place, then Nikki and me would've been able to hold on longer!"
Nikki was a bit more contrite however. "I'm really sorry Dan. I honestly did try to stick with the plan, but I couldn't hold it any longer. Trying to keep pace with you guys when you're drinking is insane! I mean I know the whole idea is to get full and have a real accident, but I can't believe how many real ones I have when I'm drinking heaps with you guys. It's like my normally poor control gets like a hundred times worse or something. I think it's wearing a nappy as well. When I'm wearing one, it's like my body is more inclined to just go when it wants to. I really did try and hold on, but I just couldn't."
Amy was nodding in agreement. "You're right Nik. Danny and I have had this exact same discussion before. When we're diapered, it seems to make it harder to hold on, for sure. But you said that you didn't empty completely though?"
"Nah. I was peeing flat out, but managed to stop it at last. I wet so much I was sure I was gonna feel it running down my legs at any second! But then when I was paying for my food, I was just so tensed up I couldn't make myself pee. It was a bit annoying actually."
"So, do you still need to go now?"
Nikki smiled somewhat warily. "Yeaahh, kinda I do. Why?"
"Well, I think that since Danny and I completely 100% wet ourselves, that you should as well. Otherwise it's not fair. What do you think, Catholic boy?"
"I totally agree babe. I reckon Nik should finish what she started for sure!"
"There ya go Nikki. He agrees. Dare ya to finish wetting your nappy."
"Double dare you!" Dan piped in.
"You're on!" Nikki declared. The fries were almost gone, so she pulled the empty wrapping paper aside, and spread her legs in a wide V shape.
"Whoa Nik," Amy said. "I'd stand up if I were you. You're nappies already wet, and even these taped ones will leak if you pee sitting down in a full one. You'll end up with a wet bum!"
Nikki appeared indifferent. "So what? We're only going back to your place anyway. If my arse gets wet, I'll tie my jacket around my waist. I'd rather have a wet bum than wet legs! Can't hide those."
She bought her knees up, putting her feet flat on the floor. Her thighs opened wider, giving Amy and Dan a front on view of her crotch, with the tight white denim of her jeans now clearly showing the outline of her swollen diaper.
"Ready? Here goes," she said, and she squinted a bit, obviously concentrating a bit as she not only relaxed, but pushed as well.
They were sitting down out of the wind, and there was no traffic driving past, nor any other human sounds that they could hear. Later, after Nikki had gone home, Amy would tell Dan that in those few moments of magical silence, she would swear that she could hear a soft hissing sound as Nikki started peeing.
"I'm doing it!" Nikki announced, staring down at her lap. "I'm peeing!"
Three sets of eyes were locked onto the area directly believe her zipper, but apart from the way she suddenly leaned her back against the wall, giving her the necessary leverage to raise her bottom up a bit, nothing was immediately obvious to them.
But about ten seconds later there was.
All of a sudden, a trickle emerged, not through the crotch of her jeans, but from underneath her bottom. Like a worm, it wiggled its way across the cold metal base of the playground fort in which they sat.
"Nikki! You're leaking!" Amy exclaimed.
"Don't care. Can't stop," she replied. "It's all coming out now....."
The three kids watched in fascination as the little worm found a hollow area, and began to form a small puddle. Still, her actual crotch area didn't get wet, but suddenly they could see the inside legs of her jeans turning darker from underneath her backside. Apparently her leg guards had been unable to cope with the fresh torrent, and were now freely leaking from behind, soaking her backside, and wicking the trickling pee forwards onto her inner thighs. She kept her bottom raised for a few more seconds, then gave a shudder, before finally lowering it back down again with a noticeably wet squishy sound. She kept her legs spread wide, but lowered her knees, putting her feet straight out again. Grabbing at the denim on her thighs that was still dry, she pulled it even tauter, plastering the now highly obvious wet fabric tightly and firmly across her crotch. There was a puddle about three inches round between her legs, and the mission brown painted metal looked wet around her bottom.
"Oops. Think I pissed myself," she giggled, sounding like a little girl. But she stayed seated like that, picked up the last remaining bit of her burger, and continued eating without a care in the world.
Amy and Dan were almost in awe. Both of them were experiencing a fluttery sort of sensation in their stomachs, and were breathing a bit quicker than usual. Dans dick was rock hard in his diaper, and Amy felt a certain warmth around her slit that wasn't in any way relatable to her own pee filled nappy. She found herself reaching for Dans hand, then gently squeezing it, wanting to feel his presence as she looked, needing some reassurance that it was okay to be looking, and hoping that he was watching with the same intensity that she was. Judging by his firm grip, she decided that he was.
"Your bums gonna be very wet," Amy said.
Nikki just shrugged. "So? My jacket will cover it. But I don't wanna hang around for too long. Let's have a smoke and go back, okay?"
As they smoked, Nikki stood up. The sides of the playground fort hid her lower half from prying outside eyes. She tried to turn her head around to see how wet she was, but couldn't get a good look. So she started running her hand across her bottom, and pulling at the wet denim. Turning her back to her friends, she calmly asked them, "So? How bad is it?" While pinching and plucking at her wet patch.
The wet spot wasn't huge, but extremely visible, and made it completely obvious what had happened. It certainly wouldn't be mistaken for perhaps sitting on a wet bench or anything, and anyone who saw it would have absolutely no doubt that the thirteen year old girl had not only wet herself, but appeared to be wearing a nappy as well. Nikkis butt wasn't as well rounded as Amys was, and she was a lot skinnier, but her buttocks were still defined. Underneath each cheek was a half-moon shaped wet spot, that had obviously been produced from higher up, as it continued upwards and around the top inner thighs. If she stood facing you, with her legs together, nothing could be seen, but if she turned around, or had her legs open, the darkness against the bright whiteness of her pants left no doubt as to what had happened.
"Pretty bad mate," Amy informed her. "You'll need to tie your jacket for sure."
If she was overly perturbed, she hid it well. She stayed within the safe confines of the fort until they had finished smoking and collecting their rubbish, then, for the second time that day, slid down the slide wearing wet pants. Only then, did she tie her pink jacket around her waist, allowing the sleeves to hang down in front of her crotch like the true wetting veteran that she was.
The walk back home went without incident, as the cold weather and a few early drops of rain had again sent most people scurrying back indoors again. Nevertheless, the three of them were pleased to make it home without any interaction with anyone else, and once inside, Nikki hurried off to change again. This time, Dan gave her one of his pull ups to wear, as well as a spare Goodnight to take home, and Amy donated another tape up as well, and soon she reappeared wearing the pull up underneath her dress, with her new spares safely packed away. Amy had unloaded the dryer, and her and Dan had packed the towels away, and he had put his freshly laundered jeans and the brown cords away, and was again wearing his sweatpants, while Amy had changed into her pink sweats as well, but they had left their wet diapers on underneath though. It had been unspoken, but they had just decided to stay like that without discussing it.
It wasn't too much longer before Nikki's phone beeped, with a message from her mother telling her that she was about to pick her daughter up within the next fifteen minutes or so. Nikki went to the toilet twice during that time, determined to empty her bladder as much as possible.
"Are you going to leave the pull up on?" Dan asked.
"Yeah. Mum won't see it, but I don't wanna use it, at least not yet. Thanks to you guys, I can probably wear some protection to bed for a week or more now, and I won't wet them until they're almost worn out. I just love wearing them, and it seems almost a shame to use them!"
Her mother arrived not long after, and Nikki thanked them both, giving each of them a hug in turn, telling them both how much she appreciated not only the diapers, but lunch as well, then she was gone.
Nikki could be a real enigma. There were times that she seemed almost impossibly shy, and could be painfully hard to get an opinion out of, mostly due to her desire to just be accepted and not make waves. But she could also be the complete opposite, and be very straightforward and almost too brave and daring with her exploits, once she had her confidence up at least.
Amy led Dan back outside, remarking on how much quieter it seemed without Nikki being there. They still had a lot of iced tea left from what Dan had bought, so she poured them another drink. It was now about one o'clock, and they still had a couple of hours left before the grownups got home. They talked for a while about how wet their diapers were, and what they would do for the rest of the day.
"What's your idea Ames? What would you like to do?"
She smiled wickedly, and automatically Dan felt himself shiver with anticipation at the way she looked at him.
"Welllll, since we're both already wet, and we're alone for a while, maybe this would be a good time to help each other change? I've changed you, and I know you wanna change me, and I'd kinda like that as well. Perhaps we could even have a shower together?" |
Chapter 38:
Dans heart jumped into his throat, and he suddenly needed to pee again. He knew that if he hadn't just peed an hour ago, he may well have wet himself just then. But at the same time, he felt strangely calm. Perhaps calm wasn't the right word, but the whole situation had a touch of inevitability about it.
After Amy had changed Dan once before, the topic of Dan returning the favour had been discussed between them a few times, and he knew that eventually he would have his chance. In fact, he had actually been expecting that today was going to be the day that it was finally going to happen. Amy had even hinted about it earlier, and the hint hadn't gone unnoticed. Dan had kind of expected something like this would occur after Nikkis departure, but he had made up his mind that he wasn't going to be the one to bring it up, but rather he would let Amy lead the way, and now she had.
He swallowed deeply, and managed to smile, but try as he might, he couldn't stop his voice from breaking a bit, turning the last syllable into a squeak.
"I'd really like that Ames."
Amy looked nervous herself, but also determined. She stood up, and took his hand, and held it tightly as they went back inside, and she lead him to her room, where she guided him across to the bed, and sat beside him, still holding hands. She took a deep breath, and looked at him squarely before continuing.
"Before we start anything Danny, we need to talk about a couple of things, alright?"
Not trusting his voice not to break again, Dan just nodded.
"Okay. The first thing is, are you sure you wanna do this? Like have us both undress each other and stuff? I'm more than okay with it, and I've seen you undressed before, and I know you want to see me, but are you actually comfortable with doing it? I don't want stuff to get awkward between us later."
"Babe, I'm sure I'm ready." Dan replied. "As long as you're sure that you're okay with it, then I don't think it will be too bad later."
Amy smiled, happy that his response hadn't just been about what he wanted, but had included her considerations as well. That was kind of the sealer. If he had of just remarked that he wanted too, she may have encountered second thoughts, but knowing that he was still thinking of her needs, made those thoughts fade away.
"That's good then. The next thing are the ground rules. We've gotta agree on those first, okay?"
"Okay," was all he could muster in reply.
"First," she said, "We aren't gonna have sex Danny, and I need you to be clear on that. Sex isn't gonna happen. I want us to like see each other, touch and feel each other in more ways than we have done so far, but no penetration at all, by anything, anywhere, got it?"
Dan sighed with relief. He didn't think that having someone tell him that he wasn't going to have sex would ever feel so good. They had discussed sex a lot, and had both agreed that they were too young, but if Amy had have changed her mind and wanted to try it, he didn't know what he would have done. Suddenly he felt more relaxed than at any stage since the suggestion had popped out of her mouth. Again he nodded in agreement.
"Secondly, if either of us feels uncomfortable and says stop, then we stop at once, no arguments, understand?"
"Yes babe. I understand. Of course I agree, and I've gotta be honest, I'm kinda relieved about the 'no sex' part. Like we talked about before, I don't think we're ready. But I would love to have a shower with you......'
Amy leaned over and kissed him.
"Okay Catholic boy, but let's just have a cuddle first. Stand up for me, and take your shoes off."
Trembling more than a bit, Dan complied, standing up and kicking his shoes off without undoing the laces. Amy stood up and reached towards him, kicking her own shoes off in the process. "Arms up," she instructed. Once he raised his arms, she lifted his hoodie up and over his head, then lifted her own arms in a 'hands up' style of gesture, and looked expectantly at him. Dan grabbed her big baggy jumper, and slowly slid it over her head. Now they were both in T-shirts, he could tell how his earlier thought had been correct. She wasn't wearing a bra.
It appeared to be her turn to move. Dan was simply frightened of doing the wrong thing, so he was more than happy for her to be the one making the first moves, and he would just follow her lead.
She smiled shyly, and kissed him gently on the lips, causing him to respond, but only as lightly as she had kissed him, chastely, but with an undertone of hidden passion, but he made no contact with her apart from their lips.
While Amy was the protagonist, (as usual,) she didn't want to move too quickly either, less she make Dan panic, and while it didn't show, she was almost as nervous as he was. Taking his kiss as a positive sign, she reached for the waistband of his sweatpants, hooked her thumbs in, and quickly but gently slid them all the way down, and he stepped out of them, and used a socked foot to kick them aside.
In all of his fantasies about this moment, he had envisaged himself to be like a rampant bull faced with a cow on heat, ramrod stiff and ready for action, but now he was actually doing it, he felt his penis shrivelling up to the size of a broad bean, as if it wanted to fully retract and hide inside his abdomen. He tried to ignore this fact, and hoped that when the time came, he wouldn't be too scared to take his diaper off. The problem was in itself being scared. The more he worried about the state of his flaccid boyhood, the smaller it seemed to become, like a self-fulfilling prophecy of sorts, but he knew that he only had two options, go through with what was one of his biggest fantasies, or get cold feet and wimp out. He swallowed, took a deep breath, and tried to put all thoughts about the state of his penis out of his mind. His trembling hands reached for the elastic waistband of her pink sweatpants, and following her lead, he lowered them to her ankles, allowing her to step free as well.
Taking his hands, she stepped backwards towards the bed, then lay down, dragging him with her, although he chose to sit on the edge, too nervous to lay beside her at first. Now, with both of them wearing only diapers, T-shirts and socks, they looked at each other. It wasn't the first time that they had seen each other like this of course, but it was the first time that they had the time and privacy to go further.
Dan was sweating slightly, and his hands were visibly shaking.
"Now what?" He asked.
"Whatever you like." Amy replied nervously, not wanting to put any undue pressure on him.
He seemed momentarily confused, almost as if he didn't know what to do, which was in fact true. He knew that sex was out of the question, but what should he do? Kiss her? Touch her? Perhaps on her boobs? Would she even like that, or would she scream and slap him? What about her legs? They looked so delectable, with their little lacy white ankle socks over her pretty little feet, and her big, discoloured diaper at the top of them! She had told him that he could change her, but also that they were going to shower together, and surely he should wait till then? But she had also asked for a cuddle, but it just seemed weird to take each other's pants off, then lay down and just hug! She was laying there, as cute and gorgeous as he had ever seen her, looking expectantly at him, but nervously as well, just waiting for him to do something, but he had no idea exactly what he should do, and his prick was still playing hide and seek inside his nappy, making him even more nervous.
Hesitatingly he reached for her foot. He liked giving her foot rubs, particularly while she wore socks, and he had done it enough times before to feel safe in the knowledge that she liked it a lot, and wouldn't scream 'Rape!' or anything like that.
Dan swung his legs up onto the bed, and spread them out in a big "V" shape, angling up on either side of her body. He took both of her feet, and placed them right in front of his own soggy diaper, and started massaging her toes through her socks, one at a time at first, then all together, first her left foot, then her right.
Amy was almost as scared as he was, but she hid it better. She knew that if she didn't take charge, at least a bit, and show some confidence, even if it was only pretend conference, that Dan would probably chicken out. At the same time, she was kind of scared that he might try and go too far too quick, and perhaps rip her nappy off in a frenzy, or grab for her tits, and that would spoil things. But she didn't want to have to instruct him in every detail, especially as she had absolutely zero experience with this sort of thing herself. So when he decided to start slowly, with the safety of a foot rub, she was pleased, relieved, and excited. It indicated that he would proceed as planned, but slowly, and that is exactly how she wanted it to go. Feeling relieved about his course of action, she smiled her encouragement at him, them moaned in pleasure at the feeling of having her toes played with, then she closed her eyes and layed back, trusting him to do the right thing.
As he sat there, Amys feet pushing against his wet diaper, rubbing her toes and admiring her beauty, noticing the way her shirt had ridden up, fully exposing not only her wet nappy, but the belly button on her flat stomach as well, he started to actually relax. It was just the easy familiarity of doing some he had done before, but now he was looking at her in a much more intimate way, and her eyes were closed, so he was able to openly stare at her face without making eye contact.
Not for the first time did he marvel at how pretty she was, and shake his head in disbelief that such a beautiful girl was actually his girlfriend. Her high cheekbones, her pert little nose, the blonde hair, the full lips, it added up to a stunning package.
Then there were her boobs of course. He had never seen them uncovered, but he had seen her in her swimsuit, and he knew for a girl of her age, that she was surprisingly well endowed. As he looked at her chest, he could see the two hardened points of her nipples pushing against the thin white cotton T-shirt she wore. He had often thought about actually seeing her breasts, and now, knowing it was more of a probability than a possibility, made his pulse start racing higher.
Suddenly, his private member woke up from its hiding place within the saturated padding of his diaper, and started pushing firmly against it, now standing tall and proud. That was a huge relief as far as Dan was concerned.
Feeling more confident now that he no longer had a "baby penis" going on, he started moving his hands slowly upwards, first rubbing her ankles, then her calves, then her thighs. He didn't rush, and didn't press too hard anywhere, just proceeded with a firm but gentle circular, squeezing motion, and tried to leave no square inch of flesh untouched.
When he got to her diaper area, he ignored it, and ran his fingertips over her tummy instead, tracing a circle around her belly button and her hips, before bending forwards and kissing her lightly, on the stomach, and allowing his tongue to probe inside her belly button for a few seconds. Amy had kept her eyes closed for most of his gentle caresses, but at the feeling of his tongue on her stomach, she arched her back, groaned loudly, and opened her eyes.
At first, this scared him, and he thought that he may have crossed the line, so he froze in place, and raised his head to look at her, expecting to find her looking either horrified, disgusted, or angry. Instead, she was smiling broadly, her even, white teeth showing in a huge happy grin.
Any thoughts he may have had about her being upset were dispelled as soon as she reached down, grabbed the hem of her shirt, and pulled it over her head, leaving her topless, and virtually naked except for her diaper and socks, but she didn't speak.
Amy reached for his right hand, which he gave willingly, and she drew it upwards, placing it on her left breast, and he could feel her hardened nipple pushing into his palm. He just cupped her breast at first, not knowing exactly what was expected of him, but then instinct took over, and he squeezed it gently, then with a look of wonder on his face, he delicately took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and squeezed that as well, almost expecting that that would be the moment when she would yell "Stop!" then punch him in the face.
But she didn't. Instead, she moaned even louder, and pressed her backside firmly down against her sodden diaper, and wiggled it back and forth, obviously relishing the way it felt as it squashed itself wetly between her legs. Any doubt he may have harboured about her enjoyment was dispelled when she grabbed his head, and pulled it onto her breasts, lips first.
Dan could smell her. The smell of her skin, her body spray, the soap she used, her shampoo, the tangy, salty odour of sweat, and even a mild scent of pee, emanating from her diaper.
He tasted her. Licking her skin, and putting his lips around her nipple, and sucking on it, drawing the blood towards it, and heightening the sensations. As he licked, sucked, kissed, and tasted, her free hand, the one that wasn't holding his hair while pushing his face down, was squeezing and rubbing the front of her nappy.
"Stop," she said, and at once he did, feeling confused and worried that he had somehow done the wrong thing and upset her. But a single glance at her face was enough to reassure him that he hadn't done anything wrong.
As he sat up, still straddling her, their diapers now touching, she reached instead for his shirt, which she pulled up, but couldn't quite get high enough to remove. He grinned down at her, and did it for her, pulling it over his head and carelessly throwing it on the floor in the general direction of his pants. Usually he was a bit self conscious about his ever so slightly chubby tummy, but he didn't even give it a second thought, anymore than he did about the fact that like Amy, his socks and nappy were the only things stopping him from being naked. His earlier qualms about his shrunken boyhood were now completely gone, and he was feeling as large as what he'd ever felt, almost as if his member had miraculously grown an extra inch or two in the last ten minutes.
Amy was technically trapped underneath him, but there was no uneasiness about it at all. Instead of feeling vulnerable, threatened, or even slightly uncomfortable, she felt safe and protected, loved and cared for, and felt that he could straddle her semi naked body all day and she would love it.
But it was time for a change. She grabbed his arms and pushed, guiding him off her, and feeling a brief spurt of pee escape as his weight shifted, but she barely noticed it. Now he was on his back, and she swung her leg over, planting her wet diaper on his, and even through the double layer of thick, soaked padding, she could feel his firmness beneath it. She ground against him a couple of times, pushing her diaper against his, until he murmured "Stop. You probably shouldn't do that much more."
Taking the hint, she slid down his body, but only enough to bend forward, and press her lips against his hairless chest. It was her turn to take his nipple into her mouth, and she did it, biting gently, and hearing him almost scream with pleasure.
Sliding off him, she stood over him, breasts exposed, but making no effort to cover them at all. She reached for his socks, and pulled them off quickly, leaving him clad only in his nappy. He was breathing hard, sweating slightly, and his longish hair was rumpled and messy, but he was smiling, and appeared to have found a new confidence, with his earlier reservations completely gone, and was looking at her expectantly.
Before she could lose her nerve, Amy reached for his diaper tapes, undoing the leg tapes first, then the top ones. Feeling like a kid at Christmas time opening a present, she slowly, and with great reverence, peeled down the front flap of his nappy, and issued an audible gasp as she saw what was inside. She had completely forgotten (as had he) that he was still wearing the pink satin panties under his diaper, and they were completed soaked, with not a dry spot to be seen on them anywhere. It probably should have been an amusing sight, but the dark pink saturated satin was clinging to his boyhood like a second skin, showing virtually every detail, and it looked sexy to her, and not in the slightest bit funny. In fact, her breath caught in her throat a bit. It was like opening the box that the present was in, and finding it hiding under a layer of tissue paper, visible, but not clearly so, and she needed to see it uncovered before she could finally take possession of her long awaited present
He lifted his hips, and she pulled them down, watching in wonder as his boyhood, now unrestrained, stood straight up, seeming to pulse as it tasted the freedom of fresh air. She had seen it once before, and touched it, but she couldn't remember it being so big. She would've sworn it was smaller than that the last time she saw it. Even though his bum was wet, he couldn't help but drop it onto her sheets, as he lifted his legs up, allowing her to pull the wet panties free from his body, finally leaving him as naked as he had been at the time of his birth.
"My turn." Amy said, rolling off him and laying down, causing her boobs to jiggle as she settled herself down.
Dan did for her as she had done for him. Undoing the tapes with a shaking hand, then slowly peeling the front down, giving himself his first ever look at Amys maidenhood. She had a lot more pubic hair than he did, although it didn't cover all of her mound, but was just generally thicker on the lower region, covering it with light golden strands of curls, with a glistening slit not quite hidden by the sandy coloured undergrowth.
"Lay with me?" Amy asked, and so he did. They lay side by side, draping an arm over each other, completely naked, but feeling no unease at all. They kissed gently, but without any hint of the raw passion that they were struggling to contain, instead, just keeping it simple. Amy wriggled closer to him, and soon their bodies were pressed tightly together. Dan could feel the hard nodules on her breasts rubbing against his chest, and a certain slipperiness against his pelvis and occasionally against his thigh, whilst she could feel his erection pressing against her stomach, leaving a stickiness behind as it slid around.
For a few minutes they just kissed and touched. Their nervous fingers did touch each other "down there," but only fleetingly, and never with any direct or deliberate intention, more of an occasional light brush or caress, just to gauge the reaction that it might inspire in the other one. Amy did grab his shaft lightly once, but he pulled away immediately.
"No Ames. Don't. If you do that, I'm gonna make a mess. I'm right on the edge now, and I don't think I could stop it from happening if you touch me like that."
"Okay Catholic boy," she replied. "I won't do it here, but let's go and take that shower, but I can't promise I won't touch it in there though."
Amy led the way, and Dan followed, his erection leading him like a radar, as he kept his eyes plastered on her pert, naked backside as it sashayed back and forth as she walked, stopping briefly at the linen closet for towels. They entered the bathroom, and she turned to him and smiled wickedly, with the childlike gleam of just plain naughtiness replacing the sultry, adult style look that had been in her eyes.
"Wanna see me pee?" She asked.
Dan had to laugh. It just seemed "So Amy." Just the sort of thing that she was so prone to do, spring a surprise on him that he just wasn't expecting. But yes, he really did want to see her pee. Very much indeed in fact. He'd never seen a naked girl pee before.
"Yes babe. I'd love to watch you pee! Wanna watch me?"
She agreed that it was a fine suggestion, and she stepped into the shower, and not without some feelings of relief. When she had peed a bit in her nappy when Dan had gotten off her, she had become aware of a need to go, and had been starting to get a bit nervous after taking her diaper off. Once she started having little leaks like that, it meant a bigger accident was approaching, and in the back of her mind she could see herself losing control of her bladder whilst fooling around naked on the bed, and that wouldn't be very nice, regardless of how much they both enjoyed playing wet games.
She stood facing him, and felt a trickle on her leg. She had again leaked without being aware of it happening, and guessed that she had managed more by luck than good judgment, to get into a safe place like the shower with only minutes to spare, if that.
Dan had noticed the trickle, but didn't realise that it was in fact an accident and not deliberate, and he stared enraptured at the golden moisture that had run down her leg and pooled around her left foot, and the drops of pee that hung from her pubes like dew on fine yellow grass.
Before she had the chance to say anything, she felt her muscles weaken, and with the cold tiles under her feet not helping her situation, she lost control.
Dan was fascinated as he saw a stream arc out from a hidden spot on her mound. He had never heard of girls having a pee hole before, and always assumed that they peed from their vaginas, but had now learned that wasn't the case. An arc of pee shot out in front of her, not unlike it did when he peed, but unlike him, Amy also had a lot of pee just running down her legs as well. She made no attempt to squat or aim, just stood there watching him, as her legs and feet got coated in warmth.
"Your turn," she said, and beckoned him to join her.
He stepped into the thankfully roomy shower, and into her pee puddle as well, but he didn't mind doing that.
"I don't know if I can Ames. I sorta need to go, but guys kinda can't pee when they're, you know," he gestured towards his erect boyhood, "like this."
"Well. We'll just give it a minute to go down then. I wanna see you pee as well. I've never seen a boy peeing. At least not in his pants," she added with a giggle.
"I've never seen a girl do it until now." Dan admitted. "I didn't know you peed like that. I thought it was like a vagina thing, but it's not, is it?"
Amy had to laugh. She was in a shower cubicle, naked, with her naked boyfriend, covered in pee from the waist down, and was now giving him a basic anatomy lesson on a girls plumbing. It seemed somewhat surreal. But he was interested, and she guessed a lot of boys probably shared the same misconception, so she explained it nicely to him without ridiculing his lack of knowledge on female biology, even showing him where she peed from. By the time she'd finished, his boyhood had softened enough to allow him to try.
He turned side on, facing the wall so as not to pee on her, and relaxed. It wasn't easy, and he had to force it a bit, but eventually he felt it coming. He grabbed his member, and aimed it comfortably down, and with a bit of effort, he finally produced a stream. After a few seconds, nature took over, and his bladder started emptying on its own accord, and he could stop forcing it. As his stream strengthened, he became aware of Amy moving beside him as she watched, then she moved quickly, and took his still arcing penis in her hand, and wriggled it, giggling as she watched his pee sprinkle everywhere. At first he was shocked, but he couldn't pull away without somehow spinning around while peeing everywhere, so he had not much choice but to let her hold it, but when she giggled, he did as well, and happily relaxed, letting her guide his stream in ever changing patterns, as she laughed with pleasure.
Once he'd finished, and managed to get pee all over his feet and one leg as well, they turned the shower on, adjusted it, then gratefully stepped under the water together, the cold day allowing the warm water to provide even greater comfort than usual.
At first, they kept it simple, and shampooed each other's hair, then did the same with the conditioner. Whilst leaving the conditioner in for the required two minutes, Amy picked up the soap, and scrubbed her legs and feet, then gave it to Dan to do the same. But when he finished, he started rubbing soap over Amys breasts, smiling as her nipples again stood up hard. She took the soap, and rubbed his chest, and then, covered in soapy bubbles, they kissed, and pressed their slippery bodies together, relishing the way that their chests slipped and slid against each other's.
The conditioner was now starting to run into their eyes, so they took turns to rinse their hair out. Then Amy turned her back on the spray, and rubbed the soap first all over her own crotch area, and then Dans.
"Make me nice and clean Danny, and I'll clean you," she said.
He put his hand into her curls, steadfastly avoiding the opening, because of Amys strict rule on no penetration, and started rubbing the soap in.
"Not there Danny. Here. Like this...."
She took his hand, guiding it, and suddenly she shivered, just as his middle finger seemed to touch a certain spot, right near the top of her opening. She held his finger in place, and guided it, showing him how she desired to be washed, then let him do it.
While he was so gainfully employed, she started washing his private area, paying particular attention to his erect shaft, making sure she soaped it up good and proper. She felt his body stiffen, just as his probing fingers caused a shiver to pass through her as well.
His voice was strangled. "Amy, you really gotta stop that. I'm gonna let go any second."
But she wasn't listening. Her own orgasm was upon her. It usually didn't happen so quickly, but her level of arousal was at a height she hadn't ever reached before. Her toes curled in the soapy water around her feet, her back arched, her jaw tightened, and she leaned against Dan for support, still holding his cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She clamped her thighs together, trapping his hand, as his fingers continued to probe and play. She screamed in ecstasy as it pulsed through her, and her grip on Dans cock tightened, and she was aware of it pulsing in her hand, and she was moaning as well, and pushed up firmly against him, as her climax reached its zenith, at the same time Dan moaned, and squirted his essence in two large shots, straight onto her freshly washed stomach. |
Chapter 39:
Standing in front of each other, still as naked as a pair of new borns, Amy noticed that although Dan had toweled off his face and hair, he still had water on his face. Upon closer inspection, she realised that a tear was running down his cheek.
"Danny? Baby? What's wrong?" Amy asked hesitatingly, and she was relieved to see him smile.
"Nothing Ames. Really. It's just that, just, I don't know! I just love you so much! That's all. I can't believe you're my girlfriend, I can't believe the stuff we do, and I'm kinda just waiting for it to end, I guess. Shit like this just doesn't happen to kids like me! You're just so perfect, and I guess it kinda scares me a bit. I almost expect that at any time I'm gonna like wake up or something, or you're just gonna tell me to fuck off, and I'm gonna lose you. It makes me kinda scared."
"Oh Danny! C'mere!" She held him tight, pushing her naked body firmly against his. "I love you too Danny. More than you know. Don't stress about shit that's not gonna happen, okay? If you wanna stress about something, stress about the fact that it's after 2:30, and our olds are gonna be back any minute! At least that's true!" Arching her head up, she kissed him firmly, letting her tongue slide into his mouth. As she did so, she felt something moving across her belly, and she smiled as she saw his member was growing stiff again.
"Not now," she giggled. "I can't believe you're ready again! But we ain't got time for that shit! We've gotta get dressed!"
Giggling and laughing, they raced each other back to the bedroom. Once inside, Amy insisted that they had enough time to dress each other. She had Dan lay on the bed, trying to avoid the wet patch where his bum had been after she had taken his diaper off. Amy retrieved his socks, and slid them over his feet, then made him sit up, where she pulled his t-shirt over his head.
"Pull up or tape up?" Amy asked.
"Pull up," he instructed. "After our mums get back, we probably won't be doing big wets anymore."
He got up, collected his backpack, and rummaged around, finally extracting both his pacifier, and another pull up. He sighed with obvious relief when he started sucking on his paci, and handed her the diaper. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Amy held it open, just as she would do for a toddler, and Dan stepped into it, but not before waving his semi erect penis in front of her face, causing her to jump backwards. She held his sweatpants open for him, and finally slid his hoodie over his head.
Dan followed her lead, starting with her cute little socks. Amy had already taken another tape on from her drawer, so he slid it underneath her, and gave her pubic mound a quick, gentle touch, before pulling the diapers front panel up, and fastening the tapes. Pants and jumper next, and he dressed her just as she had him.
Gathering up their used diapers, she pointed at the sodden panties on the floor. "Pick those up Danny. Bring 'em to the bathroom."
Back in the bathroom, she disposed of their diapers, and instructed him to rinse the panties out under hot water. While he was doing that, she took a hairdryer from under the sink, brushing and drying her hair, then giving it to him, while she squeezed the panties as dry as she could, explaining that she would hang them in her closet to dry, thus avoiding putting them through the washing where her mother would find them. "I'll hide them for you to wear again some other time," she told him. Twenty minutes later, after a final walk through of the house and patio area, they were satisfied that all incriminating evidence had been hidden, cleaned up, or disposed of, and they were sitting in the living room with Amys PS switched on, just for the sake of looking innocently busy for when their mothers returned.
Only then did they allow themselves the chance to talk about what they had done. To listen to them talk, it would be hard to believe that they were the same pair that had just shared an extremely adult experience with each other, and they chattered excitedly like the kids that they still were.
"Oh my God Ames! I like can't believe we just did that! What did you think of it? Was it good for you too?"
"You bet it was! Nobody's ever touched me down there before, I couldn't believe how nice it felt! I sorta want to do it again!"
"You know, I didn't even feel really embarrassed or anything! I was sure I'd be too shy to do that sorta shit with you, but I didn't!"
"I loved touching your thing! Did that feel nice when I grabbed it?"
"Nice?? It was awesome! I thought I'd let go in your hand as soon as you grabbed it! It looked like you liked me touching that spot on your private bits?"
The conversation went on like this for a few minutes. Each of them talking at 100 miles an hour, trying to find words that they didn't know to explain what it had been like, and asking lots of questions of each other at the same time. It was like there wasn't enough time left before the world ended to fully explore what they had just done, and they were excited and curious enough to discuss it until it did end. In this case, the end of the world equated to their parents coming back, and fifteen minutes later, they did, putting an abrupt end to the constant retelling and animated reenactments they were going through.
Both kids had agreed that they not only wanted, but actually needed a cigarette, but they would wait for their mothers to return first, then go for a walk. It made more sense to know where the grownups were going to be, rather than be spotted by them driving past, perhaps getting caught doing something naughty.
So after Sue and Sonia had arrived, they made the prerequisite small talk for a while, putting on an air of restrained boredom, then asked for permission to go for a walk, 'just to get out of the house for awhile.' It was still cold, but the threat of rain seemed to have passed, so with nothing more than a walk and cigarette in mind, they set off, holding hands as they strolled down the road in companionable silence. Amy was eventually the first to speak.
"So, Danny boy, you wanted to talk to me about your school camp, didn't ya?"
Daniel sighed. All of a sudden he could feel his good mood rushing out of him like air escaping from a punctured balloon. This topic had been a constant worry for him for days now, but for the last few hours, he had finally been able to put it out of his mind, and now, it was again front and centre in his brain.
"Yeah. S'pose so. I guess. It's not like talking about it is going to change anything, but there's only you or mum I can talk too about it, and she wasn't any help, that's for sure!"
"I'm not trying to be a smart arse," she said, "but it's your bed wetting that's the main reason, isn't it? Or is it your Goodnights?"
"It's both really," Dan said. "But probably the bed wetting is the main thing. I mean of course I'm worried about the pull ups, but I've been able to hide them well enough so far, but I just can't see how I can wear a grownup nappy, and wet it, without getting caught!"
"So what does your mum say about it?"
"Huh!" Dan snorted derisively. "She doesn't care! It's almost like she wants me to be embarrassed I think! I didn't know she could be so mean really."
Amy put her arm around his waist and squeezed him gently.
"Danny, your mums not mean. You know that. I think you're exaggerating a little bit, aren't you?"
He shook her arm away angrily, his eyes flaring with a look that Amy had never seen before.
"Bullshit I am! She's making me go, even though she knows that everyone is gonna find out and make fun of me. If that's not mean, what is?"
"She can't FORCE you to go Dan." Amy said hesitantly, a bit put off by the vehemence in his voice. It was totally out of character for him. "What if you just refused to go?"
"Then I have to go to school with the seniors! They'll put me in with the big kids, who I don't know, and then not only will my classmates know I didn't go, but so will they! As you know, there's only a few reasons why a kid doesn't go to camp. She may as well send me to school wearing a flashing 'Bed Wetter' sign around my neck. At least if she let me stay home, I could pretend I was sick, but if I'm well enough to go to school, it makes it pretty goddamn obvious why I don't go to camp, doesn't it?"
Amy wasn't sure exactly how to respond. She hadn't seen Dan so worked up since the incident with the bullies on the beach. But she felt obliged to try and say something.
"I guess you're right sweetie, but I can sorta see her point as well. I mean, you can't just pretend to be sick every time you have to go away! You've gotta face up to it sometime. You're a bed wetter, just like me, and it's something we have to try and manage, not hide."
"GREAT!" He shouted, pulling his hand swiftly away from her. "So your on HER side to then!"
Amy was stunned. Dan had actually yelled angrily at her, and that never happened. Yes, they argued occasionally, but now he was apparently really mad at her, and it hurt. She was ashamed that she could feel tears welling up in her eyes, but she couldn't help it. He was mad. At her. And it hurt.
Amy paused in shock, finding herself struggling to draw in a hitching breath, feeling a bit disgusted with herself as she became aware of a warm spot growing inside her nappy. She had only just peed an hour ago, perhaps less, but as soon as she felt a tear escaping from her eye, she felt a trickle from her pee hole as well. She didn't have much urine left inside her before she leaked, but what little bit there had been was now soaking into her diaper as she fought a losing battle against her oncoming tears.
Dan hadn't noticed that she had stopped at first, but as he continued storming down the street in a fit of temper, he was suddenly aware that she was no longer beside him. He turned, sighing in frustration, to find her frozen on the spot, with tears on both of her cheeks. Any anger he was feeling abruptly left him, and he became aware that he had just yelled at his girlfriend for no good reason. It almost broke his heart to see that he had caused her to cry.
"Amy, baby, I'm sorry," he whispered, hurrying back to where she stood, and wrapping her in a tight embrace. "I'm sorry," he repeated earnestly, "I know I shouldn't take it out on you! I didn't mean it. Really I didn't."
"I wet myself." Amy replied in a quiet voice. "You made me wet my pants."
He looked at her, she looked at him, and they both snorted, then laughed, and just like that, the tension was gone. Once again they took each other's hand, and continued their walk.
"I'm sorry too," she said. "I know you're upset about it, but I did mean what I said though. As much as you may hate hearing it, you've only got two options. You either go to camp and manage your problems just like you have been, or you hang out at school with the seniors for a couple of days. But I agree with you. If you do that, even if they never find out for sure, they'll probably label you as a bed wetter anyway, and you'll be a senior yourself next year. Think about what that'll be like if they start picking on you already!"
"But if I go, and everyone finds out now, that's still gonna happen anyway! Then there's my daytime pull ups to think about as well. We'll be doing lots of activities and shit, like bushwalking and mountain biking, and my nappies are more likely to be seen, then there's the problem of springing a leak.....I mean I know I've been lucky at school a few times, but at least there I can get permission to go to the toilet during class, when there's usually nobody else in there, or even at the worst, I can change in the nurses office during lunch, but at camp, they'll be other boys around all the time! Plus I don't know what to do about getting changed for bed, or what happens if I wake up wet. The whole idea is just like totally fucked."
Amy didn't want to upset him again, but felt like she had to say something.
"Danny, maybe it's time to think about telling your friends. I mean you already know Scott's a bed wetter. I'm sure you could stay in the same cabin with him and Matt and Ali."
Dan just smiled ruefully. "I seem to remember it was you who told me to think very hard before I told anyone....."
"Yes, but we were talking then about you wearing grownup diapers to school, weren't we? This is a bit different mate. If you do go, I reckon you're gonna have to tell them about your nighttime problems, and that doesn't make you any different from Scott, and they accept his problem alright."
By now, they had arrived at the park, and finding it still deserted, made their way into the safe confines of the fort once again, where Amy produced her last two cigarettes, lighting them both, and passing one to Danny, who gratefully accepted it, drawing deeply.
"That's the last of 'em." Amy told him. "Enjoy it, Catholic boy, God knows when I'll be able to get any more."
"Probably a good thing," he replied. "We really have been smoking way too much lately," to which Amy solemnly nodded in agreement.
"Like I was saying," Amy continued, "If Matt and Ali don't have an issue with Scott wetting the bed, I'm sure they'll be cool with you, and I'll betcha any money that Scott himself will be pleased to know he's not alone! Remember how pleased we both were to finally meet another kid who had problems like us! It'll be the same for him, guaranteed. I'd even bet that if Ali or Matt were funny about it, Scott would stick up for ya when you told 'em."
"I know you're right babe, in a way, at least. But if we were just having a sleepover at his place, it would be different. I could pretty much tell them, no worries. It wouldn't be a big issue putting on my sleep pants. But it's not just a sleepover, it's camp! I've gotta wear 24/7, and I can't hide it! We'll be getting changed together, probably showering together, and I can't hide my daytime pull ups for two whole days!"
"So what do you think the options are sweetie? What can you do?" Amy asked.
"Well I think, if I've gotta tell them about my bed wetting, I may as well tell them everything. About my incontinence, my daytime pull ups, The grownup diapers. Everything. At least if the guys I'm sharing a cabin with know, they might try and help me. If they don't, and they decide to make a big deal about it, well, I'm fucked anyway. I won't be able to stop them spreading shit about one way or another. All I can do is come 100% clean with them about everything, and hope they back me up. I just don't know how to do it, that's all."
Amy grinned as she butted her smoke out, watching him do the same. "I've got an idea about that. If you wanna hear it that is."
Arching his eyebrow inquisitively, Dan replied. "Cause I do! What is it?"
"Let's go get a drink or something to rinse our breath out," she replied. "I'll tell ya on the way."
Amy went to stand up, but Dan put a hand on her leg, stopping her from moving. "Good idea," he said, "But I've gotta ask you something first."
"Okay, shoot," she replied, noticing he was actually grinning at her now.
"Tell the truth. Did you really wet yourself?"
Amy didn't hesitate. She lifted her bum up, and pulled her pink sweatpants down to her ankles, then sat back down, spreading her knees wide.
"Feel for yourself," she said.
And he did. |
Chapter 41:
Sue and Sonia sat around the table drinking coffee.
"I told you there was nothing to worry about," Sue told her friend.
"Don't be so sure my dear," Sonia replied. "I'm telling you, those children of ours are getting very serious with each other. They hide it well, but we need to keep an eye on them."
Sue laughed. "Surely you're exaggerating it a bit Son. They're only kids for Christs sake! They're not even fifteen yet! I'm sure that they're more interested in video games and bloody music than anything else. Yes, I know they like to have a kiss and a cuddle, but so what? That's what being a kid in love is all about!"
"Sue, darling, I have no problem with them having a little snuggle. But I'm telling you, they're gearing up for more than that."
"I don't want to argue with you Son, but Danny is only a little boy. Well, okay, I know he's not 'little,' but he is only a kid, and so's Amy! Danny's that nervous about wearing his diapers and wetting himself that it's not funny! That's the reason why the pair of them are so close, because they share a difficult problem. I doubt if they're even physically capable of going much further than kissing!"
"Don't be fooled Sue! Your Danny is the sweetest boy in the world. I love him to bits myself. But you don't know my daughter!"
Sue laughed again at that. "What? Sweet little Amy? What in the world are you getting at?"
"Don't laugh! 'Sweet little Amy' can be a cunning little cow when she wants to be! I don't think your boy would be too much trouble, but my daughter on the other hand....."
"Alright sweetie. Point taken. I'll make sure I keep a closer eye on them from now on. But they haven't given us any reason to not trust them yet?"
"Yeah. Yet." Sonia replied ruefully.
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Meanwhile, Dan and Amy had stopped in another suburban park, a few blocks away from Amy's house. Dan had started to feel the first urges to pee, and Amy had suggested doing a pre-emptive strike before he filled up too much. They were currently hiding behind some bushes, and Amy's hand was down the front of Dans sweatpants, holding the front of his pull up.
"Are you going yet?" Amy asked.
"Not yet. I need to, but I've kinda stiffened up a bit since you put your hand down there..,,"
"I can tell, Catholic boy! Just hurry up and pee, before anyone comes!"
"I'll come if you keep holding my dick like that," he replied, causing her to giggle.
"Wait. Yep. Here it comes. Ahhh!" Dan sighed with relief as his bladder started to empty. Amy had a firm grip on his nappy, but wasn't really squeezing his boyhood, and within seconds a torrent of hot pee was flowing freely out of him, swelling his diaper considerably."
Amy smiled at him. The nappy in her hand was getting warm, and swelling up as she held it. She could feel his stream hitting the inside padding, and couldn't help but to slip her little finger into the leg band, brushing it across his balls. He jumped a bit, but not away, and he leaned over and kissed her, without cutting off his flow, even as he felt a trickle running down his leg. Amy felt the hot liquid running across her finger, and could tell he was leaking, but since he wasn't pulling away, she returned his kiss, adding a bit of tongue for good measure.
His silky black sweatpants didn't show up any wetness, but when they finished kissing, after he had finished peeing, there were a couple of drips coming out of his left pants leg.
"Oops. Wet my pants a bit," he grinned.
"You're a naughty boy, Little Danny!" Amy reprimanded him, squeezing his diaper one last time before removing her hand from her pants, and wiping it across her backside to dry it off.
Dan shook his leg, shaking the drops from his pants, and not appearing at all concerned that his pants were now a bit wet. They were shiny and black, it was windy, and the invisible wetness would soon dry, At least his nappy was now nice and warm. They made their way over to a nearby bench.
"So, what do we do?" Dan asked.
"Ring Scott," Amy replied. "Tell him that Nikkis keen to meet him. Tee it up for next Saturday, or, here's an idea, Thursday night! Late night shopping at the mall! We can hang out there, grab a bite to eat, check out the shops. Keep it real casual like!"
"Thursday.....yeah, I like that. Mum gets weird about me going into the city, but she doesn't mind me going to the mall, and it's easier! Hang on, I'll call him."
It dawned on Dan as he was listening to the sound of ringing coming from his phones loudspeaker, that he'd never actually rang Scott before. They had exchanged messages, and chatted on Facebook, but he'd hadn't ever rang him.
"Danny! Wassup? You're on loudspeaker here, got Matt and Ali with me. Watcha doing mate?"
"Hey Scotty. You're on speaker too. I'm with Amy."
His phone erupted with the sounds of three young teenage boys all talking at once.
"Amy! Hello Amy! Hi Amy! etc."
This caused her to giggle and blush as she returned their greetings. Eventually the chatter died down, giving Scott the opportunity to speak.
"So, Dan-The-Man, what's happening? Surely you got better stuff to do with your pretty lady than ring me! Unless you're just rubbing my nose in it again!"
Dan laughed. "You're actually right bud. But I'm calling to do you a big favour....."
"Yeeeaaahhh, aaannnnd," came Scotts drawn out reply, sounding immediately intrigued.
Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, feeling for some reason that he was fast approaching a tipping point, Danny continued, "You remember Amy's friend Nikki? The girl who went to Adventure World with us? I showed you her picture?"
"Yeah, I do," Scott replied, but even in those three syllables, there was a sudden change in his voice patterns.
"Well, turns out that although Nikki is really smart and pretty, her eyesight isn't real good. Amy showed her your photo, and she didn't run off screaming. We were wondering if you'd like to go on a double date sorta thing with us? Maybe the mall on Thursday night?"
There was the sound of Ali and Matt cheering, and probably punching Scott at the same time, if the muffled noises emanating from Dans phone were any indication.
"Ow! Fuck! Piss off you two! Sorry Dan, still there?"
Dan and Amy were having a hard time keeping a straight face each, and Amy was covering her mouth, trying to stifle her giggles.
"Hello?" Scott repeated nervously, "You there? Sorry for swearing Amy!"
That was enough for Amy. She quickly got up and moved away, trying to laugh quietly, and feeling a fresh warmth in her diaper as she did so.
"Yeah, we're still here Scotty. But if you'd rather hang out with your boyfriends there, that's cool too...."
That of course resulted in a torrent of good natured abuse spewing forth from Matt and Ali.
"What boyfriends? As of this very moment, I've dropped them! I'm single again! Shit yeah I'd like to meet her!" His voice dropped a bit, suddenly sounding unsure. "But this is dead set, right? You're not just pulling the piss here, are ya?" He almost sounded scared.
"No joke Scott. We've gotta like confirm the time and shit with her, and ask our olds as well of course, but if our mums say it's okay, and she's allowed to come, we could meet there at, say, 5:30?"
"Sounds great Danny! Thanks man! I owe you big time! If I can ever like do you a favour or anything, you just ask, okay dude?"
"Don't worry mate, I'll probably call you on that favour sometime," Dan said seriously, but slipping a wink to Amy as he said it, causing her to reply with a silent thumbs-up gesture. "We'll try and organise it, and I'll see ya at school on Monday and let you know what's happening."
"Thanks Dan. You too Amy. I really do owe youse one. I mean it."
"Don't worry mate, I won't be afraid to call you on it either! See ya Monday."
Dan hung up, smiling broadly at his girlfriend. He was shaking slightly, and felt a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, despite the cold wind. "Well. The balls rolling I guess. Your turn to try Nikki."
Amy called her friend, and the response was just as positive. With Dans permission, Amy filled Nikki in on the whole scope of their plan, explaining how Dan wanted an excuse to talk to his mate alone about his problem. If Nikki felt at all like a pawn in the plan, it certainly didn't show. Her excitement was obvious, and she insisted on running to her mother and begging for permission to go, which was granted without any drama. Nikki mother was actually a lot like Sue and Sonia, at least in the aspect that she worried about her child's wetting problems, and lack of friends. Of course she didn't know for sure that Nikkis occasional accidents weren't anything but accidents, although she did harbour her suspicions sometimes. What she knew as fact, was that her daughter didn't have a lot of friends, and she was happy that Nikki appeared to be making some new ones.
Of course the fact that it was a date with a boy wasn't exactly mentioned. Somehow that part got mysteriously left out of the conversation.
Phone calls over, Amy and Dan sat beside each other in silence, just holding hands, and not even really feeling the cold. After a few minutes of companionable quiet, Dan spoke.
"Well Ames. I guess I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna tell my friends about my problems." |
Chapter 42:
"Are you sure about this Daniel? I'm not sure it's necessary, or a good idea."
It was Thursday afternoon, and Dan had arrived home from school not long ago. The first thing he had done was get changed, as his Goodnight had gotten wet during the bus trip home. Thankfully he hadn't soaked himself, but he hadn't had a chance to empty his almost full bladder after the final bell of the day, and had leaked a bit during the ride home. Sue had seen him almost running up the driveway holding himself, before crashing through the door and running straight into the downstairs toilet, not even taking the time to go upstairs. She knew what this meant, and hadn't spoken to him until he had finished, then trudged upstairs to change. Knowing her son had probably wet his pants, she made him a chocolate milkshake, and he was now sitting at the dining table drinking it. He had been in a bad mood with her for a week now, and this was the first time they had really spoken more than a few words to each other at a time.
But what he was telling her made her uneasy. He was planning on not only telling his friends about his bed wetting, but also about wearing his diapers 24/7. Sue had thought that he might open up to them about wearing to bed, simply because one of his mates did as well, and she had planned to ensure that Dan shared a cabin at camp with him for that very reason, but she hadn't expected that he would decide to tell them everything.
Now she was doubting her firm stance on making him go to camp. She initially had been growing tired of Daniels continued reluctance to accept his condition. Well, perhaps that wasn't entirely true. Especially since he had met Amy, he seemed to be starting to come to terms with it a lot more, but he could be a hard kid to read at times. He had wet the bed his entire life, and some days waking up wet didn't appear to bother him, but on other days he would cry about it. Just the other night he had had a little accident, and wet himself a bit without having a nappy on. He had changed after school, and decided to not put one on until after he showered later, but ended up with a wet spot on his pants while he played with his remote controlled car outside, and had come back in crying.
She understood that it was only a teenage phase, but it was frustrating. Sometimes it was like having another adult in the house that she could relate too, and at other times he could carry on like a little kid. She was getting sick of his mood swings regarding his problem. In her mind, fourteen and a half was old enough to take ownership of it, and instead of whinging about it, accept it, and deal with it. The thought of sending him to camp had made perfect sense to her. He would have to deal with it, and plan ahead, not just break down in tears if he woke up wet.
The only reason she had chosen to take such a hardline approach, was the fact that she knew that his circle of friends contained another bed wetter. His other friends all knew about it, and accepted it, even having slumber parties every week. Although her son hadn't attended one, she was of the impression that they didn't consider this boy's unfortunate problems to be a major thing, and she knew that Danny had been invited along almost every week to sleepover with them. Of course she assumed that this Scott boy had told Dan about his situation, and she didn't know that although Dan knew, he wasn't supposed to. It was only after her continued insistence and their arguments had started that she learned the truth, Scott hadn't told him, and Dan hadn't wanted to bring it up.
But even when she had learned the truth, she had stuck to her guns. Surely her son could find the courage to tell another bed wetter that he had the same problem, especially since they were mates already, and then Dan would feel more comfortable having sleepovers with them, be it at home or at their places.
Tough love, she had figured. Make her son grow up a bit and learn some responsibility. Yes, it would be hard, but if he continued to have bladder issues for the rest of his life, he would eventually need to step up and deal with it.
But now she wasn't so sure. Her son was sitting in front of her, slurping on a milkshake, his eyes looking a bit red and swollen, explaining to her yet again that he was not only planning on coming clean about his sleep pants, but about everything. He wanted to tell them about wearing diapers all day, and how he sometimes wet his pants as well, and she just didn't think that was necessarily a good decision. He had managed to hide his daytime protection so well for so long, it seemed like an almost foolish move to bring it up. Perhaps her continued insistence had been wrong after all.....
Dan, on the other hand, was feeling an almost perverse sense of pleasure in knowing that his mother was uncomfortable with his plan. He had reluctantly considered telling his friends for a while now, but hadn't really wanted to. But he had the feeling that his mother had backed him into a corner with her insistence of him attending camp, and even though he knew deep down that it wasn't true, he almost felt like his mother was deliberately trying to make his life even more difficult than it already was.
Up until now, young Daniel hadn't suffered from any bouts of teenage rebellion, but he was smack bang in the middle of a huge one now. He didn't want to go to camp. He didn't want to go to the senior school. He didn't want to discuss his bed wetting. All he wanted, was to continue to cope with his problems in private, one day at a time.
But now he was being forced into going to camp. Fine. If that was the way that SHE wanted it, then fine. If SHE wanted to force his hand, to humiliate and embarrass him then fine. He would lay all his cards on the table in front of his friends, no doubt causing them to freak out and ostracise him, probably causing him countless problems further down the line in regards to being bullied, picked on, ignored and unfriended, but fine. That would be HER fault. SHE would look back later and realise how wrong SHE had been. Fine. Fuck it. At least he would still have Amy.
"Doesn't matter mum. I'm going to do it. If I've gotta go to this stupid bloody camp thing, I've gotta tell them. Simple."
Sue could have almost strangled him.
"Danny. For the umpteenth time, you're overreacting. You don't need to tell them anymore than you wet the bed sometimes. You're just being bloody stupid now. And I don't like your tone of voice either mate!"
Not looking up from his milkshake, he just shrugged. "Sorry mum," was all he said.
"I don't have to take you, you know. When Amy gets here, I can just send her home as well. If you want to play the smart arse with me, I'll just ground you...."
He still didn't look up, or even appear to care. Without showing any extra emotion at all, he simply replied, "Already said I was sorry. Wasn't trying to be rude. I can stay home if you want, but I'll just tell the guys tomorrow instead. I thought it might be easier talking to Scott by himself, but I'll just tell everyone at school at once if you'd rather control that too."
Sue sighed. She was angry, but more than a little upset as well. She could certainly understand why Dan was unhappy, but his way of dealing with it was just plain stupid. Now she had put her foot down, she couldn't back off. If she reneged on her rules now, Dan would be impossible to deal with later on, should a big issue arise in the future.
Like something with Amy for instance.
She mentally shrugged that thought away, not willing to go down that path, not just yet, anyway. There was enough to worry about just with this bloody camp! If only Peter was home to help her deal with him. But she couldn't even phone him, only email, and he didn't always respond straight away. Also, it wasn't an easy thing to describe in an email anyway. As usual, she would just have to deal with it herself.
Before she could formulate another verbal plan of attack, a car pulled up outside. Three doors slammed, and seconds later, there was a knock on the door. Sue noticed the immediate change in her son. He went from sullen moodiness, to a happy grin at once.
Amy was here.
He bounced out of his seat, and almost fell over when his socks slipped on the tiled floor, but managed to regain his equilibrium as he hurried for the door.
Moments later, he was back, leading Sonia, Amy, and another little girl, who Sue correctly guessed must be Nikki, back into the room. After greetings and introductions were made, the three kids disappeared upstairs, while the two mothers sat down for coffee.
After pouring out the story to Sonia, her friend just shrugged. "For what it's worth, I think you're doing the right thing Sue. If your boy wants to call your bluff, let him. As long as your aware that you'll be expected to pick up the pieces afterwards."
"That's what I'm afraid of Son." Sue muttered.
Upstairs, Dans mood was decidedly different. He wouldn't let his mother know of course, but he was almost relieved to be finally telling his friends about his secret. He didn't really want to of course, but secretly wearing pull ups to high school and occasionally wetting your pants was an extremely hard thing to deal with. While he would prefer to never mention it, he knew he was living on borrowed time. While his night time wetting actually seemed to be slowly on the improve, with him now only wetting three or four nights a week on average, instead of virtually every night, he still suffered bouts of daytime incontinence, like today, on the bus.
Eventually, he was going to get caught. He was living on borrowed time, and in a way was almost eager to have an excuse to 'come out', which didn't involve him flooding his pants in front of everyone.
But he could never admit that to his mother. After all, if it was HER fault that things went pear shaped after SHE forced him into telling people, the SHE should have as much right to feel bad as what he would.
Teenage logic 101.
The kids were all excited. Nikki especially, as this was her first ever date. She had dressed in a skirt and pullover, which didn't look overly expensive, but was still pretty, and with some make up, made her look older than what her unflattering school uniform did.
They chatted in a very animated way, carefully hatching their plan. They would meet Scott, hang around, grab a bite to eat, then Amy and Nikki would disappear for a bit, perhaps clothes shopping, or even the toilet, giving Dan the opportunity to talk to Scott about his problems.
Dan only briefly mentioned the fact that he and his mother were only just barely talking to each other, not wanting to come across as a brat to his friends. "She's just pissing me off," was all he'd allude to.
Forty minutes later, Sue was dropping them off at the mall. Dan was as nervous as anything, and although he had peed before leaving home, he was sincerely hoping he wouldn't wet his Goodnight through sheer anxiety before he spoke to Scott. |
Chapter 43:
The inside of the mall was almost glaringly bright after the semi darkness outside. Overhead fluorescent lights reflected off the white vinyl tiles, and from the myriad of glass windows that lined the huge structure. It was a big complex, stretching for around 900 meters long, housing three supermarkets, three banks, a food court, and over two hundred smaller speciality stores and businesses. It ran in a long strip, but also had many "arms" branching off it as well.
Thursday night was late night shopping. It was always busy, although not as crowded as it would be during the lead up towards special occasions, such as Christmas and Mothers Day. Thursdays were always very popular with the teenagers, as it was a fun place to hang out and meet friends, and even if you didn't have a lot of money, you could grab a cheap soda or coffee, and kill a lot of time just window shopping.
In a bit of a contradiction, most parents were happy for their kids to spend an hour or two at the mall, as it was safe, with extra security on Thursday nights, and they knew their kids weren't out roaming the streets. But conversely, a lot of older people didn't like going on Thursday nights, because "there's too many bloody kids there!" But most of the kids were generally well behaved, because the mall cops would take a very hard line on anti social behaviour.
As our intrepid trio started their tour, they were constantly seeing other kids that they knew, either from school or just elsewhere. Whilst they may not have had a huge circle of friends between them, it didn't stop them from at least knowing a lot of other kids.
Amy and Nikki had waved at a girl they knew from school, who had a reputation as a bully, although she had never bothered them, and even acknowledged their wave with a smile and wave of her own. As they continued further into the depths of twenty first century commercialism at its finest, the girls were nattering away between themselves, seeking each other's opinions on the "bully girl," and other kids that they knew. Dan, on the other hand was content to walk along in silence, almost lost in thought about what exactly he was going to say or do.
Now he was actually here, the second thoughts were well and truly kicking in, and whilst he hated himself a bit for thinking it, he was starting to consider that his mother may be right, and perhaps he just shouldn't say too much about his problems. His bed wetting was one thing. That simply just had to be mentioned, but perhaps he should just stop there, and leave his daytime incontinence issues out of the conversation......
He was shaken out of his reverie as they approached the rest rooms. Nikki wanted to pee before they met Scott at the food court, and of course this led to one of her favourite topics, diapers.
"So, you guys are wearing I guess?" Nikki asked in a whispered voice.
"I've got a Goodnight on." Dan told her. "They don't stand out so much under my jeans, and I've been careful not to drink too much, so it should do the job alright."
Amy was wearing jeans as well. "I think you worry about that too much, Catholic boy! I'm wearing a big pull up, and I don't think it's noticeable, is it?"
Dan took the opportunity to cast an admiring gaze over her bum, lustfully appreciating the way her butt cheeks looked underneath the blue denim.
"Not at all babe," he told her, "but maybe I should have a closer look, just to be sure, okay?"
The girls giggled as he made an exaggerated inspection of his girlfriends backside.
"What about you Nik?" Amy asked. "Have you used the ones we gave you last week?"
"I've only used the tape on one so far. I wore it to bed that night, and wet it before I went to sleep. It seemed awfully wet and heavy the next day, so I think I might have actually wet in my sleep as well! But I can't be sure of course. I've worn the pull up twice, but I haven't used it yet. I'm saving it until I get a chance to use it properly."
"What about the Goodnight?" Dan asked.
"I ALMOST wore it tonight, but I chickened out. I mean, I'm not planning on showing Scott what's under my skirt or anything, but I felt kinda weird about it." She looked around, blushed, then continued. "Besides, I kinda want to try pooping in it when I get the chance," she giggled.
That statement made both Dan and Amy just a touch uneasy, but they made an effort to giggle a bit with her anyway.
"I had an accident on the bus the other day," Dan told the girls. We got held back after class cause a couple of guys were fucking around, and I didn't have time to go to the loo before my bus left, and I wet myself a bit. Then I wet again as I walked down the street. I fucking hate it."
"Did anyone see anything sweetie?" Amy asked, concerned for her boyfriend.
"No, thank Christ. My shorts were a bit wet when I got home, but only mum saw me though."
"Well perhaps telling your mates the full story might be the right thing to do then," Amy said. "I mean, if it like happens at camp......" she let the sentence trail off, as suddenly there were other people around, and they had reached the rest rooms.
As Dan entered the men's room, Amy's last sentence resonated through his head. He had almost made up his mind not to say anything after all, but she was right. His "kiddie pull up" had leaked, leaving his shorts wet. He couldn't disguise his grownup diapers as easily as his kiddies ones, but at least they didn't leak. But regardless of whether he got discovered by having wet pants, or by having his big nappy suddenly showing, it didn't matter. At the end of the day, discovery was discovery, however it happened.
Pleased to find the men's rights currently empty, he went into the nearest stall. His Goodnights had one advantage over his grownup protection, where he could just wear them like regular briefs, and unzip his fly when he needed to pee. But when he went out, or to school, he always kept them sort of hucked down a bit in the back, and wore boxer shorts over them, just in case his shorts or pants slid down a bit. This made it a lot harder to access his boy bits when he needed to pee, hence why he usually used a bathroom cubicle whenever he could. So he eventually found himself sitting on the toilet, just like a girl would, before he began to urinate. Considering he had used his toilet at home before leaving, he surprised himself by the sheer volume he was still apparently holding, and he sent a silent thanks to Nikki for her decision to use the toilets before meeting Scott. No doubt he would have found himself "caught short" if he hadn't just emptied his bladder again.
He sighed with relief as his stream petered out. This was yet another factor that was prompting him to come clean to his friends about his problem. His inability to judge how full his bladder was could be a real problem at times, and he certainly didn't want to be seen by his friends, running around with his hands gripping his penis through a wet patch, like his mother had seen him doing only the other day. Then there was the incident when he had been playing with his RC car. He hadn't been wearing protection, and had only been aware of the slightest need to go, a need that he had fully intended to satisfy beside the garden shed. When suddenly, with his concentration fully established on his car, he had simply squirted, causing him to run to the shed with pee running down his leg. He had cried then, and him and his mother had argued once again. Just the thought of his friends witnessing him like that was enough to make him shudder.
He pulled his pants up, flushed, and then washed his hands. Looking in the mirror, he decided that he would tell Scott about his bed wetting issue, and would play the rest by ear, deciding to see how well that news was accepted first.
"I'm in control here," he told his reflection, then, after triple checking that his pull up was safely concealed, he went out to meet the girls. A few minutes later, they were reunited once more, and making their way towards the food court.
They saw Scott, sitting at a table, concentrating on his phone. At that exact moment, Dans phone beeped, and he checked it, seeing a message from Scott, simply saying "here."
Dan paused, sending a reply, "I know. We're watching you! Lol!"
Scott looked up nervously, and began scanning the crowd, eventually picking them out, causing him to stand up and shyly wave. Dan noticed how his friend seemed to have put a bit of effort into dressing nicely. He was wearing a pair of jeans that looked almost new, had a collared shirt on, and wore casual shoes, not sneakers. His hair was neatly done, and even appeared to have some sort of styling product in it!
The boys approached each other, clasping their right hands together, while their left hands grabbed each other's shoulders, where they drew each other in for a quick bumping of chests. That was the latest "cool" handshake at school, at least for this week.
Dan started the introductions. "Scotty, this is Amy, and this is Nikki. Girls, this is Scott!"
There was a chorus of nervously mumbled greetings, and a bit of foot shuffling, but at least everyone was smiling.
"Nice to finally meet you Amy!" Scott told her. "I can understand why we don't get to hang around much with Danny after school now!"
Amy giggled a polite reply. Scott seemed nice, and she couldn't help noticing that he looked a bit older than Danny. She knew they were the same age, but he was definitely a larger, more solidly built individual, with a deeper voice, and the first sprouts of facial hair appearing in the corners of his top lip.
Scott's attention turned to Nikki. "Wow Nikki! Nice to meet you too! Danny's been telling me a lot about you, and I didn't really believe him, but you're just as pretty as he told me!"
The words were no sooner out of his mouth when he started blushing. He hadn't really meant to say that, thinking it was probably way too forward a thing to start a conversation with, but that's exactly what he had been thinking, and it had somehow just blurted out of him. But if Nikki was put off, it didn't show at all. She didn't blush, but appeared to glow a bit, and stepped out from behind Amy a bit more, seeming to grow in confidence a bit.
"Thanks," she giggled, "nice to meet you too."
The briefest of uncomfortable silences descended, before Amy came to the rescue.
"So guys, we're here! What are we going to do?"
Scott hesitatingly spoke up. "If you guys don't have any plans, I need a new pair of sunnies. The Billabong shop has a sale on, can we go for a walk down there maybe?"
It seemed as good a plan as any, so the trio, now a foursome, set out. There were too many people there to walk four abreast, and somehow they fell into order without trying to, Scott and Nikki in front, Amy and Dan holding hands behind them. They watched their friends walking along, at first making sure that there was absolutely no physical contact whatsoever between themselves, then, as they started talking, they started leaning closer as they walked, occasionally bumping their shoulders as they held a conversation that couldn't be overheard. Whatever was being said must've been humourous, because Nikki kept laughing and Scott kept grinning, and when Nikki unconsciously reached out and grabbed his elbow briefly, Dan and Amy exchanged a private smirk.
After Scott had purchased his new glasses, they continued on, this time towards the video game store. Dan nudged his girlfriend when he saw Scott reaching out a tentative hand, which Nikki gladly took, and they kept walking like that. It seemed like they had found some common ground, and appeared to be involved in an animated conversation about something as they walked.
Amy and Dan lagged behind on purpose. They stopped and looked in a few windows, letting the other couple get ahead a bit, wanting to watch them, but not eavesdrop into their conversation.
In the gaming store, the boys ended up together, while the girls were on the other side.
"So, what do ya think?" Dan asked.
"She seems really nice," Scott replied, "really nice....."
Thats how they killed the next hour. Wandering aimlessly around, going from shop to shop, with all of them throwing in suggestions of various places to go. Sometimes they walked together in a group, sometimes in pairs, and soon, Nikki and Scott were taking every available opportunity to hold hands whenever possible, and sometimes appearing to completely forget that Amy and Dan were even still with them.
Being teenagers, hunger soon reared its ugly head, and a visit to the food court was suggested. Nikki nervously dragged Amy aside, explaining that she didn't have any money, but Amy was more than happy to give her friend some, just to let her avoid any embarrassment about being broke.
While the girls were conducting their transaction, Dan dragged Scott aside, finding a quiet spot out of the way.
"Scotty, ya remember how you said that if I hooked you guys up, that you would owe me a favour?"
Scott nodded. "Yeah dude, for sure. What do you need?"
"I need to talk to you, that's all, but alone. It's kinda serious. After we eat, can I talk to you alone for a few minutes?"
"Sure mate. No prob. But what's up? Is it something to do with Nikki?" Scott asked, suddenly sounding worried.
"No mate. It's kinda about me. I've got a bit of a problem, and I need a mate to talk to, that's all. A good mate, one that won't give me a hard time....."
Scott glanced towards the girls, and saw them huddled together, trying to be inconspicuous, as they stole their own glances in the boys direction. It was painfully obvious that they knew what was going on.
"You're actually serious here, aren't you Dan?"
"Deadly serious," Dan replied. "I've gotta big problem that I kinda need help with, and I just don't know who I can talk to."
"Of course you can talk to me, we're mates, and I'll help you if I can. But if ya don't mind me asking, why me? I mean we are mates and all, but it's not like we really know each other very well. You spend a lot of time with Ali, why not ask him?"
Dan was ready for this. He had been playing over every possible scenario in his mind, and was expecting this question to come up. He wasn't supposed to know about Scott's own bed wetting problem, so he couldn't very well use that as an excuse. He thought he may know how to give Scott's ego a boost, while making him appear to be the obvious choice for Dan to turn to.
"Because you're 'The Man.' Ali and Matt both look up to you. I figured if I could get you onside first, they'll be a lot more willing to accept me when I get around to talking to them. Face it Scott, you're the main guy in charge, aren't you?"
Dan could see his friend swelling up a bit with apparent pride. He knew that he had played his cards well, and Scott would be more amenable to helping him, if he figured that he may have some influence over them.
"I don't think that's exactly right Danny, but if I can help you, I will. Matt and Ali are really good blokes you know, you shouldn't judge them so easily."
"For fucks sake Scott! I'm not judging anyone! I just need to talk to someone, another guy, and I thought you were the obvious choice!"
The sudden anger in Dans voice surprised Scott. Dan was usually one of the quiet ones. A nice guy for sure, but he couldn't recall ever hearing him use that tone of voice before. Dan was the sort of boy who just blended into the background, never making waves, never raising his voice or causing a scene. To hear the seriousness in his voice was kind of alarming, and certainly out of character.
"Alright buddy. Chill out, okay? I said I'll try and help you if I can, and I will. It depends what your problem is of course, but as long as you're not like looking to buy drugs or run away or anything, I'm sure that the boys and me will help you if we can."
He offered his hand, which Dan glanced at for a brief second, before taking it, and giving his mate another chest bumping handshake. His nerves were really on edge, and he felt angry, upset, scared, and nervous all at the same time. He could feel tears trying their hardest to spring into his eyes, and he was determined to keep them at bay.
"Thanks mate," was all he could manage.
Scott could see the range and depth of emotions on Dans face, and knew that whatever was troubling him, it was serious enough to be causing him genuine distress.
"Come on mate," he said. "I'm hungry. Let's go get a bite to eat."
Soon, they were all headed towards the food court, where Dan was priming himself for one of the most important discussions of his life.
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Chapter 44:
The four kids pooled their money, buying pizza, fries, and Coke. Whilst they ate, Dan was noticeably quiet, not really saying much unless he was spoken to directly. Scott could tell something was troubling him, and was racking his brain trying to think what it may be. He knew Dan well enough to know that he was doing well in school, he didn't have any real problems with any other kids, he wasn't in trouble with the law, and apart from smoking, he didn't use drugs or anything like that. But whatever was bothering him, it seemed like it was a big deal, and Scott really hoped that he would be able to help his friend. Whatever it was, it was obvious that the girls both knew about it, and if they couldn't help him, Scott didn't know what he'd be able to do.
After they had eaten, a silence descended across the table. There was an elephant in the room now. All four of them could sense it, but only three of them could see it, and its presence was making Scott uncomfortable. The girls continued to try and make small talk, but Dan wouldn't join in, and Scott found himself being drawn into Danny's somber mood alongside him. You could almost cut the air around Danny with a knife. It was looking like he wasn't going to be able to bring up whatever it was that was bothering him, so Scott decided to try and get the ball rolling.
"Well, I enjoyed that." Scott remarked, pushing the empty pizza box away. "What about you mate?"
"Yeah. It was okay, I guess," Dan replied in a mumbling voice, without really looking up.
Trying again, Scott decided to be a bit more direct. "I've gotta say buddy, you don't seem yourself tonight. Wanna talk about it?"
Dan sighed, looking towards Amy, who started to gather her purse and her phone. "Um, Nikki and me might go have a look at, ah, some shoes or something..."
At the sight of his girlfriends imminent departure, Dan could feel the last vestiges of his courage galloping out the door. He made a split second decision, reaching across and taking her hand.
"No Ames, can you stay? I need you here, I think."
Amy squeezed his hand, and gave him a watery smile. "Sure sweetie, whatever you want."
"Come on mate," Scott prompted, "you're starting to worry me now! You wanna talk about it?"
Dan sighed, and took a drink of Coke to steady his nerves. The last time he'd felt so scared, was when he had been only seconds away from wetting himself in front of his class from his old school at the beach. That feeling of horrifying inevitability washed over him, where something terrible was about to happen, but he was powerless to stop it. Suddenly, he felt like he needed to pee, although he had only gone less than two hours ago, and his penis twitched inside his Goodnight. Thankfully, although he felt an urge, his body hadn't produced much volume, and only a little dribble leaked out before he was able to clamp down on his holding muscles. The urge passed as quickly as it had arrived, and whilst he felt a tiny wet spot, he was back in full control again. The leak had been caused by nervousness, not capacity, and having a small wet spot in his pull up gave him the necessary focus to mentally reprimand himself, to ensure it didn't happen again.
"It's this stupid camp thing," he mumbled. "I need to talk to someone about it."
If he had been watching Scotts face, instead of looking down at his own hands, he would have seen a hardening of the other boy's features. Amy would tell him later, that at the mention of the camp, a cloud seemed to pass across the other boy's expression, causing his mouth to tighten, and his eyes somehow changed.
"Oh, the bloody camp, yeah, what about it?" You could hear the change in his voice as he replied.
Danny steeled his resolve, determined to go through with this, although he still wasn't completely sure that it was the right thing to do.
"I've gotta problem with this whole camp thing Scotty, I don't really wanna go. You see, I've gotta bit of a prob...."
"BOYYYS!"
His confession was interrupted by a chorus of two loud voices approaching. Looking up, he saw Ali and Matt walking towards their table, both grinning broadly, completely oblivious to the stern look they were receiving from a security guard who had glanced around at the sound of their outburst.
"Oh Jesus fucking Christ," he muttered under his breath, feeling the moment slip away again.
Without waiting for an invitation, the newcomers dragged two chairs across from the empty table next door, and squeezed in with their friends. Although both Dan and Scott were a bit disturbed by the interruption, they nevertheless made an effort to be welcoming, offering their hands to be shaken, followed by a bumping of fists as their friends sat down.
"The fuck are you guys doing here?" Scott asked.
"Mate." Matt said. "You really didn't think that we wasn't gonna at least try and spy on you, did you?" He had the look of a cat that had finally secured the cream. "We had to keep an eye on you, ya know!" Turning his attention towards Dan, he remarked, "And Dan the Man, the matchmaker! When are you gonna fix me and Ali up with some of your harem?"
Matt and Ali laughed at their little joke, and while Scott, Amy, and Nikki all tried to laugh with them, it was at best half hearted and awkwardly forced, and Dan struggled to even broach a smile. Instead, he sighed again, and chose to make the introductions instead. Ali had met Amy before, but Matt hadn't, and neither of them had met Nikki. Dans manner indicated that something serious had been going on prior to their interruption.
Ali, being Dans closest friend, was the first one to pick up on the vibe.
"Hey Danny, you alright bro? You seem kinda tense! Hope we're not like interuppting anything here?"
Dan shrugged. "I guess not mate. We're just chilling."
Scott piped in. "Actually, you guys have your usual sense of bad timing. Me and Danny here are about to talk about some private stuff, so why don't you two just piss off for a while, okay?"
"Jesus Scotty, what's up your arse?" Matt replied, sounding hurt. "We didn't want to interrupt you lovebirds if you wanted to be alone! Come on Ali, let's fuck off someplace where we won't be in the way," and he pushed his chair back quickly, a look of bewilderment on his face.
Ali in particular looked aggrieved. He had been friends with Scott for a long time, and had thought that himself and Dan were becoming good friends as well, but it appeared that might not be the case. But rather than sound angry, as Matt did, he sounded more hurt than anything else.
"Sorry guys. Didn't mean to get in the way, but is anything wrong here? You guys look awfully, well, like serious. Can we help? Look, I've even got a packet of smokes, if you lot want to come outside and have one?"
Dan suddenly wanted a cigarette more than anything else in the world. The thought hadn't even crossed his mind until Ali mentioned it, but all of a sudden, he more than wanted one, he needed one.
He made a decision on the spot, without even really thinking about it. Glancing at Amy, he caught her eye, and shrugged. Then he gave a weak, but placating smile at his other friends.
"You know what mate? I'd kill for a smoke. I was gonna have a talk to Scotty, but fuck it. You guys are my friends as well, so I shoulda just included you all in it from the start. I mean, you're gonna find out anyway. Let's go outside and have a smoke, it might kinda calm me down anyway. I've gotta problem that I need to tell you all about, and I was gonna talk to Scotty first, then you two later. But we're all together now, so I might as well tell you all at once." He pushed his chair back quickly, before he could change his mind. "Come on, let's go!"
They left the food court, and headed towards the exits. Amy gripped Dans hand, indicating for him to lag back a bit, giving them a bit of privacy, before she spoke to him in a lowered voice.
"Are you sure about this sweetie?"
"Not any more or less than I was before, actually," he replied with a grim face. "To tell ya the truth, I really don't wanna do this at all, but I've kinda like committed myself to it now I guess."
"But there's still time to back out baby. Nobody's forcing you to do this at all! Why not just stick with your original plan, and just tell Scott?"
"What's the point Ames? I was gonna tell him privately just cause I thought it would be easier, that's all. Once I'd told him, I was gonna have to tell the others at some stage anyway. Might as well just tell 'em all together."
His nerves were playing havoc with his bladder, and now he needed to pee again. The wet spot in his pull up certainly wasn't helping matters at all either. As they approached the rest rooms, he called out to his friends "I'll catch up with you guys in a minute," and turned to go inside. But his blood froze a bit when Ali replied, "Good idea mate! I'll join you."
Hoping for a busy men's room this time, Danny was dismayed to once again find it deserted. This meant two things. First, he would have to make conversation with Ali, and secondly, using a stall instead of the urinal would seem slightly odd. But he had no choice now. He wasn't in The Danger Zone just yet, but it was fast approaching, and if he didn't take the chance to empty his bladder again now, he had no doubt that he would be getting quite desperate as soon as he went outside in the cold air.
Ali was obviously concerned about him, and just as he had feared, his friend pulled him up as soon as he discovered that the room was empty.
"So Danny, what's going on here? Are you alright, or not? You're not in trouble or anything, are you?"
"Not really buddy," Dan said. "Not like in the true sense of the word, anyway. But I've gotta problem I need some help with though...."
"Yeah, I get that, and I don't want to sound like petty or anything, but why would you go to Scotty first? I mean, I thought that we was good mates?"
Dan was flummoxed now, completely unsure about how to handle this. His mind was racing flat out, but frozen solid at the same time, like he could think a hundred thoughts at once, not a single one of them coherently. His heart rate picked up, and before he could reply, he felt himself leak a bit more into his pull up, and he almost grabbed himself with his hand, but managed to restrain himself at the last moment.
"We are mates Ali. But this is something, ahh, I dunno, kinda specific I guess. Trust me, when I tell you, you'll understand it a bit better."
Ali, making the assumption that Dans problems must be somehow related to the girls, didn't push it further. That was the only thing that made any sense. After all, Dan had a girlfriend, and was trying to set Scott up with one, while Matt and himself didn't have one, so it simply had to be something regarding girls. A sudden thought sprang to mind. Could Amy be pregnant? Surely not. If her and Dan were having sex, Dan would have told them, wouldn't he? Perhaps she was pregnant to someone else? But he shook that thought off straight away though. He knew how much they loved each other, and he could tell she was devoted to him. Whatever it was, he guessed that he'd find out soon enough. A little voice in the back of Ali's mind spoke up, "Maybe you don't want to know...."
These thoughts occurred almost instantaneously, within milliseconds, and he pushed them aside, and stood up at the vacant urinal, which was perhaps twelve feet long. He was surprised when Dan didn't stand up there as well, even at the other end of it, instead choosing to shut himself into a stall.
"No need to be shy Daniel! I don't want to look at your cock, you know!" Ali said in a loud and joking voice.
Dan tried to sound lighthearted as he quickly and quietly pulled his Goodnight down, sitting on the toilet to examine the wet patch in it. "You should see my cock," he replied, "but I didn't want to make you feel bad about your own I guess!"
Ali laughed, pleased at least that Dan still had a sense of humour. Whatever it was that was troubling him was causing him some obvious distress, and Ali was anxious for his friend. It was strange how Dan had gone into the cubicle though. After all, the boys had gotten changed in front of each other at school before. Every week they got undressed together as they changed for P.E., and Dan hadn't ever seemed shy before. Weird shit going on, Ali thought.
While the boys used the bathroom, their group sort of splintered up a bit. Matt, still feeling a touch hurt about his earlier treatment, had stepped away to the side, and was playing with his phone. Amy, a bundle of nerves herself, walked away a bit, sending up a silent prayer that Dans plan wouldn't backfire. She didn't really need to pee, but she suddenly yearned for the warm, safe, comforting feeling of a wet diaper. Glancing around to make sure that she was still alone, she proceeded to do a pre-emptive strike, spreading her legs slightly, and not only relaxing her bladder muscles, but also pushing a bit as well, then shivering a bit as she felt the warm wetness spreading throughout the crotch of her nappy. She only peed for a few seconds, but that was enough to give her the naughty feeling of childishness that she craved. Pushing her thighs tightly together, she relished the way her sodden diaper squished between her legs. She felt a lot better after she had done it, somehow, it relaxed her.
It was kind of strange in a way, because the whole idea of doing a pre-emptive strike was to minimise the risk of getting caught. It was almost always done while wearing her school uniform, or indeed any dress or skirt, and standing well away from anybody else, just in case of leaks, but this time, she was wearing jeans, and was not only surrounded by her friends, but was also in the middle of a busy shopping mall. But she was able to tell that her output was going to be minimal, indeed she had had to actually force it out, and the risk of a diaper failure was unlikely.
She couldn't deny it though, the extra risk she took made it kinda thrilling in a way!
Meanwhile, Scott and Nikki were talking earnestly."So what's going on here Nikki? You must know what this is all about! Is he in trouble or something?"
"Sorry Scott. It's just not my business to tell you anything, but please, be nice to Dan? He's like really upset, and he's worried about what you guys are gonna think about him. Just be chilled, okay?"
"I'll try, alright? But this is kinda scary now! I've got no idea what's happening here, but it must be like pretty major, I guess. But Dans my friend, I'd like to help him, if I can that is."
"I think the biggest help you can be at the moment, is just to be there for him Scott. Listen to him, but don't judge him, okay?"
Scott smiled at Nikki, then bent over and placed a light, innocent kiss on her forehead. "I will. You're a nice person Nikki, I'm glad we've met."
She took his hand, pressing it tightly with her own. "Me too," she replied with a shy smile, secretly exulted with having received her first ever kiss from a boy, even if it was only on her forehead. She found herself wondering what kissing him properly, like on the lips and stuff would be like......
Everyones thoughts were interrupted when the bathroom door opened, and Dan and Ali emerged once more. Dan still looking like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, but at least he was smiling a bit.
With the whole gang reunited once more, they headed out the exit, into the cool darkness of the parking lot. |
Chapter 45:
"So, where are we gonna go?" Ali asked.
Its never easy trying to smoke, or do anything illicit when you're a young teen. You don't want to hide exactly, because that's what the little kids do, hide behind buildings, maybe find a spot behind the bushes on a vacant lot, that sort of thing. It takes away the whole aspect of being cool, especially when you're with a bunch of your friends. Nobody wants to be the one who is too chicken to do something naughty, but at the same time, you have to take precautions, more so than what the bigger kids seem to take. They seem to act with a kind of immunity sometimes, almost as if they are incapable of getting into trouble, but when you're still kind of a little kid yourself, at least as far as the grownups are concerned, certain precautions must be adhered too. After all, even if nobody would say it out loud, with six of you together, the chance of a grownup, be it a parent, teacher, neighbor, older sibling, or family friend catching you is greatly increased. So while nobody might actually say 'let's go and hide,' in the back of everyone's mind, that's exactly what you have to do. So when Nikki said, "How about the skate park?" Everyone was kind of relieved.
They made their way a block down the road. This in itself was kind of risky, as everyone's parents probably had insisted that their offspring should remain within the safe confines of the mall until the time for collection had arrived, but you really didn't want to be the one to point that out.
The skate park was deserted in the dark, and actually looked kind of creepy, but apart from that, it was perfect. Here, you could stand around in the open while you smoked, not having to hide every time an adult walked past, but at the same time, the chances of an adult walking past a group of teenagers in the dark, was virtually non-existent. There was a couple of picnic tables built in, with two benches, each capable of sitting three people in relative comfort on either side. They found themselves commandeering one of these, with Amy sitting on one end, Dan beside her in the middle, with Ali on the other end. The other side had Nikki, Scott in the middle, opposite Dan, then Matt on the end.
Matt was the first to speak. "I've got a special surprise you guys! Wanna see it?"
Of course, everybody did, so after building up the suspense for a moment longer, he reached into his pocket, and produced what appeared to be two hand rolled cigarettes, although a bit fatter than normal.
Although he was by now bubbling with a nervous, scared energy, Dan felt sort of bad for making Matt feel unwelcome earlier. Part of him just wanted to hurry up, tell his story, and get it out of the way at last, while another part of him just wanted to go home, and forget this crazy idea altogether. But this was a good chance to delay it at least, and make his friend feel welcome again at the same time.
"What have you got there Matt?" Dan asked.
"A coupla joints!" Matt proclaimed proudly. "Gottem off my older brother. Well, stole them actually. He came home with them last night, and he was so wasted, he didn't even notice that they were missing this morning!"
Scott looked around nervously. "What the actual fuck, dude! What are you doing messing with that shit for?"
"I thought we might smoke them," Matt replied. "Come on, it won't hurt you! My big brother smokes this shit all the time! Besides, with six of us sharing them, we'll only get a few puffs each anyway! Whaddya say? Are you in, or not?"
A silence enveloped the table, with nobody wanting to be the first to speak, be it yay, or nay. Dan glanced at Amy, who shook her head slightly at his enquiring look, while Ali and Scott kept their heads lowered and their mouths shut. Dan himself wasn't totally against the idea, as he was still feeling quite rebellious towards his mother, and basically to life in general at the moment, but he didn't want to be the only one to be accepting of the idea.
"I'm in!"
All eyes turned to Nikki.
"I've smoked weed before! Matts right, there's not enough there to get really fucked up on, but it might be enough to like, I don't know, relax us a bit, maybe? We're all like a bit uptight at the moment, and it might like chill us out a bit! I guarantee you that by the time we walk back to the mall, and maybe have a drink, it'll wear off. At least enough so our olds won't be able to tell, anyway!"
"Cool!" Matt exclaimed with pleasure. "Anyone else?"
"Fuck it. Why not? I'm in!" Dan said. This was just as big a shock to the group as Nikkis willingness was, and the other three non committed kids exchanged a look.
Amy was next. "I'm not really sure, but if Danny's in, count me in as well," she said.
"Me too," replied Ali, looking at Scott. "Why not?"
Scott sat silent. Usually, he didn't even smoke many cigarettes, only occasionally, but while nobody was putting any pressure on him personally, the peer pressure still existed. He knew that if he said no, he wouldn't be ridiculed, and perhaps even one or two of the others might even follow his lead, and change their minds too, but deep down, he was at least curious. You didn't become a millennial teenager without being surrounded by drug references in everyday pop culture, and he had to admit, it was tempting.
"Dans right," he declared. "Fuck it, let's do it!"
While Matt lit up the first joint, Scott asked Nikki, "When or where have you ever smoked before Nik?"
"My mums a pot smoker," Nikki declared. "My brother Troy and I aren't supposed to know, but we do! She keeps one of those bong things hidden in the cupboard underneath the sink. I've had a cone once or twice when she's been at work. I don't mind it actually!"
Scott shook his head and smiled, "You're a bit of a crazy one, aren't you?"
"Only sometimes," she admitted coyly.
Matt lit both joints up, passing one across to Ali, and keeping the other one himself. But as soon as he tried inhaling it, he started up a fit of racking type coughing.
"You're doing it wrong!" Nikki insisted. "Here, like this," she reached over Scott, taking the joint from Matt as he continued trying to dislodge a lung. The others watched as she took a few small puffs, then gently inhaled deeply, holding the smoke in her lungs for a moment before exhaling, then passing it back to Scott. Ali had some joy with it. He didn't cough, but almost did, and his eyes were watering as he passed it over to Dan.
Danny wasn't even sure himself what was up with his mood. He was extremely wound up, first and foremost about his impending confession, but also about the camp, his mothers attitude towards it, and was even a bit annoyed with Ali and Matt for turning up when they did. He was annoyed with the fact that he was wearing a wet pull up, upset about his incontinence, and just generally aggravated. The bottom line was, he felt mad with the entire world at the moment, with the exception of Amy. She was the one constant that was keeping him grounded right now, and he couldn't even admit to himself just how much he loved her at the moment.
He took the joint, looked at it without emotion, and took a drag, then inhaled. The sweet tasting smoke caught the back of his throat for only a second, then it was past, rushing down his throats and filling his lungs with its potency. He took another hit, then passed it to Amy.
She wasn't as convinced as what her boyfriend had been, and could have quite easily declined. But she was trying her best to offer him her support, and if that meant smoking a bit of pot, then she would. However she made a conscious effort not to inhale as much as what Dan had done. It tasted sweet, but somehow strong, and she limited herself to a couple of small tokes.
Both sides of the table continued passing their respective joints backwards and forwards, and it didn't take very long before they were finished. Ali produced his cigarettes, and everyone, even Scott, took one. The lighter did the rounds, and soon they were all smoking peacefully.
"Well?" Nikki said, "What's the verdict? Can you feel anything yet, or not?"
There was a mutual agreement reached that they all felt a bit lightheaded, and when Matt dropped his lighter, then banged his head on the under side of the table while picking it up, they all started laughing, and couldn't stop for a few minutes. Amy was supremely pleased that she had done her pre-emptive strike earlier, as she was sure that she would have wet herself big time with all her laughter.
By the time their cigarettes were finished, an air of normalcy had settled in again. Nikki had been right, none of them had gotten overly high, but the mood was certainly a lot more relaxed than it had been earlier. All of them, including Dan, were feeling more at ease now, and they were chatting amiably between themselves.
But eventually, the conversation started to seem forced, as if they were simply talking just for the sake of it, and everyone kept stealing glances at Dan, waiting for him to speak. Amy took his hand, and spoke to him, without whispering, letting the others all hear what she had to say.
"Danny. We're running out of time baby. You don't have to do this, but if you're going to, you better start. What do you want to do?"
Now it was time, he was surprised at how calm he felt. He knew he was a bit stoned, and that was no doubt helping, but regardless of why, he felt strangely relaxed. He was still nervous, but he kept grinning, the pot making him see the humour in most of the things that were being said. Even though he was well aware of the possible ramifications of what he intended to say, he still saw the funny side of the six of them, all huddled around a park bench in a deserted and darkened skate park, waiting for him to tell them a secret, which was about him wetting himself. It just seemed kind of funny, in a warped sort of way.
"Can I have another smoke please Ali?"
Ali didn't hesitate in sharing them around again.
He lit it with a trembling hand, as a hush fell over the group. They all had their own ideas or scenarios running through their heads. The girls were worried for him, hoping that his friends would accept him still, once they learned about his problems. The three boys all had different ideas, ranging from Dan having to move away, trouble at home, trouble with the police, family illness, personal illness, bullying, and a host of others.
Dan himself was fairly focused, although he wasn't actually thinking about anything in particular. If he was playing sport, you would say he was "in the zone," working on instinct, and just letting it happen naturally without thinking too hard. He had mentally gone over this conversation dozens of times, and every time he did it, it changed, and he realised that there was no accurate way of predicting the outcome. He either just did it, or didn't do it, then lived with the consequences, simple as that.
All at once he decided. He would do it.
Clearing his throat, he began the most difficult speech of his young life.
"I've got a" He had to stop, as his voice suddenly broke, making him issue a high pitched squeak at first. The other three boys smiled good naturedly at him, with no malice. It had happened to all of them at one point, usually when they were standing up in class and reading aloud or something.
He started again, and this time his adolescent voice didn't betray him.
"I've got a problem guys. It's nothing that you can help me with, so don't think I'm gonna ask you for anything. It's kinda like a personal thing, and the only thing I need is to tell you guys about it, because I can't hide it anymore."
"What's up Danny?" Ali asked, the concern evident in his voice. "Are ya sick or something?"
"No. Not really. Well, kinda I guess, in a weird sorta way I suppose. But not 'sick' sick."
He paused to puff on his cigarette, and gauge the boy's reactions so far. They looked concerned, and were listening with rapt attention.
"Fuck this is hard!" He declared, then gave a little stoned giggle afterwards.
"Look, I'll put it this way. This is what I was about to tell, or ask Scotty here when you two showed up. We've got this dumb camp thing coming up, right?"
They all nodded in agreement.
"Well, I've gotta problem with that, and I kinda need a favour from you guys. I'd really like to, well actually I need to, share a cabin with you fellas."
Now this very topic had been broached a couple of times already between them at school, usually by Ali. He had told Dan a few times that he should stay in their cabin, but while nothing had been said, Scotts reluctance to agree had been obvious. Matt had been non committal, not wanting to upset Scott, but Ali kept bringing it up. With the hidden knowledge of Scott's own secret, Dan fully understood his position. He was kind of banking on the fact that when Scott learned of his own problems, it might be enough to sway him towards accepting him, and having enough influence over the others to accept him as well.
That was the theory, anyway.
Even now, at the mention of sharing their cabin, Dan couldn't help noticing how Scott dropped his eyes, and shifted in his seat, suddenly uncomfortable. Matt had nervously glanced at Scott, gauging his reaction, but ultimately saying nothing. Ali was smiling, but decided to say nothing either, waiting to see how Scott would respond first. Dan didn't give any of them much chance to speak though, deciding to plow on regardless. Amy had placed her hand on his thigh, and that gesture of support was giving him the necessary strength to continue.
"You see," he said, "My problems are kinda embarrassing, because I actually have two of them."
He paused to extinguish his cigarette, then took a deep breath of the fresh night air. Feeling Amy's grip tighten on his leg, he turned to her, and saw her smiling with love and encouragement.
"Sometimes," he said, "I wet the bed."
There was a shocked silence. As much as they tried to be casual, both Ali and Matt turned towards Scott, waiting to see his response. Scott, who had been looking at his hands ever since the subject of sharing a cabin was mentioned, snapped his head up suddenly, staring at Dan with surprise.
Nobody spoke at first, but the air of expectation around the table was incredible. Everyone was waiting for somebody else to say something. Nobody else as much as Dan was though, and he could feel himself sweating despite the cool night air.
Eventually, Scott spoke, breaking the deadlock.
"Um, that's really not too bad Danny. I mean, it sucks and all, but it's not like the end of the world or nothing. But you said you had two problems. What's the other one?"
Dan looked over his friends shoulder, watching the cars driving past instead of meeting Scott's gaze.
"Im kinda incontinent too. I wet myself during the day as well, and I have to wear diapers."
The first silence had been nothing at all compared to this one.
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Chapter 46:
"Wait, what?" Matt exclaimed, the shock obvious on his face.
Whilst he was the only one to speak, he apparently only beat Scott and Ali by a matter of seconds, their outcrys stifled by him getting in first.
Dan didn't even look at him, instead, choosing to keep his attention focused on the street traffic instead.
"You heard me," he said calmly. "I'm serious, I'm a bed wetter, and I wear diapers during the day as well."
Scott was flabbergasted. "But, but, you don't! You're not wearing one now, are ya?"
Instead of speaking, Dan stood up, and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them, and his boxers, down far enough to show the waistband of his pull up, which could be easily identified even in the dark, thanks to the glow of a nearby streetlight. He didn't show them any more, because he didn't want them to see that it was wet, nor let them see the kiddie pictures on the front.
"Goodnights," he explained. "I wear these to school, or when I'm out, but I wear actual proper diapers when I'm at home."
Ali was incredulous. "But why mate? What's wrong? How did this happen? I had no idea!"
Dan couldn't believe how calm he felt. He was still waiting to see what the end result was, and what their final reaction would be, but whatever happened was now in the lap of the Gods. He had done it, and whatever happened next was out of his hands. If they decided that they didn't want to be his friends anymore, or even to ostracise him, and 'out' him to his schoolmates, well, he couldn't help it. It was a scary feeling, but also strangely liberating, almost as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. In his slightly stoned state, it didn't even seem to matter so much now. The encouraging looks that Amy and Nikki were bestowing on him was proof enough that he would still have at least two good friends, one of which he dearly loved. He buttoned up his pants, and sat down again, feeling quite at peace with himself.
"Simple," he said in response to Ali's stammering question. "My bladder hasn't kept up with the rest of me as I've grown, and it can't always cope. Listen, I'll explain...."
And he did. He told them how he'd always been a bed wetter, and how he'd always had occasional accidents when he was a kid, and how they had stopped, then started again with a vengeance once he'd hit puberty. He told them about his mishaps at his previous school, and how between him and his parents, they had come up with the plan of wearing pull ups to his new school.
"But we get changed in front of each other every week," Ali exclaimed, "you've never been wearing a, a, well, a pull up or anything before!"
Dan smiled. "Gym class first thing Monday Ali. I put one on after. It's always a bit risky for me running around without one, but I make sure I manage. I don't drink a lot, and I make sure that I pee a lot beforehand."
"So you've been wearing one pretty much ever since you've been going to St. Marks?" Scott marvelled. "How the fuck have you gotten away with it for so long?"
Dan was heartened to see Scott was at least smiling, and not appearing to be on the verge of running away, not just yet, anyway.
"It's not always easy," he told his friend. "I mean, it's not like I just piss my pants all the time. It's just, well, I kinda leak sometimes if I'm not like super careful. I go to the loo a lot, and I try not to drink a lot during the day. All our teachers know, and they let me go to the toilet whenever I need to, and..."
"I've kinda noticed that!" Matt blurted out. "I didn't ever say anything, cause I thought that I was like imagining it or something, but the teachers always let you go! They don't always do that! I just thought you was like a bit of a teachers pet sort of thing." He blushed a bit as he finished his observation.
"Not quite mate, but they have orders to let me go if I need to. That's when I change, if I'm like, you know, like wet or something I guess. I go to the nurses office if I need to change at break time. She's got spare pull ups in there for me, so I don't have to get changed in the boy's toilet when there's other kids around."
A metaphorical light bulb went off over Ali's head.
"That explains where you disappear to sometimes," he said. "Sometimes you're just not there anymore! It happened the other day! We were playing football, and you just like vanished before we went back to class!"
"Yep. I had to change. That's what happens sometimes."
"How bad is it?" Scott asked. "Do you just leak, or do you like ever actually fully wet your pants?"
"Mostly I just leak or dribble a bit," Dan told them, "but I do have bigger accidents sometimes, 'specially if I get forced to hold on for too long. But let's just say that I know what it's like to wet my pants...."
"Jeez Dan, that's terrible! So it's the camp thing that made you decide to tell us?" Ali enquired.
"That's pretty much it, Ali," Dan admitted. "My stupid mother is like forcing me to go. If I do go, I'll have to wear my grownup nappies, 'specially to bed, and I don't know what else I can do! You guys are my only friends, and I just can't sleep in a room with people who don't know about my problems, cause they'll like find out straight away. I'm really stuck here guys, if I don't go, I'll have to go to school with the big kids, and even if they don't know for sure, it won't stop them from calling me a bed wetter anyway, but if I do go, whoever I room with, is gonna find out for sure anyway! I'm kinda fucked either way. I kinda hoped that even if you guys didn't want to be my friends anymore, you might even just let me stay with you, and not say anything? But I guess I understand why ya may not want to, and if that's the case, I can't help it."
Dans voice was catching as he finished. He hadn't felt all that emotional at the start, but as he had verbalised it, it was quickly catching up with him. Now, as he put it into words, he was losing control of his feelings, but he couldn't help it. He had gone from feeling empowered, to feeling powerless, in a matter of a few short sentences. He uttered a small sob as he finished speaking.
Amy hugged him, whispering to him that it was alright, he had done a good job, and she still loved him no matter what.
The boys shuffled around uncomfortably, not speaking at first, but exchanging glances with each other. They appeared to reach an unspoken consensus, and once Scott nodded, it kind of became official. To mark the decision, Ali did the only obvious thing. He punched Dan on the arm. Hard.
"Stop your whining, sook," he exclaimed.
"Oww!" Dan yelled. "What the fuck, man?"
"Ali's right!" Scott declared. "You're a mate of ours, and no mate of ours carries on like a sook! Pull yourself together brother!"
"Jesus!" Matt said. "Just because you wear a nappy doesn't mean you should carry on like a baby Danny! Get it together dude!"
Dan looked up, an expression of hope etched into his boyish features.
Scott, as the unofficial leader, appeared to have taken control. "Come on everyone! Time we went back. I want another drink before my dad picks me up. Danny, walk with me buddy. I've got a little secret of my own to tell you, and I can explain it while we're walking back." |
Chapter 47:
It took ten minutes to walk back to the mall, and during the walk, Scott motioned for the others to walk ahead so that he could talk to Dan alone. Dan was silently praying that Scott would open up to him about his own problems, and he wasn't disappointed.
"That took a lot of guts Danny. How did you manage to do that?"
"Dunno really mate. I just ran out of options I guess. My stupid mother is gonna make me go on this dumb camp thing, and I don't really understand it. Her and dad went through a lot of trouble when my wettings started again, getting me into a new school and stuff, talking to all the teachers, getting me decent diapers to wear. It just seems kinda fucked up to me that when we finally get it under control, she insists on me going to a camp where I'm gonna get found out. It's stupid!"
"But why do you think you'd get found out? If you haven't got found out at school yet, why would camp be different?"
Dan had to be cautious here. Although he knew that Scott had personal experience with this topic, he wasn't supposed to know, so he had to choose his words carefully.
"I don't expect you to understand Scotty, but it's just difficult, alright? At school, I can change during class safely, and I make sure my shirts tucked in all the time. I wear a t-shirt with a crotch strap built in, (he couldn't bring himself to use the word onesie,) and that keeps everything hidden and in place. The only day I don't wear it is Monday, when we've gotta change for PE, but I can't wear that to camp without everyone seeing it and laughing at me. Without that on, my nappy's probably gonna get flashed about if I wear my sweatpants or anything baggy. Then there's the nights and mornings. How the fuck am I supposed to get changed, or get rid of a wet nappy in the mornings? What happens if I leak during the night? It just makes no sense to me why she's making me go! It's just throwing me to the lions really!"
"Parents are weird sometimes," Scott solemnly told his friend. "I hear you, and believe me, I know exactly what you mean."
Dan tensed up. Was this going to be the crucial admission that he was hoping for? Without it, he would still be left floundering. Even though his friends now knew, he needed to have them let him stay in their cabin, and if Scott didn't want him there, it wouldn't be happening. Just because they seemed to have accepted his confession, he was still going to be in trouble if he had to share with other boys, and if Scott wanted to keep his own problem a secret, that's probably what would happen.
He decided to gently push his friend a little bit further.
"That's nice of you to say mate, but I don't think you do know. It's bloody hard being a teenage bed wetter! That's why I've never come to any of your sleepovers. It's just too hard to hide." He neglected to add that Scott himself had never actually invited him, and that Ali had been the only one to ever bring it up before.
Scott was nodding thoughtfully, the seriousness of expression making him appear somewhat older, almost adult like in his contemplation.
"Danny, what would you say if I told you that I DID know what it was like, perhaps better than what you would think I could?"
Dan made a scoffing sound, "Pffft! I don't see how you could mate."
His friend looked around, making sure they were still out of earshot of anybody else. He took a deep breath, then continued.
"Believe me, I really do Danny. You see, I wet the bed as well...."
Dan sighed internally. He felt so incredibly relieved that he thought he may float away. Suddenly, he knew that everything was going to be alright, and he was going to be accepted, and at least he'd have a relatively safe place to stay. But he still had to maintain the facade.
"What? Listen mate, I appreciate that you're on board with it, but do me a favour aye? Don't bullshit me! I'd almost rather you guys started teasing me instead of pretending stuff."
Scott stopped, grabbing Dans arm, and bringing him to a halt as well. He gave another subversive glance around, then tried again.
"Danny. Did you even hear me? I just said, I wet the bed too. I'm not lying bro."
"What? You're serious? No way! I mean, really? Like you really do, wet I mean? How often? Every night? Why? How come?"
Scott sighed. Apart from Matt and Ali, no other kids knew, and he had always taken great pains to see that it stayed that way. Just by having this conversation, it felt like pulling at a loose thread on a jumper, that it might all just unravel if he pulled at it hard enough. But he'd already done the hardest part he supposed, anything else now was just going to be window dressing anyway.
"Yes I'm serious. I'm a bed wetter. I've wet the bed like my whole life. It doesn't happen every single night, but at least four times a week I guess. It used to be every night, but it's been like gradually slowing down over the last year or so. Why? Nobody really knows. I'm guessing that you must've had all sorts of tests and shit done before?"
Dan nodded, but didn't speak, allowing his friend to continue. Now he'd started speaking about it, Scott was talking faster and faster, almost as though he had to get it all off his chest now that he'd began his confession.
"Well I've had heaps of tests, and they can't find anything wrong. All the doctors say I should grow out of it, but they said that when I was little as well. 'He'll grow out of it by the time he's ten. It'll probably stop by the time he's twelve. It'll probably stop when he starts puberty....' Its just a fucking joke mate. No one can tell me what's wrong, and now I've stopped wetting every night, they say it's a good sign. But I'm fucking sick of it.
"You know, you're the only other kid our age I've ever met who's like me? Do you know of anybody else our age who it happens to?"
Dan nodded, but he wasn't going to rat Amy out to his friend. If she ever chose to discuss her own situation with anyone else, it would have to come from her and her alone.
"Yeah. One. Another kid my age I met at an incontinence specialist. We kinda talk sometimes."
Scott smiled, with a dreamy look on his face. "Wow! There really are more out there than me! My pairs and the doctors keep telling me that, but as you know, it's kinda hard to believe sometimes. So, what do you wear to bed?"
By the time they caught up with their friends outside the mall, they had traded a lot of personal secrets. In reality, they had only just scratched the surface, but it still felt good to talk about it, especially for Scott, as he had never had the opportunity to talk to another bed wetter the same age before. They shut their conversation down as they approached their peers, but both of them agreed that a more in depth conversation was warranted when they had a bit more time and privacy.
"Geez, were the lights this bright before?" Matt muttered as they walked in. "Are my eyes red at all?"
This bought on a quick checking of the state of everyone's eyes, but it was determined that they didn't appear to look stoned at all, but they all craved a drink of some sort. All of them had a mild dose of paranoia as they walked through the busy mall, and they kept looking around expecting other people to be staring at them, but after getting a drink in the food court, they started to get back into a normal state of mind.
"I've gotta say," Amy remarked, "I didn't really enjoy that feeling. It's horrible to feel like everyone's watching you all the time."
The others agreed, even Nikki, who said that although she had smoked weed before, that was the first time she had been stoned in public, and she hadn't enjoyed it very much.
Scotts phone beeped not long after. "It's my dad," he told them after checking his message. "He's out the front. Gotta go! See you guys and girls later."
Nikki walked away with him for a ways, and they saw him kiss her gently on the cheek before he departed. She was positively glowing when she got back to the table, but nobody gave her a hard time about it. Ali and Matt said goodbye shortly after, they were catching the bus together, and had to leave. This left Dan, Amy, and Nikki sitting at the table.
"Well Catholic boy, that went alright, aye?"
Dan had to grin. "A lot better than I thought really. Scott was a lot like me in the end, he was just happy to talk to someone I think. We're gonna talk more later, in private like."
Nikki was smiling, but nervously. "I'm really happy for you Danny, but can we like go to the toilets again now please? I really need to go badly!"
Amy smiled mischievously. "How badly Nik? You probably shoulda worn that diaper after all!"
Nikki grinned. "I should've! I was getting pretty desperate over in the park, I guess it was the cold that did it. I was gonna go as soon as we got back, but I kinda wanted to hang around until Scott left. But when he kissed me, I sorta wet myself a bit..."
"Did you? How much?" Dan asked, suddenly interested.
"Not much," she admitted, "Just a little dribble. I was pretty nervous I guess. But my knickers are a bit wet now, and they're gonna get even wetter if I don't go soon! How about you guys, are you still dry?"
Dan admitted that his pull up was a bit wet, and Amy told them about her earlier pre-emptive strike, which made Dans penis firm up in his Goodnight as they walked along. It was such a turn on to be walking around with two girls who were both wet underneath their clothes!
It turned out that his pull up was even wetter than he had realised. He knew he had felt a nervous twitch or two during his embarrassing confession, but since he had already been a bit wet, he hadn't been completely sure if he had leaked any more or not, and it turned out he had. In fact, he was so wet, he decided to take it off instead of leaving it on. This time however, the men's room was very busy, and although he waited for ages in the stall, he couldn't get a clear run to walk out with his wet nappy in his hand. In the finish, he did something he wasn't proud of. He left it on the floor stashed behind the toilet. He felt very guilty for doing it, but it was a better option than being seen with it in his hand.
But that meant he was now extremely vulnerable. Being undiapered in public had the potential for disaster.
"I was just about to ring you," Amy told him when he eventually emerged. "I was starting to think you fell in or something! Are you alright?"
"Yeah," he said sheepishly. "Just couldn't get out of the stall without showing off my pull up. Had to throw it out."
"So, you're not wearing any protection then?" Amy asked, looking worried.
"That's right," he admitted. "Didn't bring my backpack with any spares. But mum'll be here shortly, so I should be okay."
He was correct. Sue arrived twenty minutes later and collected them. She took Nikki home first, then Amy, but by the time they were nearly home from her place, Dan still hadn't spoken a lot to her. He was obviously still mad with her, but she wanted to know what exactly went on. Her son had been adamant that he was going to tell his friends everything that night, and he still appeared fairly upbeat, so she assumed everything went well, but she had been hoping that he would volunteer the information and not make her drag it out of him.
Also, something else had been bothering her ever since the three kids had hopped into the car.
"So, how did it go? Did you tell them?"
"Yeah. Went alright I guess."
"Are you going to tell me what happened?"
Dan didn't even look at her, just shrugged his shoulders. "Not much to tell. I told them, they seemed pretty casual about it, and Scott told me about his bed wetting, which was kinda a relief. That's what I was hoping for."
"So can I talk to Scott's mother then? Tell her I'd like you to stay in his cabin?" Sue asked tentatively.
"Do whatever you want mum. It's all your idea. I'll just do whatever you want I guess."
Dan spoke cautiously, choosing his words and tone with care. His mother simply wouldn't accept rudeness from him, although she did seem to see why he was upset. He made sure to talk casually and without infliction, trying to sound aloof and above it all. He thought that he had succeeded, and gave himself a mental pat on the back, sure that his apparent air of disinterest would be scoring him a moral victory.
But it was short lived.
"Danny, Don't lie to me now. You kids have been smoking tonight, haven't you?"
Dan went cold, and his entire body twitched with shock, causing him to jerk in his seat, and without looking down, he felt a warmth in his lap that could only mean one thing. But wet pants were the least of his worries right now. It appeared that his mother could tell that he was a bit stoned still. He couldn't bring himself to answer straight away, but Sue had seen him flinch, and knew that she was on the mark.
"Danny. You three all smelled like cigarettes. I can smell it on your clothes now. So I'm going to ask you again. Have you guys been smoking cigarettes tonight?"
Its amazing how quickly your mind can process things under stress. Within the space of a heartbeat, a giant raft of emotions flooded through his brain. Primarily was one of relief. If his mother knew that he had smoked pot, she would kill him, or at least ground him until he was thirty. But secondly was the familiar feeling of childish fear at being discovered while misbehaving. He was glad that the pot wasn't being discussed, but he knew that he was about to be in a shitload of trouble anyway for the slightly lesser crime of smoking. Thirdly, was another familiar feeling, the one of shame caused by wetting his pants. Because of his bathroom visit not long ago, he hadn't peed much, but enough to tell by the feeling of wet denim beneath his fingers that he was visibly wet.
That was the sealer. If he hadn't of reacted so strongly, and perhaps had seen the question coming, he may have been able to dodge it, shit, even straight out lie his way out of it. Perhaps by saying that no, they hadn't been smoking, but were hanging around other kids that were, and that's why their clothes smelled smoky. But his initial jumpy reaction, followed by his stunned pause, and combined with his now wet pants, only added up to one logical conclusion.
Guilt.
He had been sprung, and he knew it. |
Chapter 48:
Sue turned into the driveway and parked in the carport, switching off the engine and lights.
"Well? Are you going to answer me or not, mate?"
Dan couldn't bring himself to look at his mother, keeping his head up, but looking straight through the windshield instead of making eye contact. He couldn't ever remember feeling so vulnerable, he was about to get into big trouble, and to top it off, had let go of a big squirt in his jeans, and could feel a wet patch roughly the size of his hand on the front of his jeans. Jesus! He hadn't even needed to go! He couldn't believe that he had wet himself without even being desperate, even though it had only been a minor accident. But he couldn't even think about that for now, his mother was demanding an answer, and he knew from past experience that he needed to supply one before she got herself even more worked up than she currently was.
"Yes mum," he said, trying to keep his voice calm, but feeling like tears might be building up deep inside him. "I was smoking. I'm sorry."
"It wasn't just you, was it Daniel? All of you smelled like smoke."
He made a decision on the spot not to say much more than he absolutely had to.
"I'm not gonna dob on anyone mum, but I won't lie to you either. I was smoking, and I'm sorry."
Sue sighed. She had conflicting feelings in her mind about it. She wasn't exactly surprised that her son would try smoking, as a lot of kids did experiment, and both her and her husband smoked as well, so they hadn't been fantastic role models in that regard. She was pleased that he hadn't tried to lie about it, but was also disappointed about the choices her son had made. But this wasn't the right time to lose the plot. They hadn't been communicating very well lately, and yelling or screaming wouldn't accomplish much at all. She took a deep breath to compose herself before she spoke again.
"Allright Danny, we need to talk about this, but not sitting in the car. Let's go inside and discuss this calmly, okay?"
Dans voice hitched a little bit, sounding a bit wavery. "Why mum? Nothing to discuss. I said I was sorry, why not just tell me what kinda trouble I'm in, and I'll go to bed."
Instead of being drawn into a defensive argument in the car, Sue got out, and waited for Dan to do the same, before using the central locking remote on the car and opening the front door.
"Kitchen. Now."
Once there, she deposited her purse on the bench and switched the kettle on, pulling two cups out of the cupboard.
"Tea?" She enquired calmly.
Dan didn't answer, just stood on the other side of the island bench, looking awkward and uncomfortable. She turned around to ask him again, then noticed something very familiar about the way he was standing. He was very close to the bench, keeping his body almost pressed against it, and was absentmindedly pulling at the front of his jeans with his hand.
"Danny, come around here please mate," she asked calmly, but dreading what she knew she was about to see.
Her son lowered his head, and she saw his bottom lip quiver, but he didn't argue, just stepped around the bench into the light, trying to keep his right hand in front of his crotch. But he couldn't hide it properly, and she could see a wet patch the size of a softball hiding behind his hand.
"Have you wet yourself Dan?" Sue asked mildly.
Keeping his head lowered, he couldn't bring himself to speak, issuing a quiet sob and nodding his head instead.
"How did that happen mate? Did your pull up leak?"
Dans voice was very watery, and he sounded like he looked, on the verge of bawling his eyes out, the pressure of the situation obviously getting to him.
"I'm not wearing one mum. I had to take it off cause it got wet. That was just before you picked us up. I did pee then, really I did, and I didn't even need to go, but I kinda had an accident anyway."
She sighed, more with sympathy than frustration. Her maternal instincts were screaming at her to hug her little boy, tell him it was alright, and they would make it better. But her main instinct was that she now had the upper hand, and if her increasingly sullen son was going to communicate with her, she needed to press home her advantage while he was still vulnerable. She hated herself a bit for feeling like this, but considered it the best option.
"Alright mate. Here's what we're going to do. I want you to leave your phone down here with me. Then you're going to go and have a quick shower, put your night nappy and pyjamas on, then come back downstairs. We're going to sit down calmly, have a cup of tea, and talk about what we're going to do here, okay? Make sure you wear a big, tape on nappy, because you know what drinking tea before going to bed does to you!"
"Why do I have to leave my phone here?" Dan protested.
"Simple. I don't want you calling Amy, or any of your friends until we've had a talk, okay?"
"But mum, I..."
"No Dan. That's it. Shower, diaper, pyjamas, talk first. Then we'll discuss you getting your phone back. Now go please."
Dan could only mutter a loud "Hmphh!" before the first tear escaped, and he quickly ran upstairs, stomping his feet every step of the way.
Sue couldn't help herself, she flipped a raised middle finger in his general direction after he was safely inside his room, slamming the door behind him. The next thing she did, was to switch the wi-fi router off. She didn't want him having any contact with the outside world until after they had finished their chat.
This was precisely why she wanted him to go to camp. It boggled her mind how at one moment he could make such mature decisions about his condition, such as telling his friends or calmly dealing with an accident, but at other times, like now, he would stomp around the house crying, wetting his pants, and slamming doors behind him, carrying on like a toddler having a tantrum. Forcing him to grow up a bit should be good for him she thought, but she couldn't help shuddering a bit at the idea of him having a meltdown at camp. He really needed to grow up a bit, she reasoned to herself, but at the same time, she did understand that a huge part of his current tantrum was the fact that he'd been caught doing the wrong thing, and knew he was going to be in trouble.
Whilst he was having a shower, she took the opportunity to sneak outside and have a smoke herself, knowing that from now on, she would probably have to stop smoking in front of him. It was a fair assumption that her and Peters smoking had probably influenced him to try it for himself, and she understood that, but there was no way she would let him use that as an excuse.
The question was, how to deal with it? It certainly warranted a punishment, something that she wasn't used to having to do to her son, but how much of one? She knew he was growing up, and was bound to experiment with some risky behaviour, and that smoking probably calmed him down, just as it did for her, but he had crossed a line, and it needed to be dealt with, although perhaps not too severely. If she didn't overreact, this might be the sort of thing that might help bring them back together again, but if she lost the plot with him, any punishment might act as a wedge, driving them further apart.
"Tread lightly, Sue old girl," she said to herself, then put her cigarette out, and went inside to make a quick phone call while her boy was hopefully getting over his tantrum.
Dan was all mixed up. He was feeling guilty, angry, sad and confused all at the same time. He knew that he only had himself to blame, but at the same time, he found it surprisingly easy to shift at least some of the blame onto his mother. After all, this whole camp thing was her big idea, and if she wasn't so insistent on it, he never would've had to talk to Scott and the boys, therefore he never would've even gone to the shopping centre in the first place, and wouldn't have been put in the position of smoking with them! It stood to reason as well that he wouldn't have gotten so scared that he'd wet his pants either. Deep down, he knew that his reasoning lacked logic, but screw it, he'd hold on to it anyway.
He kicked his shoes off, and his eyes fell upon his computer. Sensing a way of telling Amy about her impending doom, he switched it on, and tried to ignore his wet jeans. While it booted up, he took his pacifier from his bedside drawer, and started sucking on it heavily, feeling himself calm down a bit more with every passing second.
By the time she the home page had appeared completely, he was starting to feel in control again. If he could just send Amy a private message, be it via email or Facebook, he might be able to prepare her for the brewing storm. He'd tell her that he hadn't narked on her, and as long as she denied smoking herself, she should be in the clear. She could then send Nikki a warning as well, telling her that Dan was going to take the fall for all of them.
But what was this? FUCK IT! No signal. What a terrible time to lose service! Then it dawned on him. His mother had switched it off! Bitch! He felt a tear slipping down his cheek as he sank into true despair. He knew, without being told, that his mother would soon be on the phone to Sonia, and the house of cards that he was trying to build would be washed away with the incoming tsunami of parental justice that was about to sweep down upon them all.
He sighed, partly with anger and partly with despair. There was absolutely nothing he could do to warn his friends of what was happening, and he felt incredibly small and helpless. Another tear joined the first one, but although he couldn't help it, he refused to break down sobbing like a baby. He felt a sudden urge to pee again, and decided to focus on that instead, anything to temporarily distract him from his impending talk with his mother.
Standing up, he stepped in front of his mirror and studied his reflection. What he saw almost sickened him. He looked extremely young and vulnerable, standing there with a big wet patch on his pants, his eyes red and swollen, his smooth cheeks smeared with tears, and his pacifier in his mouth. All thoughts of grownup defiance swiftly left him, and he suddenly felt like a naughty little kid again.
Dan couldn't stand seeing himself looking so helpless, so he turned away, and got undressed, leaving himself naked apart from his pee stained boxer shorts.
Realising that he was officially out of options, he went into his bathroom, pacifier still in his mouth, and stepped into his shower. He spread his legs and let go, even pushing a bit, and soon his bladder answered the call he'd given, and fresh hot pee flowed out of him, completely soaking his shorts, and running down his hairless legs and over his feet.
"I'm in control here," he told himself, as he completely wet himself while sucking on his dummy.
But as much as he enjoyed the feeling of being in control while he deliberately peed his pants, it just didn't have the desired effect. Normally, it made him horny, and he could bring himself to orgasm within a matter of minutes, but not this time. His boyhood remained completely flaccid in his hand, and even after a full two minutes of stimulation, he wasn't able to achieve so much as a hard on, let alone an orgasm.
Knowing it was a lost cause, Dan turned off the shower, dressed himself in a tape on diaper and clean pyjamas, and went downstairs to meet his mother. |
Chapter 49:
Sue had waited for the sound of the shower to start. It had been well over five minutes since Dan had slammed his door. She had figured, correctly, that this time was being spent on trying to log onto his computer and tell his friends what was happening. With the sound of running water playing like victory music in her ears, she seized this brief opportunity to call her friend Sonia, choosing to call her cell instead of her house phone.
"Hello?"
"Son, its Sue. I've gotta be quick, are you alone, or are you with Amy?"
Sounding confused, Sonia replied, "I'm by myself in the lounge. Amy's in her room. Why? What's wrong?"
Sue heaved a deep breath. "I've just discovered my little angel has been smoking tonight. I thought you might be interested."
"Smoking? You're kidding, aren't you? Danny wouldn't do that!"
"He did, and he admitted to it! And as you know, they were together tonight."
"Did he say that they were smoking together?"
"No. Not yet, anyway. He hasn't told me anything much yet. He had an accident on the way home, and so he's having a shower at the moment."
"Mmmm," Sonia replied. "I see what you mean though. If Dan was, you could bet your arse that my girl was too. I swear, if one of them sneezed, the other one would catch a cold! Hang on a second, Amy threw her jumper in the washing basket when she got home. Let me check something."
With the exception of footsteps, the phone went quiet for a moment, then there was a rustling, shuffling sound. Sue was soon back on the other end.
"That little cow! Her jumper smells like a damn ashtray! Unbelievable! With all her health problems she goes and does this!"
"Steady on Son. She may not have been. Dan definitely was, and she was with him, it might be his smoke you're smelling. Amy might be innocent you know."
"Bullshit! If your boy was, you can bet your last dollar that she was as well! What're we gonna do about it?"
Sue tried to remain calm, sensing how upset her friend was.
"Let's not overreact here just yet. Danny's already admitted what he did, but he doesn't want to tell on his friends. I'm going to ask him again of course, but I can't force him to tattle if he doesn't want to. I don't think I'm going to be too hard on him. The poor kids been under a lot of pressure lately. Did you know why they went to the mall tonight? So that he could tell his mates from school about his bed wetting, and his daytime nappies as well! He's been scared shitless about it, and I don't blame him."
"Jesus!" Sonia replied. "Why on earth would he do that?"
"Simply because we're in the middle of a power struggle over here at the moment. I'm making him go to a school camp, he doesn't want to, so he's been trying to make me out to be the bad guy. I guess he thought if he kept threatening to tell everyone, then I'd back down and let him have his own way, so I stuck to my guns instead. There was absolutely no need for him to go and do that in my opinion, but I called his bluff, so he went and did it anyway. Honestly Son, he can be like a spoiled little brat sometimes!"
"So how did it go for him? Did he tell them? What did they do?"
Sue sighed. "I don't know yet. I've been a nervous wreck waiting to hear about it, then the three of them got into the car reeking of smoke, and after I dropped the girls off I asked him, and he admitted to it, but peed his pants as well. I'm waiting to talk to him about it.
"But anyway, I thought you might want to check with Amy. Like I said, I'm not going to be too hard on him. Probably a grounding this weekend or something I guess."
Sonia sounded thoughtful. "You're probably right darling, step lightly. But he's probably on the phone to her now, telling her that he's been busted."
"No way," Sue chuckled. "I made sure I took his phone and Internet first! He really spat it about that!"
"Good job darling. Thanks for the heads up. I'll have a talk to my little angel as well. So, a weekend grounding, and no contact with each other till next week then? That's the plan?"
Sue could hear Dan moving around upstairs in his room, and knew that he'd be down shortly. "That's all I think mate. Look, I've gotta go, he's coming back. Love you, and be careful!"
"Thanks Sue. I will, you too," and with that, they terminated their call.
Sue was safely back inside when she heard footsteps on the stairs. The sight of her fourteen year old son, his eyes red and puffy, wearing his blue footie pyjamas, with his diapers waistband sticking out of the side tore at her heart a bit. He was still so young looking, she thought, he could've passed for a nine year old! She had to force herself to harden her resolve. He wasn't a little boy anymore, even if he looked like one, and she had to remember that while she dealt with him. She made him sit at the table, then bought two cups of tea over, and joined him.
"So Daniel, feeling better now?"
He shrugged, "I guess..."
"Do you have anything you want to tell me mate? I've been anxiously waiting to find out how your little talk with your friends went, not this sort of bullshit! But I think you know we've gotta talk about it, don't you?"
Dan took a sip of tea, steadied himself, and began.
"Like I already told you. The guys were pretty cool about the whole nappy thing, and Scott admitted his bed wetting as well. He wears the Molicare pull ups as well apparently. He used to wear Goodnights, but same as me, found out they didn't work so well when you start growing up. They all said I could stay in the cabin with them, so I'll get Scotts home phone number tomorrow so you can call his mum I guess."
"That's very good mate. I'm glad that it worked out so well for you. I didn't think it would, you know."
She deliberately led the conversation along like this, giving him yet another chance to tell her how it was all her fault that he had to, and how he had no choice in the matter. But he surprised her by not taking the bait. He just shrugged again, apparently satisfied enough to just let it go now that he had done it. "He's probably more worried about phase two of our conversation," she thought.
"What about the smoking Danny? You know you're in trouble here, don't you?"
In a quiet but firm voice, he simply replied, "Yes mum."
"Were they your cigarettes Dan?"
"No. One of the guys had them. I just had a couple of theirs."
"Is this the first time mate?"
He looked at her with just a touch of defiance, but not at all belligerently. "No mum. I've smoked before, but not a lot. Only a couple of times. I only tried it for the first time a few weeks ago. I won't do it again."
"Did Amy smoke as well mate? It's bad enough that you did, but your girlfriend has a lot of health problems you know! It's even worse for her! Her body can't process stuff as well as what yours can. That's why certain foods and things give her an upset tummy. Even if you don't care about your own health, if you really love her, you should be discouraging her from doing it!"
Sue had tried to force his hand. He still hadn't mentioned Amy once, and she thought he might go on the defensive, sticking up for her, but by doing so, inadvertently letting on that she was as guilty as what he was. But Dan wouldn't be trapped that easily.
"I know that mum. But like I already said, I'm not gonna dob on anybody. There were six of us there tonight, and I'm not gonna say who was smoking and who wasn't. I've done the wrong thing, and I know I have. Don't drag Amy down with me, please?"
He forced himself to make eye contact, his eyes pleading with hers for mercy on behalf of his girlfriend. Sue was the one who dropped her eyes first, deciding to abandon that line of questioning altogether. After all, Amy wasn't her child, Dan was. She had fulfilled her duty to her friend already by informing her of what had been happening with regards to her own son. It was now Sonia's job to play detective with Amy, and work out what, if anything, the girl had gotten up to. Sue had her own teenager to worry about.
"Alright mate, I won't push you on that. But I want to know why though? Why on earth would you smoke? You kids are way better educated on the subject than we ever were! You have to know how bad it is!"
"Why do you and dad smoke?" Dan asked calmly, but with that same hint of defiance. "You're grownups! You're supposed to be smarter than us kids! You know how bad it is too, but you still do it!"
Sue couldn't help but smile. "You're right, buddy-boy. We DO know how bad it is, but it's incredibly addictive. That's why we don't want you doing it. Once you're hooked, it's bloody hard to stop! Dad and I have said for years that we should quit, not just for our own sakes, but for yours as well. We knew we were setting a bad example for you, but I guess we kind of hoped you'd be smarter than we were."
She reached across the table, and placed her hand over his. She was relieved when he didn't pull away from her. "I'll tell you what Dan. Let's make a deal here. You promise me not to smoke anymore, and I'll try and give it up to! After tonight, I won't smoke around you anymore, and I'll try to give it up altogether as well. What do you say?"
"I like that mum. But do ya have to tell daddy, I mean dad, that I was smoking?"
Sue smiled to herself, amused at the way 'daddy' had popped out of Dans mouth. He hadn't used that term for probably two years or so. He was obviously concerned about his father, whom he idolised, finding out about his indiscretion.
"Tell you what mate. If you promise not to do it again, I won't tell him, alright?"
Dans mood abruptly changed. Suddenly he sat up straighter, and he issued a sigh of relief, even managing a brief smile. "Thanks mum! That'd be awesome!"
He pushed his chair back from the table, and started to get up, but his mothers grip tightened on his wrist, forcing him back down again.
"Not so fast, Danny boy. You don't get off that easy! You're still in trouble here you realise! I've got to work out what exactly to do with you!"
He slumped back down in his seat, feeling a dead weight in his stomach again. For the briefest of moments, he had thought he may escape any further sanctions. He was wrong.
"Starting as of this minute, you are officially grounded for the weekend. You will go to school tomorrow, then come straight home. Also, no mobile phone or computer until Monday. Got it?"
"Awww mum! I was gonna go to Amy's on Saturday! That's not fair!"
"Fair, schmair! That's what's happening mate. You can stay home and do some chores instead. If you want to talk to Amy, you can ring her on the home phone, but tomorrow, not tonight! No private conversations. You can call her after school tomorrow and tell her you've been grounded. But that's all. One weekend. I'm not going to cut your allowance off or anything else. I don't think that's too harsh, considering the magnitude of what you've done, do you?"
As disappointed as he was, Dan had to agree that he was getting off lightly. He had been having visions of being grounded without any allowance for a month, or even worse, being banned from seeing Amy for a long time. He had to admit, a weekend grounding with his father being left out of it was altogether a better outcome than he had hoped for. He tried not to show it, but the relief was evident in his face.
"Okay mum. But could I please call Amy now? Just to let her know what's happening?"
"No mate, not tonight. Besides, I reckon that Amy and her mother are having a little chat of their own right at this moment..."
"Oh mum! You didn't, did you?"
Sue smiled innocently at her son. "Didn't what Danny? I called Sonia, and told her what I'd caught you doing, that's all! I didn't say anything to her about Amy. But I'm pretty sure that Sonia will be asking her some questions of her own! But if Amy hasn't done anything wrong, then there'll be nothing to worry about, will there? But as Amy's mother, she has the right to know if her child, a child with bad health problems, is going to be hanging around with kids who smoke. It's called parental responsibility Danny."
Dan didn't trust himself to speak. He felt like yelling, swearing, stomping off and slamming his door again, but he knew that would only result in his punishment being extended even further. His mother was watching him, waiting for his reaction. He decided not to give her the satisfaction of carrying on, especially if he wanted to see his girlfriend again before he turned fifteen.
So not saying a word, he calmly got up, and walked back up to his room. It wasn't until the door was safely closed, that he lay face down in his pillow to muffle the sound, and allowed himself to burst into uncontrollable tears.
Edited October 22, 2016 by Barry
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Chapter 50:
Dan woke up wet again, his diaper feeling very warm and heavy underneath his bum. He had a slight need to pee again, so he knew that he must've wet himself at least a couple of hours ago, not waking up at all when he did it. It didn't bother him too much this time, as he had expected it, as drinking tea before going to bed usually ended up with him wetting himself. He yawned and stretched, enjoying the way his sodden nappy rubbed against his boy bits, but hating himself a little bit for liking it.
Switching his alarm off, he debated having a shower before going downstairs. Even after all these years, he still felt awkward about walking around in front of his mother in his wet night nappy. They followed the same script most mornings. His mother would ask him if he was wet, or if he needed a shower, unless he came downstairs with wet hair, indicating that he'd showered already, and after showering last night, a morning shower would only indicate one thing, he'd needed one. If he was dry when he woke up, the better script would be followed, the one where she asked him if he was wet, and he could answer no, he hadn't wet himself, and she would smile at him.
That script was much nicer, although it too gave him mixed emotions. It was great being able to proudly tell his mother that his nappy was still dry, and it made him feel a lot more 'normal,' or 'grown up,' but at the same time, just having a conversation about wearing a diaper made him feel childish, like a little kid looking for praise.
But he didn't really care much which script they used this morning, anymore than he did about waking up wet. It had happened, just as he had known it would, and he couldn't raise the energy enough to care about admitting it one way or the other. Slipping into his dressing gown, he padded downstairs for breakfast, determined not to give his mother the satisfaction of knowing how mad he still felt. Besides, if he behaved himself, there was always the chance, however slight, that his mother may relent on his punishment, although he knew deep down that it was unlikely. If he was going to have any prospect of seeing Amy at all over the weekend, then he would play the game as best as he could.
"Morning Danny. Sleep well?" Sue asked him, nicely if not exactly cheerily.
"Not really," he half lied. In truth, he had struggled to get to sleep, tossing and turning for well over an hour first, but once he'd gone, he'd slept solidly all night, not even remembering any unpleasant dreams that he had expected to have.
"Need another shower this morning?" Sue asked tentatively, preparing herself for a morning tantrum.
"Yeah. I'm pretty wet I guess. I'll have one after breakfast."
His nonchalant response surprised her a bit. Usually that sort of admission would be given a bit huffily at least, and occasionally with anger, tears, or both, but not today it seemed.
"Need me to change your sheets mate?" Now she was on thin ice. The more she pushed him, the more he would bite back sometimes, but she was trying to get a handle on his mood more than anything, not really trying to actually provoke him as such.
"No mum. I didn't leak, the beds okay. I'll open my window before I go to school today though, air my room out a bit."
"I'll take you if you like mate. I'm going in to the office this morning, I can drop you off."
"No thanks mum. I wanna catch the bus, if that's okay with you?"
"Sure honey. Whatever you like. Want some eggs?"
"No thanks mum. I'll just have cereal today," and he lapsed into silence. Normally he'd play with his phone a bit, checking his messages and Facebook, but of course he didn't have it now, so he just sat staring at nothing in particular, but became even more aware of his body's growing urge to urinate. As Sue prepared him a bowl of his favourite cereal, Coco-Pops, not even attempting to sway him towards anything healthier, he decided to try his luck again.
"Mum...."
"Yes Danny," she replied, placing the bowl in front of him.
"Can I call Amy please? Before school? I'll use the house phone and you can listen."
Sue sighed in frustration. "Danny, I don't think you get my point. I don't want to eavesdrop on your phone call. That's got nothing to do with anything. You've lost your mobile privileges as a punishment, nothing more. And no, you're not calling her now. I said you could tonight, and that's that. End of story. Now if you're gonna catch the bus, you'll need to hurry up and have a shower, okay?"
Dan only sighed loudly in response, not trusting himself to speak. He was so mad at her right now, he knew that if he said anything, he'd probably only get himself into trouble again. But Man! Would he like to do or say something right now to show his frustration! Something rebellious, something naughty and defiant...
An idea crossed his mind as he ate in silence, whilst his mother busied herself in the kitchen. As he ate, he shifted slightly in his seat, opening his legs wider, feeling his diaper squishing around underneath him. It felt very wet, and he knew that it probably couldn't handle much more punishment before giving in and leaking, but the idea of deliberately wetting himself in front of his mother while sitting at the table was suddenly very appealing. He knew it wouldn't prove anything, but in a strange way he felt like he needed to do something 'wrong,' just for his own sake.
"Go on, do it! You're in control here!" The voice almost seemed to be whispering in his ear.
He pushed a bit, and almost jumped in surprise when the first shot of pee jetted out. He'd hardly had to try! He had thought that sitting at the table in front of his mother would make wetting himself on purpose a hard thing to do, but apparently not. He relaxed his hold, and the time didn't need to push, a steady little trickle leaking out as soon as he relaxed.
"Do you need bus fare?" Sue asked, surprising him out of his frozen state. He realised that he had been sitting like a statue, his spoon held still halfway between the bowl and his mouth, as the pee was trickling over his balls and into the already soaked padding between his legs.
"Um, ah, yes please mum," he responded, suddenly feeling his penis twitch, as the trickle turned into an unstoppable flood. Now he was pissing flat out, and had lost any hope of regaining control. His nappy was swelling up, trying to cope with the torrent within, and he could feel the wetness spreading across the top of his crotch, even trickling down his hips. He shuddered at the abrupt change of his bodies temperature, as his stream finally started to peter out.
"There's five bucks here on the bench for you Danny." Sue said distractedly. "You better hurry up and have your shower!"
Feeling very wet and nervous, Dan stood up, feeling hot rivulets running down the front and back of his legs, and over his feet, which were still encased in the blue booties on his footie pyjamas. He tightened the cord on his dressing gown, hoping against all hope that he wasn't leaving any drips on the floor or on his chair. A quick glance showed him that the chair still looked dry, but he reached inside his gown, and ran his hand over the backside of his pyjama pants, feeling a large, heavy wet patch causing them to droop down. His gown felt wet as well, but he hoped that the dark, navy blue fabric wouldn't show it up very much.
"Thanks mum," he mumbled, leaving the room as quickly as he could without looking suspicious, but feeling more drips on his legs and feet with every step he took.
Once inside his room, he took his gown off, and examined himself in the mirror. Both of his legs had small wet streaks on them, and the right foot of his pyjamas was visibly wet as well. His backside was saturated, with a big half moon shaped wet patch on each butt cheek, and he could feel the heavy weight of his soggy diaper drooping off his hips, hanging low in his pants.
Dan smiled at his reflection, feeling better than he had done for the last twelve hours. He knew that wetting himself on purpose hadn't really accomplished anything, but he felt like he had succeeded in doing something that his mother wouldn't approve of, and that's all that mattered.
Twenty minutes later, freshly showered and wearing a clean Goodnight underneath his onesie and school uniform, he said goodbye to Sue and headed for the bus stop.
Sue herself was about to leave, when she remembered Dans wet pants from the night before. He usually took care of his own washing, preferring to not let anyone else see or touch his wet pants, but after the tension of last night, he had obviously had other things on his mind apart from doing his laundry. Not wanting to let his pissy pants lay around all day, she decided to put them in the wash before she left, and to maybe check out the condition of his sheets as well, and make sure that he had remembered to open his window. After all, it certainly wouldn't be the first time that his sheets could be wet and he didn't say anything about it! He would rather change his own sheets than suffer the embarrassment of letting someone else see his wet patch, even if that meant leaving them on the bed all day, then changing them after school.
She entered his room, and saw that his blankets were all pulled back, exposing a clean, dry bottom sheet. "At least he hadn't lied about that," she thought, noticing the window was indeed opened as well. Laying in a crumpled pile in front of his mirror, was his jeans. She picked them up and examined them, noticing how the softball sized wet spot was nearly dry by now, but she couldn't see his underwear laying around at all. A quick inspection of his bathroom found them discarded on the floor next to his pyjamas. She picked them up, and was surprised to find them absolutely saturated, completely wet from the waistband down, the entire front and inside legs all wet, cold, and clammy. That just didn't make any sense at all! How on earth could his boxers be so wet, while his jeans were only showing off a little wet spot? Very strange.
She picked up her sons pyjamas next, wincing a bit at the feeling of wet fleece in her hand. Holding them up, she couldn't miss how the entire backside area was stained a much darker shade of blue, and even the legs had dark wet stripes on them.
"He must've wet the bed," she thought. "His pants couldn't possibly get so wet without wetting the sheets as well!"
Holding the evidence of Dans accident in her hands, as if she needed further proof, she again approached his bed, which still appeared perfectly dry. She ran a hand across the sheet anyway, just to confirm what her eyes had already told her. His laundry basket stood empty in the corner of the room, so she could tell that he hadn't changed the sheets before coming downstairs, but she was at a loss to understand how his pyjamas could be virtually dripping with wetness, yet his sheets remained dry.
Dans dressing gown lay draped over the back of his chair, so she picked that up, and ran an enquiring hand over the dark blue fleece, pausing as she felt a dampness in the lower back of it, pretty much exactly where his diapered butt would be situated should he be sitting down.
Sitting down. Like at the breakfast table for instance.
Carrying his pee soaked clothes downstairs, she put them straight into the washing machine with some other laundry, switched it on, then went back into the dining room. His bowl had been left on the table, (of course) so she knew exactly where he'd been sitting. A quick touch of the wooden chair showed it to be dry, and she was in the process of turning away, when the light caught something shiny on the floor. Three small drops of liquid, inches apart, were glistening on the tiled floor, looking as if they might have dripped directly off a certain teenage boy's wet pants.
"He must've wet himself at the table," she decided. "The poor little bugger must've had an accident while eating his breakfast!"
She tried to ignore another voice in her mind, a voice that kept whispering, "Unless it wasn't an accident....."
Anyway, accident or not, she was now running late, and didn't have time to think about it right then. The way they were arguing lately, made it highly unlikely that he'd open up honestly to her anyway, whether he'd done it purposely on simply had an accident.
She decided that rather than bring it up, adopting a wait and see policy might prove to be more harmonious for now anyway, so she made her her mind to just say nothing for the moment, but would instead keep a much closer eye on her sons supposed "accidents."
Edited October 24, 2016 by Barry
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Chapter 51:
Dan got to school just in time. He had the slightest need to pee when he got there, a need that most kids could've probably ignored until recess, but unfortunately Dan wasn't like most kids. Although he certainly wasn't busting to go, he knew that simply because he was able to feel it, it meant that if he didn't pee before class, there was a distinct possibility that he would wet himself before recess if he didn't go first.
The problem was, he had more pressing issues on his mind right now. He was more desperate to find Scott than go to the toilet, but after a few minutes of looking around fruitlessly, he decided to give in, and go to the boys room. He was still washing his hands when the final siren went, signaling the boy's to go to their home rooms. As he entered the corridor, he got a quick glimpse of Scott walking into his classroom, but he wasn't able to attract his attention in time. Sighing in frustration, Dan went to his own class, where he spent the first part of the morning completely distracted and unable to think clearly.
After about a thousand years, the siren for recess sounded. Annoyingly for Dan, he needed to pee again, so he had to stop at the toilets again before he finally caught up with his friends in the playground.
"Hey Danny! What's up man?" Scott greeted him happily, holding up an open palm for a high five. Ali and Matt did the same, and Dan quickly greeted them all with a quick slapping of palms as he started talking.
"Listen guys. We've got trouble. Scotty, I need to use your phone, like right now!"
"It's in my bag Danny. You know the rules, we're not supposed to carry our phones till lunchtime. I had mine confiscated once before, I'm not risking that again!"
"This can't wait till lunchtime mate. We could all be in the shit here, and I need to get in touch with the girls, quickly!"
"Whaddya mean, in the shit? Why can't you use your own phone?"
"Mum took it off me. She knows I was smoking last night, so I'm in trouble. Then, I think she might have called Amy's mum as well, so I've gotta talk to her!"
"Aw fuck man! How did she know you was smoking? Shit! What about the rest of us? Did you tell on us too? And what about the bloody herb we smoked, does she know about that as well? The three boys had gone from looking happy and relaxed to looking downright scared as soon as they had heard this, and were glancing worriedly at one another.
"Fuck off Scott! I didn't tell on anyone! When me and the girls got into her car, she smelled it on us. I got quizzed about it when I got home, and I stunk of smoke, so I had to admit it. I didn't fucking tell on anybody else though! I told her there were a lot of us there, and some of us were smoking, but I refused to tell her who else it was though. The herb wasn't even mentioned, it was the cigarettes she smelled, thank Christ. What? You really think I'd nark on you guys after what I toldya last night? Do you really think I'm that stupid?" His voice was getting steadily louder the more he talked.
Scott looked relieved. "Sorry mate, of course I know you're not a dobber. It's just that, well, that's pretty heavy duty shit we could be in if you did!"
"Well I don't think you guys have anything to worry about," Dan said, trying to calm himself down a bit. "But my mum is best friends with Amy's mum, so she's gonna tell her, if no one else! I've gotta call her right away!"
The other boys agreed that this was important enough to risk breaking the rules for, so they went to retrieve Scott's phone, and Dan explained to them in full detail, minus the pants wetting bit of course, about what had happened when they got home. The boys were sorry for him, but relieved for themselves at the same time. Taking his phone, they snuck around behind the gym, where Ali acted as lookout while Dan tried calling Amy, only to get a recorded message saying that her phone was currently either switched off, or not in service.
"Oh shit," he muttered, "that's not good. Hey Scotty, did you get Nikkis number last night?"
He had, and a quick scroll through his contact list bought it up. Dan tried that number, not having anymore luck with it either, except that it went to Nikkis message bank instead of being out of service.
"Nikki, its Dan. I need you and Amy to call me back at lunchtime on Scotts phone, okay? Very important!" He then sent a text message stating the exact same thing, his trembling fingers making it harder than what it should of been. He no sooner hit 'send,' when Ali hissed "Teacher!" and Scott put his phone quickly away, and the boys did one of the worst jobs of acting nonchalant and innocent ever, as the teacher on playground duty wandered past, looking at them inquisitively, checking them out for any signs of illicit behaviour, before thankfully moving on without stopping.
The siren went soon after, and the boys, still going over and over Dans predicament from every angle, had to head back into class.
The boys gathered together at lunchtime. They were allowed to use their phones then, so they didn't have to hide, but still found a quiet spot on the oval where nobody else could overhear them. Scott's phone showed no missed calls or messages, so Dan tried both girls again, but only yielded the same results. Amy's phone was off, and Nikkis again going to message bank.
The rest of the day was spent in a blur for Daniel. He was worried sick, and couldn't concentrate on anything that his teachers said. The boys tried again on the bus after school, but it appeared that the girls were both incognito. By this stage in the day, Dan had usually spoken to Amy at least once, and they would've shared many texts, Instagrams, and Snapchats, so he was particularly concerned. Even managing to arrive home with his pull up still dry was of little to no consolation to him. He was anxious to call her as soon as he got home, but Sue had been extremely insistent that he would have to wait until after dinner, so he didn't give her the satisfaction of even asking her, choosing to go straight to his room and do his homework instead.
He removed his entire school uniform, including his onesie, and deposited it in his laundry hamper, then, naked except for his Goodnight, he went into his bathroom and used the toilet. Something was nagging at the back of his mind as he peed, something about his clothes, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it might be. After his stream died out, he pulled his Goodnight back up without shaking himself, letting the last few drops be absorbed by his special underpants, then gave a slight push, squirting the last dribble out into the padding as well. There was just something nice about having a wet spot in his pull up when he was stressed.
This was exactly what he was thinking as he washed his hands, remembering back to that mornings little escapade, when he'd wet himself at the breakfast table.
Then, BINGO! The light went off inside his head, and he realised what had been nagging at him. His jeans had disappeared off the floor where he'd left them! That in itself wasn't too bad, but it meant that his mother had been inside his room at some stage. Bitch!
He frantically looked around his bathroom, and being as small as it was, it only took him a second to confirm his worst fears. His wet pyjamas and boxers were gone, as was his dressing gown from his bedroom chair. That could only mean one thing, his mother had been snooping around in his room, and had found the saturated evidence of his last two deliberate wettings. Jesus Christ! Didn't she have any respect at all for his privacy anymore? There'd be absolutely no doubt at all in her mind that he'd been wetting himself on purpose, and that was sure to bring even further tensions between them. Looking out of his window only confirmed his panicked thoughts, when he saw his footie PJ's, boxers, and dressing gown billowing in the breeze from the clothesline. Fuck! What must she have thought when she picked his pyjamas up? He distinctly remembered telling her that his nappy had been wet, but his bed had dry. The fact that his pyjamas were so wet would've surely led to her checking his sheets, plus she would've known that there was no way in hell that he would've gone downstairs for breakfast if he had of woken up soaked through like that!
His mind was whirring away as he stood there, shivering a bit from the coolness of his open window. He put a t-shirt and a clean pair of white ankle socks on, but decided that he'd forgo the option of pants for a while. He had absolutely no desire to go downstairs until he really had to, and staying pantsless would allow him to restrict access to any unwanted visitors, like his mother for instance, with a valid excuse.
Laying his diapered butt down on his bed, he considered his options. In the end he could only come up with one possible excuse. If she asked, he'd simply have to tell her that he'd accidentally wet herself while having breakfast, and he'd been wearing his boxers over the top of his special sleep pants. He knew that it couldn't possibly explain how they became so wet in the front, but fuck it, that's all he could possibly say. Anyway, if his mum hadn't been snooping around in his room without asking first, she wouldn't have found out, so it was definitely her fault, at least partly.
Homework now forgotten, he laid back, sucking on his pacifier in an effort to stay calm, and waited nervously for the call to dinner. At least then, he'd finally get to call Amy. |
Chapter 52:
After sucking on his dummy for a few minutes, wishing it was a cigarette instead, he started to feel a lot calmer. Although he was still upset about his mother 'violating his privacy,' deep down he knew that she really hadn't done anything wrong. Whilst it was common practice for him to take care of his own laundry, even if that sometimes meant just loading it into the machine, it really wasn't unusual for his mother to collect his things, especially if she was looking to fill the washing machine up to do a load of laundry. It was just super embarrassing for him to know that she had been handling stuff that he hadn't told her was wet.
As he lay there, he decided to relax his bladder, and count how long it took him to start leaking. He'd only just peed in the toilet ten minutes ago, so he figured that he probably wouldn't leak much. Before he started, he took his bedside glass into the bathroom and drank two large glassfulls of water, then took a filled glass back to bed with him.
He lay down again, spreading his legs wide, and looking at his socked feet as he relaxed his bladder, and sucked on his paci to the beat of his counting.
One, suck-suck, two, suck-suck, three, suck-suck.....eventually getting all the way to twelve before he felt a trickle escape. Dan quickly clamped down on his holding muscles, stopping the slight flow from progressing any further, then took a deep breath. He drank some more water, and started again. One, suck-suck, two, suck-suck...this time only getting as far as seven.
He kept this up for ages, drinking water, using his paci as a counting tool, and just releasing a tiny little dribble each time. He drank more water, attempting to fill his bladder up as quickly as possible. Doing this gave him something to focus on, something to take his troubled mind away from all the other bad stuff going on in his life at the moment. It had an almost hypnotic effect on him, and he felt himself becoming calmer and calmer, falling into a relaxed state of mind where all he looked at was his feet, the major feeling was a growing warmth around his boy bits, and the occasional feeling of padding beneath his fingers when he occasionally touched his Goodnight. Eventually, he fell asleep.
He woke up to the sounds of his name being called, and footsteps on the stairs. He also woke up to the feeling of slowly wetting himself, the hot pee dribbling freely over his balls. He opened his eyes, and realised that his dummy was still in his mouth, and he quickly removed it, dropping it on the floor on the side of the bed away from the door.
"Danny! Bloody hell! Dinners ready!" Sue exclaimed in a frustrated voice, opening his door, only to see him stretched out on the bed looking half asleep, wearing a Goodnight that looked a bit swollen.
"Jesus mum! How about knocking?" Dan mumbled groggily, as he tried to pull his blanket up over himself.
"Sorry mate," she said, "But I've been calling out for you for five minutes! Were you asleep?"
He could feel his pee still slowly trickling into his pull up as he tried to answer, and only with a supreme effort did he manage to cut it off, but it felt like it was trapped right at the tip of his boyhood, and would start flowing again at any moment. He had indeed been fast asleep, and apparently his bladder had decided to continue the game they had been playing while he slept, leaving him very wet, but still needing to go badly. All the water he had consumed had by now reached his undersized bladder, and it was demanding immediate release.
He suddenly felt incredibly vulnerable, almost helpless in fact, as he felt another squirt escape in his pull up. He finally found his voice, but it was wavering and shaky as he answered, feeling like he may burst into tears.
"Yes, I was. Mum, I think I've wet myself."
The words were only just out before he felt a choked sob escaping from his mouth. He looked so sad and confused that Sue felt her heart going out to him. She hurried across the room, sat on her sons bed, and took him in her arms. Dan buried his head in his mothers shoulder, and could feel his self control slipping. Part of him wanted to push her away, tell her to get out, that he didn't need her comforting him, but the familiar feeling of her hug, the smell of her favourite perfume, and the calming sound of her voice as she gently patted him on the back was just too wonderful to resist.
He let go of his emotions and his bladder at the same time, letting out a wail of emotions and a flood of urine, which he could tell was now leaking out of his little nappy and soaking into the sheet beneath his bum. This made him cry even harder, and his body was wracked with sobs as he wet his bed while his mother held him.
"Shhh. Danny, come on mate, it's alright,"
"No it's not," he sobbed, "I'm wetting myself and I can't stop!"
"Calm down son. It doesn't matter. We can change the sheets easily enough. Don't get upset about it."
"I don't know what to do mummy. I'm so sick of this! Sick of everything! Why does it all just seem so bloody hard? Nothing's going right anymore, I just keep fucking everything up all the time!"
Sue decided to let his expression of vulgarity slip this time. She could feel his tears on her shoulder, and that was all that mattered for now. She hated seeing him so upset, but they had barely spoken for weeks, and his emotional state aside, it was nice to hold her little boy in her arms again, and feel like he still needed her. He didn't cry for long, and within a couple of minutes his sobs had turned into sniffles.
Pushing him gently away, she asked if he was feeling better now, which resulted in him nodding his head, and even offering her a shy, embarrassed smile.
"Okay mate, don't stress, everybody needs a good cry now and then! Now, how wet are you?"
"I think I'm really wet mum," he replied.
"Okay buddy. Don't worry about it. You were asleep after all, it's not like it's the first time it's happened, is it?" Sue gave what she hoped was an encouraging smile.
"Guess not," he said, trying not to keep himself together.
She patted his leg through the covering blanket. "How about this? You get up and have a quick shower, then put your PJ's on, and let me change the sheets for you. You'll feel better when you're nice and clean again, then come downstairs for dinner. You can give Amy a call after that, okay?"
"Okay mum. Can you like go out for a minute so I can get up? I've got no pants on."
"Don't be silly Daniel. I've seen you without pants on a million times! I'm always seeing you in your pull ups!"
"Please mum? I'm really wet I think. It's kinda embarrassing you know."
"Okay mate, I'll turn around then. You hurry up and go, okay?"
Sue got up, and turned her back, hearing the rustling of bed clothes as her son got up. Dan had a quick look at the state of his pale blue sheet, seeing a big dark wet patch right in the middle of it. He sighed with frustration, then had to grab at his heavy pull up as it threatened to slide off his hips. Red faced, he scurried into the private sanctuary of his bathroom, the trickle on his legs hurrying him along.
Once she heard the bathroom door close, Sue turned her attention to her sons bed. She quickly stripped the wet sheets off, and bundled them into a pile, along with his mattress protector. She made a quick visit to the upstairs linen closet for fresh ones, and then started to remake the bed, listening to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.
When she stepped around to the other side of the bed to tuck the clean protector in, her eyes spotted something blue on the floor. Picking it up, she was surprised to find a baby's pacifier nestled in the palm of her hand.
The teat was wet as well. |
Chapter 53:
Freshly showered, and with his hair still wet, Dan cracked open the door of his room, making sure that his mother had gone. In his haste to shower, he hadn't taken any clothes or diapers in with him. The coast was clear, so he dropped the towel he had wrapped around his waist, and walked back into his room, naked.
Pausing briefly in front of the mirror, he gave himself another full-body inspection. It wasn't just vanity, he was starting to get a tiny patch of nappy rash inside his legs, and so he had applied a generous amount of ointment and powder to them after drying himself off. He'd been lucky so far, and had avoided nappy rash in the past, and although he only had it in a couple of small spots, he could feel the soreness and irritation already.
Overall, he felt a bit heartened by what he saw. He appeared to have lost a bit of weight, and although he still had a bit of puppy fat around his tummy, he definitely thought that he'd trimmed down a bit. He could tell that he'd gotten a bit taller as well, as the top of his head was now disappearing on his reflection, where up until now, he had always been able to see his full image. Also, and most importantly, he was pretty sure that his penis was getting a bit bigger, and his small patch of pubic hair was definitely getting thicker and gradually spreading upwards. Still not much hair on his legs though, but his armpits were starting to come along at last.
He put his socks back on, then debated on his choice of underwear. He usually wouldn't put a diaper on in situations like this, instead choosing to enjoy a few hours of genital freedom underneath his pyjamas before putting on his big night time nappy before going to bed. Being at home, staying inside and not going out to play, he had full access to a nearby toilet at all times, so he was extremely unlikely to have any accidents, and it was nice to be able to "freeball" it for a while, plus, with the rash starting to irritate him a bit, it would be nice to just air himself out for a while, but his latest accident had left him feeling a bit shaken, and almost craving for the security that a diaper would provide, so he decided to wear one. He wouldn't wear a tape on just yet, as they were too fiddly to get off when he used the toilet, and he definitely intended to use it, and not his nappy, if he could help it. He almost went for another Goodnight, but felt like wearing something nice and thick and comforting, so he went for a Molicare pull up instead. He sighed with a feeling of relief as the puffy diaper slid over his hips, cupping his genitals in a soft embrace as he pulled it up firmly.
Glancing at his reflection again, he quickly turned away from the mirror. Now he he was diapered, he didn't like what he saw so much, his big pull up immediately making him look much younger again. He had chosen his grey pyjamas over his Spider-Man ones as they looked a lot more grown up, and he quickly stepped into them, pulling them up to hide his nappy.
Anxious to get dinner out of the way so that he could finally call Amy, he was in a hurry as he left his room, failing to notice how his pacifier was now sitting on his bedside drawers and not on the floor where he'd dropped it.
Sue hadn't felt like preparing a big healthy dinner on a Friday night, and wanting to please her son, she had opted for comfort food instead, so they were having a simple meal of soup and toasted sandwiches. With the food already laid out on the table, Danny poured himself a glass of chocolate milk, and nervously joined his mother, dreading how the conversation was going to go. So much had happened over the last twenty four hours. Telling his friends about his diapers and bed wetting, getting caught smoking, wetting his pants in the car, having his mother find his wet pyjamas, getting grounded for the first time in his life, not being able to contact Amy, and therefore not knowing if she was in trouble as well, then falling asleep and wetting the bed in front of his mum. Dan felt physically, emotionally, and mentally drained, but he told himself that at least nothing else bad should happen tonight.
He was wrong.
"How was school today Danny?" Sue ventured in an opening gambit. "Were your friends still okay after last night?"
"Yeah, they're still pretty cool. I've got Scott's mums number so you can call her about the camp thing. But please mum, don't tell her about the smoking bit. Scott doesn't smoke at all, and I don't want to get him into trouble because of my stupidity." Dan felt bad for directly lying to his mother, but he managed to maintain eye contact with her anyway, and the fib slipped smoothly through his lips. He felt very uncomfortable bringing the previous nights naughtiness up again, but he knew that it was going to be a major discussion point sooner or later, and he wanted to keep his friends out of it as much as possible.
"Okay buddy, I won't say anything about it." Sue said, seeing a look of relief race across her sons smooth features. "To be honest with you, I wouldn't bring it up anyway, even if you hadn't asked. I don't know this Scott guy or his mother anyway, so it's not any of my business. I hope you understand why I told Sonia though? She's my friend, and I love Amy to bits as well, so I'm only concerned for her welfare, that's all. If you guys are going to do stupid stuff like that, her mother has a right to know, wouldn't you agree?"
Dropping his eyes again and shifting uncomfortably in his chair, Dan had to force himself to mutter "Yeah, I guess so," in a muted response.
"Good," Sue replied. "Listen mate. Let's not dwell on it, alright? You did the wrong thing, and got into trouble for it. There's no need to bring it up again. You're going to stay home and do some chores this weekend, and if you're good, I'll give you your phone back on Sunday night. You can call your girlfriend after dinner, and even tomorrow if you want to, but on the land line. No computer, but you can use your PlayStation or Nintendo if you want too. That's all I'm asking from you. No cut in allowance, and like I said, I won't tell dad. All in all, you're getting off pretty lightly I think, don't you agree?"
He had to agree that it was a pretty light punishment for the crime, and while he wasn't exactly overjoyed by a weekend stuck at home doing chores, he knew that he deserved it, so he grudgingly agreed that he was okay with it.
They ate in relative silence for awhile. Sue tried a few topics of conversation, and while Dan always answered politely, she could tell that he just wasn't in the mood to talk. After dinner, he gathered the plates up without being asked, and loaded the dishwasher, even wiping the table down afterwards.
"You can use the phone now if you want," Sue told him, smiling a bit at the look of relief on his face.
"Thanks mum. I will in a minute. I might just go to the toilet first though, just in case."
"If you're going upstairs, there's a basket of your washing in the laundry," she informed him. "I washed your jeans and footies today....."
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she saw her son blush. Not just a little blush either, but a glowing redness that spread from his neck to his eyes, which he quickly diverted again.
"O-okay mum, thanks" he stammered, quickly shuffling past her and into the laundry.
While he obviously looked very guilty, Sue decided to not say any more about it. They were starting to communicate again, and that was more important than questioning him about a pair of wet pyjamas. In the grand scheme of things, he'd wet himself, no more, no less. It wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last, and even if he had done it on purpose, she supposed that it didn't really matter all that much, as long as it didn't become a habit. She would rather be back on speaking terms with him than have him clam up again over something as common as a pair of wet pants. But there was something else on her mind though, and she waited for him to return carrying the washing basket full of neatly folded clothes before she mentioned it, watching his reaction as the sound of her voice made him pause at the doorway.
"Danny, while you were in the shower, I found a baby's pacifier on your floor while I was changing your sheets. What's that all about mate?"
Dan felt the bottom drop out of his stomach, and his bladder clenched tight. He almost wet himself through shock, and was surprised in a way that he didn't, although his slight need to do a wee was suddenly heightened greatly. He could have quite easily moved his bowels as well if he wanted too. The discovery of his pacifier was just as big of a shock as getting caught smoking, and even worse in a way. At least smoking was a grownup thing to be caught doing, not a baby thing! Lots of kids smoked, and while it was bad, it was kind of common, but not many big kids owned a dummy.
But, ever since he had almost been caught by his mother and uncle before, he had played out a thousand different excuses inside his head should he ever get discovered, and his current situation with smoking suddenly raced across his mind, and he was able to start talking before he even quite knew exactly what he was going to say.
"Um, oh, you see, yeah. Geez, this is kinda embarrassing mum, but, it's mine."
What on earth are you doing with a pacifier Danny?" Sue asked, obviously bewildered by not only the discovery, but also by his frank admission. She had expected him to either deny everything, or at least feign ignorance, not just come out and openly admit to it!
"Well, I know it'll sound kinda stupid mum, but it's to stop me wanting to smoke. Like I told you, I haven't smoked much, but a couple of weeks ago, I found myself like hanging out for one. It's like you said, they're kinda addictive! I've never ever bought any, just smoked when other kids have had them, and I can't really buy any, can I? I mean no shops gonna sell 'em to a kid! So I looked online, and there was like an article there that said that sucking on a dummy was a good way to like quit smoking! It was like a substitute or something, and would take your mind off it."
Sue was fascinated. As unlikely as the concept sounded, the idea that her son had read such a thing certainly was feasible. Perhaps it wasn't as ludicrous as her first reaction thought it to be.
"Are you serious mate? Where on earth did you read that?"
"Dunno exactly," Dan replied with a look of innocence. "It was just a thing I found on the computer, like what someone said had worked for them. Anyway, I didn't want to smoke, even though I felt like one, so I kinda bought the paci instead!"
"And does it work Danny? Does it help you?"
Dan grinned at her, and she couldn't help smiling back. He hadn't really smiled very much in her company lately, and his slightly embarrassed boyish grin was infectious. He looked so bashful as he spoke about it, but seemed so earnest at the same time.
"Sure does!" Dan replied. "I know it sounds stupid, and it's embarrassing, but it really works! If I'm feeling like stressed out and stuff, which I have been since last night, it makes me feel like a smoke, but chilling out while using the dummy really relaxes me, and I don't wanna smoke anymore! It just sorta calms me down I guess."
He lowered his voice a bit, and shuffled his feet nervously. "I'm sorry. Are you mad at me for that, too?"
Feeing dumbstruck, she at first struggled to form a coherent sentence. Ever since she had discovered the paci, she had been wondering exactly how far Dan would stretch the truth when she confronted him about it. She hadn't been able to come up with a single good excuse for her teenage boy to be using another baby item like his diapers, and was starting to wonder if he might be having some kind of emotional crisis, but what he had said to her actually sounded like there might be some logic behind it.
"No Danny," she replied calmly. "I'm not mad. It just sounds so unusual, that's all. But I think you're a very smart boy for trying to do something good about your smoking though! I've got too admit, I've never heard of it before, but if it works for you, I'm happy for you to use it whenever you want! Who knows? I might even have to get one myself when I try to quit!"
Dan laughed at his mothers jest. "Yeah mum, I reckon you'd look totally rad with a dummy! You oughta try it!"
"Well mate, we'll just have to to see about how well I can go without it first, I think. Now, take your stuff upstairs, then you can ring Amy. I'll leave you alone, and go outside and try to enjoy one of my last ciggies. I've got about ten left, then I'm quitting. So be warned, I'm probably going to be grumpy by tomorrow night, so you'd better stay outta my way!"
Dan chuckled again, suddenly feeling closer to his mum than he had done for weeks. He felt incredibly lousy for lying to her about his paci, but it hadn't been like a 'total' lie. Sucking on it DID make him feel calmer and happier, it's just that he hadn't been using it as a 'stop smoking tool,' although he figured that he might be from now on. But saying that it was such a thing was certainly a lot better than just admitting that he liked sucking on it.
Surprised to find that although his heart rate was perhaps a bit quicker than normal, overall, he'd remained remarkably calm throughout the ordeal of having his paci use discovered and discussed. He quickly padded up the steps with the laundry basket, anxious to get back downstairs and call his girlfriend. |
Tried to reply to Alex, and once again ended up with a reply box that I can't get rid of.
Chapter 54:
Shaken up by the knowledge of his mums discovery of his dummy, and the subsequent questioning that had ensued, Dans stomach was gurgling by the time he got to his room. He wondered to himself exactly how much more bad stuff could possibly go wrong for him this week. Surely his bad luck must nearly be at an end. But in saying that, everything else would pale into insignificance as long as he could still see Amy eventually.
Normally his bowel habits were pretty regular, once a day before school. But at the mention of his mothers discovery, his bowels had turned to liquid. Glad of his decision to wear a pull up and not a tape on, he only just managed to get his pants and diaper down in time, hurriedly sitting on the toilet before he let loose with a sudden case of the runs, and his bladder emptied itself in uncontrolled sympathy at the same time. It had been a close call, and he was supremely glad that he'd made it, but at the same time,he couldn't stop himself from thinking about Nikki, and how she had admitted to deliberately pooing in her pants, and how Amy sometimes had messy accidents. As he sat there, he found himself wondering just what that must feel like....
But he had enough mental shit to deal with at the moment, without adding any actual shit to the equation, and he eventually finished what his body had started, then washed his hands thoroughly afterwards.
Walking into his bedroom, he saw the root cause of his latest trouble sitting in plain sight on top of his drawers, and mentally kicked himself for being so slack about it. He guessed that it had only been a matter of time before he had gotten caught, just like he had been caught smoking, and again with his deliberate wetting. He picked it up, and rolled it around his fingers for a few seconds, and almost decided to throw it away, but his mother had seemed very accepting of his paci use, and he did really enjoy it, so he finished up just dropping it into the pocket of his dressing gown, which he had retrieved from his washing basket and put on.
Sighing to himself, he came to the conclusion that that it was just too hard to get away with any real 'secret stuff' when you were just a kid. But at least him and Amy had gotten away with a lot of other stuff so far! He decided that they had better be a bit more careful and put more planning into their 'special playtimes,' that is, if she was still allowed to talk to him. Perhaps that was why he hadn't been able to reach her. Sonia might have really cracked it and told her that she wasn't allowed to see him anymore! That idea had been sneaking into his brain all day, but up till now, he had been able to successfully push it aside. But now, with the moment of truth fast approaching, he was totally scared that it might just be a possibility. Perhaps she wouldn't be allowed to talk to him anymore .
His stomach rolled over once more, and just briefly, he thought that he may have to sit on the toilet again, but the feeling soon passed. He was so nervous, his tummy was starting to play up something fierce! Damn it! As worried as he was, he couldn't put it off for any longer, he had to call her now, and at least find out just how much trouble she was in. Surely Sonia wouldn't demand an end to their relationship. Dan honestly felt like he might actually die if she did that. He steeled himself for what was to come, and fidgeting with his pocketed pacifier, he made the long trek back downstairs.
Sue saw him coming, and took notice of the tense expression on his face. She understood just why he looked so nervous, but she had the inside knowledge that everything was going to work out alright for him. Unbeknownst to Dan, his mother and Sonia had met for coffee that afternoon, and had agreed that the same punishment for their errant offspring would suffice, for now at least. As the women had sat around talking and smoking themselves, it had seemed that any harsher punishment would be a bit two-faced on their behalf, as both of them had shared the guilty thought that they needed to accept at least some of the blame for their children's behaviour, as they hadn't exactly been prime role models in the smoking department. Kids will be kids, they had decided, and hopefully they had caught them in time, before they became addicted. Putting a stop to their kids relationship had never even been discussed, as both parents were actually very happy about the way that their friendship had started bringing both of them out of their respective shells a lot more.
Sue could never have told her son this of course, regardless of how worried he might be. Being worried about the consequences of his actions was all part of the overall punishment. Instead, she took her dwindling supply of cigarettes outside, giving her little boy the privacy he craved to make the call.
With trembling fingers, Dan punched in her mobile number, having to do it twice because his shaking hands had hit the wrong digits on the first attempt. He had better luck the second time around, but still only succeeded in getting the recorded message telling him that her phone was currently switched off.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, reaching for the diary beside the phone, and finding the land line number that he didn't know off by heart. He really hadn't wanted to call the home phone, primarily because he was scared of what Sonia would say, or expect him to say, if she was the one who picked up.
"Hello?" Amy had picked up before the second ring had finished sounding in the earpiece, almost as if she had been sitting by the phone waiting, which of course she was. In that one spoken word, Danny could tell that she was nervous, excited, worried, hopeful and scared, all at the same time.
"Ames!" Dan sighed, finally sitting, in fact almost collapsing into a chair. "Oh my God Ames! How are you? What's been happening over there? I love you and miss you so much! How are you baby?"
Amy had to laugh, although it sounded very forced. "How can you miss me, Catholic boy? We only saw each other last night for goodness sake! But I know watcha mean, I miss you sooo much at the moment." He could hear her voice breaking a bit, and the sound of a muffled sob escaping from her lips. It felt as if his heart would break just listening to her sounding so upset.
"So what's been going on?" Dan enquired tentatively, dreading the answer. "I've been trying to get hold of you and Nikki all day! I've been so freaking worried about you!"
Amys voice was shaking with emotion as she answered. "Oh sweetie. I'm in so much trouble! Mum knows I was smoking, she smelled it on my top when I got home. I was stupid! I put my jumper in the laundry instead of keeping it in my dirty clothes basket like I normally do, and she must've smelt it when she picked it up! She like confronted me about it, and I had to admit that I'd been smoking, I mean, it was so flipping obvious! I tried to like deny it and stuff at first, but when she made me smell my top, I hadda tell the truth. It really smelled Danny!" Amy issued yet another series of soft sobbing noises as she completed her admission of guilt.
Dan didn't know exactly what to say. He obviously knew more than she did, but telling her that her mother hadn't really smelled her jumper to work out what had happened, and that she'd only found out via a call from Sue, well, it wasn't an easy thing to admit too. For just the briefest of moments, he half contemplated not saying anything, instead, just letting her go on believing that her mother was the worlds greatest detective, and didn't in fact have any outside help in figuring out the crime that had been committed, and he really wasn't any part of it at all. But that just wouldn't be fair, and she needed to know the truth.
"Amy, calm down for a second. I knew you were in trouble for smoking, cause I am too! In fact, your mum probably only found out because my mum told her. She smelt it on all of us in the car last night, and I copped it as well, then she rang your mum. Here, let me tell you exactly what happened...."
For the next few minutes Danny did just that. He told her about how Sue had noticed and confronted him, even admitting how he'd wet himself with shock and nervousness. Instead of it being a difficult thing to talk about, like he had thought it may have been, it ended up being surprisingly easy. He had spent the last twenty four hours worried sick about what was going on with Amy, and now he was finally talking to her, it seemed that he actually had a lot to say. Even though he was upset that she had gotten into trouble, in a way it kind of made him feel better that he wasn't suffering alone. Dan felt a bit guilty for feeling this way, but knowing that he was sharing his punishment and had somebody else who completely understood what he had been going through did lighten the load quite a bit. Once they compared their respective punishments, and discovered that they were identical, it became obvious to the pair of them that their mothers had obviously discussed their behaviour in depth. At different parts of the conversation they found themselves both cringing at the thought of what must've been said.
"So that's why I couldn't reach you today?" Dan asked. "Because your mum took your phone as well?"
"Yeah. We had like a huge fight about it last night. I was in my room playing, and mum called me out and took my phone off me. I didn't know what was going on at first, but when she told me, I almost died! We ended up arguing a lot, and let me tell you something Catholic boy, you weren't the only one who had an accident either! I was crying so much that I ended up wetting myself as well."
"Oh my God," Dan said, "We're a good pair, aren't we? I don't think we'd be very good crooks or anything! Can you imagine us being arrested by the cops and both of us wetting ourselves while they questioned us?"
They had eventually found something about their situation to laugh about, and it felt good. It had been a long twenty four hours for both of them, and neither of them had really even smiled much, so to actually find themselves finally laughing, even if it was over something embarrassing like wetting their pants, felt really good right then.
"What about Nikki? Why didn't she answer her phone? Is she in trouble as well?"
Amy laughed. "No, she just didn't take her phone to school today. You know Nikki, she can be a bit ditzy sometimes! She forgot to charge it, and it was dead flat, so she left it at home."
"Mum found my dummy as well," Dan added, "so she knows about that too now."
Amy was shocked at hearing this, and Dan could hear the worry and disbelief in her voice.
"Oh no! Christ Danny! What in the world did she say about that? Didja get into trouble about that as well?"
Even though his mother was safely outside with the door closed, Dan lowered his voice as he replied.
"Believe it or not, no! I kinda fibbed a bit about it. Told her I was using it to stop smoking. She actually thought it was a good idea! Told me I could use it whenever I wanted too!"
"Oh my God! That's absolutely brilliant Danny! You're a genius," she enthused proudly. "I would never have thought of that!" He heard her chuckle, and the sound bought a smile to his face. "I dare ya to use it in front of her!"
"Whoa there! I don't think I could do that babe! That's getting a bit too weird I reckon."
"Double dare ya!"
"Darers go first," he informed her, giving the age old playground reply of the generations passed, making them both giggle.
He was starting to feel a lot better now, his conversation with his girlfriend cheering him up no end. It wasn't even necessarily anything that she specifically said, but just hearing her voice was making him happy again.
They talked for another twenty minutes, both of them lamenting on the fact that they were going to have no access to the technology that they had grown up with. Not having a mobile phone or a computer meant no Facebook or texting, and like most kids their age, they had gotten so used to being almost constantly linked to the world via the web, that a whole two days without it seemed to stretch out in front of them like an interminable distance that was almost impossible to breach. But, they had to agree that it could've been a lot worse, so they would cop it sweet and not create any more dramas than they already had.
Unbeknownst to be them, their mothers were using this time to have a quick conversation of their own, and were discussing how well that their progeny were taking their punishment, and admitting that it was nice to see how happy that their kids were by just being able to talk with each other again. They agreed that perhaps they might even organise a surprise Sunday brunch so that they could see each other over the weekend, but without exactly breaching the terms of their official groundings. It was mutually agreed that they would adopt a wait and see approach, and decide later if their children's behaviour would warrant a treat like that. Whilst the two women agreed that a punishment was needed, they had only rarely ever had to institute such a thing before, and they both knew that their kids were emotionally fragile, and vulnerable by nature, so a hardline approach really wouldn't accomplish very much, and might indeed have the effect of pushing them away and alienating them a bit.
"Better go darling," Sonia said to Sue, "It sounds like the big phone call is almost over."
"Alright Son, I'll call you tomorrow, and we'll decide then if our little angels are worthy of seeing each other on Sunday."
Dan entered the lounge room shortly afterwards, finding his mother was now back inside and sitting in an armchair watching TV. He felt almost elated now, and was starting to see the light at the end of his personal tunnel, and he was almost floating as he walked.
"Don't suppose you'd be interested in watching TV with me for a while mate?" Sue asked, not really expecting much of a response. "There's a Spider-Man movie coming on that you might like, and I can make us a cuppa?"
"You know what mum? That'd be really cool I think. I'd like that."
If Sue hadn't have been sitting down already, she may have fallen down with shock.
Not long after, they were ready for the movie to begin. Sue was in her favourite armchair, while Danny was sprawled out on the couch. A hot chocolate each and a bowl of popcorn sat on the coffee table between them, and they relaxed in a companionable silence in the darkened room. About an hour into the movie, Danny looked across at his mother, and saw that she had dozed off. He reached into the pocket of his now discarded dressing gown, and retrieved his pacifier, which he gratefully inserted into his mouth, then stretched out languorously on the couch, sucking away contentedly and immersing himself in the adventures of his favourite superhero, but smiling as he realised that he was actually doing Amy's dare at the same time. Well, kinda sorta anyway.
As usual, sucking on his paci soothed him, and although he managed to stay awake until the end of the film, his eyes were drooping tiredly. The credits were still running when he fully closed them, and within seconds, he was fast asleep.
Sue woke up not ten minutes later, and stretched her legs as she yawned, her own bladder sending signals that she needed to pee quite urgently. A quick glance across the darkened room told her that Danny was asleep on the couch, so she got up, wincing a bit with her built up need for release, and she hurried out of the room, switching the kitchen light on so as not to wake him up just yet.
Sue herself wasn't entirely free from occasional bladder mishaps, especially when she coughed sneezed or laughed, being a middle aged woman who had experienced the painful and damaging joys of childbirth. She had to pause in the hallway and cross her legs, as she felt herself starting to leak into her panties. Thankfully, it wasn't too big of a leak, and she was able to continue her hurriedly awkward gait towards the downstairs bathroom.
She leaked again just before she shut the door, and had to hurriedly pull her blue sweatpants and high cut pink cotton panties down, grimacing as she observed the big wet stain that covered the crotch. Her sweatpants had a small wet spot on them, but it was virtually invisible on the dark blue fleecey fabric. She shuddered in relief as her urine gushed out of her, then removed her pants and knickers, before putting her sweats back over her feet again. She wiped herself clean, then stood up, screwing her face up with distaste at the feeling of wetness pressed against her pubic mound.
After more than fourteen years of handling her sons urine soaked pants, diapers, and sheets, she had long since lost any disgust about it, and she certainly didn't feel anything bad about picking her own wet underwear up off the floor, and casually stuffing them into her back pocket. Her sweatpants would need washing now anyway, so she had no compunction about putting her knickers in her pocket. Washing her hands in the sink, she gave her reflection a wry smile.
"You're getting leakier and leakier in your old age," she informed her mirrored image, which of course replied with the same smile. "You'll be wearing your sons diapers next!"
After depositing her underpants in the laundry basket, she snuck back into the lounge room, where the glow from the kitchen light was gently illuminating her sons sleeping features, but hadn't disturbed him enough to awaken him though.
Danny was curled up in a tight ball, with his socked feet drawn up underneath his backside. His pyjamas had slid down his waist a bit, exposing the big pull up he was wearing. She allowed herself an indulgent smile at the sight of the bright blue pacifier firmly clasped between his lips.
Sue vividly remembered the problems they had encountered getting Danny to give up his dummy when he was a toddler. He was still carrying it around with him when he was three, and still going to bed with it until well past his fourth birthday. Now, ten years later, here he was, still wearing a nappy and using a pacifier. "Some things never change," she thought.
Sue gently shook him by the shoulder.
"Come on Daniel. Up you get mate. Time to go to bed, and you're way to big to carry now."
Dan came awake slowly, his gaze was vacant, the look of a boy awakened from a deep sleep. He stretched his legs and yawned, causing his pacifier to spill from his mouth and roll down his chin. This caused him to jerk in shock, and he sleepily grabbed and groped for it, automatically trying to hide it from his mother, but his grasping fingers couldn't seem to locate it.
Sue plucked it off the couch cushion from where it had fallen, and gently put it back into his mouth.
"Stop stressing buddy. I told you, I don't mind you having it, remember?"
Dan gave her a sheepish, guilty kind of smile, but didn't object, choosing instead to just keep it in his mouth and not reply. He took her offer of an outstretched hand, and let her help him to his feet, and he headed for the door.
"Are you wet Danny?" Sue asked nicely, hoping her question wouldn't upset him.
Dan, being more asleep than awake, actually wasn't sure. He had to grab at his diaper through his pyjamas and squeeze it a bit, just to make sure.
"No mum, I'm still dry, but I think I need to go though."
"Well hurry up then mate, before you wet your nappy. Make sure that you brush your teeth as well.
Dan mumbled his good night, then realised that he really did need to hurry up before he wet himself. It looked as if Sue had woken him up just in time, so he moved with a certain urgency.
Five minutes later, he was safely tucked up in bed, once again sucking on his dummy. He realised that he had been seen doing it by his mother, but was too tired to give it much thought at the time. He felt very calm and relaxed, and it didn't take long before he was snoring softly.
He didn't even stir minutes later when his door cracked open a bit, with Sue checking in on him before going to her own room. Once again, the sight of her big boy looking like a little boy made her smile, and she gently pulled the door closed again and then went to bed herself. |
Chapter 55:
Dan slept soundly all night, waking up in the morning whilst in the middle of a diaper dream. In his dream, Amy and himself were wearing their diapers only, and her bare breasts were proudly on display while they watched TV together. Dan couldn't stop himself from continuously staring at her chest, and wanted more than anything to reach over and touch her boobs, but he also needed to pee as well.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Aren't you going to touch them?" Dream Amy asked innocently.
"Of course I'm gonna touch them babe. But I need to go to the toilet first though. I'm busting for a piss!"
"So? Go in your nappy silly! That's why you're wearing one!"
"No Ames. I don't want mum finding out I've wet myself on purpose again. I've gotta go to the toilet properly."
"Are you sure, Catholic boy? Doing a wee in your nappy is much more fun you know!" This was said as Dream Amy started tracing circles around her bare nipples with her finger, as she looked at him with what he had come to think of as her "naughty" expression on her delicate features.
Before dream Amy could convince him otherwise, he had woken up. His penis was rock hard inside his big diaper, a combination of waking up with a full bladder and dreaming about Amy's breasts. He shuddered for a second, realising that his nappy was still dry, but he was right on the verge of both wetting himself and probably having a wet dream of another variety as well.
He threw the bed clothes back in a hurry, and waddled quickly into the bathroom with a hand pressed tightly against his raging piss boner through his diaper. He pulled his pants down right away, but had to use both hands to fumble with his pesky diaper tapes, but managed to eventually free himself before he started leaking. His boyhood was standing proudly to attention in front of him, and once he exposed himself to the cooler air, it twitched violently with its pent up urgency. As he felt the floodgates starting to break open without any conscious effort on his part, he quickly abandoned any thought of trying to direct his stream into the toilet bowl from his engorged organ, and turned quickly towards the shower instead, only just swivelling in time before a tremendous stream erupted from his upstanding member, causing him to groan with relief as his bladder emptied itself.
It seemed to take forever to finish, and he was positive that he hadn't ever woken up while still holding that much before. He picked up his hastily discarded diaper from between his feet where he'd dropped it, and inspected it thoroughly, confirming that it was indeed still dry.
"Incredible," he thought, "I would have normally wet long before now. I wonder if it might finally be getting better?"
It wasn't the first time that he'd had similar thoughts of course, and they appeared on a regular basis. It only took waking up dry two mornings in a row for him to start thinking like this, but you couldn't blame him for thinking positive thoughts, because it was either that, or just give up altogether and tell himself that he would grow up wetting the bed for his entire life, and that would truly be a horrible thing to contemplate, although he often had done so. But, for now at least he was dry, which is exactly how a kid should be in the morning, and that was good enough to start with.
He applied some cream to his tender area between his legs, and while rubbing it in, he brushed against his boyhood a couple of times. It still seemed to be a lot less flaccid than usual, and the rubbing motion was making it bounce around, and he started to go hard again with no effort on his part. Dans thoughts turned to his recently departed dream, with a topless, diapered Amy asking him to touch her beautiful breasts after he wet his own diaper, and he instantly became rock hard again. The urge became too much, and he took the tube of diaper rash cream back into his bedroom, pausing only briefly to look at his erection in the mirror first, positive that it was indeed getting bigger, then he laid back down on his bed, before applying a generous dollop of cool ointment right at the base of his shaft.
He went to work on it straight away, using the cream as a lube, massaging it in with the palm of his right hand while holding his erection in his left, using firm, circular strokes. He thought about Amy's wonderful breasts, and remembered what they had felt and tasted like, and he imagined himself doing it again, and taking her wet diaper off, and how warm her sex was underneath it. He rubbed harder and faster, eventually gripping his shaft firmly, pumping it up and down vigorously between his thumb and forefinger, before his toes started curling, and a swiftly spreading feeling of pent up anticipation began in the very depths of his soul. His fingers glided easily through the lube on his skin, and he arched his back up off the mattress as his climax steadily but swiftly approached.
Dan opened his eyes and frantically looked around. He was about to shoot his load, but didn't have a tissue or anything with which to contain it. He saw his toes curling again, and while he was able to slow down his actions, he really didn't want to stop, but nor did he want to shoot his sticky load onto his sheets. It was bad enough that his mum saw his wet sheets, let alone ones stained with other fluids as well. The sight of his toes curling caused inspiration to strike him, and without missing any more than perhaps a single beat, he let go of his shaft only long enough to reach down and quickly rip the white ankle sock from his left foot, into which he rapidly inserted his throbbing boyhood, relishing the warmth. Now, protected from any potential mess, he collapsed backwards again and resumed his previous tugging action, looking for all the world like a boy who had suddenly grown tired of having a penis and who was determined to remove it by ripping it from his body by any means possible.
The sudden warmth of his sock around his willie had only heightened his arousal, and his breathing quickened, along with his pulse rate, and he let his mind roam free, pulling in a series of disjointed images that were completely unrelated to each other, but all based around a common theme, Amy. Amy wetting her pants. Amy and himself in the shower naked. Amy changing his diaper. Amy peeing in her swimsuit. Amy, Amy, Amy....
"Amy!" Dan groaned out loud, as his back arched again, and his cock pulsed strongly in his hand, and he felt the sock around the tip of his penis suddenly growing warm and wet, and suddenly there seemed to be even more lubrication around his shaft than there had been before. "Aww fuck, Amy," he mumbled again, collapsing backwards with his pyjama top now damp with sweat, but he was smiling.
Once he was satisfied that he'd milked himself completely, he got up and stripped naked, depositing his pyjamas and socks into his laundry basket. He decided to freeball it today, and go without underwear or a diaper, just to help his rash clear up a bit with some fresh air. He dressed as simply as possible, just a pair of black cotton board shorts and a black t-shirt, subconsciously choosing a dark colour just in case he should happen to have an accident at any stage. He quickly made his bed, liking how his room didn't smell of pee for a change, and padded barefoot downstairs to meet his mother.
Sue was having coffee at the dining table when her son walked in, and the first thing she noticed was that he wasn't still in his pyjamas, but nor had he had a shower, which indicated that he had probably woken up dry.
"Good morning baby. Sleep alright?"
"Yeah mum, really good actually," he replied with a smile.
"Do you uh, need a shower this morning?" Sue asked tentatively.
"No mum! I woke up completely dry this morning. Feels kinda good!"
"Oh that's great Danny!" Sue exclaimed. "But don't forget to put some rash cream on anyway, and really rub it in properly too."
Dan quickly turned towards the fridge, and busied himself with taking the milk out, hoping against hope that his mother wasn't watching him too closely less she see his sudden uncomfortable expression.
"Yeah mum, I uh, already did that actually. I'm not gonna wear a diaper today, give it a chance to kinda air out a bit, you know?"
"Good boy, that's probably a great idea. Now, bring your cereal over here, I'm going to give you a list of jobs I want done.
Dan sighed quietly, but poured himself a large glass of milk and did as he was told. If he was going to be trapped doing chores on what looked like being an absolutely beautiful day, he was going to drink as much as he could and participate in some holding fun in the process, so he decided that he may as well start. He had no intention of wetting himself like he had done the last time he had done chores outside, at least on purpose anyway, but surely he could have some harmless holding fun to make the day go quicker.
He sat down and listened quietly as Sue started giving him instructions on what he was expected to do. The list was comprehensive, and he hoped that by drinking a lot and doing a hold, it might make his chores more bearable.
He was going to try, anyway. |
Chapter 56:
After breakfast, Danny began his chores, starting with a comprehensive cleaning of his room. The sheets on his bed had only recently been changed and were still dry, so that made it a bit easier, and it didn't take long to put away his clean clothes, and put his dirty ones in the washing machine, saying a silent prayer of thanks that he was able to put his freshly soiled socks straight into the machine without his mother having to handle them. He vacuumed, and collected the plethora of assorted cups, glasses, bowls and plates that most teenagers seemed to somehow accumulate miraculously in no time at all. He washed up without being asked too, more to stop his mother noticing how much assorted crockery and cutlery he'd been storing in his room. As he washed up, he took a two litre bottle of cold water from the fridge and guzzled it greedily, determined to make himself need to pee as quickly as possible. As it turned out, it didn't take long, with his hands being immersed in the hot water no doubt aiding him with his mission. By the time the washing up was done, he was starting to feel the first stages of needing to pee again building up already.It was late morning when he slipped his bare feet into an old pair of trainers, and headed out into the garden.
The weather had been cooling down ever since their trip to Adventure World a few weeks ago, but today looked like it was going to be the last hurrah of the warmer weather, the swan song of Autumn so to speak. It had been cool earlier on when he had gotten up, but by now, the sun was out and directing its last vestiges of real seasonal warmth on the earth below. The forecast was for a comfortable 24 degrees, and while not exactly hot, it was certainly going to be the best day temperature wise for the last fortnight. Dan decided he might even try a swim in the pool after he finished his chores, as the temperature probably wouldn't hit such giddy heights again for another six months or so. Their pool wasn't heated, but had a solar blanket stretched across it, and in another couple of hours would be warm enough to enjoy for one last dip.
Dan hit the front garden bed first. Thankfully for him, his mother enjoyed pottering about in the garden, so it wasn't in terrible condition or anything, but just sported a few errant weeds which were quickly and easily removed. He made a conscious effort to continuously take generous swigs from his bottle, and had drank almost a litre by the time he moved onto the garden beds in the back yard.
Due to his extensive pee holding games with his girlfriend, the boy had learned a few things about just how his body reacted to doing big holds, and how his desperation affected him. For example, he knew that if he drank lots and held on, then of course he would need to pee badly eventually, but he had also learned that sometimes allowing himself to pee a few times while continuing to drink could result in a much faster onset of desperation a bit further down the track, and that's what he wanted. There was no way that he could possibly expect to go all day without peeing, and, being undiapered as he was, he wasn't going to put himself at risk of ending up with wet pants just for the sake of enjoying a hold. So this is what his goal was, to drink heaps and pee freely for awhile before eventually stopping, and getting some rapid onset desperation happening later on in the day. He made his first stop beside the shed, where he emptied his bladder before drinking another few large mouthfuls of water and continuing on with the gardening.
Feeling a lot more relaxed with his bladder emptied, Dan knelt down and applied what little enthusiasm he had towards clearing the backyard garden beds. It didn't take long, but he managed to drink nearly a litre of water while he did it. Once he was done, he retrieved the lawn mower from the shed, and took the opportunity to relieve himself once more while he was there. The Jacobs household had more lawn in the front than in the back, thanks to the pool, decking, and patio, so the back lawn was only a fifteen minute job.
A sweaty, dirt-streaked Daniel with grubby knees then took a quick break, and met his mother in the kitchen while pouring himself a large glass of Coke over ice.
"How's it going mate? Sounds like you've been busy?" Sue asked.
"Yeah. Done the gardens and the back lawn okay mum. Just grabbing a drink before I do the front."
"Well just be careful how much Coke you drink son. You know how it affects you. Make sure you go to the toilet if you have too. No need to try and hold on and end up having an accident you realise. How's your rash going?"
This was the type of conversation that always made Dan uncomfortable. He knew his mother was only trying to help him, but here he was, closer to his fifteenth birthday than his fourteenth one, and his mum still found it necessary to remind him about going to the toilet so as not to wet himself, and speaking openly about his diaper rash. Sheesh! Talk about making a guy feel like a baby! But, unfortunately, he knew that he only had himself to blame, remembering how his mother had found his wet pants the last time he'd drank a lot of Coke while doing chores. He was determined that that wouldn't happen again. One thing his experiences of the last week had taught him, was if he was going to be naughty, he simply needed to be a bit more careful about it.
"Okay mum. You're right. I just did a wee beside the shed anyway, and the rash is going okay. I think not wearing a nappy is doing it some good."
"Okay mate, just be careful okay? And remember, if you do have an accident without your diaper on, it's not the end of the world, alright? We can always wash your pants."
"Thanks mum, but I'm gonna be like super careful anyway. I think wearing all the time makes me a bit lazy sometimes, so I'm gonna try hard to not rely on them so much."
Dan really felt uncomfortable talking about his problems so openly, so he took his drink and hurried outside, just in case his mother decided to start telling him what a good little boy he was being, like he was being potty trained or something! It was really annoying when she did that, and although her heart was in the right place, it always annoyed him when she treated him like a baby. He felt himself tensing up a bit, and had a sudden craving to suck on his pacifier for a few minutes, the irony of that thought completely lost on him though.
Halfway through mowing the larger front yard, Dan paused, and drank half of his Coke in super quick time before resuming. As his attention turned to the final part, the side yard, his bladder suddenly twinged, and he found himself automatically grabbing himself as he manoeuvred the mower around a tree. His legs were partly spread for balance, and the realisation hit him that he had almost wet himself a bit just out of nowhere! Holding his penis with one hand, he quickly turned the mower off with the other one, and hurriedly opened the side gate, making a quick waddling beeline for the safety of the shed.
He made safely enough, that is until he had to let go of the death grip on his boyhood to pull his shorts down at the front enough to release it. As soon as he eased the pressure of his hand, he felt his penis twitch a bit, and a small squirt escaped, wetting the area underneath his fingers, and he felt a tiny trickle on his upper thigh. His thin cotton shorts weren't very absorbent, and he didn't have any underpants on, so while what had escaped was only minimal, it had nothing with which it could be absorbed in to, and he felt a wave of terror wash over him as he freed his dripping penis and pointed down, only mere seconds before he started flowing freely. When he'd finished, he pulled his pants back up, and examined them carefully. There was a tiny wet spot only a couple of inches across, and a few drips on his left leg, but both were nearly invisible on the dark black material, and he knew that his shorts would dry quickly, especially on a nice day like today. He felt himself blushing a bit, embarrassed at how easily he had lost control. He hadn't even been aware of any more than the slightest need to go a few moments ago, yet he had suffered a minor leak anyway. It was a stark and brutal reminder for him that although he had enjoyed a dry night, and although he enjoyed doing holds and wetting for fun, and while he was happy to be going about his business undiapered like a normal kid, he was in fact incontinent, and accidents could occur at any time.
"I've really gotta be more careful," he chastised himself quietly, then, feeling a bit shaky but relieved, he went back to finish the lawn, but not before draining the last of his soda.
Twenty minutes later, he was hosing off the lawnmower, when he heard Sue calling for him. A quick squeeze and visual check confirmed that his pants were again dry, so he had no problems with locking the mower and hurrying back to the house, where he was happy to find that his mother had made him a sandwich and poured him another large Coke. He certainly didn't NEED the drink, as his plan was working just fine by now. The constant high fluid intake and frequency of bladder relief was having the effect that he desired. He was filling up very quickly, and although he kept peeing, his body was getting used to just going pretty much whenever he wanted too. He thanked his mother for lunch, but before he ate, he peed beside the shed again, deciding that it would be the last time, and from now on in he'd try and hold. Washing his hands at the outside tap, he wiped them dry on his t-shirt before kicking off his grubby shoes and sitting down at the outside table to eat.
Habit had him looking for his phone. It was almost a part of him, and he felt kind of lost without it, and it took a second to remember that it wasn't available to him because of his punishment, and indeed wouldn't be available for another day. Danny sighed with frustration, it was almost inhuman to deprive a kid of his phone these days! How the hell was he supposed to get through this without going crazy anyway? Without being able to check Facebook or Twitter, he busied himself by eating, and drank the large drink as well, then filled the glass back up with water again. He could almost believe he was starting to make sloshing sounds as he walked! Sue returned shortly afterwards to collect his plate, basically to prevent him from walking inside while covered in dirt and grass clippings, but she left him the glass when she saw that he was using it.
"Three more jobs Danny Boy," she announced. "There's a basket of washing at the laundry door that you can hang on the line, you can get the blower out and blow the grass clippings off the deck and driveway, then wash the car. After that, you're free for the day."
"Cool mum, thanks. Does that mean I get my phone back?" Dan asked hopefully.
"Uh uh. Not until tomorrow. But nice try though!"
Dan sighed, feeling a bit deflated, but not really surprised. He wasn't used to being punished, and he kind of hoped that his mother might back down early, but it appeared that she was going to stick by her guns on this.
"Okay mum, but do you mind if I have a swim after I finish? I'll put the cover back over the pool after I'm finished?"
"Brrr!" Sue pretended to shiver dramatically. "Better you than me mate! It's not that warm you know! But if you want too, I guess you can. Just make sure you try and blast the clippings away first, and hose your legs and feet off properly before you get in. And have a hot shower as soon as you finish, alright?"
"Thanks mum! I will. This'll probably be the last day I'll get to use the pool for awhile."
Sue seemed to hesitate before continuing, unsure of how to continue. "No problem sweetie. Listen, ah, how are you going without a nappy on? No accidents yet?"
"No mum. I've been making sure I do a wee beside the shed whenever I need to go, although I've gotta admit, it was kinda close last time."
"Well that's great sweetie! But like I told you, don't get stressed out if you do have an accident. You're kind of used to wearing protection all the time now, so nobody's going to think anything bad if you did have a problem, okay? We can always wash your shorts you know."
"Thanks mum, I know. But I've gotta start practicing not wearing a diaper all day. It's kinda too easy to just rely on them sometimes, and put off going if it's not totally urgent."
Sue smiled at him as she went inside, but, deep down, her heart went sadly out to him. He was still convinced that he would eventually grow out of his incontinence, but frankly and secretly she didn't share his positive outlook on the subject. As time went on, she was slowly starting to believe that her sons condition just wasn't going to fix itself, and without surgery, he would be reliant on diapers his entire life, with only the occasional dry night to look forward to. Of course she would never tell him that though, and as long as he continued to remain positive she wouldn't say a word.
This ever burgeoning belief in the worst case scenario of her sons condition was a key factor in why she was so insistent that he attend camp. She believed that the time was now fast approaching for Daniel to start planning for a lifetime of wearing diapers. Even though Doctor Singh had expressed his belief that Dans bladder would eventually catch up to the rest of him, she still had her doubts. If anything his condition seemed to be getting worse as far as she was concerned. Yes, he had stayed dry last night, but not long ago he would wake up dry at least two or three days a week, these days, he sometimes went a full week without a dry night in sight. His daytime accidents seemed to be getting more common as well, although she harboured her suspicions that now he was wearing virtually 24/7, he was starting to perhaps rely on them a lot more than before. Since he had discovered grown up diapers, he could get away with a lot more than he could in his little pull ups. It appeared that he sometimes pushed his luck too far when it came to holding on, or even just gave up and wet himself on purpose sometimes. In a way, Sue could understand that though. After all, if she was wearing diapers and wetting herself most days then she could probably get how on occasion it might be easier to just give up and not even try making it to the toilet. After all, what's one more wet diaper in the grand scheme of things?
This was exactly the reasoning why she wanted him to go, so as to start taking ownership of his problem. If he was starting to get lazy and wet on purpose, or even just getting slack about using the toilet regularly, then an enforced period where he would have to be more careful would be just the tonic that he needed. If, however, he wasn't wetting on purpose, and his mishaps were becoming more frequent through no fault of his own, he would need to start learning how to look after himself without her constant supervision. Either scenario wasn't fantastic, but she figured that it was indeed time for him to step up a bit.
Dan was feeling surprisingly pleased with himself so far. Although he would much rather not be stuck at home doing chores, he was harbouring a real sense of accomplishment so far. The gardens and lawns looked good, and he was enjoying the naughty feeling of holding onto his pee and doing his wees beside the shed. Yes, he had suffered a very close call that had resulted in a wet patch on his pants, but he hadn't soaked himself, his pants had already dried invisibly, and once again he could feel himself building up. He gave himself a gentle squeeze through his shorts, feeling the start of a "little mood" coming over him. He could now continue his holding game and hopefully last until his chores had finished, then wet himself like a naughty little boy, and go for a swim to hide the evidence.
He just had to hold on long enough first, that's all. |
Chapter 57:
Lunch eaten, Dan prepared himself to finish his assigned tasks, looking forward to a swim afterwards, as well as ending the day with a good old fashioned pants wetting. He just needed to hold on long enough, that's all.
Deciding it would make more sense to blow the grass clippings away before hanging the laundry out, he went back to the shed. The leaf blower was stored in the smaller shed, the one he peed beside, and he took it out, and topped up the fuel tank. He had decided previously that he wouldn't pee again until he wet himself before swimming, but by now, the huge amount that he'd been drinking was filtering through him at a tremendous rate. He'd only just peed like twenty minutes ago, and although he wasn't desperate, he could feel himself needing to go already, although just a little bit. Knowing that he still had to wash the car, he realised that the chances of not wetting himself would be next to zero at this rate, so he decided to allow himself one last pit stop first.
"Better safe than sorry," he told himself, as he watched his stream pattering onto the still wet ground. The bare patch of earth was starting to turn muddy thanks to his constant watering.
Dan never quite understood why, but he'd always enjoyed using the leaf blower, ever since he was a little boy of about eight, when his dad had let him try it. Blowing the yard clear had always seemed a bit like "reverse colouring in," where you started with different colours or a mess everywhere, and by using simple strokes, you transformed things back to the way they originally were. He took a simple, childlike pleasure in using the loud mechanical device to bring a sense of order to the chaos of a messy yard. Of course he would usually have his phone with him, and he could listen to music while he did it, but not today. He did own an MP3 player, but that was in his room somewhere, and the effort to find it was simply too much.
As he started the blower, he smiled to himself as he remembered the first time he'd used it. He had been eight, and it was a Saturday morning. His old man had gone to the hardware store early to get it, and little Danny had still been wearing his pyjamas and a wet Goodnight when Peter had gotten back home. Dan had been watching cartoons, and had been about to go and have a shower, but had soon gotten distracted by his fathers new toy, and he had begged his mother to let him delay getting changed long enough to watch how it worked. He had woken up with a wet nappy, but hadn't peed yet, deciding to wait until he got showered and changed after breakfast, but then the cartoons had started.....
Dan had never seen a leaf blower up close, and like most little boys, he was fascinated by new mechanical stuff. He watched, completely enraptured, as his father took it from the box, and carefully explained to him what it was and what it did. Pete filled it with fuel, pulled the cord, and the machine had started with a roar.
His need to pee forgotten, Dan had squealed with delight as his father made a couple of broad sweeps with it, and started blowing the dirt around. When he had pointed it at his sons bare feet, Dan had erupted in a fit of giggling, and promptly wet his already soaked pull up, causing it to leak, and the crotch of his pyjama shorts had suddenly darkened as hot pee ran down his bare legs.
Little Danny had been completely mortified, and started to cry, and his mother had began to chastise Pete for making their son have an accident. But Peter had only laughed, and waved her away. He ignored Dans wet pants, and instead turned the blower onto the puddle between his legs, and blew it away in big streaks across the concrete, causing his son to stop crying and stare in wonder as he watched his pee puddle quickly drying up, while his pyjamas stuck warmly to his legs. His tears were forgotten as quickly as they had started, and although he kept squeezing the wet spot on his short pyjamas, he was able to ignore it, mainly because his father hadn't scolded him this time.
"Want a go mate?" Peter had asked with a grin.
Sue gave an exaggerated sigh of frustration, and stepped forward, pulling Dans saturated shorts down and making him step out of them. Then, wearing only his pyjama top and a sagging Goodnight, his dad helped him to hold the big blower while he pulled the trigger throttle, squealing with boyish pleasure as the machine bucked in his hands, causing leaves and dirt to be blown asunder. His dad let him "help" for a while, before switching the noisy machine off and patting his sons diapered bum gently.
"That's enough for now little man. Better go and have a shower before your mum gets mad at both of us."
Dans mouth turned down in disappointment, and he turned to go, but his father stopped him, talking to him quietly, so his mother couldn't hear.
"Danny mate, how come you wet yourself? I know you've got your sleep pants on, but you're getting a bit big to be wetting yourself like that aren't you?"
Conversations like this always made the little boy upset. He had wet himself like a baby again, and now his dad was mad with him, or at least disappointed. His dad was simply the bestest dad in the whole wide world, and Danny hated disappointing him.
"I'm sorry daddy. I didn't mean too. I was gonna go to the toilet when I took my sleep pants off and had a shower, but I guess I kinda forgot about needing to go when I saw your new blowie thingy. When you blew it on my feet it tickled a lot, and it made me do a wee when I laughed..."
The sight of his sons big brown eyes staring up at him, coupled with the fact that he was wearing a saggy pull up and no pants, made him look closer to five than the eight years old that he actually was. Peter could see the still unshed tears threatening to escape his little boy's eyes, and ignoring the wet diaper, he picked his son up and hugged him fiercely.
"It's okay Danny. I'm not mad. Just try and be more careful, that's all buddy."
Dan had wrapped his scrawny arms around his fathers big neck, hugging him tightly, feeling the embarrassment of his twice wet diaper sliding around his bottom as his beloved father hugged him back, not caring about the wet spot that his son was leaving on his shirt.
"Ill try daddy. I love you!"
"Love you too dude. Now, scoot along and let your mum change you, okay?"
A much bigger and older Daniel smiled to himself at the memory, then fired up the leaf blower, feeling the same childish rush of pleasure welling up inside him as he started clearing the clippings from the patio. He thought ruefully to himself how none of them had any idea way back then that he'd still be wetting himself and wearing diapers nearly seven years later.
"But not today at least," he muttered, "well, not yet anyway."
It didn't take long to clear the designated areas, and after he'd packed the blower away, he forced himself to have another drink of water. He was actually forcing himself now, and was starting to feel rather bloated. His urgency had remained at bay after his last draining, and at the very most, his current need was only slight.
It became a juggling act now. Ideally, he would be absolutely busting to go by the time he finished washing the car, but he knew that mucking about with the water was sure to intensify any need that he had, so he needed to balance his fluid intake against his remaining time. He really wanted to be desperate to the point of having an accident by the time he was ready to play in the pool, but he didn't want to underestimate it and wet himself accidentally before he got there.
"Speed is the key," Dan told himself. "I've gotta pace myself properly. Start slow, but speed up my work rate if I haveta. Just like doing an exam at school!"
He took the washing basket to the clothesline, and started pegging out his laundry that he'd put in the machine earlier. Knowing that he was safe from prying eyes, he deliberately took a wide stance, his dirty bare feet widely spaced, and kept his grubby knees locked stiff, forcing himself to bend low from the waist as he picked the washing from the basket. This had the effect of putting extra pressure on his bladder, and the wide stance made it harder to hold on, requiring more effort from his control muscles. In no time at all, his need had gone from 3/10 to 6/10 on his personal "Danny Jacobs Industrial Urgency Scale."
When he got to his wet socks, Dan glanced around, making sure he was not being observed, and picked them up, giving them a more than slightly careful examination. He turned them both inside out, and issued a sigh of relief when he couldn't find any tell tale stain on either of them, meaning that nobody would ever know that he'd jacked off into one of them a few hours ago. He smiled at the memory as he pegged them out, the thought combined with his quickly filling undersized bladder making his dick start to go hard. Reaching down with one hand, he grabbed his stiffening boyhood firmly, and tugged on it a couple of times, feeling the familiar stirrings of arousal starting to envelop him. There was little doubt that holding and wetting really did turn him on. By the time he'd finished, he was happy with how his urgency was progressing. He needed to go badly enough that under normal circumstances he would be actively be looking for the nearest toilet, but not so badly that an accident was imminent though. Just enough to ensure that his final task of washing the car would no doubt prove to be a challenge, which of course was exactly what he wanted. Forcing himself to have another half a glass of water, he set up the hose and assorted car washing paraphernalia around the car that his mum had parked on the freshly mowed front lawn.
The Jacobs family had a high pressure washer, but it was too much effort to get that, plus the extension lead and hook it all up. It was generally only used for when his father took the 4WD out bush, and got it muddy. For his mums car, the hose would be sufficient. Danny got some soapy water happening in a bucket, and started hosing the car down.
As he hosed, water bounced back off the car onto him, and trickled onto his bare legs and feet. It was cold, and the wet, dribbling sensation made his bladder twitch as he stood there. "Definitely a 7/10 now," he thought. This would be the stage when he would usually put everything aside and actively start looking for a toilet, his infamous "Danger Zone." Even under the best of circumstances he would be in danger of an accident, but listening to the sound of running water, and splashing his feet in the growing puddles heightened it even more.
He switched the hose trigger off, wiped his hand dry on his shirt, looked around to make sure nobody was around, and quickly gripped his penis, giving it a squeeze and adjusting its position, feeling it swelling in his hand with both urgency and arousal. For the briefest of moments he contemplated going back to the shed and trying to pee just a little bit, enough to take the edge off so to speak, but he knew deep down that if he started to pee on purpose now, he probably wouldn't be able to stop, and would empty his constantly twitching bladder.
"Ahh fuck it," he muttered under his breath. He was safe enough now anyway. If he did lose control and wet his pants, he'd just stand behind the car where nobody would be able to see him, and it wouldn't be overly obvious on his black shorts anyway. He would just lean against the wet car and get his shirt wet as well, and make sure he got himself nice and wet with the hose.
Being a kid definitely had some advantages. Grown ups weren't expected to get themselves saturated while washing the car, but kids were almost expected too. Being shorter meant he had to stand closer to reach the roof, and let's face it, kids liked to get wet and messy while using the hose. The neighbors wouldn't look twice at him if he was soaked by the time he'd finished. Yes, his mother would probably know what he'd done, but she had already told him a couple of times not to stress out if he had an accident, but it was still kinda embarrassing if she did know, and he was really looking forward to seeing how long he could actually hold on for. Satisfied that he wasn't yet in imminent danger, he started on the top, using a sponge to wash the roof, the back and front windows, and the boot and hood. He became quite focused as he washed, and his urgency actually receded for a while, even while he hosed the suds off. He was even able to wash the back and front ends completely without any further increase in need.
But his urgency hit him again like a sledgehammer as he put his hand into the bucket of cold water to start on the doors. Suddenly, he felt himself about to pee, and not even worrying about the neighbors, he clamped his knees together and bent over, crossing his ankles at the same time, issuing a loud hissing noise through his clenched teeth. He stayed hunched over for a few seconds until he was satisfied that he wasn't going to leak, then looked around guiltily, hoping against hope that nobody had seen him. His prayer was answered, and the street was still deserted, and he was able to pinch the front of his pants quickly enough to discover that they were still dry. That was a bit of a surprise to be honest, as the intensity of the sudden urge had almost overwhelmed him.
Hurrying up now, he washed the passenger side as quickly as he could, bouncing from the ball of one foot to the ball of the other one as he hosed it off, at one point putting his feet together and scissoring his knees back and forth a few times. The intensity of his need was now incredible, and he didn't think that he was going to last long enough to finish. He rushed through the drivers side quickly, the first feelings of a tummy ache starting, and he got it done, but still had to wash the wheels.
He knelt on the ground beside the front drivers side one first, his knees splashing down in a puddle. That was enough for him to suddenly flinch, and he felt a sudden warmth on his leg. He was about to lose control, and he couldn't help it. Where he was kneeling was the most hidden spot of all, and nobody from the street or his house could see him, and if he was to save himself at all, he needed to act immediately.
He reached for the waistband of his shorts, and his fingers brushed over a warm spot on his crotch. He was pretty wet from the hose already, but a visual inspection revealed a wet spot perhaps two inches across, and running down his leg, that was a darker shade of black than the rest. Pulling his pants down at the front, he released his throbbing boyhood, and as soon as he touched it with his cold wet fingers, it bucked, and a stream shot out, splattering loudly against the alloy wheel of his mothers car.
Dan gritted his teeth, head spinning. This was unbelievable! Here he was, a teenager, kneeling on the front lawn of his house, in a puddle, with wet pants, pissing on his mothers car! He strained with all his might, trying his absolute hardest to stem the tide before anyone saw him, the back of his thighs screaming their disapproval at the uncomfortable position that he found himself in, trying to maintain his balance. He couldn't use a hand to regain his balance, as one hand was physically bearing down on his trickling penis, while the other was trying to keep the elastic waistband of his shorts pulled down enough to prevent them from sliding back up and into his stream. He simply hadn't had enough time to pull them down far enough to complete the act that he'd suddenly been forced into, and he would normally have pulled them down lower on his hips before lowering the front, but it had all happened so quickly that he hadn't had time to. His shorts were fairly firm fitting around his waist, and they were jigged up high around his back, so although he'd managed to get the front of them down far enough to just free his member, they were trying to ride up again, and were putting a lot of pressure on his shaft from underneath, but he couldn't even begin to pull them down any further.
Because of the pressure from his hand and his elastic waistband, his flow was greatly restricted. It didn't just flow strongly out without any effort as it normally would, but was dribbling and squirting irregularly, like a kinked hose, and whilst it wasn't exactly painful, it was quite uncomfortable. However, it did have the effect of helping him to eventually cut the stream off, and his flow gradually petered out although his bladder hadn't even emptied a quarter of its contents, but not before the final bit dribbled over his grasping fingers and trickled over his shorts before running down his legs.
Feeling this, he lost his concentration, and his balance suddenly betrayed him, causing him to suddenly pitch forward, and not wanting to smack his head onto the side of the car, he had no choice but to quickly let go of his pants and place his hand against the front guard so as no to topple over, but his shorts snapped upwards suddenly, taking the pressure of his shaft, but trapping his other hand inside them in the process, still holding his boyhood. Of course the sudden release of pressure had a negative result, and a final, but strong squirt erupted within his pants, spraying his hand and the inside of his shorts with a coating of hot urine. That last squirt was fairly substantial, and Dans hand had pee dripping off it, but at least it had the desired effect of allowing him to finally regain control. Simultaneously he allowed himself to sit backwards onto his heels, and pulled his sodden hand out of his pants, looking at it with an expression of both relief and disbelief.
It took a couple of seconds for him to come to his senses, and when he did, he again sat up, looking around nervously, half expecting to find his mother and half the neighbourhood to be standing behind him in a vast semicircle, tittering away at the sight of a big kid like himself having an accident, and he was almost surprised to find that he was still alone. He gingerly wiped his wet hand across the backside of his shorts, then tentatively pinched at the front of them, wincing at the feeling of warm wetness underneath his groping fingers. A visual check confirmed what his touch had told him, he was noticeably wet now.
Dan took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, taking stock of his current situation. His pants were wet, but he reassured himself that it didn't really matter. No one had seen him actually wetting himself, and he was still washing the car, so hiding his loss of control was as simple as leaning up against the wet paintwork, or "accidentally" spraying himself with the hose. The second thing that he realised, was that for a rare occasion, he had been able to actually cut off his flow mid stream, which was exceptionally unusual. Normally, if he was busting and started to lose control, his bladder wouldn't stop until it was empty. This time however, even though he had inadvertently wet his pants, he estimated that he had only peed out about a cupful, and he still needed to go, although the urgency had certainly abated quite substantially. Dan found himself smiling, as he massaged the wet cotton against his almost hairless balls, and stared in wonderment at the alloy wheel in front of him, where his pee had washed a small clean patch on the silver metal.
"Huh! I could probably wash the whole damn car with pee and it would look clean," he thought to himself with a chuckle, as he dragged his cramping legs out from underneath him, allowing his still dry bottom to plonk down in a puddle of water with a splash, enjoying the feeling of cold water being absorbed by his pants, changing the temperature around his balls from hot to cold and making him give a quick shiver.
Feeling a lot calmer now that the immediacy of his need was relaxed, he wriggled his bottom comfortably in the puddle, spread his legs wide, and using his pee covered hand, he took the sponge and started soaping his urine off the wheel. He was starting to feel particularly "little" now, sitting in a puddle in his peed pants, and he took the opportunity to put his clean thumb into his mouth, and sucked on it contentedly for a moment, once again wishing he could just use his paci. But even if it did happen to be in his possession, there was simply no way in hell that he would ever consider using it while outside the front of his house, so he just made do with his thumb, enjoying the feeling of pretending to be a little boy again. Within five minutes, he had successfully managed to wash all four wheels and hose them off, but he made sure to sit in as many puddles as possible as he worked his way around, fully saturating the backside of his pants, and masking the wet patch on his crotch by blending all the wetness together. He even managed to "accidentally" spray himself a bit with the hose, and by the time he'd finished, there was no way of telling that he'd wet himself only minutes ago.
He couldn't stop marvelling at the sheer uniqueness of the situation. He couldn't remember there ever being a time before where he'd held on too long and had an accident, but only enough to end the desperation part of holding on, while still holding back enough to fuel an ongoing urgency, albeit depleted. Not only that, but he'd actually had the accident in such a public setting, and not been discovered, allowing him so much desired "little time" to just enjoy wallowing in the delicious naughtiness of it all, continuing on just wearing his wet pants openly without any shame. He might just have to volunteer to wash the car more often now he knew how to do it!
Sue appeared as he was packing the hose and bucket up, and she immediately took note of her sons wet shorts.
"Are you finished Danny? Oh sweetie, look at you! Did you wet yourself?"
Dan managed a comfortable sounding laugh, somehow able to hide his uncomfortableness at the question.
"No mum, I just sat down in a puddle, that's all. I got my bum a bit wet."
"A bit wet? You're soaked!"
"Doesn't matter mum, I'm gonna have a swim now anyway. Could you get me a towel please?"
"Sure sweetie, you get the cover off while I fetch it," she replied, heading back inside.
Dan wound the solar cover back off the pool, once again aware of the undelivered pee that he was still holding on too. It hadn't taken long, but being a bit cold and wearing wet pants had already heightened his need, and he was already starting to fidget, and kept glancing at the door, willing his mother to hurry up. She was back with his towel within two minutes, but by then he was struggling to not be holding onto himself with his hand.
Taking the towel gratefully, he wasted no time at all in hurrying around to the far side of the pool, where he jumped off the deck, and promptly sat down in a hidden corner on the lawn. He put his thumb in his mouth, spread his legs wide, and clamped his other hand onto his stiffening penis through the cold wet cloth that enveloped it. He turned his thoughts to Amy, wondering how she was spending her day of chores, and in no time at all he felt his shorts getting warmer and wetter in his hand, and there was a spreading warmth around his bum, causing him to sigh in satisfaction, and arch his back, lifting his bum off the ground, as a torrent of nearly totally clear urine pattered through his pants onto the lawn below.
When he stood up, his cock was as stiff as it had ever been, the wet cotton of his shorts clinging to it, and forcing his shorts out in front of him in a big tent like shape, as the trapped pee cascaded down his legs and over his feet.
Smiling with satisfaction, he wasted no time in climbing onto the deck, and diving head first gracefully into the deep end, the cold water immediately shrinking his swollen boyhood back to its much more familiar shrunken state.
But as much fun as it was, it just wasn't the same as playing with Amy, and he couldn't wait to speak to her again. |
Chapter 58:
Amy started her Saturday like she did every other day, by waking up wet. She had been having a nice, sexy dream where her and Danny were playing together, although she wasn't exactly sure what they were actually doing, but they were running around outside wearing nothing more than diapers and t-shirts and laughing a lot, perhaps having a water fight or something as they both seemed to be wet. Danny's nappy was already drenched, and was hanging loosely off him, and he kept asking for her to pee into hers as well. At first, she kept objecting, although not strenuously, and was insisting that she would go to the toilet instead, but in the end his good natured badgering won, and she stood in front of him, lifted her shirt up fully exposing her diaper, (it actually appeared to be a Goodnight with butterflies on it,) and let go, and both Dan and her fell silent, watching in rapt fascination as she released a torrent of hot pee into it, and it swelled up like a balloon around her waist, as her crotch and her bum grew warm and wet.
Suddenly, their mothers were there, sitting at the outside table, and Sonia had seen what she had done, and asked her what had happened.
"I've wet myself mummy!" Amy had happily replied. "Oops!"
Sue had piped in then. "You look very wet as well Daniel. Why don't you kids go and fetch some clean nappies, and we'll get you both changed?"
"No mum," Dan had said, "Amy and me will change each other if that's okay?"
Sue sighed. "It's Amy and I Danny. But sure, if that's what you want to do. Just no smoking, alright?"
"Thanks mum!" Dan replied, as he grabbed Amy's hand, leading her quickly into the house and straight to her room where he had laid her on the bed, and prepared to pull her diaper down.
She must've peed in her sleep at the same time as she did in her dream, because when she woke up, her big, tape on diaper was still hot, and squished around nicely underneath her as she arched her back, curling her toes as she stretched and yawned. Like most mornings, her first conscious act was to gingerly reach her hand under the blankets and run it over the sheets, looking for wet spots. She was wearing a pretty pink nightie that was actually a bit too short for her now, but it had pictures of butterflies on it, and was one of her favourite ones, and she wondered if that was what had given her the dream idea of butterflies on her pull up. As she had twisted around during the night, it had ridden up over her hips, and underneath the sheets her diaper was fully exposed. Her hand quickly ran across the sheet directly beneath her raised bum, finding it to still be dry. She pulled her nightie back down properly, checking that as well, sighing with relief when that felt dry as well, then allowing herself to plop back down into her warm bed once more, where she stretched comfortably again. Even though her diaper was wet, all in all it wasn't a bad start to the day. It meant she could postpone having a shower until after breakfast, giving herself some time to enjoy the wetness that enveloped her crotch and bottom, and she wouldn't need to change her sheets or wash her nightie, both of which were freshly changed last night.
She reached out with a groping hand for her phone, which was always on her bedside table while she slept, groggily wondering with happy anticipation whether or not Danny had sent her his normal morning greeting, telling her how much he loved her, and perhaps even sending her a picture of his nappy, telling her if he was wet or dry. It took a few seconds of groping around with no success for her to realise that her phone wasn't there before she remembered with a touch of bitterness that it in fact wasn't in her possession anymore.
Her lips twisted a bit in distaste at the realisation, and for the hundredth time she found herself silently cursing at her mother, then immediately feeling guilty for doing so. She had been naughty, done the wrong thing, and gotten caught, and now she was being punished, as simple as that, but she just couldn't help feeling a sense of real, genuine anger, albeit minor, directed at her mother because of it. It didn't make any sense to be mad at her, Amy knew that, but at the same time she just couldn't help it. The last forty eight hours had been amongst the most humbling and humiliating of her life, even if she had already endured a lifetime of already humiliating experiences. It's just that she had always strived to be a good kid, well, mostly, and she just wasn't used to being punished and how degrading the whole thing was.
She cringed as she remembered how much she had cried and begged for mercy over the last couple of days. It was demeaning. Amy wasn't stupid, she knew that she was only a kid, and kids got punished if they played up, but for Gods sake! She couldn't stop feeling that her mother was being a bit hypocritical over this! Amy had been asking her mother to give up smoking for years, and while Sonia had tried, she wasn't ever able to kick the habit, and was always admitting how hard it was, and how she needed to be stronger about it, but that now seemed like it was alright and acceptable enough for her, but it was a different kettle of fish for her daughter. Didn't she even realise just how much stress her own daughter was under sometimes? So what if she smoked sometimes, if it helped her to cope with her daily stress of constantly wetting herself and needing to wear nappies all the time, then surely to goodness it wasn't all that bad, was it? As the remnants of her nice dream faded away into oblivion, a certain dark mood started to climb over her. Here it was, Saturday morning, and by the looks of things a great morning too, and she wasn't allowed to see her boyfriend or use her phone, and she was going to be stuck spending the whole weekend doing stupid chores, simply because she had been doing exactly the same thing that her mum did to stay calm. Like it was just so unfair!
Amy tried her hardest to hold on to the memory of her wonderful dream. Already it was slipping away from her, and more than anything she wanted to feel as snug and happy as she had done in it. What exactly had happened in it again? Her and Danny were hanging out in just their diapers, and he was wet, his pull up hanging so low on his hips that she could see the top of his pubic mound, it's hairless bulge poking out from the drooping waistband of his pull up, as he encouraged her to just wet herself as well, then he was going to change her again.
She wriggled her bum in a frustrated way, liking how her big tape on squashed around her private parts, even catching a slight squelching noise as she did so. She found her right hand sliding down lower, and two probing fingers forced their way underneath her elastic leg guards, where they slid through her sodden pubic hair, and the fingers of her left hand picked roughly at her nipples, making them go hard and force their way against the clingy cotton of her nightie. Her thoughts again turned to Dan, having no trouble dredging up actual memories of how he looked when he was diapered in front of her, allowing her to just give up on trying to recall her dream altogether. Why did she need to remember a fantasy when she could remember the real thing anyway? Her fingers stroked at her girl parts and her nipples as she pictured him, and she allowed herself to think about his boy bits, and what they looked and felt like. Boy bits were a lot more interesting than girl bits she decided. They changed so much! Dans penis could look quite small sometimes, barely able to stick its little head out of the small thatch of brown hair that was struggling to establish itself around the base of his shaft, with most of his pubic region being still bald, and his little scrotum was quite tight. But when he got excited, it like quadrupled in length, and doubled in thickness, standing tall and proud like a big tree in the forest poking out from the undergrowth, pulsing along in time to his heartbeat. She wondered just how big it would eventually get when he finished growing up, and how long it would take his sparse pubic hair to finish sprouting? It was the difference in their pubic hair that fascinated her the most. She had quite a thick bush already, and had done for quite some time, but Dans hadn't grown anywhere near as much as hers had yet, but she liked it anyway. It looked kinda cute.
Amy found herself quietly moaning a bit, her back lifting up automatically and pressing her sex more firmly into her probing fingers as she rubbed herself more fiercely, picturing what he had looked like naked in the shower with her, and how she had rubbed and pulled at his boyhood until he had squirted his sticky white essence onto her hand and her leg. As she touched herself, she found herself wondering exactly what it would be like to feel Dans thing inside her, and a familiar tingling sensation started to create a warm glow around her already wet crotch, but before she could increase the speed and pressure of her probing fingers any more, she heard footsteps coming down the hall.
Quickly removing her hand from her wet nappy, she wiped it across her tummy and pulled her nightie down and the sheets up, aware of how much her nipples were sticking out. There was a sudden knocking at her door, before her mother opened it, not waiting for an invitation.
"C'mon Amy. Time to get up. I told you last night that you've got chores today, so you're not hanging around all day in bed. Breakfast. Now."
Amy was of course wide awake already, and her heart rate was well up over what it normally would be, but feigning sleepiness, she yawned and stretched again, liking how the top sheet pressed against her nipples.
"Alright alright alright mum. I'm getting up. Jesus. I'll be there in a minute, okay?"
"Is the bed wet sweetie?"
"Jeez mum. I don't know! I've just woken up, alright? Hold on....."
Pretentending to have just woken up, she stretched out again, lifting her bum up, and performed what was actually her second sheet inspection by hand, plonking herself back down again before declaring the bed to be dry. "But of course I'm wet. As usual." She added.
"Do you want a shower first, or brekky?" Sonia asked.
"Oh God mum. Give me a break here! I've just woken up! Ahhh, stuff it. I'll have breakfast first, okay?"
"Alright little miss. But you can drop the attitude, alright? I don't care if you've just woken up, you mind your manners with me today. You're still in my bad books, remember that!"
Amy knew better than to answer back, so she let her mother leave without a response, then immediately inserted her hand back inside her wet diaper again, but the mood had now been lost. Instead of arousal, all she felt was a slightly mild disgust at the feeling, and she was unable to conjure up any more images of Dan or his penis to get herself wound up again.
"Shit. Thanks mum," she muttered quietly, then resignedly threw the sheets off and sat up, wondering if Danny was up yet and what he was doing. It hadn't even been two whole days yet, but God she missed him so much already. Earlier in the week they had been making plans about how to spend the weekend, but now she was like trapped in Azkaban or something. It wasn't fair! Looking at her feet, she remembered how much Dan liked rubbing them, especially when she had socks on, so she put a pair of light blue ankle socks on first, hoping it might somehow give her a bit of a connection to her boyfriend and help her get through the day.
Standing up, she assessed her immediate need to pee. Even though she had peed in her sleep not long ago, it appeared that she hadn't completely emptied herself, and although it wasn't urgent, she definitely had an ever so slight urge to go, but nothing that even she couldn't contain for a while yet.
Simply put, going to the toilet right now was just too much of a hassle. If she went, she couldn't really put a soaking diaper back on again afterwards, and she wouldn't put a clean one on without having a shower first. She gave her nappy a quick squeeze at the back and in the crotch, deciding that it still had enough room to contain another minor accident should she have one. The idea of just deliberately letting go and wetting herself again as she stood there was very appealing, but if that was to happen, she'd have no choice but to shower and change immediately, as any further wetting would no doubt push her nappy to its maximum capacity. Besides, she'd already told her mum that she would have breakfast first anyway, and, like Dan, she enjoyed trying to hold on for awhile if the situation allowed it and a wetting didn't matter.
A plan formed in her mind. She would try and hold on until after breakfast, then she would go and have a shower, but before she did, she would empty her bladder into her diaper again, then finish pleasuring herself in it first while she imagined Danny and her actually having sex. Even though they had discussed it numerous times, both agreeing that they wouldn't even do it until they were at least sixteen, the idea had been crossing her mind more and more lately, and she wondered if she could possibly wait for a year and a half for it to happen. She wanted to do it just soooo bad sometimes! At the same time though, she was aware of the fact that she wasn't thinking clearly at the moment. She was mad at her mother, not only for the embarrassment of the last couple of days and the ensuing punishment that went with it, but for also just barging into her room without being invited, just as she was starting to build up to a nice orgasm. She felt a bit fuzzy headed, and was aware of a slight tummy ache, although thankfully not the sort of one that would result in a case of the runs, but just a mild discomfort, which she put down to having her building orgasm interrupted.
"I'll certainly take care of THAT in the shower," she said to herself as she left her room, vaguely aware of the lingering smell of pee that accompanied her as she headed towards the bathroom to wash her hands.
Breakfast was a simply a matter of soy milk and cornflakes with a glass of apple juice, and she ate in relative silence as Sonia outlined a list of chores for her to do. Admittedly there wasn't anything too strenuous listed, just boring housework duties. She would be vacuuming the whole house, cleaning her bathroom and mopping both that one and her mothers as well, comprehensively cleaning her room, doing laundry, and ironing a weeks worth of school uniforms. That was what she hated the most, ironing, but it wouldn't do any good to complain or try to get out of it, so she just muttered in agreeance as her tasks were outlined.
By the time her cereal was finished, her bladder was starting to send her some more urgent signals, although nothing too serious as of yet. She did find herself crossing her ankles underneath her chair and wriggling her bum a bit, just as she did at school if she needed to go but was still okay to hold on until the next break, and she did like the way that the wet nappy pressed and squished against her backside and her private bits, and although she kept answering her mother when necessary, she found her train of thought turning more and more into wetting herself once more, then giving herself a damn good washing with lots of slippery soap in the shower. She remembered really well what it had felt like when Dan had helped her to wash herself down there when they had showered together.
Dammit! Her mother was still droning on, and Amy's mind just wasn't with it this morning. She really did feel quite vague and disconnected, and her mood hadn't improved one iota since getting up. A couple of times she had found herself about to snap angrily or respond with sarcasm to Sonia's apparently never ending list of jobs, but, with great restraint, she was able to bite her tongue and stay quiet. After all, if she wanted her phone back before she turned eighteen or wanted to call Danny tonight she had better just shut up and listen, accepting whatever fate threw her way.
Damn! There was that stomach twinge again! Amy knew for a fact that she definitely didn't need to poop, and she didn't feel sick, but that ache was getting worse. She wondered perhaps if it might be signalling the onset of another bladder infection. She'd had those before, and they certainly weren't any fun at all, basically making her completely incontinent, with her already limited control basically gone altogether, reducing her to an almost baby like state where she just continually wet herself all day long, not even able to hold anything in for any longer than an hour or so. That of course just encouraged her nappy rash to play up, leaving her constantly wet, itchy, and sore. But no, it couldn't be a bladder infection, surely. After all, the fact that she was still successfully holding on now virtually disproved that.
Sonia had disappeared into the kitchen, and Amy looked up, making sure that she was alone. Bam! Another cramp hit her, still not bad, but certainly uncomfortable. All of a sudden she was starting to gather a vague idea about what may be happening, although it definitely wasn't anything that she had encountered before.
Still worried about the possibility of a bladder infection, she decided to experiment a bit first, before jumping to any conclusions. She lifted the front of her nightie up, staring at her swollen diaper, and bought her socked feet out from beneath her chair, pushing her legs out straight and opening them wider. Nope, no leaks, although her toes curled a bit as her control slipped a bit with her new seated position, and she had to suddenly clamp down with her holding muscles less she start leaking.
Still feeling fuzzy headed, and a touch nauseous, she decided to try and release a little squirt, simply to see if she could manage to stop or at least slow it when it happened. If she lost control altogether, that could be the sign of an infection brewing, if she still had her minimal control happening, then that would signal, well, the "other thing."
Amy briefly stood up, hitching her diaper up in the process, running her fingers around the leg guards, making sure that they were still fitted correctly, but bowing her legs a bit as she did, almost forcing a leak out as she stood there. Knowing that if she peed while standing then she would definitely lose control, she decided that being seated was a much safer idea, so she sat down again, perhaps a bit heavier than necessary, enjoying the way that her diaper squelched around her.
Once again she opened her legs, looked at her diaper and her feet, grinning a bit as she thought about how turned on Dan would be if he could see her, busting to pee, wearing a fully exposed and already wet diaper and little socks, about to wet herself yet again.
This time she didn't have to wait long. As soon as she stuck her feet out, a big squirt escaped, rewarming her cooling diaper once more. The squirt turned into a trickle when she didn't make any move to close her legs or tuck her feet away again, and for a few seconds she lost control, freely dribbling into her big night nappy. Using every ounce of self control, she gritted her teeth and clamped down hard, and was eventually able to stem the flow completely without having to cross her legs.
As the hot pee trickled down over her vagina, she shivered a bit with a combination of nervousness and pleasure, but ultimately relief as she was able to limit her loss of control before she flooded herself, perhaps overwhelming her diaper in the process. Sighing with relief, she shuddered again with the sudden temperature change in her body, but the fact that she had successfully stopped mid-pee had virtually eliminated the chance of her having picked up an infection.
But suddenly, another cramp gripped her tummy, and she screwed her eyes up tightly as another familiar warmth suddenly flowed into her diaper. A sticky, horrible warmth that was completely unlike the nice pee warmth that she had been enjoying up until now. It was a warmth that she had been steadily getting used to over the last couple of years, but the shock of it was still kind of big, and it caused her to let go of her conscious hold, and suddenly her bladder let go, and she sat there stunned, as her pee flooded into her nappy, mixing with the horrible stickiness that was enveloping her private parts.
Suddenly she let loose with an audible sob, and called out in a distressed voice as she completely wet herself.
"Mummy! Oh no mummy! I've just got my period! And I've wet myself....." |
Chapter 59:
Amy did give herself a "damn good washing" in the shower, but took absolutely no pleasure out of it at all. Instead of playing with herself as planned, she just washed herself thoroughly front and back, feeling a slight sense of disgust as she did so.
Amy had been getting steadily used to her regular cycle as time went by, and after the first few times she had found it more of an inconvenience than anything else, and of course she was a long way past feeling any disgust about handling a wet nappy, but when you added the two together, well, let's just say that she found the combination quite distasteful.
"At least I know why I'm feeling off today," she told herself.
Amy dried off quickly, not liking being completely unprotected at any stage, but especially at this time of month. She hurriedly stepped into an adult pull up, adding a sanitary pad to the gusset before pulling it up firmly over her hips. When she had first gotten up, she had planned on wearing a big tape on nappy all day, and forgetting about using the toilet altogether except for pooping, but now her monthly visitor had arrived, her plan had abruptly changed. Simply put, she found that peeing in a blood stained diaper to be horrible, a view that had only been reinforced after removing her night nappy prior to her shower. She would wear a pad in her diaper, and make an extreme effort to not wet herself instead, as well as making sure that she also changed her napkin regularly.
There was nothing she could do about it, but it only added to her feeling of unease and irritation. At first she was kind of looking forward to offsetting the drudgery of her punishment by just allowing herself to wet freely all day, but now even that little pleasure had been taken away from her. The good thing about weekends was she didn't need to be so diligent about her toilet visits. All week at school she was almost constantly aware of how much she needed to pee at any given time, in fact, her entire school day was based around trying to keep her nappy dry. Of course she failed a few times a week, but she was so used to keeping a continuous gauge on her bladder that most days she was able to achieve her goal. But it did come at a cost.
Stress, and a lot of it for a hormonal teenager who was trying her hardest to live as normally as possible given her embarrassing condition.
Her mother realised this of course, and therefore was a lot more lax about her daughters toilet habits while at home. Sonia generally didn't care too much if Amy was a bit slack and chose to wet her diaper instead of stressing out about making it to the toilet whilst at home, although she expected her to make an effort in public if at all possible. As long as Amy changed regularly and kept herself clean, wetting herself at home wasn't considered a big deal, particularly if it kept her more relaxed.
But now, nature had taken over instead. So no phone, no going out, no Danny, a day of stupid old chores in front of her, and now she had the added hassle of maintaining a much stricter bathroom regime than she usually would have. Great.
She dressed frumpily, choosing an old pair of really baggy thick cotton shorts, almost like cut off sweatpants, and a short sleeved baggy pullover style t-shirt. Of course she put her socks back on as well, just because she new that Danny would approve if he was there to see her.
Then she started on her chores.
Poor Amys day just wasn't fantastic. She worried constantly about peeing into her menstrual pad and making a yucky mess, so she forced herself to make constant toilet stops all day, changing her pad frequently so if she did have an accident, it wouldn't be a complete mess. By mid afternoon she had completed most of her chores, but she had a headache, a tummy ache, a back ache, and felt completely miserable and irritable, although she managed to keep her temper in check and not snap at her mum. But it was the first weekend in a long, long time where she didn't wet herself at least once, not even a little bit.
At 3:30 Sonia noticed how her daughter had a tear running down her face as she was folding the laundry.
"What's up baby? You okay?"
Amy sniffed, a wet, hitching, snuffling sound emanating out before she answered. "I s'pose so. I just don't feel good mum. Everything's aching, and I keep on running to the loo even if I don't need to go. I'm sick of it."
Sonia wrapped her daughter up in a hug. "Alright baby girl. I guess you've done enough for one day. Why don't you go and lie down for a while. Take an aspirin first, then have a nap."
Amy had never felt so grateful about being sent for a nap in her life. She hugged her mother tightly, then for absolutely no reason, thought that she was about to burst into tears, so she hurried away to the bathroom where she took some aspirin, tried yet again to pee, then went to her room feeling completely exhausted.
Wasting no time at all, she kicked her pants off, and removed her shirt, reaching hurriedly for her nightie again. She would've normally stood in front of the mirror for at least a few seconds, enjoying her topless diapered reflection, and giving herself the all important teenage inspection in the mirror, but not today. Today she felt bloated, ill, and completely unattractive, and the sight of her reflection wearing only her ankle socks and nappy almost disgusted her, especially when she thought about what had been going on inside her nappy all day, so shuddering with distaste, she wasted no time at all in putting her nightie on and laying on top of her bed.
Reaching for her bedside drawer, she pulled her pink pacifier out, feeling how the tension seemed to flow from her body as she sucked fiercely on it. Her body automatically loosened its grip on her bladder, just as it always did when she sucked her thumb, but this time it had no pee to release, for which she was entirely thankful.
Her thoughts again turned to Dan, and she felt herself drifting off to sleep, wondering just what he was doing at that moment, and wondering if he had indeed started using his dummy in front of Sue. She highly doubted it though. At one stage she tweaked her nipples, lazily contemplating finishing off what she had started earlier, but by now she just couldn't be bothered, her morning horniness now well and truly forgotten.
When she felt sleep wrapping its tender embrace around her, she didn't fight it at all, just cuddled her teddy bear a bit tighter, wriggled her still dry diapered butt contentedly for a moment against her blanket, and with a few sucks on her pacifier, and just nice, innocent thoughts about holding hands with Dan, she drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
Sonia waited for 15 minutes, then tiptoed down the hallway to Amy's room, where she slowly and quietly cracked the door open, glancing quickly inside. In the dim light she saw her daughters back, as she was curled up into a tight ball facing away from the door. All Sonia could see was the back of her daughters head, and her blue socks tucked up underneath her thickly diapered butt, as her nightdress had ridden up above her hips. If she had walked into the room fully, and glanced around the other side of the bed, she would no doubt have been surprised to find a bright pink pacifier sticking out of her teenagers mouth, but thankfully for Amy's sake, she didn't do that.
Sighing with relief that Amy was going to be out of the way for at least a while yet, Sonia hurried back to the lounge room and retrieved her cigarettes from her bag. Ever since the other night she had been trying her hardest to cut right down, with quitting altogether being the desired end goal. But putting up with a grumpy, menstrating teenage girl, even one trying her hardest to be on her best behaviour was a trying thing at the best of times, and Sonia had been dying for a smoke all day.
She poured herself a small glass of wine and stepped outside, shutting the door behind her before making herself comfortable at the outdoor table and lighting up with a slightly shaking hand.
By the time she was halfway through her cigarette, she had drunk half of her wine already, but was feeling the most relaxed that she had done all day. She fished her phone out of her jeans, and called Sue, dragging deeply on her smoke as she waited for her friend to answer, which didn't take long.
"Sonia darling! How are you? What's happening?" Sue answered brightly.
"Not much dear. Amy's not feeling the best, so she's having a little nap, so I thought I'd take the opportunity to sneak a quick fag in and call you. God! I feel like I'm a kid myself sneaking around behind the gym at school to have a smoke! It's terrible! What're you up to?"
Sue laughed brightly. "Believe it or not, I'm doing the exact same thing, but I'm in the front yard while Danny's playing in the pool. Thought I might be able to sneak one in without him seeing me!"
"Oh my God!" Sonia exclaimed. "What's become of us? Now we're the ones sneaking around smoking behind their backs! It's fucking terrible!" She peeled off into a fit of laughter, the wine and smoke making her feel a bit lightheaded, and Sues laughter over the phone certainly wasn't helping.
Eventually their laughter dwindled out, and Sue was able to ask exactly why Sonia had been calling.
"Well, we were talking before about maybe taking the little lovebirds out for brunch tomorrow if they behaved? I don't know how your little angel has been, but Amy's been a real trooper about it. Poor thing got her period this morning, and the first day always hits her hard. She has gut aches, headaches, and just feels really miserable, and today's been no different. But even with that, she's been working hard all day, and hasn't even gotten snappy like she usually does. I know from experience that the first days always the worst for her, and by tomorrow she'll be a lot better, but it really knocks her around at first. How's Danny been today?"
"Oh Son, he's been really good! I think that's why I feel so bad for sneaking around behind his back for a smoke! For Christs sake! I'm his bloody mother, but I feel so guilty at the moment. Stupid, isn't it?"
"I know exactly what you mean darling. I'm the same over here trust me! That's why I thought I'd call you. What do you say, late breakfast tomorrow with the kids? I think they've suffered enough by now, and if they have a little play date tomorrow it might mean that at least their whole weekend won't be ruined. Remember they'll be going back to school on Monday, and they are only kids, regardless of what they might think they are sometimes! It might just salvage something out of a shitty weekend for them, even if they did deserve it."
Sue sighed with relief. It was great to know that her best friend was having the same thoughts as what she was. Danny had always been a good kid, and having to punish him was almost as hard on her as it had been for him. It would be nice to just put this whole incident behind them, and move on, which she explained to Sonia, who agreed wholeheartedly.
"Tell you what," Sonia said. "Let's go down to Rockingham for an early lunch. We won't tell the kids what we're up to, and they can get a nice surprise out of having a little date! It's supposed to be a nice day, so they might even be able to have a quick swim as well if they want too. There's that really nice little cafe strip along there, so we can chill out over a glass of wine while they have some alone time! What do you reckon?"
"It sounds great to me, but I shudder to think what Dans reaction will be if suggest me taking him to the beach for a swim! He'll probably squirm with embarrassment! He's much to old to go to the beach with his mum you know! At least that's what he tells me, anyway. And what about Amy? Will she want to swim in her condition?"
Sonia laughed. "Amy will be fine. Trust me! She can use a tampon and wear a swim diaper. It wouldn't be the first time. Just suggest that your boy wears his boardies 'just in case.' I'm sure he'll thank you afterwards!"
Plans made, they agreed to keep it a secret from their kids, and Sonia told her friend that Amy would probably ring Dan later, but wouldn't be aware of their plans.
Hopefully things would start going back to normal tomorrow. |
Chapter 60:
For the second morning in a row, Dan woke up dry. This of course put him in a good mood from the very moment he opened his eyes. He needed to go of course, but he wasn't even overly desperate. That in itself was rather incredible, he thought, considering how much he'd had to drink while doing his chores yesterday.
It had been a rather warm night, so he'd chosen to wear his short cotton summer pyjamas instead of his long ones. They were light green in colour, and he'd learned the hard way before just how easily that they showed off any leaks he might have. He was wearing black ankle socks and a big tape on diaper (of course) and he stretched out luxuriously in bed, curling his toes and liking the way his warm, puffy, but ultimately still dry nappy felt as it rubbed against him.
His bladder twinged ever so slightly as he stretched, so he quickly put a stop to that, but he continued to marvel at the fact the he was still dry. Of course two dry nights in a row weren't particularly rare at all, but after his big day of drinking and holding yesterday, he wouldn't have been in the slightest bit surprised if his tired and stretched bladder muscles had betrayed him while he slept. Groggy but awake, he allowed himself to reminisce about the events of the previous day and evening.
He guessed that even after his big drink and hold play, he did after all manage to empty himself out very thoroughly. He had wet himself a bit while washing the car, then again before getting into the pool. The water had still been coolish despite the solar blankets gentle heating, and within ten minutes he'd felt the urge to pee again. He had clambered out onto the deck, checking to see if he was still alone, which he was, but he could hear his mothers indistinct voice occasionally drifting towards him, although he had no idea what she was saying. It sounded like she was talking on her phone, probably from the front or side of the house, but at least it meant she wouldn't be disturbing him anytime soon.
Seizing the opportunity, he grabbed his penis through his shorts, shivering a bit with the cold, thinking that it was now actually warmer in the water now he'd acclimatised, and he hadn't even had to push, just spread his legs a bit, and suddenly he was peeing into his hand as his cock started to grow stiff, and the hot urine ran freely down his legs, causing goose pimples to appear out of nowhere. He stayed in the pool for another twenty minutes, but made absolutely no effort to contain his urine at all, and he was rewarded by feeling an occasional warmth around his balls, sometimes not even being aware that it was going to happen until it did.
He leaked a bit more as he stood shivering and dripping on the pool deck as he cranked the handle to wind the blanket back over the pool once more, but by that stage it was more of a few errant drops than anything else.
It was kind of scary though. His bladder must've been totally empty, with only the last vestiges of urine filtering through from his kidneys, but as he trembled with the cold, his control had seemed to be completely gone. It was like his bladder wasn't even there anymore, and he kept dripping into his wet shorts.
He had towelled himself dry, well, nearly dry anyway, and hurried up to his bathroom where he had enjoyed a long hot shower. Thankfully within a couple of minutes he started to feel more normal again, and his control returned, at least to its more normal lacklustre state.
While he would normally choose to spend a bit more time undiapered, he decided that it might just be a bit too risky, but he didn't want to be trapped inside a tape on either, wanting to be able to use the toilet whenever necessary. His mother was becoming a bit too suspicious about his diaper use at home, so it was time to play it safe and use the toilet like a big boy if he could manage to do so.
At first he had gone straight for an adult pull up, but then he remembered the new Goodnights design that his mother had recently bought. Same product, but instead of the usual childish pictures of racing cars, they appeared to have a green camouflage design on them. He opened the package and pulled one out, drawing in his breath in an expression of delight as he held it up, turning it around in his hands to look at it from every angle. He stepped into it, pulled it up to his waist and admired his reflection in the mirror.
"This is what Rambo would wear if he needed diapers!" Dan said to himself out loud, blushing a bit when he realised he'd actually spoken the words.
He didn't know why, but he had liked them immediately. They were only "kiddie pull ups" after all, and wouldn't be anywhere near as effective as the grownup ones, but he liked the design. His regular racing car design looked very childish, and admittedly they were designed more for younger children. In fact, over the last few months he had noticed that they were getting tighter on him. He could still comfortably wear them, but probably not for much longer.
When his mum had first bought him the grownup products a few weeks back, the first thing he'd noticed was how much thicker they were. The second thing had been how comfortable they were. But the third thing had been how bulky and "old-personish" they were.
It wasn't an easy thing for the boy to put into words, or even get his head around, and he couldn't quite explain it properly to himself, let alone his mother, but he felt equal parts attraction and repulsion towards all of his incontinence products. He liked how he could hide his Goodnight underneath his school uniform and onesie, but the kiddie style pictures made him feel like a little baby. But sometimes that's exactly how he actually wanted to feel though, but not always. Plus, he couldn't fully trust them not to leak anymore now he was getting much bigger.
On the other hand, the larger, adult products offered him a much higher level of protection, making him feel a lot safer and secure. It was nice to know if he was out in public and got caught out with a bursting bladder, he could safely wet himself and no one else would know. He particularly liked Amy's idea of pre-emptive strikes, and being able to safely maintain at least some control over a situation that he occasionally had no control over. Also, it was great to wake up with dry sheets, even if his diaper was soaked. Not having to do the walk of shame to the laundry while carrying the evidence of his latest mishap was almost priceless.
But while the grownup products were more effective, and didn't make him feel as childish, they did make him feel like an invalid. They were super thick, plain white, and looked like something that a hundred year old grandma might wear.
"If only I could get this design on the Molicare pull ups," he thought ruefully.
Happy with his new camo pull ups, he had at first put his footie pyjamas on, but after awhile he had started to sweat, so had changed into his green shortie jammies instead, but had added the necessary socks that he liked to sleep in.
For the rest of the evening he had played in his room, being extremely vigilant about pausing his game and going to the toilet as soon as he had needed to. By the time he'd switched his PS off, his Goodnight was still dry, and he was quite proud of himself as he changed into his night nappy, fully expecting to wake up wet.
Dan wasn't even aware of the big grin that was spread across his boyish features as he lay back, feeling a sense of pride in the fact that he had woken up dry, enjoying the fact that he had managed to stay in control as he slept. But a sudden weakening sensation from his bladder soon had him almost jumping out of bed and hurrying to the toilet, where he managed to remove his big diaper and sit down just in time.
After he washed his hands, he wasted no time in putting his big diaper away for later use, then putting on his camouflage pull up again, pausing to admire his reflection for a moment before pulling his little pyjama shorts back up.
Laying back on his bed again, his thoughts turned to Amy. She had sounded so miserable on the phone last night. She hadn't been feeling well, and had confided to him in whispered tones that she had gotten her period, and how it always made her feel yucky at first. Dan only had a very basic teenage boy's understanding of exactly what having a period entailed, but he was well aware of what doing stuff uncontrollably in your pants was like, so he had no trouble at all in offering her his genuine sympathy.
Sighing to himself, he wondered exactly how much more his mother was going to keep his punishment up for. Of course he had asked her last night, but she had been noncommittal about it, just telling him to wait and see. But at least she had told him that if he continued to be a good kid he would be getting his phone back by tonight, and he'd be allowed to call Amy again later.
Putting on a brave face, he got up and headed downstairs, waiting to see exactly what his mother had in store for him today. |
Chapter 61:
Sue greeted her tossle headed son as he entered the kitchen.
"Morning sweetheart, sleep well? I think we'll really have to book you in for a haircut this week! Look at you!"
This was another minor bone of contention between them, as Dan liked his hair worn a bit longer, and they always disagreed about the appropriate length. His brown hair was currently longer than it had ever been, and he always wanted it longer, much to his mothers chagrin. Deciding it was too early to start an argument, he chose to just grunt and shrug his shoulders non-commitably.
Dan bent over to take a bowl from the lower cupboard, and his thin little shorts stretched tightly over his diapered butt, and Sue could clearly see the outline through the thin cotton, and immediately noticed that he wasn't wearing his regular thick night nappy.
"You look like you've changed your sleep pants mate? Did you wet last night?"
He sighed, albeit quietly. He'd been in the kitchen for ten seconds, and already his mum was harping on his hair and asking about his bed wetting. This had all the hallmarks of being a long day already.
"No mum. That's two days in a row now I haven't wet in my sleep." He tried to sound casual, but was a bit disgusted with himself at the sound of pride he detected in his voice. For the millionth time he found himself wishing that waking up dry was a normal occurrence, and nothing special to brag about.
"But you've changed your nappy mate. Why? It's not like you to just do that for no reason. What is it you're wearing? Is it one of those new Goodnights I bought you?"
Dan felt himself blushing. Another embarrassing diaper conversation was about to start.
"Yeah mum. I put one one last night, and I guess I kinda liked the new design. My night diaper was dry this morning, but when I took it off to go to the toilet, I kinda decided to put the pull up back on. Just in case ya know?" He hastily added, feeling the heat radiating from his cheeks.
Sue smiled, she couldn't help but find his embarrassment rather cute.
"Well, give me a look at them then! I thought you might like some army pull ups."
Dan was horrified. "Yewww! Mum! No way!"
"Oh come on Daniel, don't be stupid. It's not like I don't see you in a nappy nearly every day! I just want to have a look at you wearing the new ones. Come on, just turn around and show me the back of it, I don't expect you to take your pants off or anything!"
Knowing he was defeated, and trying his hardest not to cause any trouble, he sighed and turned his back toward his mother. She couldn't see the grimace on his face as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pyjama shorts, and slid them down below his butt, exposing his camouflage pull ups back area to her.
"Oh Danny! I can see why you like them. They are rather cute, aren't they?"
"Muuummmm!" Daniel groaned loudly, pulling his pants back up as fast as he could and swivelling around again, only to be greeted by Sues grinning face.
Suddenly it dawned on him. She was just teasing him harmlessly, enjoying his obvious discomfort. Before he had a chance to speak, she exploded with laughter.
"Oh Danny! I'm sorry, but you should see your face!"
He tried hard to look indignant, but failed miserably. His mothers laughter was infectious, and he had to admit that she had got him a good one. He'd actually thought that she was interested in his diapers, but she had only been joking with him, and had convinced him to expose his butt.
"Jeez mum. You really know how to make a guy uncomfortable, ya know?" Dan replied, but try as he might, he couldn't stop himself from grinning along with her.
Knowing that a cooked breakfast on a Sunday morning was the usual thing, Dan hesitated before grabbing the cereal. His mum didn't appear to be in the process of cooking anything, but he thought that he'd better check first.
"Do I have cereal today mum, or are you cooking something?"
"No mate. Not today. Just have a light breakfast for now. I actually had a bit of an idea. How about we go out for a late brekky/early lunch type thing? I thought we might go for a drive down to Rockingham. You can have a swim at the beach as well!"
Dan was a bit hesitant at first. The idea of not only getting out of the house at last, but also being shouted a nice cooked meal was extremely tempting, but he was at that age where he didn't particularly feel comfortable being seen out and about with his mother in public. Especially at the beach. He knew from past experience that she wouldn't let him just go onto the beach by himself, but would sit on the sand while he swam, making him feel like a little kid who needed looking after. If any of his friends should see him being babysat...... But on the other hand, he wasn't likely to run into anybody he knew in Rockingham.
Hesitatingly he ventured an idea of his own. "Brekky sounds good mum, but I dunno about the beach. How about we come home after, and maybe you let me go to Amy's instead? Or she could come here perhaps? Please?"
"Sorry mate," Sue replied with a shake of her head, "I spoke to Sonia yesterday, and she and Amy are going out somewhere together today. It'll just be you and I kiddo. Besides, you still haven't finished your chores yet!"
"Ohhh muummm! Come on! I like did chores all day yesterday for you! Haven't I finished yet?" Dan said pleadingly.
"Not yet buddy, and I don't want you whinging about it either. I've got one more job for you, then your punishment is officially done. I want you to clean your bathroom. That means emptying your nappy bin, scrubbing the toilet, and the shower base as well."
"Oh come on mum! Be fair! Not the bloody toilet!"
"Language Daniel," she replied in a warning tone. However she knew how much he hated cleaning the toilet and shower, so his objection wasn't a surprise to her. "That's it. Last job. It'll take you ten minutes, then you're officially off the hook. Finish your Cornflakes and get it over with, then pack a towel and a change of clothes, and don't forget some spare diapers."
"Like I ever could forget my diapers," he muttered angrily, but knew that arguing was pointless, so he finished his cereal, rinsed his bowl and empty juice glass, and plodded slowly upstairs to finally finish his punishment.
Scrubbing the toilet always made him feel somehow dirty, and he decided he'd have a quick shower when he'd finished cleaning it. By now, he could feel himself almost needing to pee again, and he stripped off his pyjamas and socks, and stood in front of his mirror, once again admiring his new pull ups. Suddenly he felt like wetting himself. Not because he was desperate, he just simply wanted to. It occurred to him that he actually hadn't done a wee in a diaper of any sort all weekend. He didn't count his fun in his shorts the previous day in the same category. As strange as it seemed, he kind of missed it a bit. He certainly didn't enjoy having uncontrollable accidents, but wetting for fun was an entirely different thing. For a few seconds he studied his reflection in the mirror, and was extremely tempted to pee in it, just because he wanted too.
But he soon discounted that idea. He'd been making an effort to cut down on his deliberate diaper wetting as he suspected that his mother was becoming aware of the fact that his accidents weren't always accidents, and he really didn't want to have that conversation with her. He squeezed the front of his pull up, squirming on the spot for a moment, as he pretended to be more desperate than what he really was, then he had an idea.
He hurried over to his chest of drawers, and dug around for a moment, finding what he was looking for, a pair of grey briefs. He didn't wear briefs very often these days, as they couldn't disguise his diapers as well as boxer shorts could. But right now, they would suit his plans perfectly.
Wearing only his briefs, he took the toilet cleaner out from underneath his sink, squirting a generous amount around the bowl, then doing the same thing in his shower.
Taking a deep breath, (even though his toilet was almost spotlessly clean anyway,) he got to work with the toilet brush, trying to give the bowl and rim a good scrubbing. As he scrubbed, he consciously let go of his bladder, counting quietly to himself as he felt his control slipping, discovering he could count to 6 before he had to clench up again and prevent himself from leaking. After a few seconds, he did it again, this time only getting to 4. The next release was only very quick, and he had to clamp down almost as soon as he'd relaxed.
When he'd finished the toilet and stood up, he gave himself a quick squeeze, and was surprised to find a wet spot on his briefs, as he was sure that he hadn't leaked at all. Pulling his fingers away, he saw how some of the wetness stuck to his fingers, and felt a bit slimier than pee. A quick inspection revealed it to be pre-cum, and he realised then just how turned on he was getting.
Before starting on the shower base, he stood on a floor towel, stared at the wet spot on his grey briefs and let go again, watching as the small wet spot that was only an inch across suddenly blossomed, and an arc of pee shot through the cotton, making a circle the size of a tennis ball on his underpants. It actually took a few seconds to regain control, and by the time he did, he was peeing through his undies into the shower, and had pee running down both legs and over his feet onto the towel. He quickly wiped his legs and feet dry, then padded back into his room to look at his reflection once more.
The sight of the now saturated dark grey cotton clinging to his shaft excited him, somehow exaggerating the feeling of warm wetness around his balls, and soon his boyhood went so stiff, that it threatened to stick out of his waistband. He satisfied himself with a quick rub of his dick through the wet fabric, then hurried back into the bathroom to scrub the shower base.
Kneeling down on the floor seemed to exaggerate his need somewhat, and he suddenly lost control a bit, just as he had done while washing the wheels on the car yesterday, but this time he didn't try as hard to pull his pants down, choosing instead to enjoy the flowing warmth that was completely soaking his briefs and streaming down his legs, making a big wet spot around each of his knees, while a stream pattered down from his crotch, making a big wet patch of its own on the towel, and after a few seconds the three single wet spots merged into one, as his control left him altogether, and he completely wet his pants.
As he did this, he never stopped scrubbing, and he could feel his penis getting harder and harder as his urine finally trickled to a stop. He felt guilty when he had finally finished, and looked on with a slight touch of shame at the sodden towel on the floor, wondering what he should do with it, but the feeling of arousal was a lot stronger that his guilt, and he wasted no time thinking about it, choosing to step into the shower instead, where he reached inside his dripping underwear and took himself with his hand, pulling firmly at his stiff member for only a few seconds before the tingling sensation that he enjoyed so much suddenly hit him, and, as his thoughts turned to Amy, and how they liked to wet together, his throbbing boyhood ejaculated it's sticky load into his hand and pants at the same time.
He was delighted to discover that cleaning up wasn't that difficult. He simply wore his briefs while he showered, washing them with soap, and rinsing the wet towel out as well. He left the towel to drip dry from the shower head when he'd finished, confident that his mother would never see it. Even if she did, it could be explained away easily enough. She would assume that he had probably just used it to wipe the shower out with after all.
Dan hid his wet underwear in his box of Lego, and dressed again. He briefly contemplated putting on a big pull up, but quickly dismissed it, simply because he was quite enraptured with his new Goodnights. So he put the same one on again, and selected another pair of black shorts to wear, along with boxers, based on the fact that if he did have an accident and sprung a leak, the wet patch wouldn't be very visible. A white t-shirt and his flip flops completed his ensemble. He really didn't expect that he would end up going swimming, it was just too embarrassing having his mum take him to the beach like a little kid, but it was better to be prepared, so he packed his backpack with a change of clothes, a towel, along with a spare pull up of each variety.
By 10:00am they were in the car and heading south. The drive took about 45 minutes to get there, and while their conversation was amicable, it was fairly minimal. Dan was pleased to be out of the house and was hoping to salvage something out of this disastrous weekend, but wasn't entirely comfortable about being out with his mother. Kids his age were more at ease with their friends, and he felt a bit self conscious about being seen walking around with his mum like a little kid.
Rockingham is a large coastal suburb, built around the tri-bay area, with a coastline of beautiful beaches stretching around three bays which run for miles. The main cafe strip runs along a huge grass foreshore strip, and running parallel to the grass reserve is a series of cafes, restaurants, shops, bakeries, wine bars, take-aways, and ice cream shops.
Sue drove down the cafe strip, noticing Sonia's car as she drove past, and prayed to herself that Dan wouldn't notice it, and she parked a bit further down the road. Her prayers were answered, as Danny didn't pay any attention to it as they drove past, nor as they walked back on the opposite side of the road.
The cafes and eateries were doing a roaring trade as people sat at tables both indoors and outdoors, enjoying the food, and the delicious aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. Sue had booked an outside table for 4 people at Sams, a popular cafe with some alfresco tables set up behind barricades on the wide footpath, and she was pleased when the waiter didn't actually point out that a table for four had been booked, but just welcomed the pair with a smile and had them seated.
Dan immediately busied himself with a menu, not only because he was hungry, but also in an effort to stave off conversation with his mother, and Sues heart rate quickened as she looked over his shoulder, and saw Sonia and Amy walking across the grass foreshore area from the direction of the toilet blocks. Sonia spotted them, and she was walking slightly behind Amy, who had her head down, not really looking at anything around her, and she snuck a discreet wave at her friend as they waited to cross the road.
"See anything you like mate?" Sue asked Daniel casually as he perused the menu with an intensity more befitting of a lawyer studying important evidence before a big trial, than a teenager selecting food. Dans reply was non-committal, and he didn't even glance up from the menu.
Sue was watching Sonia and Amy as they waited to cross the road. Sonia winked at her, but Amy had ear buds in, and was fiddling around with her MP3 player, a slight scowl on her face, not really paying much attention to her surroundings. Suddenly a break in the traffic opened up, and Sonia grabbed her daughters arm and ushered her across the road and towards the table. The two grownups now openly smiled and waved at each other as the distance between them closed, but the kids remained blissfully unaware of what was going on.
It wasn't till mother and daughter were standing directly behind Danny's chair that he realised that something was going on, having seen his mother smiling broadly at somebody apparently behind him, at about the same time that Amy, knowing that they must've arrived at their destination started taking in the surroundings, and noticed Sue at first, then the back of a familiar shaggy brown head. She ripped the ear buds from her ears, and squealed "DANNY!" as the boy was swivelling around to see who was behind him.
At the sound of her voice, he turned quickly, and squealed in a voice even higher pitched than hers, "AMES!"
He jumped up so quickly that he almost knocked his chair over, and their usual reluctance to show too much physical contact around their parents was forgotten, as they hugged each other fiercely.
Some other patrons in the cafe looked over at the commotion, a few just ignoring it and returning to their meals, but a few grinning at the sight of the two young teenagers wrapping their arms around each other in a strong embrace while their parents looked on. These patrons must've thought that the two little lovebirds hadn't seen each other for two and a half years, not two and a half days.
Their hug was brief but strong, and by the time the seated themselves beside each other at the table, they were holding each other's hands tightly, almost afraid to let go, and Amy's mascara was smudged as a dirty tear ran down her cheek.
But even with the evidence of a tear, there was no mistaking the sudden happiness radiating from the two young kids. Dan was shamefully aware that his pull up suddenly felt a tiny bit warm, but even the knowledge that he'd wet himself a little bit couldn't take the joy out of the situation.
They were back together again, and suddenly the day grew larger with possibilities. |
Chapter 62:
For both Daniel and Amy, everything around them suddenly seemed to take on a whole new, much more vivid clarity. The day became warmer, the sunlight became brighter, the intoxicating aromas of coffee and bacon became something that they could almost taste from the smell alone. But some things also dimmed. The crying baby at an inside table, the annoying background noise of the busy cafe, and the occasional whiff of exhaust fumes just disappeared. All that was left, was a bubble. Inside that bubble they had each other, and even their parents seemed to almost fade away like ghosts after the witching hour had finished. They smiled at each other, and held hands. Their knees spread out beneath the table until they were touching, and it felt so good.
It just felt right.
At fourteen, not many kids have the necessary vocabulary to adequately explain just how some things are. How just plain good some things can be. Dan and Amy were no different from other kids, and they would have struggled to put into words just how damn right things felt at that moment.
Hell, I'm telling it, and I'm way older than them, and even I can't adequately explain.
They were now instantly filled with the basic joy of life, the joy of just being a kid, having nothing more important to worry about than relaxing, playing, and having fun. Their appetites had increased, not just for food, but for fun, for laughter, and for each other.
Breakfast was ordered, with Dan opting for a bacon and egg burger and a cup of tea, while Amy decided on a healthy salad, but added some hash browns as well. She chose an iced tea to drink, and Dan, who like her had kicked his thongs off beneath the table, rubbed his bare foot over hers, in a subtle gesture that said "Hey, that's gonna make you pee you know!" Her sweet smile told him that she understood what the gesture meant, and fully acknowledged that he was indeed correct.
What their mothers ordered, they had no idea. In fact, Sue and Sonia were now only vague images, as if seen through the misty veil of a parallel universe. Both parents attempted a couple of times to involve the kids in their conversation, but after being forced to repeat themselves every time they spoke, they just gave up. The teenagers didn't really even talk that much. It would be expected that perhaps after not seeing each other for a two day long eternity of pure mind blowing punishment, that they might be chattering away like parrots, but instead, they held hands, looked at each other, smiled a lot, rubbed their knees together, and just made minimal conversation, choosing to bask in the glory of each other's companionship instead. It went unspoken that any talking they had too do, would be better off done in private, well away from parental ears.
Towards the end of the meal, Sue was finally able to penetrate their cone of silence.
"So. Us oldies might have a look around the shops, and walk down to The Pink Duck later for a drink. I suppose you two will be happy enough to amuse yourselves with a swim?"
Amys face fell. Her jaw dropped open for a moment while she glanced guiltily at her mother.
"I can't," she replied in a rather morose tone. "I didn't bring anything to swim in. Mum told me to, but I didn't want to go in by myself, so I didn't even bring a towel. Aww mum, you coulda told me!"
Sonia just smiled at first, then handed Amy the car keys.
"I couldn't very well tell you, could I? It would've spoiled the surprise! But you should thank your lucky stars that I look after you! In the back of the car you'll find a bag. It's got your swimming shorts, another t-shirt, a towel, and (her voice lowered to a whisper) some swim diapers and tampons in it. I figured that although you said no to a swim before we left, you might just change your mind when we got here!"
Amy beamed with pleasure. Her smile was one of pure childlike joy, and it almost touched her eyes. The sunshine was radiating off her golden hair, her teeth were sparkling, her blue eyes flashed with merriment, and suddenly she looked like she could be 10, 14, or 21. She glowed.
"Thanks so much mummy! I love you," she declared with joy.
Her and Dan soon left the table to retrieve her things. As soon as they stood up, they were holding hands, and they grinned at each other as they hurried away, leaving their parents to stare lovingly but with a touch of whimsical sadness at their retreating backs, as they were again reminded that their children were still children, but only just.
One of the first things Dan had noticed after his initial shock, was the way Amy had dressed. When he had first met her only a month ago, he had considered her to be an extremely pretty semi-goth chick. Her hair had been streaked with different colours, she had a nose ring, multiple piercings in her ears, dark eyeliner and mascara, and had worn predominantly dark, baggy clothes.
Since then, he had noticed a change. She still wore her nose ring or stud, along with her earrings after school, and occasionally put temporary streaks in her hair, but she hadn't worn the heavy eye makeup for awhile, and had started wearing a lot more prettier, girly type clothes.
But today, 'old' Amy was back. She was wearing her loose fitting denim skirt, a black "Slayer" t-shirt, mascara, eyeliner, and had purple streaks in her hair again. He still thought she looked gorgeous, and he told her so, but asked about her ever changing dress sense.
Amy blushed a bit. She hadn't expected to see Dan today, and had dressed in a way that matched her mood. She tried to explain as best she could.
"Well Catholic boy, I guess it's a bit like this. I got used to dressing in a way that kinda didn't encourage too much interaction with other people. I guess I didn't want to have to talk to people, or have other kids coming up to me to talk. I didn't want any friends I guess. No, actually that's not true. I did want friends, but I didn't want the hassle of going through the whole bit of eventually having to tell them about my problems and my diapers. I mean, I understand that it wouldn't come up right away, but talking and being friendly with people will eventually lead to them finding out, and most times, after they find out, I get either laughed at, or like heaps of stupid sympathy stuff. I don't want either. So dressing goth was kinda like my suit of armour I guess. Not many people wanna talk to the emo girl! Dressing like this let's me just kinda blend in a bit, without really blending in at all, if ya know what I mean. I can go like all emo looking, and I don't have to put up with other kids trying to be nice all the time, only for them to turn into real cunts when they find out about my problems."
Dan was actually shocked. He had never heard Amy use such strong language before. Yes, she swore when her mum wasn't around, but she had just crossed into entirely new cussing territory with her little speech. She was obviously passionate about it.
"Geez Ames. I'm really sorry. I had no idea it was like that. I just thought you must've liked the look or something. I mean I do too. You look really kinda hot like that!"
Again she smiled, which completely ruined the whole goth image.
"Thanks babe. I think I needed to hear that! But since I met you, and Nikki too I guess, I found it's really nice having friends. Before you guys came into my life, I had Tania, but we only see each other at school, and we're not as close as we used to be when we were little kids back home. Since we moved to Oz, we kinda drifted apart. She still keeps an eye out for me, but she made lots of new friends at school, and I didn't, and I don't like some of hers, so we don't hang much anymore. So the whole goth thing is like a neat way of keeping to myself I guess. But now I've got Nik, and especially you, it seems a lot nicer to wear pretty girly stuff again. I never stopped liking feminine stuff, but it wasn't worth the effort of trying to fit in when I was always gonna be an outcast. But I don't feel like an outcast anymore when I'm with you. You make me feel like a freakin princess, Danny Jacobs!"
Amy finished her explanation just as they arrived at the car. Checking that they were safely out of sight of their parents, Danny led her beside the car. He wanted so badly to say stuff to her, but he didn't know what. Besides, her little speech had actually bought a tear to his eye and a lump to his throat. It was easy to forget just how lonely they had both been only a few short weeks ago. Danny himself had been very lonely, with no real friends, but since he had met her, he'd managed to make other friends as well. Shit, he was almost popular despite them knowing about his condition!
He knew he really should say something, but he didn't know what. So he kissed her instead. Their tongues only just protruded from their lips a touch, and it wasn't a heavy, passionate kiss, but it was probably the nicest kiss that they had ever shared to date. It was a kiss that only had one meaning. Love.
It didn't last long, and they pulled apart, smiling at each other. Danny grabbed her bag and passed it to her, and they locked the car and headed towards the toilet blocks so Amy could get changed. Dan took the opportunity to take his slightly wet camouflage pull up off in the men's room while he waited, and was surprised to find it was actually a lot wetter than what he thought. He still held some pee inside him though, saving it until the went in the water soon. Now going commando under his shorts (as opposed to wearing a commando pull up) he waited impatiently for his girlfriend to change.
Five minutes later, they were back at the cafe with their parents. Amy now looking a touch strange, with heavy eyeliner, dark mascara, dark blue nail polish on her fingers and toes, dark streaks in her hair, but wearing a pink "Hello Kitty" t-shirt over her bikini top, with matching pink shorts over her swim diaper, complete with a tampon inside it.
Amy handed Sonia back her keys, and the kids hurriedly but politely asked to be excused, anxious to be off on their next little adventure. But before they could leave, Sue made them sit down quietly and listen.
Still holding hands, they squeezed each other tightly. No doubt this would be the lecture. Once again they would be counselled about their behaviour, and be made to promise better in the future. Both kids gritted their teeth in preparation for "The Talk."
Sue nodded at Sonia, who returned the gesture, and both women simultaneously reached into their respective handbags, retrieving an untold treasure each, which they in turn passed over to their children, who looked upon the offered artifacts with great surprise, and a certain greedy longing.
Their phones. Back at last. And sticking out of each phone case was a crisp ten dollar note.
Both of them almost squealed with delight, and they thanked their mothers with tremendous enthusiasm and great pleasure.
Sue shrugged it off. "Hey, it's only because we want to go into the wine bar, and you guys can't come in. You'll have to call us from outside, okay? The money's in case you need a drink or anything. Now listen up you two. You misbehaved. You made a mistake. Don't do it again, alright? Let's just draw a line here, and we'll never mention it again, okay? We'll put it behind us from now on. We love you kids, and we just want the best for you, alrighty?"
As Dan and Amy started nodding vigorously, Sonia added, "Go on, scoot!" And they did, taking their beloved phones with an unhidden greed, and almost forgetting their towels and diaper bags.
Amy started to open her phone up as soon as they left the cafe, but Dan stopped her.
"Hang on babe, let's just wait until we get across the road, alright?"
"Okay Catholic boy," Amy sighed, "but let's hurry a bit!"
"Geez Ames, don't stress! It'll only take a minute. I can't wait to check mine either!"
"It's not the phone, little Danny. It's because I need to pee, and I'm about to wet my pants...." |
Chapter 63:
"What?" Daniel exclaimed, unable to keep the excitement out of his voice. "Didn't you just go to the toilet?"
"Only to change my clothes, silly. I went to the loo and did a wee as soon as we got here, before we met you guys, but that was because I had a pad inside my nappy, and it makes a yucky mess if I pee on it. I was wearing a big pull up, and it was still dry. But I'm only wearing a swimmer now, and I've put a tampon in, so if I wet, I'm gonna leak, and these pink shorts won't hide it. But at least they don't become see through when they're wet, or you'd see my swimmers as well! That iced tea is starting to go through me."
"That wouldn't be a bad thing, beautiful. I'd love to see your little swim nappy!" That reminded him of something. "Hey! I've got something to show you! It's pretty cool! Come over here."
After looking around carefully, Danny led Amy over to an unused picnic bench. They sat beside each other, and he opened up his bacpack, and passed it across to her, and she glanced inquisitively inside, letting out a squeal of delight as she reached in, and took out the camouflage pull up that was folded over on top of his towel inside.
"Oh my God! Danny! They're adorable! I've never seen these before! I bet you really like them huh? Cause you like the army and stuff."
"Shhh!" He cautioned, reaching across and pushing her hand which held the diaper quickly back into his backpack. "Don't show the world! But yeah," he grinned, "I do really like 'em. I had to change one while you were getting dressed, because I wet myself a bit when I saw you...." he blushed. "But I still need to go a bit," Dan added. "I'm not wearing any protection right now, and I thought I'd pee on the beach."
Amy continued to examine the diaper in the safer confines of his backpack. "Oh Danny, I REALLY want to see you wearing one of these. Nothing else, just one of these! I'll bet you look so cute! You could be my little soldier!"
He smiled. "I'd like that too. And I do look pretty cute in them....."
They laughed together, and it felt nice. Amy found his drink bottle in his bag, that was full of lime water cordial, and cast an enquiring eye at him, wordlessly asking for a drink. He nodded, and she took a swig before passing it to him. After he sipped deeply, he spoke again with a tinge of regret.
"I'm getting too big for the Goodnights now Amy. They only just fit me now. Soon, it'll be the grownup ones or nothing I guess."
"You can't help growing up mate. But it won't be all bad. Just think what we'll be able to do with this when we're a bit older," and she reached over and gently grabbed his dick through his light blue shorts. He flinched a bit, but made no effort to take her hand away, and she felt his little nub stirring beneath her hand, stretching out and stiffening, like a snake stretching itself after hibernation.
"I almost can't wait," he said, and she saw that he was serious.
"I know sweetie, I feel the same you know, but we've discussed it. Not yet. We're only kids. We've got to wait for awhile yet. But that doesn't mean that we can't still do some stuff, like we did in the shower...."
At the mention of that, his dick, upon which her hand still gently rested, gave a twitch, and seemed to become even stiffer. He quickly took her hand away.
"You better stop that baby girl, or I'll end up making a mess in my pants. Again."
They switched their phones on at last, realising that their mothers had even been thoughtful enough to charge them, and watched in anticipation as their messages and Facebook started updating. The next few minutes were spent in silence as they made sure that the world hadn't ended while their phones were AWOL.
A few minutes later, Dan saw a funny video, and instead of sharing it to her, he reached across and said "Watch this babe!"
Amy watched the compilation video of guys getting hit in the nuts, and started laughing at some of the expressions they pulled. She suddenly crossed her legs over tightly, bending at the waist and declaring through her giggling, "Oh shit! No, stop it Danny! I'm gonna wet myself!" It took her a few seconds to regain control, and she stood up, and ran a hand across her backside.
"Am I wet?" She whispered.
Dan, not needing any excuse to look lovingly at her bum, examined it closely, before declaring it to be still dry.
"Phew! I started to leak into my swimmer! I'm getting really close now, we'd better go quickly I think." She took her boyfriends hand and pulled him to his feet, and they walked off towards the beach.
There was a set of cement steps leading down, and they negotiated their way down, but Amy dragged him to a halt at the bottom.
"Hang on Catholic boy. I'm actually in a bit of trouble here. That leaks made it worse, I think I'm gonna have a real accident here! I don't think I can hold on any longer."
Dan looked around. There was nobody directly in their path between them and the ocean, but there were people walking along the beach from both directions. The water was perhaps a hundred meters away, and even if they hurried, they would cross paths with at least two groups of strangers on the way.
"Let's run for it," he suggested. "We'll dump our stuff here and go for it!"
Amy sucked in a sharp breath between clenched teeth, and crossed her pretty little feet at the ankles, bending at the waist, and placing her left hand in her lap. Dan noticed that her right hand now had the thumb sticking up, and was tracing a pattern across her tightly pressed lips. She was automatically about to start sucking her thumb without even realising it, which was a sure sign that she was about to wet herself. As he watched, her thumb worked it's way between her lips.
Dan took charge. He took her big denim diaper bag from her, and dropped it unceremoniously onto the sand. Then he took her by the shoulders, and gently pushed her backwards, forcing her to step back, until her heels connected with the bottom step, and he lowered her down until her bottom hit the second last step.
"Wait, wha-what are you d-doing," she stammered around her thumb, her words a bit jumbled.
"Shhh," he counselled her, "just sit there for a second."
"I, I c-can't! I'm g-going to wet myself," she stuttered, her voice sounding very childlike now.
"I know." Dan replied. "But you can do it back here a lot less noticeably than if we walk past those people! I'll stand in front of you, like screen you a bit."
But Amy was no longer paying him any attention. Her head was lowered as she stared at the step underneath her, and he could see her shorts turning darker, and a puddle forming between her now spread legs. Both of them watched in wonderment as the puddle made its way toward the edge of the step, hesitated briefly, before three separate trickles formed, and her pee started cascading down the step face, to start a new puddle on the bottom step. At the same time, a hissing sound suddenly became very noticeable, and she shuddered, still sucking ferociously on her thumb, as a wider puddle started spreading from beneath her bum.
Dan was enraptured. The sight of Amy sitting in front of him and wetting herself by accident was mesmerising. But he did manage to temporarily drag his head around, and make sure the two groups of people walking past in opposite directions were just passing, and not turning in their direction to use these steps. If they had of tried to get to the water, Dan estimated that they would have pretty much made it to exactly where the two groups were now passing directly behind them but about 50 meters away before Amy would have lost control, and would have soaked her shorts right in front of them.
Looking back at her, he saw that she was lost in her own little world, aware of nothing more than the pee now pooling around her feet, the waterfall off the step she was sitting on, and the huge puddle she was sitting in. She was sucking Her thumb like a calf on a cows test, oblivious to the fact she was doing it.
She looked incredibly cute, he thought.
Eventually, she stopped, and raised her nervous eyes to meet his own, only then becoming aware of the thumb in her mouth, which she quickly removed, wiping it across her t-shirt.
"Danny, I wet myself," she whispered, then suddenly came back to life and smiled at him. "I did! Look! I had an accident! Thanks so much for making me wait here! I probably woulda pissed myself right in front of those people if you hadnta stopped me! That woulda been horrible, so thank you."
He smiled at her. "Hey, no problem. It's the least I can do for the woman I love. I'll try and help you as much as possible babe, you know that."
She gave him a sly grin. "Would you Danny? Would you really try and help me?"
"Of course babe! Anything I can do to help, I will. You've just gotta ask, that's all!"
"Okay then," she replied, with the sly grin never leaving her face. "If you REALLY wanna help me, there is something that you can do to make me feel better...."
Feeling magnanimous, Dan puffed his chest out a bit and replied, "Sure babe. Just tell me, and I'll do it. What is it? Do you want me to pass you your towel?"
"Not exactly Catholic boy, I want you to stand there and wet your pants in front of me. Please," she added sweetly.
He nearly objected out of habit, but at the sight of his beautiful girlfriend, sitting in her pee puddle in her soaked shorts, he realised with a spinning head that he actually wanted to do it.
He dropped his own backpack, glanced around to make sure they were still alone, including anyone approaching from the top of the steps, and grinned. He kicked off his thongs, and stepped forward, ignoring the wetness around his feet as he stepped into her pee puddle. He walked up close, until the front of his shorts were only two feet away from her pretty upturned face.
Then he opened up his stance and let go.
He wasn't wearing any underwear, and so his penis was unrestrained. Suddenly, the left leg of his sky blue, knee length cotton board shorts turned darker, and the hot urine poured out of his baggy leg hole.
Amy, her face staring directly at his crotch, watched in wonder as a big wet circle appeared on the front of his shorts, travelling up and across, before a single streak appeared on his right leg, before it too started pattering onto the cement, joining in with Amys puddle, and spreading it wider and deeper.
When he finally finished, he extended his hand, and pulled her to her feet and then closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and they kissed, feeling each other's wet shorts rubbing up against their bare legs, as their feet splashed in the puddle of their own making.
Hearing voices approaching from above them, they broke apart giggling, then picked up their bags and turned their backs, running towards the water now that there was nobody in front of them to see their embarrassment. They dropped their bags without stopping, and holding hands, ran splashing into the water.
Only then, with their pants now justifiably wet, did they turn around, just in time to see a family consisting of both parents and three young children coming down the steps, and walking straight through their puddle and onto the sand without paying any attention. It was only after the mother had stepped into it with her bare feet that they paused, looking around them for the source of whatever the mysterious puddle might be. But seeing nothing unusual, they merely shrugged, and walked towards where the kids had dropped their bags, but staying back a bit, where they established their own spot.
Dan and Amy almost burst into laughter at seeing these people walking through their puddle, but managed to keep a lid on it instead.
So far, this day showed all the hallmarks of being one of the best days of the kids lives. |
Chapter 64:
"Wanna know a secret, Catholic boy?"
"Sure Ames. What?"
"I hate to admit it, but I could really go a smoke right now."
They were laying side by side on their towels, enjoying the late Autumn sun, determined to squeeze every last drop out of the weather and the day.
Dan nodded his head in solemn agreement. "I know exactly what you mean babe. But I don't think I'll ever smoke again, at least not until I'm old enough. I don't want to go through that again."
"What did your mum have you do for your punishment?" Amy asked.
"Just chores," he replied, "but I had some fun while I did them!"
They had gone back to the shop and bought a large iced tea each, not only because they were thirsty, but because it made them pee. They drank as much as they could while laying in the sun, and Dan regaled his girlfriend about his wetting fun that he'd had whilst completing his punishment. Amy thought it sounded like a lot of fun.
"I won our dare too," he said proudly.
Amy was confused. "What dare sweetie?"
"My pacifier! You dared me to start using it in front of mum, and I did! I've been using it as a 'stop smoking' gimmick, and she doesn't mind. It feels kinda weird, but I'm getting used to it!"
Amy laughed at the thought of her boyfriend using his dummy around Sue, but was also a bit jealous. "Wish I could do that," she said.
"You've still got your thumb, babe," Dan reminded her, and he picked her hand up, and started sucking on her thumb as if to remind her. It tasted salty, had some sand on it, but was still nice. Amy squirmed around a bit and groaned, and Dan felt his flaccid member stirring from its slumber. He had to let her hand go and roll over onto his stomach, because his erection was making his shorts stick up. They both giggled at his antics.
They spent another hour on the beach, and wet themselves again, still getting the same kick out of it that they always did. But all to soon it was time to go. They had a shower on the foreshore, in a open air shower on the grass near the toilet block, then regrettably got changed back into their street clothes again, with Dan using his spare camouflage Goodnight, and Amy putting an adult pull up back on.
They walked to the wine bar where there mothers were having coffee, and rang them from the street. Two minutes later, they were reunited.
"Mummy, is it alright if Danny comes round home for awhile?" Amy asked sweetly.
Sonia looked at Sue and shrugged. "Tell you what Sue. We were bemoaning the fact that we couldn't have a drink in there because we were driving, and I happen to have some lovely wine at home. If you two want to, I'll follow you back to your place, you leave your car there, and I'll bring you to our place for a barbecue. The kids can play, and we can have the drink we deserve for putting up with them this weekend! What do you say?"
Before she could even think about it, Dan had grabbed her hand and pleaded "Please mum?" and she had to shake her head and laugh.
"Oh why the hell not! Danny, your mothers getting drunk tonight."
This caused some good natured laughter, and soon they were on their way.
It was only a quick stop at the Jacobs household, just long enough for Dan to drop off his wet things and restock his diaper bag, and soon they were off again in Sonia's car, with Sue sitting in the front seat, and the kids in the back, happily holding hands.
They were halfway home when Amy piped up, sounding nervous.
"Mum, can we stop somewhere please?"
Sonia didn't have to ask why, she was well used to it by now.
"Honey, we're almost there, can you hold on?"
Amys was chewing on her thumb nail, and fidgeting about in her seat.
"Uh uh," she replied, "I kinda need to go now."
Amy had no problem doing a pre-emptive strike in front of her mother, or in front of Dan for that matter, but she felt weird about deliberately wetting herself in front of Dans mother, especially while holding hands with Sues son. Also, when you added her own mother and her boyfriend into the same car, it somehow made it extra weird. She could easily wet in front of one person, but not comfortably in front of three of them she thought. It didn't help that she had changed her tampon for a pad again after her swim, and they tended to turn a bit yucky, particularly if they were soiled, like hers now was. She had the feeling of suddenly being like a deer caught in the headlights, and she didn't want to wet herself in front of such a large audience.
Of course Sue and Sonia didn't know just how comfortable Amy usually was with deliberately wetting in front of Dan, (and vice versa of course) so their sympathy went out to her as well.
Dan himself felt uncomfortable. He felt extremely awkward for his girlfriend, but very turned on as well. As he and Amy had learned through all their secret playtime together, deliberate wetting was a lot of fun, but genuine accidental wetting was a big turn on sometimes. He felt himself stirring just a bit inside his pull up at the knowledge of just how badly Amy must be needing to do a wee.
She shifted in her seat, and placed a hand between her legs, pushing into her crotch, but because of her thick diaper, she couldn't put enough pressure on her pee hole to make it effective.
"We're almost there," Sonia repeated like an echo. There's really nowhere between here and home that I can stop baby. Maybe you could just use your nappy perhaps?"
Amy blushed bright red. "Muummmm! How can you even say that in front of people!"
Sounding defensive, Sonia explained "Well it's not like nobody here doesn't know that you have to do that sometimes sweetie. We all understand your condition you know. We all realise that you don't have a lot of options."
Dan decided to try and make Amy feel better at his own expense. He felt the heat rising in his cheeks as he spoke.
"It's okay Ames. Nobody will look at you or think anything bad. As a matter of fact, I'm kinda busting here myself. Sonia, are you sure we can't stop anywhere? Im really sorry, but I kinda need to go as well."
"Didn't you go at the beach Danny?" Sue asked sharply.
"Yes mum, cause I did, and I made it home alright didn't I? It's just this extra bit is making it kinda hard now."
"That's silly mate. We've only just left our house, why didn't you go then?"
Dan shrugged, simply replying "Didn't need to then, and you were in a hurry as well remember? You kept like telling me to hurry up and stuff, so I did."
Sue knew he was right, but still, it wasn't really a good excuse. "You of all people should know that there is always time to use the toilet Dan. You could've gone!"
"Told you mum, I didn't need to then, but I do now. I feel like I'm gonna have an accident."
He couldn't believe he was actually saying this in front of Sonia, but by sharing the shame, he was staying on the same level with his girlfriend, and by showing solidarity, he hoped she would feel better at least. Besides, he was only slightly exaggerating, all the iced tea was working through him, and he did genuinely need to go.
"Dont be too hard on him darling," Sonia told her friend. "These two have been drinking all day. It's got to come out sometime."
"Urgh!" Amy grunted as she lurched forward in her seat, hunching forward suddenly. "Urgh, mummy, it's coming! I can't hold it!"
Amy gritted her teeth, and felt a tear of shame run down her face as her nappy suddenly started to swell with a hidden warmth. The hot liquid was momentarily trapped against her sex, pooling there briefly before at first soaking into her already soiled sanitary napkin, before completely overwhelming it, and trickling between her thighs to get absorbed into the thicker padding around her bum. She groaned again, but this time with relief, as she started sucking her thumb.
Dan was excited, but he really needed to go as well, although he probably wasn't exactly about to accidentally lose control just yet. But that could be easily fixed though.
He squeezed Amy's hand in the secret gesture that they had used in the past to let each other know when they were wetting. Then he pushed a bit on his bladder, and felt himself start to leak. He knew he'd have to be careful, as he only had a "kiddie pull up" on, but he also knew from lots of practice that they would hold quite a bit so long as he didn't flood it all at once.
A soft warmth trickled down his shaft and over his balls, forming a wet spot right in the middle, and slowly spreading downwards, and he felt his bum getting wet. He allowed himself to pee for a few seconds, but was able to cut of the flow just as he was starting to get worried that he would lose total control.
"Oh no! Mum!" He cried out mournfully. "I think I just wet myself! Argh! I did, I've peed myself a bit!"
"Danny!" Sue exclaimed. "Try and hold it! Look! We're almost there!"
Dan realised then that they were indeed turning into Amy's street. He was now gritting his teeth with effort not to completely lose control, and he was sure that he'd succeeded. It hadn't been easy, but now he'd emptied half his bladder, he was able to stop the flow altogether.
Sonia parked the car in the driveway, and both mothers undid their belts and looked around simultaneously.
Danny and Amy were holding hands in the back seat, both looking very red faced and guilty. |
Chapter 65:
"Hurry Daniel! I'll grab your bag, you just go!" Sue instructed.
"He won't be going anywhere until I unlock the door," Sonia reminded her. "Don't stress about it. It's only another wet pull up! Come on Danny, I'll open the door for you."
As soon as he stood up, all his undelivered pee surged forward, and suddenly he was really desperate and not just pretending to be. He had to cross his legs and bend over to stop himself from losing control as Sonia fiddled with her keys, and he felt his already wet pull up squishing a bit.
"I've got your bag," Amy announced, "Quick, go use my bathroom!"
As Daniel ran down the hall, Amy told the grownups her plan.
"I'll take Danny his bag so he can get changed in my room while I use the bathroom next. I'm going to need a shower..."
Sonia just sighed. "It's okay honey. You just do what you need to do. Tell Dan he can have a shower as well if he needs one. His mum and I will be outside. Come on Sue. Don't look so worried. It's nothing that hasn't happened before! We should be used to it by now."
"I know Son," her friend replied. "But that bloody kid upsets me sometimes. I know he can't always hold on, but he should've used the bloody toilet at home before we left. That's just not taking responsibility as far as I'm concerned!"
Grabbing the wine and two glasses, Sonia smiled at her best friend.
"Remember darling, the kids haven't seen each other all weekend, and they're excited. He just wanted to hurry up and get here to play with Amy. He forgot, that's all. Don't be to hard on him."
Sue sighed. "Suppose your right. It's not that I get upset that he had an accident, just that he didn't have to have one. He'll be fifteen this year, he shouldn't need reminding about going to the toilet! Not with his condition."
"They're only kids Sue. They make mistakes, and........"
The two mothers were walking outside with their wine, and the conversation faded away with them, as Amy watched the door close and saw them getting comfortable on the patio. As soon as they were settled, she picked up hers and Dans bags, and hurried off to her room. She could hear him shuffling around in the toilet as she walked past.
He came into her room a couple of minutes later, looking a bit red faced, but grinning at her all the same. She smiled back at him.
"You wet yourself on purpose, didn't you, Catholic boy? Just to make me feel better?"
His blush deepened, but his smile widened at the same time.
"Yes babe. You looked so helpless back there when you started to cry, I wanted to help you, but I couldn't, so I just wanted to try and make you feel better. I thought if I wet myself as well, our pairs might not pay attention to you so much."
Amy walked over to him, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and kissing him passionately. He responded without hesitation, putting his own arms around her, and squeezing her diapered butt as their tongues hungrily explored each other.
"Youre making a habit out of protecting me, aren't ya? You stood up to those bullies at the beach, and now you did this, even though you knew your mum would get mad. I love you so much Danny Jacobs!" She kissed him again.
His face fell a bit. "Yeah. I like looking after you baby, it makes me feel good, but mums gonna be pissed at me. I reckon I've got another lecture in store when we go home later."
"You might be surprised mate. She was pretty mad, but my mums talking to her, and I think she's calmed down a lot now. Besides, they're gonna get on the wine for awhile, and by the time we've had dinner later and you've gone home, she might not even think about it."
"Oh, she'll think about it," Danny assured her. "She just won't make a big deal out of it while we're here."
"Don't worry about it!" Amy advised him. "It's not like you'll get punished again or anything! She'll just tell you off, and you'll promise to try harder. Same thing we both always do. You know how it works."
Dan tried to smile, because he knew what she was saying was true, but he couldn't help worrying just a bit. Amy saw the look of concern on his face, and thought she knew just the way to cheer him up.
Stepping back a step, she reached down and grabbed his shorts by the waistband, and started to pull them down.
"HEY! Watcha doing?" Dan exclaimed with shock. "Our parents are out there you know!"
"Already toldya. They're outside getting their wine on. I told them I needed a shower, and mum said to tell you that you could have one as well if you want. Now I know that we unfortunately can't have one together like we did before, but that doesn't mean we can't have some fun first, 'specially if we're like really quick. Trust me. They're not coming looking for us anytime soon, so we're safe for a little while, and I really wanna see you in your cute little camouflage nappy!"
Dan was instantly over his shock, so he dropped his protective hands away from his shorts, and hitched in a deep breath to calm himself while Amy pulled them down. He grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, and pulled it over his head, leaving him standing in front of Amy wearing nothing other than his soggy, sagging army style Goodnight.
She squealed with delight when she saw it. "Look at you! You're my super cute, super brave little soldier, who looks after me and protects me, and I love you so much. You're such a handsome little soldier!"
Danny started to bend towards her for another kiss, and to tell her again how much he loved her too, but he actually jumped when she yelled at him instead.
"STAND AT ATTENTION SOLDIER! Nobody gave you permission to move or speak! NOW! Head up, back straight! I SAID ATTENTION! NOW!"
Dan had to suppress a laugh. This was just "So Amy." Taking charge of their fun times and being dominant, just like she usually did when they played as Little Dan and Little Amy. She always led the way, and he liked it. Whatever she had in mind, he was up for.
So he did as he was told, as he usually did, and snapped to attention without speaking.
Speaking in a gruff staff Sargents tone of voice, that sounded so out of place emanating from her pretty features, she started issuing instructions.
"Soldier, you have shown great courage and bravery today in the face of overwhelming odds. As a result, you have been nominated for a bravery award. It is the highest bravery award that I can bestow on you, and I need you to be a good little soldier and stand at attention while I give it to you. You must not move or speak! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THIS SOLDIER?" She pressed her nose against his as she barked her orders.
Not knowing how to respond, especially since he had just been instructed not to speak, he decided to go with the first thing that came to mind, something that he'd seen in lots of the war movies he loved watching. He risked her wrath by moving, and snapping a sharp salute.
"SIR YES SIR!" He replied, and they both looked at each other and cracked up laughing. It took a minute for them to regain their composure, then Amy continued.
"ATTENTION SOLDIER! I did not give you permission to laugh. YOU WILL STAND QUIETLY AND NOT MOVE WHILE I PRESENT YOUR AWARD!"
Amy stepped forward, and gently pinched his right nipple with the thumb and forefinger of her left hand. He flinched a bit and grinned, but stayed at attention with his arms straight by his sides, and he remained silent.
"Youre such a good, brave soldier," she whispered. "You deserve this award...."
Her right hand slid into his pull up, and the back of her hand became warm and wet as it pushed against the pee soaked padding in the front. She grabbed his boyhood, which felt small and soft in the palm of her hand at first, but instantly more than tripled in size until it felt like an iron rod in her hand. She gripped it gently but firmly, and stared into his eyes as she massaged its length, cupping his almost hairless scrotum in the palm of her hand.
Dans knees went weak, and he groaned as they buckled, so she softly squeezed his balls and whispered, "I said don't move little soldier!"
She started rubbing his boyhood, just as she had when they'd showered together, and she could feel his pulse through it.
It was simply the best sensation that the young boy had ever experienced, and he didn't want it to ever stop.
But after Amy's stroking intensified, and her face suddenly lowered to his chest, where she took his nipple in her mouth and sucked gently on it, he was suddenly no longer in control. He felt himself twitching inside his wet diaper, but before he could say anything, his legs automatically opened a bit, his hips thrust forward, and he felt his orgasm surging through him, and he unceremoniously deposited his essence into the palm of her hand.
Amy smiled at him, and kissed him on the lips as she withdrew her hand from his soggy pull up. There was a packet of wet wipes beside her bed, and she pulled out a few with her left hand and started wiping her sticky right hand with them.
"At ease soldier, and congratulations. I'm going to have a shower. I'll be back soon."
Amy picked up her diaper bag, and left the room, leaving a very shell-shocked little soldier behind, wondering exactly what had just happened.
War is hell sometimes. |
Part 4: Dealing with it.
Chapter 1:
Dan walked into school on Monday morning feeling good. He had wet himself during the night, but it was starting to become less of a big deal for him now. He had gone to bed in a bigger, tape on diaper, fully expecting to wet, considering the large amount he'd been drinking with Amy yesterday. The sealer was the small glass of wine each that they had managed to wheedle out of their mothers by the time the second bottle had been opened.
Apart from making a sarcastic comment about making it home in dry pants, Sue, a bit tipsy, hadn't even mentioned his earlier "accident."
He had been heartened to see a lot of messages both private and on Facebook for him when he'd finally gotten his phone back, and had responded to everything, explaining how he'd been without his phone.
Most were just general enquiries about what he was up to, but Scott had been trying to reach him, explaining how he needed to talk to Dan privately. After making his obligatory bathroom stop, Dan sought him out.
"Heyyy! Danny! Good to see you finally got your phone back!" Scott said, giving him a fist bump. "Man, that musta been hard!"
"Yeah," Dan admitted, "It was pretty tough, but mum let me see Amy yesterday, so it all worked out."
"Bet she was glad to see you bro!"
"Yeah, it was nice to finally see her mate. We had fun," he told his friend, without reliving his entire experience. "What did ya want to see me about?"
Scott walked away to a more private spot, and Dan followed. Scott had that natural charisma that just made people want to follow him.
"Its this stupid camp," he explained. "I guess you know your mum called my mum?"
Dan nodded.
"So they both know about our, ah, problems."
Dan just nodded again.
"Well my mum thought it was a great idea with you sharing the cabin with me, Matt, and Ali. So she thought it would be nice for me to invite you over on Friday night. The guys are sleeping over as usual, and I guess she thinks it would be a good idea to see how we deal with our, ah, well, stuff, I guess. I feel a bit weird asking you, not because I don't want you to come or anything, but it's like, well, I know what it's like being a bed wetter and not wanting to do sleepover stuff, and I fully understand if you're not comfortable with it, but I'd like you to come, that's if you wanted to of course. If you don't, I understand."
Dans first reaction was his normal one to such invitations, immediately trying to come up with an excuse not too go. He was about to blurt out any excuse, ranging from a date with Amy, to going out with his folks, to emergency surgery being scheduled, but he stopped himself before he spoke.
Next month, he'd be forced into spending two whole nights with Scott and the guys, and although everybody knew their secrets, Amy was the only person he'd ever slept over with before, and that was only twice. It was different with her, because they loved each other. Guy stuff was different. Guys bonded by teasing and picking on each other, sometimes mercilessly, and although they were mates, he didn't see how his and Scott's problems would go without extreme commentary from their friends. Scotty was used to it. He'd been friends with Ali and Matt since they were little, but Dan was still kind of an outsider. Try as he might, he couldn't get his head around exactly what having a slumber party with 3 other boys would be like. Sure, the before bedtime stuff would be a great laugh, but what about the morning after? How would he change? What if his nappy leaked and got the bed wet? And his pyjamas? Did other boys actually wear pyjamas? Maybe they wore boxers or sweatpants at sleepovers?
The all important male adolescent bonding ritual of sleepovers was still completely foreign to him. But in approximately 3 weeks, he'd be thrust headfirst into it, with 90 other boys, and it was a scary thing to contemplate when you had no idea what to expect.
Scott saw him hesitate, and egged him on.
"C'mon Daniel! You and me should be excited by this! After all, we've got a lot in common. There's nothing that can happen that neither of us hasn't gone through before. Trust me. Matt and Ali have dealt with it since we were little. Even if you wet, they won't bat an eye. Mum and dad are really cool too. Their excited that I've met another kid who understands, that's why mum wants you to come over. She thinks it will be good for us."
Dan still didn't speak, choosing instead to consider the offer before replying. Sensing his indecisiveness, Scott upped the ante.
"The guys came over Saturday night Dan, and I wet the bed as usual. My pull up leaked everywhere, and my pyjamas were all wet in the morning. The guys helped me strip my fucking bed down for Christs sake! Trust me! Nobody is going to make fun of you, I swear."
Dan sighed. He did want to go to one of his friends famous sleepovers. Every week the boys discussed endlessly what they'd done, but it was just so against everything he'd spent years trying to avoid. But soon, he'd be forced into it, like it or not, so a trial run probably wasn't a bad idea. He made his mind up.
"Alright Scotty. I'd like to come. But you gotta remember, I'm pretty new at the whole sleepover bit. It feels kinda weird to me still."
Scott punched him on the arm.
"Attaboy Danny! We'll break you in nice and gentle like! By the time this dumb camp comes around, you'll be a seasoned veteran! You just gotta learn to go with the flow!"
"It's the flow I'm worried about," Dan replied, and both boys laughed.
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Friday afternoon rolled around, and Dan was half excited, and half regretting his decision. He'd only seen Amy once all week, on Wednesday night, when Sue had taken him around there to "study."
Not many books had been opened, but they had cuddled together on her bed for ages, the plastic sheet crinkling underneath them every time they moved. They hadn't dared to get up to too much mischief though, keeping their clothes on while their mothers drank coffee in the kitchen. Although their clothes stayed on, it didn't stop them from touching each other a lot, a habit that was quickly becoming second nature, and Dan was pleased to discover he was starting to gain a lot more control over his bodies reactions. Amy could now touch him without him blowing his load in his pants all the time.
Mind you, he had to work on it. As they lay on her bed, side by side, with her gently touching the outline of his stiff penis through his jeans, he was silently thankful he'd had the foresight to masturbate before coming over. That was something else he was getting better at too.
"I think it's a great idea!" Amy had told him, as she tickled his boyhood through the denim, enjoying seeing it twitch sometimes. "It makes a lotta sense you know. It will help you to find out just how your mates really will react if you wet yourself!"
"WHEN I wet myself you mean," he corrected her. "Even if I can make it through like two and a half days of running around doing stupid activities, I'll wet the bed at least once, guaranteed!"
"That's why I think it's such a good idea, Doofus!" Amy laughed. "It's no good pretending it's not likely to happen. You're gonna have to deal with it. That's why your mum is so keen for you to go. You know that."
She felt him stiffen, and not just his penis. This was dangerous ground she was treading, and she knew it. They didn't disagree on much, but this camp issue was one of them.
Sue wanted Daniel to go. She figured (probably correctly) that a lot of his accidents were avoidable, and if not caused exactly by laziness, were caused by inattention and poor management. Amy understood a bit better, that although Sue was partly right, an enjoyment for holding on, and wetting as well, especially when she was around, also didn't help.
She understood quite well how a person could hate being incontinent, hate needing to wear diapers, hate wetting the bed, but also occasionally get a kick out of being naughty.
Dan thought his mother was just being unbearably unfair, and Amy was being hypocritical for kind of agreeing with her, since Amy didn't do camps herself.
They didn't exactly argue about it, but danced around the topic on tiptoes.
"Lets just not talk about it," he'd replied. "I'm gonna go to Scotts on Friday night and see how it goes. If anything bad happens, I just won't go to camp. And I won't be going to school with the bigger kids either. I'll run away or something."
Amy had reached over and kissed him then, banishing all further thoughts from his head. Soon, he was rubbing her breasts through her jumper, and the topic had been closed to further discussion.
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But now it was 6pm Friday evening. Sue had pulled up in Scotts driveway, and was walking him to the door, keen to meet his mother, with whom she had only spoken to on the phone.
Dan was carrying his backpack, loaded with extra clothes and diapers. His friends were waiting for him inside, and he was having second, even third thoughts about this.
He really wished he had said no to this, and just gone out with Amy instead. He had plans to see her on Sunday, but he wanted to be with her now.
He was about to tell his mother that he'd changed his mind, and he wanted to leave, but it was too late.
Sue had rang the doorbell. |
Chapter 2:
Thunderous footsteps, not unlike a herd of thundering elephants approached the door, preceded by lots of laughter and giggling. The door was flung open, and Scott, with Matt and Ali, were grinning at him. They had been about to shower him with good natured abuse, but the sight of Sue standing there stopped them, and they issued sheepish grins instead.
Remembering his manners, Scott politely invited the guests inside, and introduced Sue to his mother, Mary, who had appeared behind the teenage boys.
Mary steered Sue into the kitchen, where coffee was brewing, and the boys almost dragged Danny away. Scott's house was built on a sloping block, and it was basically a large, one story dwelling, although a set of stairs led down into the side where the block dropped off, and into a huge family room underneath.
There was basically one large main room, complete with a (dry) bar, a pool table, big screen TV, big L shaped sofa, dart board, and even a pinball machine. A single door led off to one side.
"Toilet and laundry," Scott pointed out with a wave of his hand.
Spread around the room, in various positions, were 4 inflatable air beds. 3 already had sleeping bags on them, and Scott directed Dan to deposit his sleeping bag and backpack on the fourth one, which was off to the side a bit. Dan was relieved. He'd pictured the guys all kind of sleeping together in a big group, with the beds pushed up side by side, and he was pleased to see that they were spread out around the large room, giving everyone a bit of privacy. After all, when you're not used to sharing a room or having sleepovers, and you wet the bed, some privacy is wanted.
His friends were obviously excited. They all talked at once, and their excitement was contagious. Despite his reservations, it had the hallmarks of being a good night he thought. So long as nothing embarrassing happened that is.
Upstairs in the kitchen, Mary and Sue were getting to know each other. They had talked on the phone a couple of times, but this was their first face to face meeting. They appeared to hit it off pretty quickly, as they seemed to have a lot in common, especially regarding their sons, who also had a lot in common with each other.
"Thanks so much for coming Sue. It's lovely to meet you at last," Mary said.
"Likewise," Sue replied. "Thank you for inviting my boy over! He's very excited. It looks like him and Scott have hit it off."
"Scotts been very excited too." Mary told her. "He likes Dan, and ever since he found out they they shared their particular situation with each other, he's been very keen to get to know him better. It's hard for boys like Scott to find anyone with problems like his to talk too. He's lucky I guess, he's been friends with Mathew and Ali since they were all little, and they're lovely young boys, very understanding, but he's never met another boy his own age he can relate to. I really hope they can be friends."
"I know exactly what you mean," Sue said. "My Danny's always been a bit of a loner."
She lowered her voice and looked around, making sure the boys weren't within earshot.
"Look Mary, I don't know how much your boys told you about Dan, but you do realise that his, uh, problem isn't just with wetting the bed? You know he actually has some incontinence issues as well?"
Mary paused, coffee cup halfway to her mouth. "No Sue, I didn't know that! Scott told me he had found out his new friend didn't want to go to camp because he wet the bed. I didn't know it went any further than that! Can I ask how bad it is? What causes it?"
Sue explained about Dans little bladder, and how it affected him. She kept watching Mary for a reaction. If she saw any negative reaction from the lady, she would simply leave, and take Dan with her. She was heartened by what Mary said.
"Oh no! The poor little bugger! That's got to be terrible for a kid his age. Trust me, I know all about insecure teenagers! Scott's my youngest, and he's got two older brothers, so I've done the hormonal teenager bit before. Although Scottys a bit different. His brothers never wet the bed, and it really shakes him up sometimes. He idolises his big brothers, and he hates it when they see him wearing a pull up or getting upset. He's such a tough, confident boy during the day, but his little problem really gets to him. I can only imagine what it would do to him if he had daytime accidents as well! How does Danny cope?"
"He's been a lot better since he found himself a little girlfriend," Sue explained. "She's the daughter of a friend of mine, and she kind of shares his problem. The change in Dan has been incredible! Young love and all that..."
"My Scotts just started seeing a girl for the first time!" Mary said proudly. "She's a sweet little thing. Nikkis her name."
Sue laughed. "I know Nikki! She's friends with Amy, Dans little girlfriend. She is a sweet little thing, isn't she?"
Mary laughed. "My God! They all know each other, don't they?"
Sue joined in, and they shared stories about their kids. She was pleased to note that Mary was quite comfortable with Dan not only being a bed wetter, but also incontinent. Mary agreed to keep an eye on him, and help him in any way she could. She understood just how difficult it must be for him to spend time away from the comfort zone of his own house, and for that, Sue was extremely grateful. She felt herself relaxing.
A few minutes later, the sound of feet pounding up a staircase at a hundred miles an hour came to them. Four barefoot teenage boys, all laughing madly, appeared at the top of the stairs.
"We're going out to play cricket mum!" Scott yelled, as they hurried past the door.
"Danny, come here please," Sue called out, and Dan groaned dramatically as his passage was halted at the door. He trudged over as his 3 mates ran outside to set up the pitch.
"I'm going shortly mate," she informed him, and in spite of what he'd been telling himself, he suddenly felt a bit scared and homesick.
"This is Mary, Scotts mum. You haven't even said hello yet!"
"Hello Mary, I'm Daniel," he said bashfully, offering his outstretched hand, looking down, feeling a bit embarrassed about his lack of manners all of a sudden. "Thank you for letting my stay over."
"It's my pleasure Daniel. Can I call you Danny?" He nodded. "Any of Scottys friends are always welcome! You just let me know if you need anything, okay?"
Dan nodded again, feeling a bit confused.
"Dan," his mother explained, "Mary knows about your problem, okay? Don't be afraid to tell her if you need anything, understand?"
"MUUMMM! You didn't, did you?" Dan exclaimed. "You didn't tell her about, well, you know!"
He blurted it out without thinking, and instantly regretted it. He braced himself for a stern rebuke.
What happened next surprised him.
His mothers voice actually softened, and she sounded sympathetic. "Danny. Honey. I had to tell Mary. You're a guest in her house, and she's looking after you for me. Your friends already know, and I'm sorry, but Mary does as well now. You understand that, don't you?"
Deep down, he understood. He really did. Mary had to know he was wearing diapers, because he would probably need to throw one away at some point. Besides, she already knew he was a bed wetter, that's exactly why he was there in the first place, as a trial run before the camp. His friends knew, so Mary shouldn't be any more of a big deal than that.
Yep. She was right. He understood.
But it didn't stop him from hating his mother.
Just a bit, just for a few moments, just a touch.
He swallowed hard, finally accepting his mothers explanation without argument. After all, it was right.
"Yes mum. It's cool I guess." He turned to Mary, "I'll be careful, I promise."
"Don't worry Danny." Mary said with a gentle smile. "Accidents happen. You're a big boy mate! I'm sure you can deal with it without my help. But I'm here if you need it, alright? I don't expect you to change the sheets or anything, and you won't get into trouble. Just come talk to me if you need too, okay?"
He smiled back, feeling relieved. "Thanks Mary. I will if I haveta, promise." Turning to Sue, he politely asked, "Can I go play now mum? Please?"
She smiled and performed a 'shooing' motion with her hand, dramatically dismissing him, before she stopped him. She kissed him on the cheek, then pulled his shorts up and his shirt down, as the waistband of his camouflage pull up was sticking out the back of his red shorts.
He winced with embarrassment. She had just humiliated him again.
He forced himself to smile, and reciprocate her goodbyes, then he padded outside to join his friends. But he could feel the flush in his cheeks, and he had to concentrate to unclench his jaw.
His bloody mother..... |
Chapter 3:
The game of cricket went well. Dan had been a fairly good cricketer in primary school, even in his first year of high school at his original school, he'd made the under 13s team. But after his incontinence problem had flared up, he had quickly abandoned it altogether, becoming terrified at the prospect of publicly wetting himself while wearing white pants in the middle of a game. Backyard cricket was a breeze in comparison. They didn't even use a real, hard cricket ball, just a tennis ball with electrical tape plastered all over one side to make it "swing" as it was bowled. Of course this also meant that helmets, pads, and even shoes weren't required, and broken windows were less likely, so they happily played barefoot on their makeshift pitch on the back lawn.
Dans potential for having an accident was never far from his mind. Even though he was wearing a Goodnite, he really didn't want to have an accident around his friends. He was quite relieved when Scott hit the ball over the fence, scoring six runs but getting himself out in the process, as is the age old rule of backyard cricket, and Matt disappeared behind a bush, and peed.
"If you need to pee mate, just go behind there," he explained, as he walked back, zipping up his shorts, before jumping the fence to help Scott look for the ball in the vacant lot next door.
Dan immediately took the opportunity to duck behind the bushes himself, pulling his shorts and Goodnite down far enough to free his penis, and he breathed a sigh of relief as his pee stream added to the one Matt had left on the fence. Dan looked over his shoulder, making sure he wasn't being observed, and quickly ran his hand through the padding in his kiddie pull up, breathing another sigh when he confirmed by touch that it was still perfectly dry. He tucked himself away, and discretely adjusted his leg guards, and made sure that his diaper was fully covered by his shorts. He had deliberately worn his baggy black shorts today. He wasn't actually too concerned about his diaper being noticeable, as his friends knew he wore them, but his black shorts would hide any leaks better than his lighter coloured ones could ever hope too.
He proved to be the best bowler amongst them, getting them all out at least once, even Scott, who was a naturally talented young sportsman. By the time they were called in for dinner, the other boys were full of praise at the way he played. Slowly but surely, he was beginning to feel acceptance from his peers, even though he was wearing a diaper. It felt nice.
Dinner was quick, simple and plentiful, which is perfect for hungry teenage boys. Sausages, hamburgers, salad and fries greeted them when they came in, along with two bottles of soft drink, 1 each of Coke and Fanta. Thirsty from running around, the four boys each poured a generous glass for themselves. Dans internal warning lights started blinking. He knew all too well what drinking too much soda at dinner time could lead to, but he was very hot and thirsty, so he allowed himself an extra half glass after his first, then declined all further offers of a top up.
He noticed how Scott did the same, and how nobody pestered either of them to drink more. Matt and Ali had no such qualms, and scoffed three glasses apiece, but when Scott got up from the table with his empty glass, and asked Dan if he'd like a glass of water instead while he got himself one, Dan happily accepted, relaxing in the knowledge that Scott understood his fear of drinking too much before bed.
After dinner the boys washed up. Nothing got broken, although there were a few close calls, and apart from spilling a lot of water on the tiled floor which was wiped up with a towel, everything was completed without drama. The whole time they cleaned, they laughed and joked with each other, telling more and more outrageous stories, and basically picking on each other as much as possible, but in the good natured way that only guys can fully comprehend.
Finding themselves downstairs again, without adult supervision, their conversations became louder, openly peppered with coarse language, the insults getting cruder, and the topics changing to more exotic things, like motorcycles, and girls. Scott and Dan wore the brunt of most of this, as they were the only ones to actually have girlfriends, so they took the abuse with good humour, never hesitating to remind the other two that they only had their hands for company.
Dan felt a touch uncomfortable talking like this. He'd never told the guys anything about the shenanigans he sometimes got up to with Amy, apart from kissing her of course, and he never would. Of course a small part of him, deep down, would love to brag about how she had given him hand jobs, and how he had returned the favour. He would love to tell them that he hadn't only seen her bare breasts, but had touched and tasted them, and how they had showered together, but he wouldn't.
Amy was his, and he was hers, and what they had was the most precious thing in the world. It only took the mental image of how her face would no doubt fall, and how the tears would look running down her perfect cheekbones, if she was ever to find out he'd been sharing their most intimate details, to help him to decide never to say anything. He kind of missed her already.
The boys decided to play pool. Dan and Ali, who until recently had been his only friend at school, teamed up, and the game began.
Dan was nervous about going to the toilet. He was determined to go whenever the urge struck him, but was kind of aware that the other boys were probably waiting for him to go, and would no doubt be wondering to themselves when he did if he'd made it, or wet himself. He didn't really need to go, at least not badly, but the more he thought about it, the worse it got. He kept casting nervous glances towards the door to the toilet/bathroom combo, but every time he almost summoned up the nerve to go, he found himself chickening out.
Ali had a shot, missed, cursed vehemently, handed his cue to Dan, and muttered something about "Going to take a fuggin piss," and disappeared into the bathroom. Matt announced he'd left his phone upstairs in the kitchen, and was going to get it, and he ran up the stairs, leaving Scott and Danny alone. Scott stepped closer and lowered his voice, although there wasn't much chance of being overheard with the volume of Metallica that was blaring from the stereo.
"Toilets right in there if you need it man," he said.
"Yeah. You told me earlier Scott. Thanks."
Scott didn't blush, but did lower his eyes, looking away. "Sorry dude. Ya just sorta seemed to be staring at the door just now. Thought you might need to go, that's all. I wasn't trying to be clever with you or nothing."
Dan smiled at his friend, showing him there were no hard feelings. "It's alright mate. I get it. Thanks."
"In the bathroom Dan, under the sink, is a flip top metal rubbish bin, and some plastic bags. It's what I use when I, uh, you know, get changed in the morning. If you gotta, ya know, like get changed or like throw some shit out or something, you can, I don't know, like use the bin in there, and the other guys won't know, ya know?" Scott was blushing now.
Dan punched him firmly on the arm, but grinned at him, as his unaccustomed shyness was painfully obvious, and he really was genuinely trying to help. Dan appreciated it, as well as the fact that Scott had waited until they were alone before he said anything.
"Thanks Doofus. Good to know, but I haven't wet myself yet, in case you're wondering."
Scott looked up, alarmed and ashamed at what Dan must think he meant. "Shit! No mate, that's not what I ......" his voice trailing off when he saw Dans grin. He punched him back, just as hard. "You're a prick, Jacobs," he said with a smile, realising that Dan was toying with him a bit, making him uncomfortable. They burst out laughing together.
Dan faced his friend. "Seriously mate, thanks. It's good to know." They didn't speak of it again.
Soon the toilet flushed, and Ali came out, wiping his hands on his shirt.
"Geez Ali! Hoped you just washed them and didn't piss on them!" Scott said with a chuckle, which resulted in a brown middle finger being raised in his general direction. Dan decided it might be a good time to go to the toilet, so he did, hearing Matt thumping down the stairs as he made his water.
After washing his hands, and drying them on the provided towel instead of his shirt, he snuck a quick look under the sink, confirming the legend of the hidden diaper bin was not only a myth or urban legend. Satisfied he rejoined his friends. It was his shot in pool, so he took up the cue and approached the table, somewhat awkwardly as well, as he'd never played pool before tonight, and so far, he really sucked at it.
He was saved from future embarrassment about his lack of pool playing ability when his phone suddenly rang. He picked it up off the bar where he'd left it, and his face broke out in a big grin. Suddenly he looked more like an excited 11 year old that a boy who was approaching 15 rapidly.
"It's Amy!" "He hit the green button. "Hey Ames," he said happily.
Matt and Ali immediately fell to his feet, grasping dramatically at his legs, as if clawing at him for attention. Meanwhile, Scott had apparently found an invisible violin, which he was playing with great gusto, pausing only occasionally to apparently sprinkle invisible rose petals or the like in his general direction, or perhaps cling fiercely to his heart.
"Piss off guys!" Dan said laughing, before returning his attention to his girlfriend. "Whatcha doing babe," he asked, excited to be talking to her, leaving his friends rolling on the floor, laughing uproariously.
"Sounds like you're having fun, Catholic boy! I'm glad! I know you were kinda worried about it."
"Yeah babe. I'm getting my arse kicked at pool though. I'm pretty sucky at it."
"So long as you're having fun baby," she replied, "Hey, put me on speaker, would you? I wanna say high to everyone."
"Sure sweetie, hang on," he fumbled with his phone for a second, then put it down on the green felt. "Go," he said.
"Hi guys!" Amy chirped gaily. "How are ya's?"
The three boys echoed each other by saying "hi," and "good."
"Hey Scotty?"
"Yeah Ames?"
"I've got someone here who wants to say high to you........."
Confused, Scott could only say "Yeah?"
Another young female voice sprang forth from the phone. "Hi Scotty!"
"NIKKI?" Scott said, well nearly squealed actually, as his voice raised a few octaves with excitement.
"Hey baby! I love you!" Nikki said, causing Dan and Matt to fall at Scotts feet, clamouring for his affection while Ali picked up the violin.
Scott did his best to ignore them. "What're you doing with Amy, babe? Thought you were staying home?"
Amy piped in. "Why should you boys have all the fun? Girls can as well! Me and my bestie here, we're having our own sleepover!" |
Chapter 4:
Boys and girls are known for their propensity to bullshit with each other, and that's exactly what happened. Basically, both sides teased the other, and extremely over exaggerated the amount of fun being had at their respective slumber parties. All in all it was a fun conversation, and it killed twenty minutes. In the end, Scott and Dan made arrangements to meet their girlfriends later, although not as a foursome, and the boys got back to pool. The boy's statuses as legendary was assured, as not many grade 8 boys at a boys only school actually had girlfriends, and Matt and Ali listened in awe as their friends made plans to meet their pretty girlfriends later. It was something that they could only dream of.
The game of pool continued, and as Ali leaned in to take a shot, he briefly raised an eye to Daniel.
"So mate, you can tell me to fuck off, but I've gotta ask you, what's it like?"
Dan was confused. The question had come out of the blue, with no lead up behind it. At first, Dan thought his friend was still talking about the girls.
"What? Amy? It's great mate! She's like the most totally awesome chick ever!"
"No mate, not Amy," Ali explained. "Your problem. What's it all about? How the fuck do you like deal with it? What's it mean?"
Scott and Matt groaned in unison. "Jesus Ali! / Fuck dude! / Watcha talking about? / Christ!"
Ali straightened up and looked at them challengingly. "What? A guy can't ask his mate about something important? I'm not being mean or anything, but I'm curious. I wanna know how my mate deals with shit like this!"
Scott looked mad. "Fuck me, Ali. We agreed not to talk about this shit! 'Member?"
Dan piped up. "What? You guys already talked about me before I got here? Watcha agree on? Don't talk to the retard about his problem? Don't ask him why he wears diapers? Don't upset him 'cause he's a big fucking baby?"
His voice was calm, and it appeared to have been said in jest, but the other three kids had no problem with picking up the hard edge to his words. Somehow, Dan suddenly appeared a bit more grownup than he did before he spoke. There was something akin to a warning tone in his voice, and his friends picked up on it.
Matt spoke first. "No Danny! Nothing like that! We was just...." He was interrupted by Scott leaning forward, and gently but firmly slapping him around the back of his head.
"Zip it Matty," Scott said to the boy who had clutched at his head with a hiss of breath once it had been slapped. "Dans out mate. He deserves the truth, not bullshit." He turned his attention to Daniel, who wasn't exactly glaring at him, but the smile at the corners of his mouth didn't reflect in his brown eyes. He slightly raised his eyebrows, in a silent gesture for Scott to enlighten him further before he spoke again.
Scott looked at him directly, for which Dan was thankful.
"Yes mate. We did. We did talk about you, and your problem. And we agreed to not mention it around you, because we didn't want you feeling bad or nothing. We kinda didn't think you'd like wanna talk about it or anything, so we wasn't gonna say anything," he slapped Ali's head this time, "until the brown wonder here opened his big mouth!" This was said and executed without any hint of racism given or taken, just normal insulting teenage boys behaviour.
Ali looked sheepish. "Sorry Dan. Didn't want to pry or nothing, but I am curious. I shouldn't have said anything though. Scott did say not to mention it, but I just kinda wondered, and it slipped out."
Dan felt his temper calming down quickly. These were his friends, and not only his only male friends, but apart from Nikki and Amy, his only friends at all. They knew he was slightly incontinent, that he had an undersized bladder, and that he wore diapers and wet the bed. But that was it. Although he had wet his diaper around them a few times, they didn't know that. In fact, they had no real concept of what life as Dan was really like, apart from the basics. It was no wonder they were curious. Dan guessed he would be curious as well, if the shoe was on the other foot. He quickly wondered if any of the guys would find wetting as erotic and exciting as he did, if they participated in it with a pretty girl like Amy. That thought was quickly pushed out of his head, and he mentally rebuked himself for even having it. He sighed, a habit that kept on growing constantly.
"No. It's alright Scott," he said. "It's okay to ask. You guys must wonder sometimes who or what you're dealing with I guess."
The other three hastily voiced their disagreement at once, with Ali again apologising, but Dan held up his hand, palm up, and smiled.
"Don't be stupid guys! I'm not pissed off or anything, I'm serious! You guys must be curious. I would be. Let's sit down, and I'll explain all about it."
Scott interjected. "No mate! You don't have to tell us shit. Okay?"
Dan smiled. "I want too Scotty. I think it would actually be good for me. For us."
Scott looked unsure. "Only if you wanna Danny. No pressure. You're our friend, and you don't haveta say or do nothing you don't want to. Understand?"
"Yeah mate. Got it." Dan said. "Come on. I'm sick of getting my arse kicked on this stupid game anyway. Let's sit down, and I'll tell youse all whatever youse want to know. I think it actually might be good for me to, you know, talk about it instead of trying to like hide it all the time."
They sat around the table, nursing drinks, and they talked. Scott and Dan nursed water, while their friends drank Coke, but it was never mentioned or pointed out. Scott poured the drinks, handed them out, and sat down, and no comment was said about it.
"It started a year ago," Dan began. "Well probably many years ago, because I was always a bit accident prone, even when I was just a kid, but it got worse a year ago. I'm a bit like Scotty here, I've always wet my bed, but a year ago, I started wetting my pants during the day, lots more than I did when I was like little, and we didn't know why."
"Did you have like a lot of accidents?" Matt asked.
"More than a 13 year old should! That's for sure," Dan laughed, and the other boys joined in.
"Let's see! There was the time at the skatepark, and ........." Dan didn't go into explicit detail, but he related the basic outline of a few of his mishaps. He spoke about his earlier doctors visits, and how nobody could explain it. Then he told them about Dr Singh, and how he finally got an answer as to what his problem was caused by.
"But you'll eventually grow out of it?" Ali asked, obviously concerned for his friend.
"Yeah, someday, or they can probably do some operations, but I gotta stop growing first. They won't do it while I'm still a kid."
"That really sucks dude." Matt informed him gravely, perhaps in case Dan hadn't figured it out for himself yet.
Dan was about to try and inject a happier note into the conversation, by saying something witty like "Hey, it wasn't all bad. I met my girlfriend at the doctors." But he stopped himself just in time. His friends didn't yet know that Amy was incontinent as well, and much, much worse than he was. If she ever decided to tell them, then that would be her business, not his. He just nodded at Matts comment.
He spent a few minutes describing to them just what it felt like, how it could sneak up on him without warning, and how he had to pay attention all the time to his body. He glossed over the diaper wearing bit, admitting once again to needing them, but not going into fresh territory on it.
His friends were seriously interested. They listened carefully, and asked questions, some of them actually considered and sensible, but although they laughed occasionally, they never once laughed at him, only with him. By the end of their discussion, which had taken a lot longer than anyone would've thought, Dan felt a strange sense of relief. For better or for worse, he had come out! He wondered if this was what a gay person must feel like when they came out. But anyway, it was done, and his friends still appeared to remain his friends, for now at least. How they would react to a diaper change or a big accident would remain to be seen, but one step at a time. At least his secret wasn't something that need concern him anymore.
He wondered what his know-all mother would say? She had been so dead set against him telling anyone, but at the same time insisted that he attend camp, stupid bitch. His mother soon disappeared from his thoughts though.
He wondered instead what Amy was doing. You could probably bet that she wasn't sitting around talking about diapers or incontinence though!
He forgot Nikki was there, however. |
Chapter 5:
Nikki and Amy had met up before the final morning bell on Friday, as Amy made her way toward the grade 7 classrooms. Amy, being a year older and taller than most of the other girls in her year, had no problem in spotting her friend in the crowd. They exchanged greetings, even air kissing each other, and struck up a conversation.
"So, what're you doing tonight?" Nikki asked her friend.
"Nothing I guess. Danny's going to Scotts place, and mums staying home, so I guess I'll do the same. I've got the box set of 'Walking Dead,' so I might watch that."
"OhMyGod! Have you? That's so cool! I've seen a few episodes, and it like rocks!"
"Have you?" Amy enquired. "I've been told it's good, but I haven't seen it yet. Hey! Here's an idea! If you're not doing anything, you wanna come over and watch it? We could have a sleepover of our own while the guys are doing their thing!"
Amy had liked Nikki from the beginning, but had gone through a stage of worrying about how well Dan and her got on. Being a bit insecure underneath her tough exterior was a trait she couldn't shake, and she wasn't proud of it. But after her and Dan had started experimenting with their wetting games, and Nikki had joined in, she had started to feel a bit jealous about Dan and Nikki perhaps getting on a bit too well with each other. That was part of the reason why she had been so keen to set her friend up with Scott, as it would keep her away from Dan a bit. It wasn't that she didn't trust either of them, in fact, it was far from it, but when you lived most of your life as a social outcast, then finally found happiness in a relationship, you would do whatever it takes to protect that relationship. Now, with Scott and Nikki fast becoming an item, she once again felt a lot more relaxed around the younger girl, and enjoyed her company without constantly stressing and feeling insecure that Dan may fall for her. It was nice to sort things out in her own head.
Nikki jumped with excitement. She admired Amy, and looked up to the older girl, and the chance to get to know her better was exciting. Of course she had caught the vibe of Amy's slight distrust before, and could understand it, at least up to a point anyway, but she had never once actually considered making a move on Dan. He was a good friend, but that was all. She would never, ever, in a million years try to interfere with Amy's relationship, but she could certainly understand where Amy's insecurities stemmed from. In fact, Scott was the first boy she had ever actually felt an attraction towards. Dan was a nice guy, but as soon as Nikki had seen Scotts photo, she had decided he was hot. He made her feel kind of tingly in her private parts when she was around him.
It was strange in a way. Nikki got a real kick out of wetting herself, even enjoying diapers, just like Dan did, but the very fact that he 'belonged' to Amy, made him off limits. Now she was dating a guy who she knew to be a bed wetter, and who wore pull ups to bed. The fact that this guy hadn't yet mentioned this to her was inconsequential, she could picture him wearing and using them, and that was enough. She hoped that one day he would feel comfortable enough around her to tell her his secret, and she was happy to wait. She didn't try and convince herself that her and Scott could ever do the sort of stuff that Amy and Dan did, but she hoped they might someday. For the moment, they hadn't done much more than just kinda hang out together, and that was fine, but she hoped to actually go on like a real proper date with him eventually. The problem was, his weekends were largely spent either studying, working, or hanging out with his mates. She hoped to change that one day.
Both girls agreed to call their mothers during the lunch break, and try and get permission.
It had been easier than they thought. The only delay occurred when Amy had needed to visit the nurses office first for a diaper change. She had wet herself in class just before the lunch time bell had sounded, trying to hold on until it went. She had sat in her science class, trying hard not to fidget or squirm, knowing that the other girls would notice her desperation, when, with only two minutes to go, she felt herself starting to leak, and her adult pull up started to swell between her legs. She had remained at her desk, keeping her head down and not commenting or moving, except for slightly parting her legs, while praying like a good Catholic Girl that her diaper wouldn't leak. Her prayer was answered, and although her diaper hung low around her buttocks when she stood up, it contained her misdeed perfectly. But she never felt safe doing a diaper change during a lunch break when a lot of girls used the restroom, so she visited the nurse instead, with whom she was on a first name basis. The nurse didn't actually help her to change, but just let her use the room to give herself the necessary privacy to change by herself. Amy kept a stash of diapers in the office, so she didn't even need to take her school bag, the nurse just knowing what was required, and smiling gently at her as she unlocked the medical room, and the cupboard inside. Amy, as usual, was extremely grateful for her discretion and lack of embarrassing questions.
Five minutes later, the girls had met in the playground, and being finally allowed to use their phones after they had finished eating, had excitedly called their mothers. As it turned out, their parents were more than happy for them to indulge in a little slumber party, and were pleased that their girls were continuing to make friends at last.
"Amy," Nikki whispered, "Is it alright with you if I bring some pull ups to wear?"
"Course it is Nik. You should know you don't have to ask! But I thought your mum didn't buy them for you anymore?"
Nikki looked a bit guilty, but smiled. "She doesn't. But I bought my own out of some money I saved. It was like soooo embarrassing! I nearly died! But I just had to get some, especially after you let me wear yours! I wanted to get the grownups ones like you wear, but they didn't fit me very well, and besides, the supermarket didn't sell 'em, so I bought myself a packet of Goodnites. I even had to get a packet of medium sized ones, which are supposed to fit like ten year olds, but they fit me fine! I'm glad they didn't have the large ones, cause I reckon they woulda been too big. You shoulda seen the look the checkout lady gave me when I bought 'em! I really thought I was gonna die! Truly I did!"
"When was this?" Amy asked.
"Only a few days ago. I actually tried a few times to get them, but I kept chickening out. But the other day, the shop was quiet, and I made my mind up, and Bang! I actually did it! I was kinda proud of myself," she added.
Amy grinned. "Have you, you know, worn one yet? Or used one?"
"I've worn the same one to bed the last two nights," Nikki explained. "But I haven't been brave enough to use one yet. I'm dying too, but I'm kinda scared that mum or Troy will find it in the rubbish or something."
"You could try smuggling it out in your school bag and throwing it in a public bin, you know, like wrapped up in a bag or something?" Amy suggested helpfully.
"Yeah, but mums always poking around in my bag," Nikki told her. "She packs my lunchbox in there, and sometimes just adds stuff, or checks I haven't like left any apples or anything in there. I'd hate it if she found a nappy in there."
Amy nodded her agreement. It sounded like Nikki was definitely in a difficult position.
"Anyway," the younger girl continued, "I've got my own diapers this time, so I won't need to beg off you, and I'm like really keen to like actually, you know," her voice lowered, although there was nobody within earshot, "use one," she finished.
So that evening, Nikki had been dropped off at Amy's house. Unlike Amys sleepover with Dan, it was considered okay for the two girls to sleep in Amy's room, where the air mattress had been set up on the floor near Amy's bed. Nothing more was said about diapers until after dinner, when the girls went back to the room again.
Now Nikki wasted no time. She had bought a sleeping bag, which she rolled out on the bed. "Can I get changed now? I'm starting to need to pee," she said with a tinge of excitement in her voice.
"Go for it," Amy told her, and watched, fascinated, as Nikki reached inside her sleeping bag, and pulled out at least six pink pull ups, complete with pictures of butterflies emblazoned on the front.
Nikki was wearing a lightweight cotton dress that was fairly short. She had been wearing her flip flops when she had arrived, but they were long abandoned, and she was now barefoot. With slightly trembling hands, Nikki reached under her dress, and pulled her panties down, stepping out of them, and leaving them on the floor. Amy looked at them, seeing how stained they looked.
They had originally been white, with pictures of fairies all over them, and pink elastic around the waist and leg bands, complete with a little pink satin bow in the front. But now, they were largely yellow tinged. The crotch was a dark yellow colour, and the staining lessened off the further away from the crotch it got. But even the material just under the waistband in both the front and back were lightly coloured with a pale yellow tinge. In fact, only the very side bits still appeared to be the original colour, and even there they featured grubby finger marks.
"Your favourite pee undies, huh?" Amy enquired with a smile. Nikki blushed a tiny bit, but nodded enthusiastically.
"17 times I've pissed in these without washing them," she announced proudly. They're just about ruined now. I spray them with Febreeze to stop them from smelling too much, but it kinda makes them a bit stiff though."
"Surely you don't wear them to school though?" Amy said, a touch aghast.
"No Ames. Even I'm not that silly! I usually just sit on the toilet in the morning and pee in them, or maybe stand in the shower and do it, then I hang them up in my closet. After school, I do it again! My bestest record, with another pair, was 32 wettings. But I got scared and threw them away. I wish I didn't now, but I'm gonna beat 32 with this pair, just you wait!"
Nikki yanked her little girls Goodnite up and over her hips, only having to give the slightest wiggle to get her backside in, then she grinned at Amy, and lifted her dress up past her belly button, and showed it off, complete with a "tah-dah!"
"Now I gotta go pee," she said.
Amy laughed. "What do you mean, you gotta go pee? You just put a freaking pull up on! Use it!"
"I will," Nikki explained, "But I want to sit in the loo when I use it. Remember, I haven't used one yet, and they're only supposed to be for like 10 year olds, so I don't know if they'll leak or not. I really don't wanna pee all over your floor or anything."
"Wouldn't be the first time the floor in this room has been peed on," Amy said with a wry grin, causing both of them to giggle.
"No Ames. I wanna try one out first before I trust them, I'll be back in a minute,"
"What if I wanted to watch?" Amy asked.
"Next time," Nikki replied, and hurried off to the toilet. Her need to pee was quickly building up, and she wanted to go while she still had some control. If she waited for too much longer, she would end up wetting herself uncontrollably, and while she loved doing that, she really didn't want to risk peeing on her friends floor.
Sitting on the toilet, she removed her dress altogether, and stared at her pull up. She barely had any breasts yet, nor any fat on her tummy whatsoever, so she had a very clear, unobstructed view.
She relaxed, and immediately felt a jet of pee shoot into her diaper. Instinct kicked in, and she clamped down on her muscles, immediately cutting it off. Taking a deep but shaky breath, she relaxed again, but kept a semi hold on her flow, making it trickle out instead of squirting. This was better, and she shuddered with delight, as her stream slowly dribbled out, running over her nearly bald pubic area, before being absorbed in the padding between her legs and underneath her bum. She stopped and started a few times, and her little pull up grew quite thick and heavy, but it didn't leak. Eventually, she figured it must be close to capacity, so with a shaking hand, she reached down, smiling as she felt the swollen diaper squelching in her fingers, and pulled it aside, letting a few unabsorbed drops out, before her bladder finally completely let go, sensing that the timing was at last right. Her powerful stream splattered into the bowl, while the wet padding rubbed lasciviously against a particular spot that she was starting to learn felt really nice to touch. Her fingers got wet while she urinated, but even that felt really nice, she thought.
She let the sodden crotch of her pull up snap back into place with a soggy, wet slapping sound, then rubbed it against her womanhood, again feeling that lovely tingling sensation she was just starting to discover. She shivered again, goose bumps and fine blonde hair sticking up on her forearms, then she stood up, flushed the toilet, slipped her dress back on, and ground her thighs tightly together, ensuring that she wouldn't be squeezing any drops out, but also simply because it felt good to do so. After washing her hands in the adjacent bathroom, she walked back to her friend, but kept forcing her thighs tightly together, enjoying the way her wet nappy squished around against her private area. She was actually a bit short of breath when she got there.
"How didja go?" Amy asked.
In response, Nikki simply lifted her dress up, showing Amy how low her almost filled pull up was sagging between her legs. "Pretty good," she replied.
"Me too!" Amy said, and stood up, dropping her baggy pink shorts around her socked ankles. She had taken to wearing socks a lot more lately, not simply because she liked them, but because Danny liked her wearing them. When he wasn't around, and she missed him, she would picture him looking and touching her feet or socks, because he always liked doing that, and it somehow made her feel closer to him in his absence. Tonight, she was still wearing her white ankle socks from school, because she knew he liked them, even if they were a bit dirty now.
With her shorts now puddled around her feet, Nikki could see Amys adult style pull up, and it looked almost as wet and heavy as her kiddie one.
"Did you do it too?" Nikki asked, and Amys naughty grin was the only answer she needed.
As Amy was pulling her shorts back up over her nappy, Nikki asked, "So, whaddya wanna do next then?"
"Let's ring the guys!" Amy suggested. "See what they're up too!" |
Chapter 6:
The boys settled into some serious gaming. Fifa and GTA both got a workout, as well as COD. Scott's mother appeared bearing bowls of potato chips at one point, and was cheered enthusiastically for her efforts.
Dan had trouble relaxing however. The ever present spectre of an accident was hovering over his head the entire time, and he struggled to relax because of it. It wasn't that he actually needed to pee or anything, as he had gone less than two hours ago, and had limited his fluid intake to just plain water, and not even much of that. But still, it was constantly on his mind. As he waited for his turn to play, his brain kept switching its focus towards his bladder, trying to gauge whether or not he needed to go, or was he just over exaggerating things in his mind. When he decided he could feel the slightest build up occurring, he almost jumped up straight away, but forced himself to remain seated instead.
The problem was, now he had been open and honest with his friends, he had put himself in the spotlight. In his mind at least, every single time he went to the toilet from now on, would be cause for a whispered discussion behind his back while he peed. He couldn't shake the thought that his friends would be talking about him, probably making bets or something about whether he'd made it or not. They'd definitely be discussing his diapers he decided, wondering between themselves if he'd wet himself yet, or not. It was like being a startled rabbit being caught in the sudden glare of approaching headlights. His friends were probably watching him now, wondering how long it would take him to go, perhaps thinking he'd probably end up having an accident before he did decide to visit the bathroom.
The bathroom was a whole other issue in itself. Yes, there was a nice, discrete little bin in there, but if he did need to change, he actually had to get a fresh diaper inside the bathroom first without being spotted. He wasn't concerned about changing before bed, as both Scott and himself would be expected too, but if he needed to change before then, he couldn't very well hide it, unless he took his soiled protection off and went without, and that was an idea he wasn't keen on.
So he was stuck. He didn't want to start just running to the toilet every ten minutes, but he didn't want to take any unnecessary risks either, and he certainly didn't want to be forced into a diaper change because he'd been to stupid to use the toilet because he was being stubborn. Besides, he was wearing a kiddie pull up, not a grownup one, and the risk of an embarrassing leak was significantly higher with them.
This was just stupid! He barely felt the slightest urge to go, so he shouldn't even be considering it. After all, he managed to hold onto larger amounts than this at school every day without any dramas. He wasn't completely incontinent, just a bit leaky sometimes, well, perhaps more than a bit, but it wasn't like he couldn't hold on at all! If only his friends weren't already aware of his last toilet break, at least then they wouldn't be able to judge the next one as too soon or anything.
Fuck it. It wasn't worth the risk of holding on, he decided. He'd just get up, walk to the bathroom, and relieve himself. If the guys were going to wonder amongst themselves, then let them! It would be better to have them wondering, than to take the wonder away by wetting himself. He had made up his mind to just get up and go, when Matt did exactly that. Dan sighed with relief, as that had taken the temptation to leave out of his hands for now. Besides, he could barely feel it anyway.
Him and Ali got handed the controllers, and their head to head battle commenced. It was short but intense, with Dan proving to be the victor, and he quickly gulped some water down while Ali and Scott swapped positions on the floor, with Scott now being the new challenger. Dan was in fine form however, and he quickly defeated his latest adversary, who again swapped seats, this time with Matt, and after another quick drink, the game continued.
Dans concentration was beginning to wane, however. Over the past half hour, his teeny urge to pee had now built up to a real urge, although still only minor. It was no doubt enhanced by the water he kept sipping on between battles, but hey, the chips were damn salty.
He still wasn't bursting or desperate, but now he could actually tell that he did need to go, and he didn't have to try and focus on it, as he was consciously aware of it by now. His gameplay was suffering because of his failing concentration, and defeat was now almost inevitable. He didn't mind this however, telling himself that enough time had elapsed that another pit stop certainly shouldn't raise any eyebrows now. Even Ali had gone again, although he was drinking Coke and not water. Yep, the time was now ripe enough for him to visit the bathroom without it being observed as being overly suspicious.
This was definitely a lot more stressful than holding on by himself or with Amy. At least then, the consequences weren't so dire.
He was about to die in the game, and almost gratefully so, expecting to simply hand the controller over to Ali again, then discretely go to the bathroom, but Matt suddenly paused the game as the door at the top of the stairs opened, and Mary appeared.
"Goodnight boys! I'm off to bed. I've got the early shift in the morning, so try and keep the noise down to a dull roar, alright? Scotty honey, your brothers not coming home tonight, he's staying at Cindys place, but your dad will be home by eleven. For goodness sake, try not to piss him off when he gets home, he's worked overtime tonight. If you guys need anything to eat or drink, help yourselves, but bring it back downstairs, Don't try and take over the lounge room or anything! Just keep out of the way down here, alright?"
"Yes mum, got it," Scott replied, and the other boys murmured their mutual agreement as well.
"How about you, Dan? Everything okay? Anything I can do for you before I go to bed?"
Dan blushed, mentally cursing his mothers big mouth again, but also kind of grateful that Mary had at least been concerned about him enough to ask, and relieved that she had worded her question generically, and not just asked him outright about the state of his clothes, sheets or diapers.
"Thanks Mary, I'm all good," he assured her, so she smiled, said goodnight again and shut the door.
After they heard her footsteps retreating towards the main bedroom at the front of the house overhead, Matt threw his controller aside, and scrambled on his hands and knees across the floor to his bag. He hunched over the open zipper, and rummaged around for a bit, before turning to his friends and holding up his treasure proudly.
"Feel like a smoke boys?" Matt asked, producing a crumpled packet of cigarettes and a lighter.
"Oh, you da man, Matty!" Ali exclaimed with a grin, leaning over for a fist bump.
Scott however looked less impressed.
"Bloody hell Matt, I thought you were giving those stupid things up! 'Specially after what happened to Danny here. You a slow learner or something?"
"What's your problem Scotty? It's not like you've never smoked 'em before! It's a bit late to cop an attitude about it now isn't it?"
"It's not an attitude, shithead. You know I'm not really into smoking. It's just plain stupid! Yes, I know I've done it before, but shit! You know I don't really like it. I thought we agreed after Danny and Amy got caught but didn't narc us in, that we'd take that as a lesson and not do it anymore? We were fucking lucky then guys, why push it?"
"Cause I want one, that's why," Matt replied simply, staring at his friends almost challengingly. "You don't haveta have one Scott, especially if you're gonna go all goody-goody on us! But I want one, and I'll bet Ali does as well?"
Ali looked sheepish. He couldn't bring himself to look directly at Scott.
"He's right Scotty. You don't haveta join in, that's your call. But I'd like one. Why don't you and Dan set up a new game, and Matty and me will sneak out the back? We'll be back in like five minutes. Sorry man," he added.
Scotts shoulders slumped a bit. "Suit yourselves guys. If ya wanna fuck ya lungs up, go right ahead. Just make sure you don't let mum hear you sneaking around, and for Christs sake, go around the side of the fucking garage where nobody can see you, and don't leave your filthy butts on the ground!"
"My butts not filthy!" Ali objected, playfully wiggling his backside in Matts direction, which caused them all to chuckle, breaking the tension a bit.
"Piss off you losers," Scott said, but he smiled. "Danny and me will wait here for you."
But Dan had other ideas. Suddenly, he saw a way of getting back at his mother. He knew the risk was great, but she had really pissed him off today, and he felt like breaking some rules. His earlier plan to pee was now completely forgotten, as he looked at the cigarette packet in Matts hand.
"Actually Matty, I wouldn't mind one of those too, if you've got a spare one that is?"
"Way to go Danny boy! Cause I've gotta spare."
Scott groaned audibly. "Jesus Danny! Think about this! Your mum will fucking kill you if she finds out! Fuck me, you've only just got off being grounded and losing your phone, remember? Remember how you didn't see your girlfriend for like a whole weekend? What'll happen if your mum catches you smoking again? She'll fucking kill you!"
Dan looked at Scott levelly, and spoke in a cool, no-nonsense voice.
"I hear you mate, and I appreciate your concern, but frankly, I couldn't give a flying fuck what my mum thinks or says at the moment." He looked at the other two boys, "So, whaddya say? We going to do this, or what?"
"Sure man, let's go," Matt said with undisguised excitement.
"Sorry Scott, we'll be back in a few minutes," Ali told his friend in a guilty voice without looking at him directly.
Scott shook his head ruefully, sitting down in front of the TV and picking up a controller.
"You guys are fucking nuts," he announced, and promptly turned his attention toward the screen.
The trio of young boys snuck quietly upstairs, feeling equal parts scared and excited about their illicit adventure. The kitchen light was on, but the rest of the house was in darkness, and the barefoot boys didn't make a sound as the padded quietly across the tiled floor. The sliding door to the backyard opened smoothly without so much as a whisper, and they stepped outside into the night.
As they had snuck their way upstairs, the nervousness had kicked in, and Dans need to relieve himself had suddenly appeared in his mind again, but by then, he couldn't very well turn around and go back down again, less he look chicken or something. Never mind, he'd be able to pee outside shortly.
The cold tiles under his bare feet didn't help, and the cement outside was even worse. He wished he'd had the foresight to put his bedtime socks on first, or perhaps even to just have gone to the toilet, then his cold feet wouldn't be an issue. But he'd done neither, so he just winced in the darkness as he followed his mates.
Matty paused briefly, holding up his hand in a "stop" gesture. He flicked his lighter on briefly, just long enough to get his bearings, then signaled for the others to follow him towards the side of the garage.
It was really quite exciting to be sneaking around in the dark, and the three kids were still young enough to have vivid and active imaginations, and although they would never admit it to each other, each of them were partially scared, but also playing imaginary games with themselves as they walked.
Matt was seeing himself as a spy, leading his team deep into enemy territory, while Ali was pretending to be an explorer, discovering a lost city, which left army obsessed Dan, being a brave soldier, (who was wearing a camouflage nappy, although not in his fantasy) trying to escape from a P.O.W. camp.
The chilly night air, the cold cement, and the nervous anticipation of perhaps being discovered at any moment, teamed up with an already full bladder, which had been sent numerous messages promising immediate relief for some time now, made Danny very uncomfortable.
Now, he was in the Danger Zone, and he knew it.
Even under normal circumstances, playtime with Amy not withstanding, he would be immediately looking for a toilet. This is when he would put up his hand, asking to be excused from class. Now is when he'd be telling his mum that no, he couldn't wait until he got home, but she'd have to pull over, and sooner would be good please. He found himself squeezing his boyhood through the Goodnite, and only when he had a handful of padding, did he realise that he was doing it in front of his friends, and he swiftly dropped his hand away, thankful for the cloaking shield of darkness that had hidden his childish shame. They stepped onto the grass, and his toes curled as it tickled his feet at its first embrace, causing him to shudder a bit.
Matt was handing the smokes out, and had to tap Dans hand with it to get his attention, figuring incorrectly that his friend had missed the gesture in the dark. Dans attention was diverted from his immediate problem as he took the offered temptation, and leaned forward to accept the accompanying spark of the lighters flame.
The boys didn't speak, just grinned at each other in the shadows. The intrepid explorer and the dashing spy, were silently still living out their own private fantasies, but the brave soldier was no where to be seen. Dan had completely forgotten his little daydream, and was focusing on how his toes kept scrunching up, his feet moved, his knees bent, and how his left hand, the one without the lit cigarette in it, kept clenching into a fist.
Dan didn't even try to inhale. He was too aware of what the consequences of a smoking induced coughing fit would be. They would probably disturb Mary, and would be caught, but not before he'd wet himself thoroughly.
He was puffing away, when for no reason he could ascertain, he suddenly leaked. It just started dribbling out. He clamped down with his muscles clenched as tightly as possible, and he managed to restrict it greatly, but he couldn't stop it.
His small bladder had reached capacity, no doubt helped along by factors such as nerves and cold, and it was going to continue draining itself until the levels had subsided enough.
He kept trickling.
He felt a slowly creeping warmth underneath his balls, and his penis twitched, letting a larger dribble escape.
Dan waited no longer.
He swiftly turned his back on his friends, pulled down the front of his shorts and his pull up, and peed all over the fence.
When he tucked himself away again, he could feel a warm dampness around the front of his diaper, but it had worked brilliantly, drawing the moisture away and locking it. He was no more than slightly damp, and nowhere near a leak.
"Oh man, I was really busting all of a sudden," he hissed softly, and Matt flicked the lighter briefly, showing his and Ali's grinning faces.
Now his bladder was empty, he could actually smoke properly without fear of coughing, so he inhaled deeply, instantly feeling a touch lightheaded as the smoke reached his lungs, especially after his nervous hold was now over. The boys crushed their butts, made sure they were extinguished correctly, then threw them over the fence into the empty lot.
Dan was extremely aware of the warm wetness around his member as they snuck back inside. He double checked his shorts by touch in the darkness, confirming they were still dry, heaving a sigh of relief when he found that they were.
It was a bit awkward now. His nappy was wet, although not saturated, and it didn't show, which was good. But he had just peed in front of his friends. There was absolutely no way he could possibly go to the toilet and change, as they would no doubt be watching him closely for any signs that he may have had an accident, and another toilet visit, especially one that involved carrying his bag in with him, would only confirm what had happened.
Dan had no choice really. He would have to stay in his wet diaper, at least for now, and put off the idea of a change until the time came to get undressed for bed.
It wasn't ideal, but he knew he wouldn't be smelly after all the water he'd drank, so he'd just have to put up with it. |
Chapter 7:
Dan sat down next to Scott, while the other boys were occupied across the room with something else. Scott looked at Dan appraisingly. "Danny, you know you don't haveta just whatever those two do, dontcha? No ones gonna think anything bad about you for being yourself. It's not like you haveta like impress anybody or anything."
"What are ya getting at here Scott? I'm not sure I'm following you here?"
Scott glanced across at the other boys, making sure that they were still out of earshot.
"Look mate, I'm not sure how much you've picked up here, so let me explain. Matt and Ali are my best friends, same as you now, I guess. But you've gotta put it into perspective. As much as I love the guys, Mattys never had an original idea in his life, and Ali's like a puppy. He'll just go along with whatever's happening. If me and Matt set ourselves on fire, Ali would be borrowing the matches, and Matt wouldn't need too much convincing himself."
Dan looked quizzically at his friend. It almost sounded like Scott was being mean about his best friends, and that was very much unlike him. They were like The Three Musketeers or something.
"I'm not sure I get you on this Scotty."
Scott sighed. "Look Dan. I guess what I'm trying to say, is that your a smart kid. You're better than that. I might be wrong, and I guess you'll tell me if I am, but I reckon you're still in the mindset that you've gotta like impress us or something. I kinda get it I s'pose, you've gotta lotta shit you deal with, and I guess it ain't easy, but you don't haveta just be talked into doing shit just to fit in. Not with us, anyway. Fuck dude, what I'm trying to say, is that your mum is gonna kill you, like for real, if she catches you smoking again, so why do it? It's a stupid thing to do anyway. I can't believe numbnuts over there hasn't learned that yet, specially after what happened to you."
Dan tried to maintain his cool, and not exhibit any emotion, and he succeeded, at least for the most part, but Scotts words had struck a chord with him. He actually felt touched that he'd found a friend who cared enough to talk to him like this. It had been a long time since he'd had friends who actually cared about him. But he managed to keep any emotion out of his voice as he responded.
"Thanks man. I appreciate you looking out for me, but it's not necessary, really. I wanted to have a smoke, not to impress anyone, but because I wanted one. It's like really cool that you'd tell me that, but trust me, I wasn't trying to like show off or nothing. I wanted to have one."
Scott smiled and shrugged. "Okay mate. That's your call of course. It's none of my business what you do, but I just didn't want you to think you hadda do shit you didn't wanna do just to like fit in or something, that's all."
He held out his clenched fist, which Dan bumped, and the other kids were returning, so the dropped the subject. Their little adventure outside wasn't mentioned again, and that suited Dan just fine.
In truth Dan did feel some guilt for smoking, but nothing to do with any promises to his mother, but for his pact with Amy. They had agreed not to smoke anymore, and he suddenly felt like he had let her down. Now, more than anything, he wanted to talk to her again, perhaps to apologise, and admit his indiscretion. But he'd spoken to her not long ago, so he wouldn't call her again, nor would he send her a text. After all, she was having her own fun with Nikki, so he wouldn't burden her with his guilty conscience.
He settled in to watch the other kids play their game, his attention now focused on the wet spot in his pull up. It would be fantastic to change, just in case he did smell a bit and hadn't noticed, or in case he had leaked a bit and missed it, but it was virtually impossible to do a diaper change with nobody noticing. Of course he could always just go and take his wet Goodnight off, and go without protection until he put his night diaper on later, but not only did he not want to take that risk, but Ali and Matt had just seen him peeing outside, and armed with their newfound knowledge about him, they would wonder why he'd needed to go to the toilet again so soon, and might notice that he'd taken his pull up off, which would lead them to the obvious conclusion. No, it would just be easier to put up with his wet pull up until he changed for bed later. Besides, it wasn't like uncomfortable or anything, so he did his best to put it out of his mind.
Eventually it was well past midnight when by general consensus, it was agreed that it was time for bed. Matt and Ali got changed near their respective beds, both swapping their shorts and briefs for boxers.
Getting undressed, or being around others who are getting undressed at that age can be awkward. The boys had to do it at school at least once a week for gym class, not to mention sometimes for field trips, swimming lessons, or sports days.
What makes it awkward is the general curiosity of others. Most boys in the early stages of adolescence are curious creatures. They have stuff happening to their bodies that no amount of sex-ed instructions will sufficiently cover, and they need to compare themselves to others. There's nothing sexual about it at all, merely a need to confirm that the changes happening to them are being experienced by others. After spending the first 12-13 years of their lives with the only real physical changes being getting bigger, suddenly other stuff starts changing as well. Hair starts sprouting where none has grown before, their voices start cracking and changing, and of course their sexual organs change as well. Every adolescent boy knows this, of course, but every boy also go through phases where it seems like it's only affecting them. Some things can appear that they are the only ones being affected, and other things they wait impatiently to start happening, with a real, genuine fear that they are being left behind the curve.
Its never the open topic of conversation in a group environment, more of a whispered discussion amongst close friends when nobody else is around. Every kid in every class automatically knows whose got the hairiest legs or armpits, or whose growing their facial hair the quickest, and the constant worry about penis size is very real.
Most boys have grown up with no qualms whatsoever about being seen naked, especially by their parents or siblings until recently, but now, things are changing, and physical privacy becomes paramount. Now, there's no way they'd ever let their parents walk in on them whilst having a shower or getting dressed.
Conversely though, getting changed around your friends is seen as a badge of honour. It should be done openly, without trying to hide anything. In fact, if a boy should go out of his way to seek privacy, it makes the other boys automatically wonder exactly what the boy in question is trying so hard to hide.
Now obviously not all boys develop at the same rate. In a class of fourteen year olds, there will be a select handful that are nearing physical maturity, whilst another small group may not have even started puberty yet. The majority are stuck in the middle, sometimes yearning for puberty to hurry up and get on with it, and at other times just wishing that things could remain the same, which would be easier.
So boys check each other out. They want confirmation that they are not suffering alone with their body issues. It's important to see that they are not the only ones who haven't developed a full thatch of pubic hair yet, or that their boyhood isn't the only one that hasn't reached the fabled sizes that they've all seen in magazines, online, and in movies.
But there's some unwritten rules which apply though. You should never ever just stare. That's creepy. You shouldn't ever comment either, because that's kinda gay. Turning your back is acceptable while changing, but it shouldn't be necessary to actually leave the room. You need to accept that other boys are going to look at you, and have the faith that like you, they're only curious, and aren't going to just strike up a conversation about your dick. There's nothing more awkward than a bunch of 13-15 year olds trying to casually get dressed around one another, all anxious and curious about what each other is growing up like, while trying to maintain your own privacy, although not to the extent that you need to hide yourself.
So while Matt and Ali got changed, they stood aside, turned their backs, and casually exchanged their briefs for boxers. Scott had seen it all before, and he didn't even offer a glance, but Daniel was a bit more curious. He and Ali shared a gym class, and he was aware that the darker skinned boy was quite hairy by nature, although size wise was just average, but he'd never seen Matt undressing before. They played the usual routine of talking to each other while Dan tried not to be obviously looking, and Matt, knowing that he was looking, tried to stand in a way that shielded his privacy, without trying to appear that he was actually shy or anything. In the end, Dan was a touch surprised to discover Matt, the biggest boy in the group physically, wasn't exactly ahead of the curve in the puberty department. He actually appeared to have even less pubic hair than what Dan had, which made Dan feel better.
The normal rules of privacy wouldn't apply to Dan in this situation, as he was wearing a pull up. Even though his friends knew, Hell would actually have to freeze over before he'd consider undressing in front of them whilst wearing that. It was the reason he didn't wear to school on Monday mornings, because he knew that he'd be getting changed for gym first up.
He was a bit worried about exactly how he would go about getting changed around the other boys, but in the end, Scott, who sensed his discomfort, came to his rescue.
"I'm gonna go get changed Danny-boy. You can use the bathroom after me, okay?"
Dan sighed with relief, trying not to show it as he thanked his friend, who had gathered up his back pack and disappeared into the bathroom, emerging a few minutes later wearing grey sweatpants, with his pull up not being at all noticeable beneath it. Dan was relieved, as he had opted for sweatpants himself, not knowing if the other boys wore pyjamas or not.
He took his turn in the bathroom, where he removed his shorts and pull up, and sat on the toilet, trying his hardest to completely empty his bladder. Instead of throwing the used pull up in the trash, he put it into a plastic bag, tied it securely, and stuffed it into the bottom of his pack. He hoped that by keeping his soiled Goodnight to himself, the other kids wouldn't need to ever find out that he'd wet himself a bit earlier on. He put his white socks on, as was his lifelong habit before going to bed, then taped himself into a big, puffy, adult diaper.
It had been something that he'd given a lot of thought too. Even though the tape on was thicker than the pull up, and therefore not as easily concealed, he'd opted for the extra protection it would provide. After all, his mates knew he'd be wearing a diaper anyway, so concealment wasn't as important as safety. At least it wouldn't leak. He stepped into his baggy, shiny black sweats, safe in the knowledge that not only would they not cling to his butt and make his diaper bulge any more visible than necessary, but also wouldn't show off any wet spot should he leak. He swapped his t-shirt for a clean one. It was an old one of his fathers, black, and way too big, coming down below his backside, and emblazoned with an AC/DC logo across the chest. He brushed his teeth, took a deep breath to steady his nerves, and went back to join his friends. He was aware that they all cast him a subtle look as he re-entered the room, trying not to look as if they weren't checking him out to see if his diaper was visible, but nothing got said, and they chatted away for a while longer before finally deciding to go to bed.
Dan could feel his mood changing rapidly. He was getting extremely tired, and could feel himself starting to get grumpy. The stress of the evening was starting to take its toll on him emotionally. Although he'd certainly had fun, at least up till now, the constant worry about wetting himself, the frank admission to his friends about what it was like, then actually having an accident, albeit a minor one, all had built up into a constant state of stress, with the worst part still to come, the sleeping part.
He didn't get into his sleeping bag, choosing to fully unzip it and use it as a blanket instead, and the protective plastic sheet over his air mattress seemed to rumble like thunder as he crawled in. Scott switched the light off, leaving the bathroom light on, where it showed a strip of light emanating from the crack underneath the door.
As he lay there, trying to be quiet, he could feel his hormonal emotions bubbling up inside him.
He felt incredibly homesick all of a sudden. His earlier anger towards his mother had dissipated, and he missed her, hell, he felt like he actually needed her right now. This was so completely different to sleeping over at Amy's. Even though Scott shared their problem, it was nowhere near the same feeling of mutual safety that he had when he was with her. Oh God, he missed her as much as he missed his mum.
He was overly tired, stressed out, worried about what would happen overnight, and how he might deal with it in the morning. He was scared, homesick, and felt very alone all of a sudden.
Dan forced a cough out, trying to disguise the sudden sob that had escaped him, and as he lay in the dark, he could feel the wetness of tears running down his cheeks as he cried silently. |
Chapter 8:
As they talked to the boys, Nikki and Amy drank a lot of water. They had agreed earlier that tonight was going to be a night for exploring their boundaries in regards to holding on. Nikki had produced a cool-ish bottle of Coke from her bag, and the girls drank that greedily before starting on the water. Amy wasn't supposed to drink soft drinks after dinner, so she made sure to keep the bottle hidden underneath her bed when it wasn't being drank from. She could only imagine the disapproving look that Sonia would give her if she found her daughter drinking copious amounts of soda before going to bed.
By the time "The Walking Dead" DVD was put on, the Coke had been well and truly finished, and both girls were a bit hyper from the instant sugar rush. They were extremely restless and giggly, and had to rewind a few times to watch parts they missed thanks to their incessant chattering.
It felt good though. Good to just be a kid. They laughed at everything and nothing, they played stupid games, threw pillows at one another, shared stuff from their phones, and just totally relaxed. In fact, Amy couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so chilled. Even with Dan, who she felt 100% comfortable with, she was rarely so at ease. When he was there, the mood was usually charged with a simmering sexual tension, or they were urgently and earnestly talking to each other, sharing more and more about their lives, hopes and dreams. Even if it had of been Dan watching TV with her instead of Nikki, he would no doubt be rubbing her feet and legs, and their joint arousal would be an unspoken distraction.
She loved Dan with all her heart, and was even harbouring hopes of perhaps moving in with him some day in the distant future, marrying him, producing his children, and it was simply the best feeling in the world, but as fun and exciting and erotic as that was, it wasn't always relaxing. They spent a lot of time trying not to get caught by their parents, whether wetting, or fooling around. Tonight was different. The worst thing she was doing was drinking soda, and she could just completely chill out, and it was fantastic not to be "on" all the time.
Before settling in to watch TV, Nikki had wanted to change her almost destroyed pull up, and hesitatingly asked Amy if she'd like one as well.
"I know they're not as good as your real diapers," she explained, "but I owe you a few, and I've gotta use them before my mum finds them."
"I'd love to wear one for a change," Amy had replied, then both girls started giggling madly at her choice of words.
As was her way, Nikki didn't hesitate to simply pull her Goodnight down without a second thought, and an amused Amy passed her the packet of wet wipes. Holding the front of her dress up with one hand, she wiped her sparsely thatched pubic mound with some, spreading her legs wide to get every spot clean.
Amy wasn't used to getting undressed around other kids. At school, she always used a toilet cubicle to hide her diaper, and even after swimming lessons she kept a towel in place around herself as she stripped out of her wet bathers, but tonight she was feeling brave, reinforced by the light headed sugar rush she was experiencing, so she had followed Nikkis lead, taking off her shorts and diaper, then openly cleaning herself in front of her friend.
Nikki was eyeing her enviously. "Wow you're pretty Amy! You're so much more grown up looking than what I am! I still look like a little kid. I wish I was as mature looking as what you are."
"I'm a year and a bit older than you Nik, remember? I wouldn't stress too much. In another year I'm sure you'll fill out just fine."
"I hope so Ames. I mean, look at this. These are pathetic!"
Nikki pulled her dress over her head, and stood almost naked in front of her friend, with her pink Goodnight being the only thing between her, and total nudity.
"I've seen boys with bigger tits than these! They're pathetic! I hope I can get a big chest like yours someday. What's it like actually having a figure?"
Amy was a bit surprised. It was a question she had never really asked herself. Up until only recently, (See: meeting Dan) she had done her best to not stick out too much. The semi-goth look was big, as it allowed her to dress in baggy pants or skirts, long t-shirts, or at least knee length dresses, almost always predominantly black or at least very dark, as it acted as a good camouflage for her diapers. It had taken a lot of reassurance from her boyfriend to make her realise that she was in fact not an ugly freak. She was just now starting to wear brighter colours and use less eye makeup, as she started to at last feel comfortable about her body. Her next move was purely impulsive, and something that a month ago she never would've dreamed of doing.
She pulled her t-shirt over her head, leaving herself standing naked, apart from her slightly grubby white ankle socks, her large breasts proudly on display, as she performed a pirouette. At first she clamped a hand demurely across her naked chest, but forced herself to drop it, and for the first time in her life, she stood proudly in front of another girl whilst wearing no clothes.
"This is what you're gonna look like soon Nik. Trust me. You're already beautiful, and when you fill out a bit more, you're gonna be absolutely gorgeous."
The naked girl and the diapered girl stood opposite each other, taking it all in. One wasn't used to being naked around others, while her friend wasn't used to being seen in a diaper. It was an exhilarating experience for both of them, naughty and exciting at the same time.
Neither girl spoke, but just looked at each other instead. Amy could see just how skinny Nikki actually was. It was no wonder that she still fitted into a medium Goodnight. Her hips were basically non-existent, and her tummy was completely flat, without a spare ounce of flesh to be seen. Her chest was definitely flat, with only the first signs of boobs starting to show, but even naked, she had a certain self assuredness about her body, regardless of what she might think about it.
In contrast, Amy was the polar opposite. She was closer to being a woman than a girl these days, and had filled out nicely. Her tummy was flat, albeit scarred, her hips were well rounded, her backside high and taut, resembling a ripe peach, and her boobs were large for a girl her age. Her blonde hair, streaked with purple for tonight, cascaded over her strong shoulders in straight waves. She obviously lacked the confidence in her body that her friend had, but by sheer force of will, she made herself stand openly for the younger girls inspection.
A silence fell upon the room. It wasn't uncomfortable at all, but somehow charged with tension. Both girls visually took in all that was before them, before it suddenly started to suddenly feel awkward for some reason. Trying not to appear as if she was hurrying, Amy deliberately took the offered pull up, and slid her socked feet into it, pulling it up over her hips. It fitted, but only just, and it was pretty tight around her waist. It felt nice though, certainly thinner and lighter than what she was used too, and the butterfly design on the front was absolutely adorable.
Her first thought was just imagining how much Danny would like to see her like this, in socks and a kiddie pull up. She may have to borrow one for later, she decided. She was aware that her nipples had gone hard, so she quickly slid her shirt back on, then her shorts. She glanced at Nikki, who was still watching her as she dressed, but making no move to get dressed herself, and saw her friend had a contemplative expression on her face. It appeared that the younger girl was on the verge of speaking, but she gave a silent shake of her head instead, before slipping her own pull up on, followed by her dress. Neither girl mentioned the sudden change of atmosphere, and Amy busied herself by taking a large drink of water, then passed the bottle to Nikki, who took it gratefully, apparently glad of the distraction.
They settled onto Amys bed again, laying side by side, their legs occasionally touching, and restarted the DVD. |
Chapter 9:
By the end of the first series, both girls were wearing wet pull ups. Amy had ended up pulling the top sheets and blankets off the bed, leaving them sprawled out on the bottom sheet, which had a waterproof protector underneath it.
"Just use your nappy," Amy had instructed her friend, when Nikki had been about to pause the show for a much needed bathroom break. "Don't worry about leaks. Believe me, I've got heaps of spare sheets! The whole trick is, try and pee slowly, like a pre-emptive strike. If you flood it, it'll leak for sure, particularly these kiddie pull ups, but if you let go slowly and control it, they'll actually hold a fair amount."
Amy had produced an old blanket from her closet, and they snuggled up together on it, and started experimenting. Amy went first, starting off by retrieving her pink pacifier from her drawer, which made Nikki laugh gaily as Amy put it in her mouth, before spreading her legs apart and giving a running commentary on what she was doing. Her words were slightly garbled as she spoke around the pacifier.
"I'm letting go now. Here it comes, I'm trying to hold it back a bit, ooh, now, ohh it's starting! There! I just peed a bit, oh! A bit more........I'm leaking slowly now, Niiiikkkiiii! I'm doing it! I'm peeing! I can't sto....yes I can! I stopped it. No I didn't! I'm still leaking I think! Argh! My bums all wet! Wait......that's better, yep! I've got this now! I'm controlling it."
She pulled her pink shorts up tightly around her groin, the fabric stretching tautly across her padded region, showing the outline of her pull up perfectly. Both girls stared in rapt fascination at her groin as she gave her running commentary on the action going on inside her diaper, with the pair of them waiting for a visible wet patch to appear, but none did.
"There ya go!" Amy announced proudly. "Pissed my pants and ya can't even tell!"
Nikki wasn't convinced. "Roll sideways Ames, let me look at your butt."
Amy did as she was instructed, rolling away from Nikki, who examined her friends backside with a giggle.
"FAILURE!" Nikki declared with a laugh! You gotta wet spot!"
Amy reached behind herself, running a hand quickly across her backside, pausing to tug at a suddenly discovered wet patch. She tried to crane her neck around far enough to look, but couldn't, so she had to make do with looking at the light blue blanket she had been sitting on instead, exclaiming "Shit!" in a loud voice, upon discovery of the small plate sized wet spot on which she had been sitting.
"Bloody kiddie pull ups! I love the feeling of wearing them, but they simply don't hold as much as the grownups ones!"
She settled her wet backside back onto the wet patch on the blanket, then drew her socked feet upwards, raising her knees and parting them, giving her hand access to slip between her legs and allow her to tug and explore the wet area with her probing fingers. Nikki got up to stand at the foot of the bed, where she could see between Amys parted thighs, giving her a view of the highly visible dark patch that was in sharp contrast to the light pink cotton.
"My turn!" Nikki announced eagerly. She wasted no time at all in jumping back on the bed to face Amy, and sitting Indian style, with her legs crossed and her feet tucked against her thighs, as she held her dress up high, fully exposing her pink pull up.
"I might already be a bit wet," she announced, before slipping a finger into her leg band and rubbing the padding in the crotch and shaking her head. "Nope. Thought I was for a second, but not yet. I will be in a moment though!"
Her face became expressionless as her gaze lowered to where Amy was looking, directly at the butterfly on her crotch, waiting for it to fade away like Amys had.
"Righto. Here I go. I'm trying to pee slowly......and......here it comes.....and, OHMYGODICANTSTOP! Wait! There! I've got it. Amy! I'm peeing myself now! But I'm controlling it this time! Oh God, it tickles! But it feels reeeeaaallll good! There! I'm done!
"Did I leak?"
Amy inspected the area of blanket between Nikkis thighs with the seriousness of a CSI technician examining a crime scene for vital evidence. She had her friend roll sideways as well, but was able to report back that it appeared that Nikkis pull up had handed its job better than what Amys had. During a giggly discussion, the teens agreed that it probably came down to a better fit for Nikki as much as any other factor. Either that, or it was a control thing. Nikki certainly had better control at regulating her flow than what Amy did, although as she informed her friend, when she genuinely lost control, she usually couldn't stop until her bladder was emptied.
"That's what I thought was gonna happen at first," she explained. "I kinda hadta push a bit to get started, then I couldn't stop for a few seconds. But I managed too at last. Is that what doing a pre-emptive strike is like for you Amy?"
It wasn't the first time that they'd had that discussion, but it was the first time they'd had it while wearing wet diapers, and that somehow made it more fun and exciting, adding a definite "naughty" feeling to the whole thing. Amy thought it felt really liberating to be openly using her dummy in front of her friend as well. The use of the dummy, the feel of the wet pull up, the sight of the wet patch on the blanket, and the topic of conversation all made Amy feel very little, just as she did when she played little games with Dan. It wasn't nearly as good as having Daniel actually there, but like wearing socks, it made her feel somehow connected with him in his absence.
Even though she was thoroughly enjoying her time with Nikki, she would've happily swapped her for Danny in a heartbeat.
The girls made absolutely no effort to get changed at all. Nikki let her dress fall down again, but Amy still caught glimpses of it whenever the younger girl shifted her position on the bed. A slightly nervous moment ensued when Sonia knocked and walked straight in to say goodnight without waiting for an invitation, and Amy had a slight panic that her mother might see the wet patch that she was sitting on, but she apparently didn't see anything, and must've assumed that the blanket had been taken out for Nikki to use. Amy had indeed been lucky to spit the pacifier out and over the side of the bed mere seconds before the door had opened. Both girls said goodnight, then collapsed in nervous laughter when Sonia finally left. As worried as what Amy had been about her mum seeing the wet blanket, Nikki was just as worried about being caught wearing a wet pull up. Sonia didn't know about her daughters friend wearing them for fun, and that's exactly how they wanted to keep it.
"So, do you wanna try wearing a tape up to bed tonight?" Amy asked, after their diaper wearing discussion entered its second hour.
"Of course I'd like to!" Nikki replied. "But they probably won't fit me. You know how your adult pull ups are like wayyyy too big in me? Well, the tape ups are only gonna be the same, surely?"
Amy looked contemplativley at her. "Maybe. Maybe not. You get a lot more adjustments with the tape ons. There's tapes for the legs as well as the waist, and I can help you put one on, that's if you wanted me to of course."
Nikki looked delighted at the idea. "Oh Ames, would you? Really? I really wanted to try one, but I didn't want to ask, and I was afraid they wouldn't fit me anyway, not after wearing the pull up ones. I'd love to wear one to bed, especially if I could just pee into it and not worry about it leaking! That'd be like a dream come true!"
Amy had to stifle a laugh at Nikkis enthusiasm. There was no denying that the younger girl really liked wearing diapers. Amy wondered what her own reaction to them would've been like if she'd never HAD to wear them. Would she still have a secret desire to wear, like Nikki definitely did, or would she feel a general disgust towards them, as so many other kids did? Her and Dan had discussed it before, and came to the conclusion that a lot more people would actually like wearing them, if only they would try them first before judging.
"Okay Nik. You go to the toilet, if you want to of course, that's up to you. But brush your teeth, and take that wet diaper off. You can use a plastic bag under the sink, and throw it into the diaper bin in the bathroom. Don't worry, mum won't find it. I empty that bin myself, and there's zero chance she'd start undoing plastic bags in there to look inside. There's a clean washcloth in the drawer of the bathroom bench. Give yourself a good clean down there, then when ya come back, I'll help you to put a real, big diaper on. You're gonna love it I reckon!"
Nikki did as she was instructed, and was soon back, and positively glowing with excitement. "What now?" She asked nervously.
"Okay Nik," Amy replied, "Just lay down on the edge of my bed, and I'll put it on for you I guess."
Nikki, being Nikki, wasn't at all self conscious about sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling her dress up nice and high, exposing her pelvic region completely, and lying back. Amy looked seriously at her friends diaper area, and voiced a concern.
"You've got a bit of a rash starting down there Nik. Are you itchy or anything?"
"Not really Ames. Well, perhaps a little bit, I guess. It does feel a bit sore around my legs. Whaddya mean 'a rash?' Like a diaper rash?"
"That's what it looks like Nik. Trust me. I'm an expert on diaper rash. Don't panic though, I've got some really good cream you can put on it, that usually helps a lot."
Amy put her pacifier back into her mouth, and went to her chest of drawers and started rummaging around in the lowest one. Nikki craned her head to watch, and was rewarded with the sight of Amys backside sticking high up in the air, with the big dark pink wet patch showing up across her bum cheeks in an almost perfect circle. She found her hand sliding down and brushing across her moist girlhood as she watched, but took it away before her friend turned around again.
Amy squirted a small amount of slippery barrier cream in each of the junctions of Nikkis thighs, and a bit around her sparse pubic hair. She took the girls hand, gently guiding it down.
"There, there, and there Nik. Rub that in nice and thick, and I'll diaper you."
Nikki started rubbing the ointment in slowly but firmly. She kept watching Amy as she did so, who at first had her attention on the sore looking areas, but she noticed her friend was looking at her, so she raised her glance, and they locked eyes.
Nikki lay back, gently rubbing the cream all around her sex, whilst her gaze remained firmly on the beautiful girl in the pee stained shorts with the pacifier sticking out of her mouth. She was rubbing it in with firm, even strokes, and Amy kept looking at where she was touching herself.
"There. How's that look Amy? Did I get it all?"
Amy noticed one dollop of ointment had been missed on the inside of Nikkis left leg.
"You've, um, missed a little bit Nik...."
"Could you get it for me Ames? I just can't see from this angle I'm afraid."
Amy was almost in a daze. Something felt right, but wrong at the same time. She didn't allow herself any time to think about it, she just reached down and put her index finger in the dollop of barrier cream, and started rubbing it in, using soft but firm circular strokes. Before she knew that she was going to do it, she had squeezed a bit more ointment out, and was rubbing that in as well, enjoying the way that Nikkis flesh was so soft and pliant beneath her fingers. She started sucking on her pacifier more hurriedly, and her gentle massage increased in intensity, and for a short while neither girl uttered a sound.
Nikki suddenly let out a groan of pleasure, and her hips arched upwards off the bed. Her eyes had been closed, but they came open then, and the girls locked their eyes with each other.
Amy suddenly seemed to realise exactly what she was doing, and started to pull her hand back, but Nikki was quicker, her own hand moving with the speed of a striking cobra, grabbing her hand, and forcing it to remain where it was.
"More please?" Nikki asked with a whispered voice, and Amy complied, continuing her ministrations and pressure. Nikkis hand guided hers towards her sensitive area, and pushed on it, urging her wordlessly to keep rubbing, and Amy complied, feeling her fingers getting wet with additional moisture.
Neither girl spoke, but suddenly Nikkis hips thrust forward once more, and her legs spread wider at first, then clamped together tightly, trapping Amys hand between her thighs. Nikki moaned loudly, and Amy could feel the slippery skin beneath her fingers vibrating like a tuning fork. She kept rubbing as Nikkis hips bucked upwards, and a groan of pure ecstasy escaped her. The pacifier fell from Amys mouth, bouncing almost unnoticed onto the floor, as Nikkis skin grew extremely warm under her firm touch. Nikkis hips thrust forward once, twice, and on the third time they stayed arching up, her bare bum off the sheets, and her eyes twisted shut as she exclaimed "Oh. My. God. Amy....." before collapsing back onto the bed, with a fine sheen of sweat on her brow.
Neither girl spoke at first, but they continued to stare at each other. It should have felt more uncomfortable than what it did, considering what had just happened, but somehow, it didn't.
"Amy," Nikki said quietly, "That was my first time. You know, doing that all the way. I've never been able to make that happen before now. That was really good. I probably shouldn't say this, but thank you. Very much." She smiled, appearing to glow in the aftermath of her first orgasm.
Amy wasn't as weirded out as she probably would've thought she'd be after such an encounter. It wasn't anything that she'd ever in a million years thought that she'd ever do, but now it was too late, and it was done, she discovered that she really wasn't freaked out in the slightest by it.
"I enjoyed it too Nik. But we're not going to do it again. You know that, right?"
"If you say so Ames. You're probably right I guess, but fuck it, it felt really awesome though." If she was disappointed by Amys reaction, it didn't show, and she appeared quite relaxed and excited about achieving such a milestone.
Nikki laid back, and raised her backside off the bed, allowing Amy to expertly slide the big, puffy diaper underneath her. She focused on the task at hand, and was careful not to make any contact with Nikkis exposed private area. She did the tapes up like a pro, making a couple of adjustments before making Nikki stand up, so she could examine her handy work.
"There! Toldya I could make them fit you," she said proudly. "These tape ons have a lot more adjustments than the pull ups. You should be able to use that tonight and not worry about it leaking." Nikki was impressed by the secure fit, and effusively thanked her friend, going to the mirror to examine her diapered butt from every angle.
Amy picked up another diaper, along with the tube of cream and her pyjama pants, and turned to leave the room. Nikkis voice halted her before she got to the door.
"Amy, um, if you, you know, um, like wanted me to like help you, you know, with the cream and stuff, I'd, uh, be like happy to, ya know?"
Amy paused. A little voice deep inside was screaming at her to accept Nikkis offer. The thought of Nikki actually 'helping' her to apply the diaper rash cream was incredibly attractive. She paused momentarily, but Dans face suddenly appeared in her mind, and she mentally shook herself, forcing herself to turn around towards the door again.
"Thanks Nik. It is tempting, but no. Like I said, what just happened here isn't gonna happen again, and neither of us is ever gonna mention it again, especially not to others, and especially not to Danny, understand?"
"Sure Ames. If that's what you want. But just remember, I'm always here for you if you want me to be, okay?"
Amy blushed as she left the room, glad of the distraction of getting herself ready for bed.
When she returned, Nikki was fast asleep on her bed, curled into a ball with her back to the middle, the air bed on the floor apparently forgotten, and the pee stained blanket balled up on the floor. Amy added her wet shorts to the blanket, and considered her options. She could wake Nikki up, and get her to move, or she could sleep on the air bed herself, perhaps.
In the finish, she did neither, choosing instead to lay beside her friend on the bed. She put her pacifier back into her mouth, and dragged her old teddy bear out from underneath the bed from where it had fallen last night. She turned the light off, and rolled over, away from Nikki.
Suddenly Nikki wriggled, and her thickly padded backside scooted across the bed a bit, where it made contact with Amys likewise padded butt.
Thats how the girls slept for most of the night, diapered rear ends pushing against each other, while Amy cuddled her bear and sucked her paci.
She didn't wake up when she wet herself later, but her nappy contained it well. |
Chapter 10:
Dan slept well at first, then restlessly. He awoke at 2am, and struggled to get back to sleep. A couple of his friends were snoring softly, and although they weren't making much noise, for a kid who isn't used to sharing a room with others, it sounded thunderous. Also, the air mattress wasn't as fully inflated as it could've been, and therefore wasn't completely comfortable. Throw in his constant worry about wetting himself, and his additional homesickness, and it was a recipe for insomnia.
For awhile, he thought the tears might start again, but he wasn't focused enough to cry. Although he couldn't sleep, he was exhausted, and he couldn't seem to concentrate on anything. His mind swam with mixed images. Amy, his mother, his room at home, Amy, his bed, what time it was, and Amy. He yawned, stretched, rolled over, but couldn't get to sleep. He felt absolutely no urge to urinate, but considered getting up and trying anyway, just in case, but the thought of struggling with diaper tapes in a brightly lit, strange bathroom at 2am for no reason was enough to give him pause. He wished he had his pacifier with him. That would certainly help him to get to sleep, but there was no way he was ever going to bring that to a slumber party.
He pulled his phone out, playing with that for awhile. His pre-paid credit was nearly out, so he didn't want to waste it by using data unnecessarily, so he distracted himself by looking at photos of Amy, and re-reading their old text conversations. All that accomplished however, was to make his heart ache even more, and make him wish he was with her, or at least be at home, where he could at least masturbate with privacy whilst he thought about her.
After a few minutes of mucking about with his phone, the tiredness came back, threatening to overwhelm him again, and he thankfully shut his phone down, enveloping his corner of the room in darkness once more. This time, he put his thumb in his mouth, using it as a pacifier substitute, and in no time at all he had finally drifted off to sleep once again, although not deeply.
The next time he woke up, it was just after 5, and he was wet. Actually, to be accurate, he was in the process of wetting. He had woken up with his thumb still in his mouth, and the feeling of hot pee trickling over his balls and into his butt crack. He instinctively and automatically assumed "The Position," rolling flat on his back, flattening his legs out straight and slightly spreading them. Vast previous experience had taught him that this was the safest way to wet your diaper while lying down to prevent leaks. He didn't panic and grab at himself or anything, nor did he try to immediately stop. Instead, he just tried to slow the flow to a trickle, but kept dribbling enough to ensure that he would be emptied enough to be no longer leaking when he stood up. If he tried to get up before he finished, he would no doubt leak everywhere. It was a much safer idea to stay put, at least until he regained control again. Eventually he did, and his exploring hands couldn't detect so much as a damp spot on his sweats, so he knew that the bed was safe without having to resort to using his phones flashlight for confirmation.
When Dan was absolutely sure that the accident was over, he threw back the sheets, and silently gathered his backpack, standing quietly, and carefully making his way to where he could see the strip of light shining from underneath the bathroom door. He quietly and stealthily crept towards the sanctuary, stepping into the brightly lit laundry/shower/toilet combo without waking his friends up, and heaved a sigh of relief as he locked the door behind him.
He set his pack on the bench, and went to work like the seasoned professional he was. He took his pants off, then his diaper, and sat on the toilet, pushing hard to completely evacuate his bladder. Whilst the last of his pee was being forced out of him, he was already rummaging in his bag for his supplies. A packet of wet wipes was retrieved, and a generous handful was used to clean himself thoroughly between his legs. A plastic bag was next, for the heavy diaper and wipes to go into. Like his pull up before, he deposited the new bag back into his pack, as the thought of his friends seeing evidence of his accident, even in the rubbish bin, was too horrible to consider. An adult pull up was taken out and put on. Not because he'd need protection any more at this hour, but because his friends knew he was wearing a diaper, although they remained ignorant of the style, but if he was suddenly seen to be undiapered when they awoke, they would obviously know what had happened. Only after pulling his pants back on and washing his hands, did he flush the toilet, wincing at the thunderous sound, then he quickly snuck out and crawled back into his bed.
He could notice the first signs of a watery grey morning light struggling to make itself known through the small, high windows near the ceiling, and he felt himself physically relaxing properly for the first time.
The night was virtually over, and he'd done it. He'd managed to spend a significant amount of times with boys his own age, and open up to them. He'd shared stuff that a few weeks ago he never would have dreamed of sharing. He had slept in the same room as them, and had ended up wetting himself not once, but twice, and by careful management, had gotten away with it. By careful planning, he had successfully dealt with his problem in a mature way, and had gotten through his biggest test to date.
A thought suddenly crossed his mind, that maybe, just maybe, his mother was actually right, and he needed to step up more in dealing with things. But with hardly any effort, he was able to quickly push that thought out of his head.
His mother was still a bitch. End of story.
Daniel found his eyelids growing heavy, and he welcomed the drowsy sensation that almost washed physically across his body. He was still emotionally and physically drained from lack of sleep, and nervous tension, and he hardly noticed his thumb sliding back into his mouth again. Minutes later, he was snoring softly himself.
He wasn't exactly sure precisely what had woken him up a couple of hours later. But his eyes had opened, and he found himself laying on his side, one arm tucked under his pillow, the other resting across his tummy, and he was looking directly at Scott, seeing him clearly in the morning light.
Scott was standing with his back to Dan, hunched over, and reaching down for his backpack.
Dan could easily see the round outline of the large wet patch on the backside of Scotts grey cotton sweatpants.
As the other boy straightened up, turning around with bag in hand, Dan automatically shut his eyes, feigning sleep, as he heard the boy's footsteps padding past his head, and the bathroom door opening and closing. Less than a minute later, the shower came on.
Dan sat up, cautiously looking around. He located the sprawling forms of Ali and Matt, and could instantly tell that they were still fast asleep.
Pulling the covers back, Dan stood up quickly and quietly, with the confident litheness of a young boy, sure-footed and balanced, as yet unburdened by life's later aches and pains. He took five quick strides, silently traversing the room to where Scotts bed was set up. Dan glanced at the other two sleeping boys, ensuring that their status hadn't changed, and he bent over, pulling back the top flap of Scott's sleeping bag.
The inside had a bright red quilted liner, and in the middle of that liner, was a tell-tale wet spot, about the size of a saucer. Apparently, Scotts kiddie pull up had leaked.
Dan dropped the flap down, and silently crept back to his own bed, just as the water shut off. He returned to his original position, but left his eyes open a crack, as the bathroom door opened, then almost silently closed, obviously having been shut with care.
Scotts bare feet soon passed in front of Dans eyes, and he opened them as his friend walked past with his back to him. Scott's hair was dry, as was his pants. Dan was confused by this at first, until he saw Scott stuffing at something sticking out of his backpack. It was the leg of a pair of grey sweatpants, identical to the ones he was wearing now.
He watched as Scott pushed the sleeping bag aside, pulling just the thick blanket over himself instead. It didn't take long for Scotts body to assume the relaxed, natural position of a person asleep.
"Scotty certainly handles it well," Dan thought to himself as he yawned. "Good plan having identical pants to change into, and I guess he's got a shower cap in there. Pretty slick."
That was the last coherent thought Dan had for awhile. Sleep again claimed his young mind, and he fell into a deep, relaxing slumber. |
Chapter 11:
The boys were awake by 9:00 o'clock. It didn't take long for the jokes to start, and soon they were picking on each other mercilessly. Matt and Ali took their turns using the bathroom immediately, and Dan followed afterwards. He went in, peed, and was back out two minutes later.
"You, uh, can grab a shower if you need one mate." Scott informed him. "I, um, kinda already had one earlier."
This was the closest thing to mentioning bed wetting that had been said, and although it was slightly awkward, Dan was pleased it was out in the open. No doubt every other boy in the room would be wondering if Dan was currently wearing a wet diaper or not. Although it felt a touch uncomfortable being the centre of attention in relation to what the offer a a shower represented, Dan was actually pleased to be able to address it openly.
"Thanks Scotty, but I'm good. I don't need one this morning," he patted his groin area through his shorts, "I'm actually dry."
Scott smiled at him. "Good for you mate. It's great when that happens, isn't it? I hadta have a shower awhile ago. I wasn't so lucky."
It felt weird talking so openly about bed wetting, but none of the other boys so much as batted an eyelid at it. It was obviously a conversation that they'd had many times over the years. But it was a definite relief to actually say out loud that he was dry. There was little doubt that the others would've been at least curious.
And they never had to know about the two wet diapers stashed in the bottom of his backpack either.
Mary cooked the hungry boys bacon and eggs for breakfast, and during their ravenous demolition of it, Mary's phone rang, and she disappeared to answer it. Dans phone soon beeped with an incoming message of his own. At home, he wasn't allowed to have his phone at the table while he ate, but the rules were obviously a bit looser here, and all the boys were checking Facebook and the like as they ate and laughed, so he didn't hesitate to pick it up instantly, hoping it may be a message from Amy.
It wasnt. It was from his mother. She had needed to go into work unexpectedly, and was letting him know that Mary had kindly agreed to drop him off home when she took the other kids home later. Sue wouldn't be back until at least 4, possibly even 5 o'clock, and Dan was to wait at home for her.
This was a major frustration of course. He had hoped to be able to visit Amy later, but apparently that wasn't likely to happen now. He had little money on him, and although he could probably afford to catch the bus, they didn't run as often on the weekends. He could ride his bike, he supposed, although it would be a pretty long ride, and Sue really didn't like him going off too far by himself. Besides, she had made a point of telling him to stay home, and no doubt Sonia would narc on him if he did manage to get to Amys anyway. He sighed with frustration, but had to force himself to smile politely when Mary suddenly appeared, pausing to confirm what he already knew about her taking him home. Remembering his manners, he thanked her graciously for all her help, and he was rewarded by her ruffling his hair and complimenting him on his how well mannered he was, and what a delight he was to have around. This of course lead to much teasing from his friends, and he had to duck when Scott threw a dish towel at his head.
Soon it was time to go, and the three visiting boys said their goodbyes to their friend, and piled into Mary's small hatchback for the trip back to their respective homes. Dan hadn't peed again since getting up at 9, and now, at 11:00 o'clock he was just starting to feel the slightest of urges. It certainly wasn't terrible yet, and he knew that he could easily hold on for at least another hour or so, so that's what he planned to do. If he had of been home, and about to leave for school, he would have undoubtedly gone to the toilet as a matter of priority, but knowing he was going home to an empty house, he decided to hold onto his pee instead, and have some relaxing wet playtime while he had the house to himself.
The trip home was uneventful, and he was the first one to be dropped off, perhaps 40 minutes after having his conversation with Mary, and even by then he still wasn't busting, although by that stage his need to urinate could no longer be ignored completely. He thanked Mary yet again, and remembering how he hadn't stripped his bed down, he apologised, and assured her that he hadn't created any "extra washing" for her to take care of.
Mary had to suppress a grin at his earnestness. As he tried his best to sound polite and grown up, all the while trying to tell her that he hadn't wet the bed without actually using those exact words, he suddenly looked very young and vulnerable. Her heart went out to this boy who suffered from the same humiliating condition that her own son did, and even worse with the daytime incontinence, and she wanted to hug him and tell him it was okay. But she would never do that of course, as she knew the embarrassment could conceivably kill him at his age. She kept a straight face as she watched his face redden, and she assured him again that he was always welcome. At least Matt and Ali didn't start stirring him as he managed to finally turn away from the car with an inner sigh of relief.
As he unlocked his door, he realised that he was about to grab himself. The nervousness of the recent situation had apparently accelerated his need to pee, and he was suddenly a lot more desperate than what he had been only a few minutes ago before he had gotten out of the car and started talking. He cringed again at the memory, allowing himself the relief of squeezing his boyhood through the thick, adult pull up. Psychologically at least, it took the edge off the severity of his urgency.
Dan was determined not to hurry. He had all afternoon to set himself up for a real accident, and that's what he intended to do, although he knew he wouldn't need all afternoon. He was swiftly approaching "The Danger Zone," and he would be wetting himself one way or another before much longer. But regardless of how long it took, he was determined to enjoy it while he could.
He gave some serious thought to his thinking process as he trudged up the stairs. He didn't really understand exactly WHY he was planning on wetting himself that day. In reality, it didn't make much sense. He had spent sssooooo long hating his incontinence problems, that setting himself up for a deliberate wetting was actually kinda stupid.
He understood that he liked seeing Amy wet herself, that was a given, albeit a strange one. He had thought at first that his attraction to Amys wetting was probably part of just sharing their special secret together, and it mostly was. Their joint IC issues were certainly a major bonding agent, at least at first, but he couldn't deny how it had now grown past mutual acceptance and into something more, something sexual.
He would still give anything in the world to cure his condition, but at the same time, thanks to Amy, he was quickly learning to not only accept it, but to occasionally embrace it.
This was one of those times.
As he kicked his shoes off, and started emptying his pack, his mind came to a conclusion. He decided that after spending a full night around his friends, living in almost constant fear of having an accident or wetting the bed, (indeed even getting away with it,) that the opportunity to now just relax, and to stop worrying about his bladder every second of the day, wasn't something that really needed explaining.
It was going to be almost therapeutical, to just hang around the house in a diaper, and allow himself the opportunity to use it without stressing out constantly.
"Face it," he told himself, "Diapers are a part of who you are now, at least for the moment, and you can't pretend otherwise. Pretending is what you've just done, hanging around with normal kids pretending to be normal yourself. But you're not normal Danny. You're incontinent. You wear diapers. They're part of who you are now buddy. It's no wonder that you just wanna relax and wear them, because THATS what's normal for you!"
He was happy with his conclusion, and decided not to dwell on it anymore. He was going to stop pretending, and just relax with a diaper on, and nobody would be around to judge him for it. |
*Warning. Messing content ahead*
Chapter 12:
Dan emptied his backpack, disposing of the wet diapers in his bathroom bin. He added his dirty clothes to his hamper, and after sniffing his bag, sprayed some deodorant into it. He removed his black sweatpants, and his t-shirt, and now clad only in his adult pull up and white ankle socks, he retrieved his pacifier from his bedside drawer, looking at it longingly for a second before stuffing it greedily into his mouth, feeling his bladder twitching as he started sucking hungrily at it. He gripped himself through the diaper as he felt the wave of relaxation washing over him. He noticed the same sensation sweeping over him as what Amy had often explained about sucking on her thumb, it really did make his urgency to pee suddenly exaggerate itself. He put one socked foot on top of the other one as he sucked his paci, and squeezed his dick through the padding, feeling it twitch as his bladder struggled to hold back the flood of pee that it contained. The knowledge that if he did happen to lose control, that it simply wouldn't matter, was fantastic, and he allowed himself to relax at last.
He went into his mothers room before going downstairs, pausing to check her bedside drawers for cigarettes. She had supposedly given up, but he harboured some doubts, but he was surprised and a tad disappointed not to find any secret stash of smokes. "It's probably a good thing," he told himself, as he walked downstairs to the kitchen, pausing only to fetch a towel from the linen cupboard as he walked past. He found a tub of chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer, so he made himself a generous bowl, along with a glass of milk, thanking his lucky stars that he wasn't lactose intolerant like Amy. Taking his feast of dairy produce into the living room, he folded the towel in half twice, placing it across the seat of the couch cushion that he settled in to, before plonking his diapered butt onto it, and putting his pacifier onto the arm of the couch, and his socked feet onto the coffee table.
The television was switched on via the remote, and with a minimal amount of searching, he found a channel doing a Simpsons marathon.
Dans feet were spread wide apart on the table as he devoured his ice cream, and he occasionally dripped some onto his bare chest, making him shudder, but he merely wiped it away with his bare hand, leaving a sticky smear behind. He didn't particularly care about getting dirty, as he fully expected to be having a shower at some stage soon. His widely spaced legs did absolutely nothing towards him maintaining control of his bladder, but he kept resisting the impulse to cross them, although he allowed himself free reign to squeeze himself and his nappy whenever he felt the urge was becoming to great to ignore.
It was during one of those squeezes, just as he finished his last mouthful of ice cream, that he felt a sudden jet of warmth shoot out of his penis, into the safety of his padded crotch. His knees came up involuntarily, and his toes curled as he tried in vain to grasp himself firmly enough to stem the flow, but he made a conscious effort not to cross his legs nor sit up straight, and he was rewarded by a steady trickling sensation spreading its warm luxury around his balls. He had genuinely lost control, and like waking up whilst peeing this morning, he forced himself not to panic, and just merely wait it out, trying to regain at least enough control to manage the flow, even if he couldn't stop it outright. It took nearly ten seconds, but by then he was only trickling, and he knew his nappy could cope with it.
Now his bladder had been teased by partial relief, it demanded total satisfaction. But his level had dropped enough so as he could control it, at least for the moment. He forced himself to stand up, scrunching his eyes tightly closed as another jet shot out of him as he stood up, but that appeared to be what was left undelivered from his urethra, as his bladder protested loudly at the discomfort it was in.
Danny took a quick glance at the towel on which he'd been sitting, confirming that it was still dry, and he swapped the empty bowl for his paci, and waddled outside with a groan, now almost desperate to just let go and get it over with. He went outside into the back patio area, where he couldn't be seen by any neighbours, and he sat himself down on a mesh based outdoor chair, and put his feet up on another two opposite to his, underneath the table. He put the pacifier into his mouth again, and again bent his knees slightly, but this time, he didn't try and hold on, nor did he push, he just relaxed, and sighed with relief as his bladder took its cue, and a torrent of hot pee flooded out of him, completely drenching his crotch, and appearing too quickly and in too great a quantity to be successfully absorbed, and within seconds he had hot, acrid smelling pee, running from the waistband, the side elastic, and the leg elastic around his bottom, and a splattering sound announced where the overflow was hitting the concrete beneath his chair.
Dan didn't care at all. He sucked greedily at his pacifier, and his legs scissored a bit, while his bum crack tickled at the feeling of hot wetness trickling through it, and his toes kept curling, as he shuddered with relief as his body's temperature changed as the urine pooled beneath his seat.
Dan kept his muscles relaxed, allowing his bladder to completely drain as much as possible of its own accord. It was only when the flow had stopped altogether, that he gave a sharp push, and was rewarded with the last jet of urine shooting out. He pushed again, and this time no more pee escaped, but he suddenly farted.
The boys stomach suddenly gurgled. He usually always sat on the toilet after breakfast, before going out anywhere, but he hadn't done so this morning. In fact, he hadn't sat on the toilet and moved his bowels since before leaving the house to go to Scotts yesterday, almost 18 hours ago. Now he wasn't so distracted by a full bladder, he realised that he could probably poop if he wanted to.
But that could wait for awhile yet though. He would be going upstairs for a shower soon, and he would go then. If he went now, he'd be taking his freshly wet nappy off, and the whole point of doing this was to relax and enjoy his wet diaper for a while. He stood up, being careful to keep his socks out of the puddle. His swollen diaper now hung low on his hips, and his slightly chubby tummy stuck out over the top of it, decorated as it was by sticky ice cream smears. Dan turned the hose on briefly, washing his pee puddle away, knowing how it could leave a stain on the concrete if it sank in. He even managed to keep his socks mostly dry as he did so. As he walked around the patio, the action of walking squeezed pee from his diaper, which unhesitatingly ran down his legs, wetting his socks from the top anyway, so he wasn't too concerned about staying out of the puddle.
As he was putting the hose away, another gurgle escaped from his tummy as it rumbled a bit. He could feel more gas building up, and being safely outside and out of sight and earshot of anyone else, he bent forward and pushed a bit, grinning with an adolescent humour at the sound of escaping gas as it vibrated out of him loudly. He was almost wishing his friends were there, as they would certainly share the humour of a good fart with him, no doubt rolling around on the ground in mock discomfort, probably giggling madly and throwing things at him while they laughed at how gross and disgusting it sounded.
But his brief foray into imagining his friends reaction was brought to an abrupt halt. Suddenly, something inside his gut shifted, and he felt his bowels suddenly filling, then threaten to evacuate. He stood up quickly, clamping down and stopping the applied pressure mid-fart, and swallowing nervously as he felt something almost slip effortlessly from his anus.
He had come within mere seconds, and mere centimetres, from messing in his diaper.
Even as it was, he couldn't be 100% sure that absolutely nothing had escaped, but he was pretty sure that he had contained it by the barest of margins. But his bum was itchy now, and that wasn't always a good sign. He remembered how when he'd pooped in his underpants a few years ago, his bottom had suddenly became very itchy.
Dan waddled carefully back into the living room, trying hard not to drip any pee onto the carpet. He picked up the towel, and wiped his diaper and legs thoroughly, absorbing as much as he could by pressing the towel firmly against his nappy, squeezing as much excess out as he could. His stomach protested again, and he could feel his anus struggling to remain closed, as another cramp gripped him across his lower tummy.
Dan turned to hurry upstairs to the bathroom. He hadn't really wanted to remove his wet diaper so soon, but apparently nature had other ideas. He simply had to poop very soon, or he would likely be having another accident, the sort that Amy sometimes had.
That thought struck him as he put his first foot on the bottom step, and he paused, gripping the bannister with one hand.
"The sort of accident that Amy sometimes had........."
The thought resonated through his brain. He thought of how Amy sometimes pooped her pants, and how she was having a sleepover with Nikki, and how Nikki had admitted messing her pants on purpose sometimes, and how she had claimed to enjoy it......
Interesting. Amy had messy accidents, and simply hated it, while Nikki liked doing it in purpose. Just like how Dan hated wetting himself accidentally, but was beginning to like it on purpose, something that Nikki had already discovered long ago.
Yes. Definitely interesting.
Dan wondered what it would be like. You know. To mess himself.
Only a month ago, he'd hated wetting, but had grown to like it. Perhaps messing might be the same?
If he was ever going to find out, now would be the perfect time.
Shaking with a blend of excitement and fear, the young boy went back outside again, still sucking nervously on his pacifier, and carrying a towel. He stood trembling, legs partly spread, and relaxed, then pushed, and he was rewarded with a wet, gurgling noise as another fart escaped him. But again, he was fairly sure that no hitch hikers had tagged along for the ride. His stomach cramped again, demanding that something be done about his burgeoning bowels, but it was like he had stage fright. He couldn't bring himself to actually poop. It was ridiculous. He'd just been sitting outside quite happily, thoroughly wetting his diaper without a care in the world, but now, he suddenly felt extremely self conscious. He couldn't even force himself to go.
Picking up his towel again, he entered the house once more, proceeding directly to the stairs. He had to pause half way up, because his heavy diaper kept slipping off his hips, threatening to fall below his knees if he didn't hold it in place. It was starting to stretch itself out of shape, and he ended up holding it up by the front as he hurried into his room, again farting, this time uncontrollably as he entered.
Shutting the door behind him, he felt the last vestiges of stage fright leaving him. He was now safely in his room, the most safest place in the whole universe. A place where he usually came to avoid embarrassing situations, to escape from the horrors of potty accidents, not usually to indulge in them.
Dan dropped the folded towel on the floor in front of his mirror. He straddled it, turning side on so as to see his diapered butts reflection in the glass. He tried to ignore his image, which looked quite ridiculous, showing a diapered teenage boy, sucking a paci, wearing nothing more than a heavy, sagging nappy and dirty socks, with a chubby tummy bulging over the waistband as well, and he focused on his backside instead.
This time, he didn't have to push very hard. He relaxed his sphincter muscles, and with the barest of gurgles, he felt something sloppy and wet sliding effortlessly into his diaper. He stood up quickly, pulling the nappy back up as high as it would go, running his hand across the leg guards, making sure that they were still fitted properly, then he hunched over once more, this time actually pushing, and he was instantly rewarded with the loudest, wettest sounding fart that he'd ever produced. It kept rumbling out of him, the sound being briefly cut off from time to time, as a liquid waste flowed from him, occasionally muffling the sound of escaping gas.
He noticed how his reflection was turning red in the face, and how it appeared to be actually biting the dummy clenched between its teeth, and he forced himself to relax, as a final evacuation escaped him, causing him to grab the incredibly heavy diaper with both hands, as he quickly waddled into the bathroom, feeling something warm and sticky coating his balls. The smell was almost instant and overpowering, and he almost gagged as he gingerly stepped into the shower.
Dan learned a few valuable lessons over the next couple of minutes.
He learned that he should always take his socks off before removing a messy pull up, as it only creates more washing if you don't.
He learned that a plastic bag is no good at all if it's left on your bed and not taken into the bathroom with you.
He learned that an unbagged, dirty diaper has its own special aroma while left open on the bathroom floor while its owner has a necessary shower before retrieving the aforementioned bag in which to dispose of said diaper.
He learned that cleaning yourself up after a messy accident can actually cause you to dry heave, and that there's no way to completely avoid getting at least some mess on your hands.
He also learned that even a bag isn't always enough to contain the smell of a pooped diaper, and you may need to take it to the rubbish bin down the street in the park so that your mum doesn't smell it.
He was also pleased to learn that ceramic tiles are fairly easy to clean, thank goodness, although it's not always easy to wash semi solid waste down a shower drain without "helping it" to escape.
But the biggest thing he learned, is that the experience wasn't completely terrible. It wasn't something that he could envisage himself doing on a regular basis, but it was kinda fun. It certainly made him feel incredibly little while it was happening.
Once he was back from the park, he diapered himself into a camo pull up again, put his footie pyjamas on, and settled in front of the TV watching cartoons and sucking on his paci. He had considered masturbating first, but whilst he had enjoyed the experience of messing, it didn't arouse him at all, just put him in little space for awhile.
He even dozed off in front of the television, his last nights interrupted sleep finally catching up with him.
When Sue arrived home, that's how she found him, curled up on the couch in his footies, with his pacifier in his mouth. She smiled at her big/little boy for a moment, then woke him for dinner, as she'd purchased KFC on the way home, one of Dans favourites. |
Chapter 13:
Sunday morning broke with the promise of a nice day ahead. Although the weather was definitely getting cooler, especially at night, the early morning rays of sunshine and the hint of clear blue sky that Dan could see through the crack in his curtains was a good omen. He stretched out indulgently, his toes curling inside his footie pyjamas, and his wet diaper sliding across his backside. But even the newfound knowledge that he'd again soaked his nappy during the night, wasn't enough to take the edge off his good mood.
Amy was coming! And so were his friends!
This had all evolved during a whirlwind of texts and phone calls the previous evening.
Amy had rang him, wanting to come over and spend the day, and of course he had happily agreed. Sonia had to go out for the day, and Amy didn't want to go, so rather than stay home alone, she had pleaded to go to Dans place instead. Neither of them had a lot of money, so their options for entertainment were going to be limited, but they didn't care, they just wanted to see each other. Just hanging around the house would be good enough.
She had called him on the home phone, and as he sat on the floor of the hallway talking excitedly with her, his cell phone had rung. That had been Scott. Matts dad, a builder, had an urgent job to do in Dans street, and had agreed to bring the boys with him so they could visit their friend, that is of course, if Dan wanted them to.
What followed was Dan holding two conversations at once, making sure that Amy was completely cool with the idea of his three friends being there as well. A trip to the park for a kick of the football was the centrepiece of their grand plan. Amy thought that was a great idea, getting them out of the house for a bit of fun, without any grownups around was always better than lounging around watching TV. So it had been planned. Amy would arrive around 9, and the boys a bit later. Sue had groaned a little bit at the thought of having a house full of children running around so early on a Sunday morning, but she still grudgingly agreed. After all, it hadn't been very long ago that she had been concerned about Dans lack of friends. Now he was making friends, even getting his little girlfriend, she couldn't really complain.
As for Dan, he felt like a little kid on Christmas morning! Not only was his girlfriend coming, but this would be the first time his mates would be at his house. He'd even tidied his room up. Well, a little bit. Even though he'd sometimes stay in bed until at least ten on a Sunday morning, he didn't mind getting up early for this.
He might be a Good Little Catholic Boy, but they weren't really a church-going family, and besides this was going to be way better than attending church.
He bounded out of bed, examining his sheets. Although his diaper was heavy and hanging low, he hadn't leaked, and his pyjamas and sheets were unscathed. He opened his window to air the faint taint of pee from the air, and picked his paci off the floor, where it had fallen during the night. He stripped off his babyish pyjamas, and hid those, with his paci in his bottom drawer. He'd already hidden his diaper stash there the previous night, tucked under an old blanket. He always kept his packaged diapers in the spare room closet anyway, only taking a few at a time into his room, which he could easily hide. Currently, under the blanket, were 4 Goodnights, and 3 each of the grownup tape ons and pull ups. He took a pull up, and wandered into his bathroom.
Dans diaper felt heavy, but his need to pee indicated that he must've wet awhile ago. The weight hanging from the back reminded him of how his diaper had felt when he'd pooped in it yesterday. It had felt weird. The act of doing it had been kinda fun, certainly making him feel very little and naughty, but the clean up had been unpleasant. He wondered if he'd ever do it again, and felt a bit guilty when he realised that he probably would.
As he turned the shower on, the sound of running water went straight to his bladder, and he found himself suddenly pressing his knees tightly together and hunching forward, in a desperate attempt to stop himself from wetting. It was completely an automatic response, and it was only when his sodden diaper squelched against his boyhood, that he remembered that he was still wearing one.
He afforded himself a grin in the mirror, as he adjusted the water, sticking his hand under the flowing warmth, and relaxed, feeling fresh warmth enveloping his balls. He stood like that for a good thirty seconds, warm shower water running over his wrist and hand, while his already over-taxed diaper eventually failed, and a different sort of warm water started running down his hairless leg, over his bare foot, soaking into the towel on which he stood.
Once his bladder had emptied, and the wet patch on the towel between his feet had grown to the size of a large plate, he broke his gaze with his reflection, ripped the diaper tapes off, bagged and binned it, and stepped into the shower.
His boyhood was fully erect, standing proudly out of his little thatch of pubic hair, and the thought of taking himself by the hand for some relief was almost overwhelming, but Amy was coming over, and although their chances of doing anything naughty were like microscopic with the guys there, you could never be too sure. The thought of Amy perhaps helping him get some relief later was enough to stop him from touching himself. Mostly. Anyway, he could always play with himself later.
He dressed himself in his footy gear. His blue and gold West Coast Eagles jumper, and his tight little blue football shorts that Amy had liked so much. He was wearing a camo kiddie pull up, and it scrunched beneath him as he sat on the bed to pull his knee length blue and gold Eagles socks on. Now dressed like his football playing heroes, he padded downstairs in his socked feet to have breakfast.
Sue smiled at her son. It was cute seeing him dressed in his footy gear, going to play outside with his friends. She knew that this wouldn't last for much longer. Within a year or two, he might still be kicking a football around, but he wouldn't dress like his idols anymore. He was right on the cusp between childhood and adulthood, with his special footy outfit, his footie pyjamas and newfound use of his pacifier again, (which she was beginning to suspect had little to do with him giving up smoking,) offset against his growing social life, his recently rebellious behaviour, and his girlfriend.
It was nice to see there was still a bit of childishness left in her little boy, at least for now. She wasn't in any particular hurry for him to grow up too quickly.
Dan was rinsing his plate, and the large glass that had contained apple juice, when Amy knocked at the door. They managed to contain their emotions well enough, opting for a chaste kiss on the cheek each, before running upstairs holding hands, with Sue yelling out for them to keep the bedroom door open, making them giggle.
Once inside his room, (door left open) they kissed properly, embracing each other while the giggling like fools. Dan stepped back, taking in the sight of his girlfriend, and feeling his penis twitching inside his pull up as he did.
Amy was wearing a strappy black top, sleeveless, exposing glimpses of the black sports bra she wore underneath. Tied around her waist was a boys flannel shirt, the arms knotted around her flat belly, dropping in front of her baggy pink sweatpants, the same ones he'd seen her wet before. She kicked her shoes off downstairs, and her feet were clad in grey cotton socks, with pink heels and toes. She looked quite athletic, in a comfortable sort of way.
"What's with the sweats, Amy? I thought you only wore those around the house?"
"Gotta have something to kick a football in, Danny boy! I've never tried kicking one of these Australian footballs before. Gotta be comfortable!"
"What? You're going to play too? I thought you were just gonna watch!"
Amy sneered at him good naturedly. "Why? Cos I'm a girl? Guess what mate? I'm gonna kick your arse at this stupid Aussie football. Real men play Rugby ya know! But you might have to teach me," she added sheepishly.
Dan laughed, agreeing immediately. "But you might get a bit hot running around in thick sweatpants. Didn't you bring any shorts?"
"Yeah. But my diapers are so visible in shorts Danny! Especially if I run around. That's why it's usually baggy dresses or skirts or sweatpants or jeans. But I can't really kick a football in jeans or a skirt, can I?"
Dan nodded, seeing the logic behind her thoughts. Before he could speak, she spoke again, surprising him with her words.
"Besides Catholic Boy, you might wanna think about what you're wearing as well......"
He looked befuddled, casting her a curious eye.
"I can see your diaper," she informed him. "Danny sweetie, you know I love your little footy shorts, but they're so tight, your pull up is showing. Even a stranger could tell what you're wearing under them!"
She guided him over to the mirror, standing behind him, with her arms around his middle and her head on his shoulders, her long blonde hair, heavily laced with green stripes today, cascaded over the bare arms that stuck out from his sleeveless jumper. They smiled at their reflection, and she gently raised the front of his jumper past his belly button, fully exposing his royal blue shorts.
His breath caught in his throat. The outline of his pull up was clearly visible beneath the tight fabric, especially around his bottom, and the waistband was stick out in at least 3 places. His heart raced as he tried to remember if he'd ever worn these in public with a pull up on before, but he soon relaxed, realising that he wore them for swimming more often than not, and never with a diaper on before now, except for the swim diaper he'd worn at Amys, and that didn't count.
Christ! His bloody mother! She must've been aware of just how close he'd come to completely humiliating himself in front of his mates! She must've seen it! It was so fucking obvious!
The fact that he hadn't noticed it himself, slipped conveniently out of his mind. He sighed with frustration, making Amy laugh teasingly.
"Don't stress Danny! Just put a looser pair of shorts on! Maybe your orange ones? They hide your protection really well?"
"Thanks Ames. It's just that Scottys a Dockers supporter, and they're like the Eagles worst enemies. Scotty said last night he was gonna wear his gay Dockers stuff. I wanted to show him what a real team looks like."
"Boys," Amy muttered, shaking her head. "You'll still have the jumper and those cute socks Dan, just different shorts."
"No babe. I know what I'm gonna do. I'll take the pull up off instead. I really want to wear all the gear today."
Amy looked concerned. "Do you really think that's wise Dan? Going out with the guys unprotected?"
"Yeah babe. It'll be sweet, trust me. We play footy all the time at school, like nearly every lunchtime, and I never have an accident. I just make sure I go to the boys room before I have lunch, and again before I go back to class. Besides, we're only going down the road to the park for a little while. I'll pee before I go, and it'll be cool. You know how long I can hold if I really have too. I can always piddle in the bushes down there in an emergency."
It made sense, and she told him so. He went into the bathroom to swap his pull up for briefs, regretfully refusing her kind offer of help, worried about his mother catching them, damn her.
Safely changed, with no diaper to embarrass him anymore, they relaxed on the bed, but not side by side, lest they get caught. Amy laid back, and Dan sat on the side. She put her socked feet on his lap, and he gave her a slow foot rub, causing them both to occasionally moan softly with pleasure. They chattered aimlessly, talking a lot about nothing in particular, and it was good.
When the knock on the door sounded, heralding the arrival of the trio of young boys, Dan had to compose himself, giving his erection time to settle down before at last running down the stairs holding Amys hand, to greet his mates in the kitchen. |
Chapter 14:
Dan gave the guys a tour of the house, after pouring everyone a glass of Coke, which everyone accepted gratefully. His friends were impressed with the pool and his room, and they chatted amongst themselves comfortably. Amy couldn't stop laughing after hearing stories about the boys previous nights sleepover, although Dan neglected to tell her that he'd been smoking again, and she told them, especially Scott, about what her and Nikki had gotten up to, although she left out a few pertinent details. Amy and Dan had already discussed their personal diaper dilemmas before the boys had arrived, and she was pleased that he had managed to get through the night without any embarrassment. She had told him about how herself and Nikki had enjoyed using their diapers around each other, (which he'd obviously enjoyed hearing) but had somehow failed to mention how they had been a lot more hands-on than usual whilst helping each other get changed. Dan simply didn't need to hear that, she'd decided.
After the grand tour, the kids spent some time just lounging around talking and drinking soda, and it didn't take long for them to finish the bottle, so they decided that they would stop and grab some more on their way to the park. Scott was dressed like Dan, but in his Dockers gear, with his baggy grey sweatpants over his purple shorts, and had bought his football, and the rivalry was already starting to show. Without wasting any time, they said goodbye to Sue, and started walking to the park.
Sue mentally cursed herself as she watched her son leave. Earlier on, he had been wearing a pull up, but when he returned from upstairs with Amy, he'd obviously taken it off. Whether or not he'd wet himself was irrelevant, and she didn't care. What bothered her now, was the fact that he was going out unprotected. She had meant to pull him aside and remind him to pad up, and go to the toilet before he left, but she hadn't had the chance. The kids had been just hanging around for awhile, then suddenly announced their departure, and she had been caught offside by it. She couldn't exactly just pull him aside, and remind him to "go potty," or risk his friends overhearing her mentioning her sons nappies, so she had just let him go, trusting that he was managing his condition maturely, like she wanted him to, and had had the foresight to pee before he left.
If she had of known that he was now holding a large glass of apple juice, and not one, but two glasses of Coke in his undersized bladder, and hadn't peed since he'd used his nappy before having a shower earlier, before even having breakfast, then she would have had absolutely no second thoughts about pulling him aside and talking to him. But as it was, all she could really do was say goodbye with a smile, and tell the kids to simply have fun and be careful.
A stop at the shop for drinks and snacks saw the kids stocking up, and Dan and Amy pooled their meagre funds together, buying a large ice tea and packet of potato chips to share.
Once at the park, Dan gave Amy a quick lesson on how to hold and kick the oddly shaped ball. Kicking an Aussie Rules football is an acquired art, and can't be simply done in a five minute lesson, but surprisingly, Amy wasn't too bad for a beginner, especially for a, you know, "girl." She wasn't likely to be immediately selected to play for either the Eagles nor the Dockers, but she could at least make contact, and get a small amount of height and distance, although with a bit of wobble on the ball. The boys were supportive, laughing and cheering her as she kicked the ball around, giggling and grinning. Playing sports wasn't exactly her forte, and it felt good to be running around having fun, even if it was with a pack of boys.
Soon, Matt and Ali were at one end, leaning into each other, pushing their opponent around, while Scott, with his sweats now removed, was with Dan and Amy at the other end, but Amy let the boys do all the physical stuff, choosing to stand back laughing as they pushed each other around.
One side would kick the ball to the other, while the receiving end would push and shove, trying to mark, (or catch) the tumbling ball. Amy soon learned that although it seemed important for the boys to mark the ball, they generally took turns in letting each other kick it, although it wasn't entirely uncommon for the winning marker to suddenly take off, bouncing the ball as they ran, while their opponents tried to tackle them. Dan and Scott were a lot more gentle with Amy than with each other, and generally let her have a go, all the while offering tips and encouragement.
Scott, the natural athlete of the group, was a bit more talented than Dan, and on a few occasions outmarked him, then side stepped with ease, before effortlessly punting the ball in the other direction, easily out manouvering their attempts at tackling him.
But Dans fortunes changed, when a high ball floated towards them. He gave a gentle push with his hips, knocking Scott off balance briefly, and marking the wobbling ball above his head. "GO EAGLES!" Dan shouted, deftly stepping aside, his attention on his stumbling mate, before side stepping, and attempting a running bounce of the ball.
Dan made two mistakes. First, running and bouncing at the same time is difficult, and he fumbled it, watching in dismay as it almost bounced away, and his attention was fully focused on regaining control again. Secondly, he forgot about Amy, who, up until now, had left the rough play to the boys.
But now, she saw her chance. Dans attention was completely on the bouncing ball, and how to regain it. He wasn't even looking at her as a threat. He was nearly past her, when she lunged out, surprising him by wrapping her arms around his waist, trapping his arms against his body, and dragging him to the ground in an almost perfect tackle, while the ball spilled free. The look of shock on his face as she dragged him down, holding on tightly, was purely priceless, and Scott, Matt, and Ali erupted with cheering and laughter as the pretty girl bought her boyfriend down perfectly, although she did end up almost on top of his back, while he sprawled face first into the ground.
"Go Dockers!" Amy yelled, much to the delight of the other boys, who continued whooping it up and cheering wildly.
Dan himself had started to laugh at first, the shock of the unexpected challenge soon replaced with a certain pride in his girlfriend, but his laughter was short lived.
He lay there, spread eagled and face down, laughing to begin with, until he felt a sudden spreading warmth around his genitals.
He was wetting his pants, and he couldn't stop. |
Chapter 15:
Amy had rolled off Dans back, giggling madly, aware of the fact that her diaper was wet, but not actually sure of exactly when or how that had happened. She hoped she hadn't leaked, but couldn't do anything about it now anyway. Her boyfriend was laying flat on his stomach, and was laughing at first, but then suddenly became quiet. Scott had been joined by Matt and Ali, and the three boys were whooping and cheering her tackle, but had stopped to grab their drinks. She got to her feet, and surreptitiously pulled briefly at her crotch, relieved to feel dry fabric between her fingers. She swatted Dan playfully on the butt, then extended her hand to him.
"Come on Catholic boy! Get up!"
"I can't," he hissed, and she could tell right away that something was wrong, triggering an immediate concern. She thought that she must have somehow hurt him during the tackle.
"Danny? What's up? Are you okay sweetie?"
"No Ames, I'm not. I've just pissed myself." His voice was wavering, and she could detect tears being held back, but didn't know what to do. This was bad.
The boys saw Amy reach down, with her hand offered, and saw Dan continue to lie there, not taking it. Suddenly, they realised that something wasn't right, and, like Amy, immediately thought that Dan must've hurt himself. They quickly jogged over to see what the problem was. There's little worse than being a kid, and having a friend getting hurt. You have to get them home, or fetch a grownup, and who knows how well they'll take the news.
Scott was the first to speak. He offered Amy his Coke, and tried to sound casual and not worried. "Great tackle Amy! C'mon Danny, it's not that bad mate. You okay? Get up dude!"
"I can't," Dan repeated, his voice hitching, starting to cry.
"What's up man? Are ya hurt?" Matt asked, suddenly concerned.
Dans meagre self control left him in a rush. He took a shaky breath, and the truth exploded out of him.
"I can't get up Matt. I've just hadda accident. I've wet myself."
Silence fell upon the group, and nobody knew where to look. Amy was studying the boys faces, waiting to jump immediately to Dans defence if necessary. If a single one of these boys dared to say the wrong thing, she thought that she would possibly scratch their eyes out. But for a few seconds, nobody said a word.
This was a long way away from the normal conversation that young teenagers are used to having. They didn't even discuss Scott's bed wetting anymore, just pretended like it didn't happen, choosing instead to ignore it, and let him deal with it himself. But, ignoring your friends embarrassment during a ten second morning walk to the bathroom, is a lot different than having your friend wet his pants in the middle of the day in a public park. It couldn't just be ignored, but what exactly should you say? Eventually, Ali broke the ice.
"C'mon Danny. It's not the end of the world. What happened? Did your pull up leak? Don't stress dude, but you're gonna haveta get up eventually. You can't just lie there all day."
Dan was openly crying now, which was almost as embarrassing as wetting his pants, but like that, he had started and couldn't stop. He folded his arms together, and dropped his face into them, as sobs wracked his body. Amy dropped to her knees beside him, and gently rubbed his back, making a "Shhhh" noise, as she tried to comfort him.
It took Dan a couple of sobs to regain control of himself again, realising that Ali was correct, and regardless of his wet pants, he couldn't just stay there all day. He would need to get up eventually. But maybe just not yet. To stall for a moment, he pushed himself up on his elbows, and wiped at the tears on his face, leaving dirty streaks behind.
"I'm, uh, not wearing a pull up Ali. I shoulda been wearing one, I was earlier, but it was like super obvious, so I took it off. I thought I'd be okay for awhile, and I swear I didn't even think that I need to go, but I guess I musta. When Ames tackled me, I just wet myself when I hit the ground. A lot."
"Oh Danny! I'm so sorry!" Amy blurted out, the tears in her own voice obvious to all.
"Don't be sorry Ames. It was a bloody awesome tackle," Scott said with a laugh. "Old jelly legs here just proved again why the Dockers are a much better team, that's all!" He offered an outstretched hand to Daniel. "Come on mate. Let's get it over with. Stand up, and show us what we're dealing with here."
Dan looked perplexed. "Whaddya mean 'we're' dealing with?" But he reached for Scotts hand anyway,
Scott answered as he pulled his friend upright, first to his knees, then to his feet. "Exactly that, doofus. You're our mate. Mates help each other. Stop being a baby, and let us help you, okay?"
When Dan stood up, the damage was obvious. His tight little royal blue shorts were saturated. There was a huge wet spot, which ran from the elastic waistband, and covered almost all of the front. As he stood, a trickle ran down his left leg, but everybody pretended not to notice. His hand went self consciously to his crotch, and he grabbed at it, wincing at the feeling of wetness beneath his fingers, and totally aware of the fact that his hand wasn't big enough to even half cover it. The very bottom of the hem of his blue jumper was obviously wet as well, but it wasn't long enough to pull down and offer any concealment. He felt very vulnerable and exposed, and wasn't entirely convinced that his crying fit had indeed finished for good.
Amy ignored the soaked shorts that her boyfriend wore, and approached him directly from the front, pushing herself against his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissing an errant tear from his dirty face. It offered only a momentary concealment of his shame, but he was nonetheless grateful, and hugged her tightly against his chest, but did pull his hips back, not wanting to get her pants wet with his pee. "Don't get upset honey. We'll sort this, okay?" Amy whispered in his ear. He could only nod numbly in reply.
Ali was the next to speak. "Mate, let's go and sit down on the bench. You can have a drink and calm down, and we'll work out what to do, okay? Maybe I can run back and get you some clean clothes?"
Dan allowed himself to be led to the bench, where he sat down gratefully, allowing himself the luxury of crossing his legs, and pulling his jumper down, hiding his shame at least a bit. He took a big drink of ice tea, composed himself, and considered his options.
"Thanks Ali. But it probably wouldn't work. Mum'll see you, and wanna know what you're doing. I'd really like to get away with it without mum knowing if I can. If she knows I was dumb enough to go out without my protection, she'll only give me another stupid lecture. I reckon I'll just haveta walk home like this, and I'll like try and walk behind you guys, and hopefully nobody will see me. I fucking hate this..,..."
Scotts face brightened as an idea came to him. "Hang on Danny-boy! I've got an idea. Here! You can wear these!"
He handed Dan the baggy grey sweatpants that he'd been wearing earlier. Dan took them, but looked at him dubiously.
"Thanks Scott. But in case you haven't noticed, I'm covered in piss. I don't wanna get your pants all wet."
Scott only grinned. "Danny, I wear these to bed when the guys come over for our sleepovers. Trust me, it won't be the first time that they've been pissed in, will it guys?" Matt and Ali both grinned, although a bit uncomfortably. It was unusual hearing Scott talking so openly about his bed wetting, but they realised that he was only doing it to make Dan feel better. "I don't think they'll get too bad, and I'll just chuck 'me in the wash when I get home. At least you'll be able to get home without anyone seeing you!"
Dan didn't need too much persuasion. He felt more vulnerable and exposed than what he had done since wetting himself at the beach at his old school, which was ironically enough in this exact same pair of shorts. In the back of his mind, he wondered if they might be jinxed. He kicked his sneakers off, slid the pants on, then pulled his shoes back on without bothering with the laces. He sighed with relief when he stood up, pulling the sweats up and covering his shame.
The kids gathered there belongings, and headed off. There were quite a few people out enjoying the autumn weather, including a few of Dans neighbors, and he was extremely grateful to Scott for the use of his pants, especially when the old lady who lived down the road stopped him to ask about his mother. It felt really weird to be standing there talking to her, while his shorts which had grown cold and clammy were sticking invisibly to his legs underneath his sweatpants.
The final hurdle was going to be getting inside without Sue seeing him, as she would no doubt notice that he was returning in different pants than what he'd left in, but again, his luck was in. The kids were quiet as they snuck in the front door, but a quick glimpse out past the patio, saw his mother putting washing on the clothesline. The coast was clear, so the five kids hurried up to Dans room before they were spotted.
Once safely inside, Dan wasted no time in telling his friends to help themselves to his PlayStation, and he hurriedly selected fresh clothes for himself, opting for his own baggy black sweatpants and a windcheater, and having not the slightest hesitation in pulling a fresh, adult pull up out of his drawers. He hadn't ever thought that he could openly handle a diaper so blatantly in front of his peers, but after what had happened at the park, handling a diaper was the least of his problems. He entered his bathroom, and Amy went with him. There wasn't even the slightest hint that anything naughty was going to happen, as they were now dealing with an emergency situation. Dan needed to shower and change as quickly as possible, and Amy just wanted to help him get set up. She left briefly to fetch him a clean towel, and when she returned, he was standing in his socks, with Scotts sweats removed, and he blushed red as he handed them to her, asking her in a soft, breaking voice, if she could possibly give them back to Scott please. He kept trying to turn away, but no matter how he twisted, the wet spot on his shorts was on full display.
Amy smiled, taking the pants and draping them over the towel rail, before she grabbed him by the shoulders and kissed him. For a moment he didn't respond, then, feeling himself about to cry again, he sighed, and kissed her back. He jumped with surprise as her hand snaked down, and gripped his boyhood through the wetness of his shorts, smiling at him, letting him know that his wet accident didn't bother her in the slightest. His penis started to stiffen in her hand, and she winked at him, before again picking up Scott's pants and leaving, closing the door behind her.
Scott took the pants off her with a smile, only giving them a cursory glance as he stuffed them into the plastic bag which contained his Coke and his football. She was immensely pleased with his indifference, glad that the boys hadn't made a big deal out of her boyfriends mishap. She had liked Dans friends from the start, but liking isn't the same as trusting, and she had been wary about just how much she could actually count on them. Today, she had learnt that they actually were nice guys, and Dan was safe in their company, which was good to know. For the first time, she felt completely comfortable in their presence.
Matt was sitting in the chair at the desk, where the TV was situated. Ali was sprawled on the floor, and Scott was sitting on the edge of the bed. She kicked her shoes off, and sprawled onto the bed, behind Scotts back. She noticed that the PS was loaded with the latest GTA, but, as yet, they hadn't started playing it. It was pretty obvious that they had been talking amongst themselves prior to her entering the room. She had the feeling that it hadn't been anything too bad though.
After a brief, awkward silence, the sound of the shower door sliding open, followed by running water echoed from the bathroom. Scott cleared his throat, and spoke.
"Its a real bastard of a thing that Danny boy's gotta put up with Ames. He's kinda lucky to have a great girl like you who's willing to, like, you know, help him and stuff. A lotta girls wouldn't be so nice about it, I'll bet."
Amy was nodding slowly, trying to keep her thoughts and emotions in check, not really sure exactly how to respond. In the end, she decided to just follow her instincts, and didn't try too hard to think about what she was about to do. She threw her legs into the air, swinging herself back into an upright position before standing up in front of Dans friends.
"You guys were great today, not pulling the piss out of him or anything, so you probably deserve the truth."
Amy lowered the front of her pink sweatpants, exposing the big diaper she was wearing underneath.
"I'm almost completely bladder incontinent too. In fact, I'm much worse than Dan. I'm diapered 24/7, and haven't got much control at all. Dan and I actually met at an incontinence clinic, and fell in love after we learned how much we've got in common. It's real bad having to wear nappies at our age, and I hope you guys can be trusted enough not to make life too difficult for us."
The shocked silence could almost be cut with a knife. |
Sorry for the delay. I've been very busy lately, and haven't had much time to update. Plus, a couple of times I've started, getting nearly to the end, only to find that for some reason the site isn't saving the data like before. I've always been able to log out, and come back to it later, but now, it just vanishes, so I will need to complete an entire chapter in one hit, where I usually just come back to it. Don't know why.
Anyway, here we go.
Chapter 16:
Dan was relieved when Amy left the room. He certainly appreciated her support, but he could feel more tears forming, and he'd already cried enough in front of her and his friends for one day. He pulled his socks off, then his shirt and soaked shorts, and turned the shower on. As soon as he stepped into the water, his bladder let go again, and he stared at his penis in despair, as an uncontrolled arc of urine shot from the tip, mixing instantly with the shower water, and disappearing into the drain.
That was the final straw, and a strangled sob escaped him, and fresh tears ran down his smooth cheeks, mingling with the dirt, and he laid his head against the tiled wall and silently cried, feeling a stream of snot running down over his lips as he let himself go. He sobbed for a short while, before finally composing himself, at putting his head under the water, scrubbing at the dirt, snot, and tears that had enveloped his face.
Meanwhile, in his bedroom, Amy was holding court in front of his friends. Nobody spoke at first, until Scott broke the silence with a hushed "Wow."
Amy looked at each boy in turn, ready to go on the offensive if necessary, but every boy dropped their eyes from her gaze. It soon became apparent that she wasn't going to have to attack anyone, physically or verbally.
Ali cleared his throat. "So what's your story Ames? Have you got a tiny bladder like Dans?"
"Not exactly," she replied, feeling relieved that they seemed to be more curious than aggressive. "I had an accident when I was little. I used to go horse riding a lot, and one day........" and she continued telling her backstory.
As she told her tale, the trio of boys listened in amazement, with Scott being particularly interested. He was almost obsessed with her story, as it resonated on a deeper level with him that his friends probably couldn't comprehend.
As an older bed wetter, he was so used to his parents and doctor assuring him that he wasn't alone, and that other big kids had the same problem that he did. He knew it must be true, otherwise companies wouldn't make the pull ups that fitted him, but until recently, he'd never met anyone else over the age of 10 that still wet the bed. Of course he had gone online and visited teenager based support sites, and read other kids stories about their own issues, but he'd never told his own, even anonymously. Seeing other kids stories online was one thing, but until he'd met Dan, he hadn't ever been able to put an actual human face to it.
Now Amy was coming out, and her problems seemed even worse. Yet here she was, openly discussing something that had always been so terrible and secret to him.
Lately, especially this past week, his bed wetting had been on his mind a lot. Since he'd started dating Nikki, he had kept thinking about how she would react if she ever found out. It wasn't like they were ever actually likely to ever sleep together or even share a bed, but he cringed every time he thought about what her reaction would be if she ever found out. No doubt she'd laugh at him, probably call him a big baby, drop him like a hot coal, and proceed to tell everyone about her ex-boyfriend, the teenage bed wetter.
But suddenly, after all these years, he now knew two other kids his own age who suffered from not only his own condition, but an exaggerated version, much worse than his. The fact that they had both been so open about it, so willing to share their experiences with him, made him reevaluate himself a bit.
Perhaps Nikki would still accept him if he told her that he still needed to wear diapers to bed........ It wasn't a decision he'd rush into, but he made up his mind to ask Amy her opinion in private later. After all, if two kids with actual incontinence could find acceptance, then perhaps his own nocturnal issues weren't such a big deal after all, and Nikki seemed like a swell girl so far. He doubted that Amy would be friends with someone who wasn't nice deep down.
Dan had got out of the shower, and was examining his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were red and puffy, so he splashed some cold water into them, hoping to take the redness away. It worked a bit, but not much. He didn't want his mother to know he'd needed a shower, and he hoped she hadn't heard it from downstairs. He needed to dry his hair off, so he took the hairdryer from his cupboard, and proceeded to blow dry his thick brown locks. Only then did he get dressed again, starting with a big pull up, then clean shorts and a collared polo shirt.
He could hear faint, although not whispered conversation coming from his room, and he guessed that he was probably the main topic of conversation. Again. Steeling himself, he entered his bedroom, and was surprised by what he saw.
It was almost like entering a classroom, and Amy was the teacher. She sat cross legged on his bed, absentmindedly playing with a socked foot, while the three boys had gravitated onto the floor in front of her, looking at her gravely as she was obviously talking not about him, but her own condition.
To say he was gobsmacked would be an understatement. There she was, the waistband of her diaper clearly visible over the top of her pink sweatpants, casually explaining to his friends about how she needed to wear thick diapers all day, and kiddies pull ups weren't big enough, and what it was like going to school like that.
She looked up at the sound of the door opening, and her smile beamed at him. She motioned for him to come over, patting the bed beside her, and waiting for him to sit down, so she could wrap her arm around his waist, and lay her head against his shoulder.
"So there you have it guys. That's my story. OUR story, isn't it Catholic boy? I'm trusting you guys not to make a big deal out of this. Me and Danny, we can't help it. It's a part of us." She turned to him lovingly, "What do you say, matey?"
"Its Danny and I," he responded with a grin, picking up on her pronunciation like she always did to him, and laughing out loud, uttering a loud "Ow!" when she punched him on the arm.
All the previous tensions had left the room, and the five of them giggled amongst themselves for awhile, and while the boys had some questions, they kept it respectful, and didn't ask anything too intrusive. Both Dan and Amy found it to be quite therapeutic to be finally able to discuss their problems with other kids, and they actually felt rather good about it afterwards, like a load had been lifted from their young shoulders.
Soon after, Matts phone sounded. "Dads ready for us," he told his friends. "We gotta go."
As the boys gathered their things, Scott motioned for Amy to step into the hallway with him alone. She glanced at Dan, who shrugged, and made a shooing gesture with his hands for her to go. Once alone with her, Scott didn't waste any time. He struggled to make eye contact, and blushed redder than Amy had ever seen him, but he forced himself to continue.
"Amy, I don't know if Danny told you yet, but I'm guessing he probably did. If he didn't, well fuck it, I'm telling you now. Ames, I'm a bed wetter. I've gotta wear a nappy to bed every night. I reckon Dans probably told you, but that's why he agreed to come to my place for a sleepover, and why we're gonna share a cabin at this stupid camp, cause I'm a wetter too."
This came out in a rush, and the boy looked down at his shuffling feet, unable to look at her directly. "Matt and Ali know, cause we've been mates since we was little kids, and Danny knows, and now you do to."
Amy smiled at Scott. He was taller than Dan, and she had to look up at him a bit, but she didn't hesitate. She stepped forward, taking both of his hands in hers, and stood on her toes to kiss him lightly on the cheek.
"Yeah Scotty. I did know. Please don't get mad at Dan for telling me, but as you know, it's a big deal finding other kids who have accidents. Danny was like super excited when he found another boy who wet the bed, because it meant he wasn't alone, so he told me. But trust me mate, he'd never, ever, tell another kid, I swear."
Scott smiled at her. "Don't worry Ames, I'm not mad at all. I like totally understand, trust me. I know exactly what you're talking about. Until I met you guys, I felt so freaking alone. I mean, Ali and Matt are cool. They don't give me a hard time or nothing, but although they accept it, they're never gonna like understand it, are they? Not like you and Danny do!"
"Maybe not." Amy replied solemnly, "But be grateful that you've got people that at least accept it! Until me and Da.... Danny and I met, we had no one outside of our families. But I know what you mean, it takes another wetter to really understand I guess."
A look of concern crossed Scotts face, creasing his forehead, and putting sudden lines around the smooth skin surrounding his eyes, making him look instantly older.
"What's wrong?" Amy asked.
"Its Nikki." Scott replied. "She obviously doesn't know anything about this, and I feel like I should tell her, but I don't know how she'll react. What do you think I should do? I mean, she's your friend and all. Will she like break up with me or anything? Maybe I just shouldn't say anything."
Amy knew she'd have to be careful here. She knew that Nikki was indeed well aware of Scott's bed wetting, but he obviously didn't know that yet. She measured her words carefully before speaking.
"Scotty, sweetie, I think you've gotta give Nik a bit of credit here. She's a sweet, lovely girl, and I think she's falling for you very quickly. Christ! You should hear her at school! All bloody day, its 'Scott this,' and 'Scott that!' She just won't shut up about you!"
Scotts eyes widened. He knew Nikki liked him, but he was a bit surprised to hear just how much. It was comforting, but also a little bit frightening as well. Amy could see this in the boys face, and she hastened to reassure him.
"Scotty, listen to me! Don't freak out, okay? All I'm saying, is she really likes you. I can guarantee that even if you did tell her about your night time problems, she wouldn't flip out or anything. Shit! She's good mates with me and Danny after all! If our problems aren't going to put her off, then a little bit of bed wetting surely isn't going to, is it?"
Scott looked thoughtful as he pondered this, but Amy continued before he had a chance to speak.
"Plus, if what Niks told me is true, and I believe her, she's never said anything to you about Danny or myself, or any of our shit, has she?"
Scott looked alarmed. "No Ames! Course she hasn't! I didn't know anything about your problems until you told us today. Niks not the sort of girl to spread shit like that......"
His voice trailed off as he realised what he'd said, and Amys grinning face confirmed it. She had led him along the track towards seeing Nikki for what she was, trustworthy.
"If you want to tell her Scotty, then do it! I don't think she'll freak out, and she may even surprise you," Amy added, which Scott thought was a strange thing to say, but didn't question it, as the bedroom door had suddenly opened, and three grinning boys were standing there watching them.
"I hope you're not making any moves on my girlfriend," Dan said in a rough, but obviously joking tone.
"Only this," Scott replied, leaning in to kiss Amys cheek. "You're a lucky man Jacobs. This girls too good for you! Take care of her. It's lucky for you I've got a wonderful girlfriend of my own that I can't wait to speak to."
This of course lead to the three boys throwing themselves at Scott's feet, playing invisible violins and throwing invisible rose petals at him, making Amy shriek with laughter, suddenly crossing her legs in case she peed.
The boys said goodbye to Sue, and after a brief exchange of pleasantries at the door, they were gone, and Amy and Dan headed back up to his room.
Once inside, he kissed her hard on the lips, and held her tightly to his chest. For a brief moment, he thought he may cry again, this time with happiness, but it soon passed.
"Amy, I love you so much," he said. "I think you just saved my arse again today. I don't know how I'm ever gonna repay you."
Amy smiled at him, sitting on the edge of his bed, and pulling the waistband of her sweatpants down just enough to expose her diaper.
"Well, maybe you could start by helping me change my wet nappy," she suggested with a grin.
Dan thought that was the least he could do, and he felt his boyhood stiffening inside his own nappy as he walked towards her. |
Chapter 17:
Scott, Ali and Matt didn't speak until they were well clear of Dans house, but it didn't take long for the conversation to start.
Ali stage whispered to his friends. "Fuck! I never would've seen that coming! I guess it does explain a lot though. Like how a guy with Danny's problems could manage to snag a hot girl like Amy! She's unbelievable, isn't she? Like totally hot, really smart, and cute as hell. I can't get over how she likes doing stuff like kicking the footy around too. She's awesome!"
Scott had to agree. "Yeah. I mean especially after what's happened to her and all. It's gotta be like a real hard thing to deal with, but she just like gets on with it, like a champ. I really like Nikki, but I tell ya, Amys right up there on the hotness scale. I feel bad for her though."
"She looked kinda cute in her nappy, didn't she?" Ali said. "I know that sounds kinda weird," he quickly added, "but damn, she's a pretty thing!"
Scott grinned. "I know whatcha mean mate! I never thought I'd see anything attractive about a girl wearing a diaper, but she like totally rocks it! I just can't believe how she just came out and told us about it either. It took me a long time to get up the nerve to tell Danny about my, uh, you know, night time thing, and he was the same I guess, but Amy, she just straight out told us like for no reason! She's pretty brave I reckon."
Ali agreed, but noticed how Matt hadn't joined in yet. He leaned over, and punched his friend on the arm, hard, eliciting a surprised "OWW!"
"You're pretty quiet, big fella. Watcha thinking about? Don't you think Amys pretty awesome?"
Matt didn't answer at first, choosing to rub his sore arm, and glare at Ali instead. Scott saw the reluctance in Matts face, and joined in with Ali.
"Yeah man. Penny for your thoughts, or whatever it is my nan says. Whaddya thinking about?"
Matt still seemed reluctant, but he heaved a sigh, and stopped walking, forcing his mates to stop alongside him, conveniently in a spot where they couldn't be overheard. He appeared to be struggling to make eye contact, and shuffled his feet nervously.
"Dunno really. If ya want me to be like honest, I think it's kinda weird."
He then looked defiantly at his friends, almost challenging them to disagree. Scott didn't disappoint him.
"What do you mean exactly Matt? Weird like how?"
Matt held his friends gaze, although his face reddened a bit. Matt was the tallest and biggest of the trio, and comfortably so, but Scott was the unspoken leader. They hardly ever argued between themselves, and usually what Scott said, goes. But this time, it was evident that differing opinions were held.
"Weird like needing to wear nappies at 14. Weird like that. Weird like just wanting to talk about it. Weird like showing us the fucking things! Weird like it's none of our Goddamn business, but her and Dan haveta like almost rub the things in our face! I mean, of course I feel sorry for 'em and stuff, but fuck man! Why they gotta like show them off? It's almost like they're proud of the fucking things. There's just some stuff that probably should be like kept private, ya know? Fucking weird like that!"
A shocked silence came over them. Matt was the biggest, but also the quietest. He was usually a gentle giant. Happy, easygoing, and just a good bloke to hang around with. He rarely got agitated or upset, and hardly ever disagreed. But judging by the colour in his face, and his direct, challenging stare, he obviously felt strongly about what he was saying. Scott held his gaze, and thought carefully before he spoke. Although Matt was a quiet, gentle guy 99% of the time, he could have a temper about him, and his size made him formidable. A grade ten kid, 2 years older than them, had learned that the hard way earlier in the year, when he'd decided to pick on Ali, making racist remarks about his dark skin. The much bigger boy had soon limped off, nursing a bloody nose. Matt had received 2 days suspension after that, but neither himself or his friends had ever been bullied again. Scott remembered how Matt had looked on that occasion, just before he had unleashed a flurry of quick punches on a much bigger opponent with a certain quiet confidence. He looked very much like that now.
"Matt. Buddy. I don't get it. Both Dan and Amy have got problems. It's not like they're just doing it for fun or because they want to!"
Matt sighed again, and seemed to actually deflate a bit. The colour was draining from his face, and he was apparently getting himself back under control.
"You say that Scott, and I guess it's probably true. But it's still fucking weird. Fourteen year olds just don't wear fucking nappies. It's like not natural."
Now it was Scott's turn to feel his blood pressure rising. Suddenly, he was mad. He grabbed Matt by the front of his shirt with a clenched fist, and shoved him, firmly.
"So Im fucking weird too then? Is that what you're saying? You big prick!"
Matt looked shocked. Not only did not many people ever front him like this, but especially not Scott, his best mate. He found himself actually taking a step back.
"Whoa Scotty! What the fuck you mean? I never called you weird! Where'd that come from?"
Scott let go of his friends shirt, but kept holding his gaze. "I'm 14, or have you forgotten? What the actual fuck do you think I wear every fucking night? Christ dude! You see me wearing the stupid things every weekend!"
Matt looked confused, and a bit contrite.
"That's like totally different dude. You need them, like for your night time stuff. We all know that. This is different."
"You," Scott said, "are a complete fucking idiot sometimes Matt! I need them at nights, just like Dan and Amy, OUR FRIENDS DAN AND AMY," he added in a raised voice, "happen to need them during the day. How can you possibly not see that?"
"Hey, I do see it Scotty. Really, I do. Chillax man. I get it. It just seems a bit weird to me. I do get it that they need it, and they got problems, but didya see Dan today? He like totally pissed his pants. Like a freaking baby or something. Surely to God he must've known that he needed to pee. My Grandmother is a bit incontinent, she wears nappies too, cause she has trouble moving around and stuff cos like she's so old, so she can't always make it to the toilet in time. But even she knows when she's gotta go. She at least tries! Freakin Danny man, he was just like a little kid. He put off going, peed himself like a baby, then cried like one! It's not natural man. And Amy. I get that she can't help it, I mean, she showed us the scars on her tummy, but why the fuck would she just do that? Why bring it up?"
This was a huge speech for Matt, who, by nature, didn't say a lot. Ali put an arm around the bigger kids shoulders.
"Dude. Dontcha get it? She was doing it to make Dan feel better. She felt bad for him, so she deliberately tried to turn the attention away from him onto her, and it worked. That's what makes her such a top chick, that she'd help her boyfriend out like that. Dontcha get it?"
Nobody spoke for a moment, then Matt sighed again, and nodded his head, albeit reluctantly. "Yeah, I guess so," he muttered.
"Great! That's settled then!" Ali said brightly, pleased that the situation had been diffused. "Now, why don't you two pricks just shut up, shake hands, and we'll keep walking."
The other two boys eyed each other off, then grinned, wrapping their arms around each other's shoulders briefly, and thumping each other on the back.
"Sorry dude,"
"Sorry man,"
They immediately changed the subject, and walked on, as if it had never happened, but, somewhere underneath, the tension still remained, and the cheerfulness of their conversation had an unnatural, forced feeling about it.
Later that night, Scott rang Ali, and they discussed it between themselves. Both agreed that as weird as it seemed, Amy did look incredibly hot in her diaper, although they didn't understand why they thought so, but they also agreed that they should never mention anything like that around Matt, and they'd keep an eye on how Matt interacted with Danny from now on. Just in case. |
Chapter 18:
Monday was Dans day of gym for first period, the one day of the week where he didn't wear a diaper to school. Sue always dropped him off to minimise his unprotected time, and he arrived early enough to use the bathroom before the second siren went. Today, he didn't even really need to go, having used the toilet before leaving home. Judging by the state of his diaper when he'd woke up that morning, he was surprised that he'd actually had any urine left to expel. He'd leaked badly, and his day had started with stripping the soggy sheets off the bed.
There was still 15 minutes left before the first siren, and he headed towards the boys room, before he saw his three friends loitering outside the library. "Hi guys," he said, "Gym first up Ali," he reminded his dark skinned friend.
Greetings were exchanged, and small talk made. A few minutes later Dan glanced at his phone.
"Better go guys. I want to use the boys room before gym starts." He looked around, making sure that nobody else was listening. "I, uh, kinda wanted to thank you guys for yesterday too. I'm like so sorry you had to see that, and I guess I'm just grateful that you guys stuck with me. That was totally embarrassing, and I'm glad you guys had my back, 'specially you Scotty, loaning me your pants and stuff....." Dan held out a closed fist in front of himself.
"Too easy mate," Scott replied, bumping his fist.
"All good Danny," Ali said, bumping his own fist.
Dan turned to Matt, who didn't speak, and hesitated just a fraction of a second before offering his own fist. If Dan had noticed any reluctance, it didn't show. "Gotta go boys. See ya in class Ali!"
"Probably wet himself already," Matt muttered under his breath, causing Scott and Ali to exchange a furtive, worried look, but they didn't say anything.
Over the next few days, similar scenes were repeated a few times. Matt was always polite to Dan, but rarely engaged with him any more than necessary. For his part, Dan simply didn't notice. He knew Ali better than the others, as they shared classes, and he had bonded with Scott over their shared problems, but apart from the sleepover, he'd rarely had much to do with Matthew. He knew the big kid to be fairly quiet by nature, and he didn't see any real change in his demeanour, putting his quietness down to his normal self. It wasn't until later in the week that Dan started to wonder.
The camp was due to begin the week after next, and certain parts of some days were put aside for "camp stuff." Some discussions were held by teachers telling the boys exactly what the activities would entail, and what permission slips would be required. Other topics were based around nutritional and medicinal requirements, with the school needing to know who had a nut allergy, who was lactose intolerant, who used an inhaler or needed an epi-pen. Thankfully for Dan and Scott, bed wetting wasn't specifically discussed, falling into the realms of "any other conditions that the school might need to be aware of."
The boys were enjoying their free discussion time, building up the trip in their own minds to be the adventure of a lifetime. Even the reluctant Scott and Dan were now looking forward to it.
"And you're sure our cabin will have its own bathroom?" Dan whispered to Scott.
"Relax dude," Scott replied. "My mums already spoken to the principal, and it's all set. Every year when I go on these dumb camps, mum always makes sure the school puts me and the boys here in a cabin with a bathroom that we don't haveta share. Trust me. I don't wanna be getting changed for bed or in the morning around the other kids any more than what you do!"
"And is there gonna be like a rubbish bin or something in there?" Dan asked. "You know, someplace to put our used stuff?"
It was at that moment that the siren sounded. Matt didn't waste any time. He pushed his chair back violently, muttered "Jesus fucking Christ" under his breath but loud enough for them to hear, then he grabbed his backpack off the floor and stormed out.
Dan looked at his friends, feeling bemused. "What is it? Did I say something wrong?"
Ali and Scott were quick to reassure him that he hadn't said anything wrong, but Dan noticed how they didn't look him in the eye. Scott's dad was picking him and Ali up, so Dan rode the bus home alone, wondering exactly what it was that had gotten Matt so upset. He had no idea.
Dan had been so flummoxed by Matts sudden outburst, that he'd spent some time after class quizzing his friends as to what the problem was. All he got was some vague, non-specific answers about how sometimes Matt would get shitty about stuff at home, so he had been forced to drop his questioning. But his interrogation had led to another problem. He hadn't gone to the toilet straight after class, and had to hurry to make the bus. Now, as he worried himself about Matts reaction, he couldn't concentrate on formulating an answer, because he needed to pee very badly. Dan knew he was deep inside "The Danger Zone," but now, he was stuck on a packed school bus, and couldn't do a damn thing about it.
He knew from past experience that his Goodnight would probably be wet by the time he got home. He just had to hope and pray that it didn't leak, because his grey school shorts were very unforgiving about leaky diapers. As the bus went over a bump in the road, causing Dan to bounce in his seat, and feel his bladder tightening, ready to explode, he came to the conclusion that a pre-emptive strike might be necessary. If he didn't drain off at least some excess, he was soon going to absolutely flood himself, and wouldn't be able to exert any control over it when it happened, so he decided to try and have a controlled release, while he still had at least some control.
Mentally cursing himself for not using the toilet after school, even if it would've meant missing the first bus, he considered his plan of attack. His stop would be coming up shortly, but he genuinely felt like he would completely lose control before that, if he didn't let at least a little bit out beforehand. Even if he did, it wouldn't be a guarantee of getting home before a complete bladder failure occurred, but fuck it, one problem at a time. Getting off the bus without humiliating himself in front of the other boys had to be his first priority, after that, anything could happen. But he'd rather have wet shorts on the walk home than on the bus full of rowdy kids from his own school.
Dan slipped his hand inside his shorts briefly. He was able to adjust himself, so he was pointing down, and tuck the elastic leg guards up firmly around his thighs. Then, he took his jumper out of his bag, and tied the arms around his waist, but making sure that he wasn't sitting on it at all. He looked around. By this stage of the journey, the bus was over half empty. There was nobody sitting beside him nor opposite him, and the seat directly behind him was empty too. He pulled his phone out, opened his Facebook app, and stared at the screen without really seeing it, his attention fully riveted on his penis, which had started twitching and moving inside his pull up, as if it had a mind of its own, and it knew that relief was imminent.
Dan steadied himself to relax, hoping to release s controlled flow, and cut it off before his kiddie pull up became overwhelmed. A steady, controlled release would be the key.
But, as they say, the best laid plans and all that.....
The bus suddenly stopped. A car had cut it off then braked suddenly. The driver, with no other options available, had hit the brakes a lot harder than was normal, and Dan, staring at his phone without even seeing it, wasn't prepared.
As his body lurched forward, his bladder let go without warning. All pretext of a controlled release was instantly lost. A strong jet of pee shot out of him like a laser beam from the Death Star, and he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, sucking in a big breath and holding it, as he peed into his Goodnight with an unrestrained ferocity for perhaps 5 seconds. By sheer willpower alone, he was able to clench his holding muscles, and finally stop the fire hose in his diaper, but although he'd stopped, he could still feel the rest of his flow waiting impatiently for release. His little cock was twitching inside his pull up, and every time it twitched, another trickle of hot sticky wetness escaped, tickling his hairless balls before seeping into the padded backside of his kiddie diaper.
He was aware that he was literally chewing on his bottom lip, and holding his breath. He breathed out slowly, gently relaxing his holding muscles as he did so. At first, another strong spurt shot out, but after that, his accident slowed itself down to a slow, but still constant trickle. Over the next 30 seconds, his bum and crotch got hotter and wetter, and by the time he'd regained control, he was panting softly and sweating with exertion. But at least the urgency had finally abated.
A glance ahead showed his stop fast approaching. Trying to look nonchalant, he put his hand between his legs, and slightly raised his bottom, allowing his hand to slide beneath him. It only took a second for him to wince, as his probing fingers discovered warm, wet cotton.
He had leaked. And he still hadn't finished peeing. At least his shorts still looked dry on the front. When he spread his legs wide, he could definitely see a dark grey wet patch on both of his inner thighs, but the front of his pants remained dry though. But it felt like his butt cheeks were very wet, especially down low, around his legs.
Dan rang the bell as his stop approached. Then, steeling himself, he lurched to his feet quickly, making sure that his jumper stayed tied around his stomach, and hung low behind his butt. He picked up his backpack, and held it in front of his crotch as he stepped into the aisle. He shuddered as he felt a trickle of pee snaking down his left leg, pausing agonisingly short of being absorbed by his knee length socks.
As the bus drew to a halt, he started moving toward the front door, anxious to be off, and still worried about how his bladder was still aching, demanding that he finish the relief that was promised. Another trickle escaped onto his right leg, but he didn't look, just kept walking, saying a silent prayer that nobody else would get off at the same time.
"Danny! Hey Danny! Wait!" A voice caused him some fear and panic, and he almost ran, but forced himself to stop. He knew that his jumper was hiding his wet butt, but perhaps someone had seen the trickles on his legs. He forced himself to turn around and look.
It was Ben, another boy from his class. Ben was looking at him dubiously, and holding out a textbook.
"Ive still got your Modem History book Dan. I borrowed it yesterday, remember? Here! Ya can have it back now thanks!"
Dan was virtually at the door. Collecting the book was simply something that he wasn't prepared to do right now. He shouted back, trying to keep his voice lighthearted, and hearing it crack a bit under the strain, going to a higher pitch than normal. That would usually be embarrassing, but nothing could be as embarrassing as his classmates seeing him in wet pants.
"Thanks Benny, I'll get it tomorrow," he squeaked, and hurried down the steps and onto the relative safety of the street before Ben could argue.
As the bus pulled away, Danny heaved a sigh of relief, and his bladder let go again, this time with no control at all on his part, and his sodden pull up complained at the sudden influx of more hot liquid, and it gave up, sending torrents down his legs, and darkening the light grey fabric of his shorts with a big dark patch.
Dan let it happen. In truth, he had no choice. The traffic whizzed past, but nobody was walking, and by the time he got his feet moving, there was a puddle on the sidewalk where he'd been standing, and his socks were wet. His pull up felt like it was falling down, and was hanging off his hips underneath his shorts. His satin boxer shorts were clinging wetly to the front of his thighs. Holding his backpack awkwardly in front of himself, the top open, allowing him to occasionally peer inside it like he was looking for something, he managed to walk the block and a half back to his place, looking a bit suspicious perhaps, but without being discovered.
His mother was working, hence him catching the bus home. He used his key to open the door, then headed straight into the laundry, where he stripped naked, depositing his clothes into the machine. Even the bottom of his shirt was wet at the back.
He walked upstairs slowly, determined not to get upset. It wasn't until he was standing safely in the shower that he gave in to the tears that had been brewing, and for the second time in a week, he cried in the shower until the tears eventually ran out.
He was getting really sick of this.
When Sue got home a couple of hours later, she called out to him, but didn't get any response. A check of the washing machine showed a very wet school uniform, and her heart fell, realising what had happened to her little boy. She called out again, and again got no reply. She hurried up the stairs to Dans room, and opened the door.
Dan was asleep on his bed, his cheeks still red and tear stained, and he had snot running from his nose, now long dried. He was wearing boxer shorts and nothing else, except for the large diaper that protruded from above his waistband, and his blue pacifier was in his mouth, moving around quickly as he chewed on it in a fitful sleep.
She felt a tear spring to her own eyes. She wanted so much to help her little boy, but just didn't know what she could possibly do. It was heartbreaking. |
Sorry for the delay guys and girls. I've got a slight touch of writers block on this. It's not that I don't know where the story is going, just how to get there.
Since it started, I've covered virtually every aspect of "straight" wetting (and a little messing) that there is.
Clothes, swimsuits, pyjamas, underwear, school uniforms, sweatpants, jeans, shorts, diapers, pull ups, goodnights, in bed, on purpose, deliberate, in public, in private, at school, movies, shops, beaches, amusement parks, playgrounds, pools, the shower, standing up, sitting down, alone, together, and in groups, in cars and on buses.
I know where I want to take the story, but I'm starting to struggle with finding new scenarios that make it an omo story. I'm beginning to be at risk of repeating stuff in relation to the wetting content, and I don't want it to become boring.
Dont worry, I haven't given up on it yet, but I'm just struggling for some fresh ideas to breath some life into it. The guys and there stories are well established, and camp will throw in some guaranteed drama, but, as a whole, it needs a new kick.
Im working on it. I don't want to just start posting crap just for the sake of it though. This chapter feels a bit rushed and pointless.
Chapter 19:
"Wake up Danny! You don't want to be late. The bus is leaving at 8:30."
Dan had been fast asleep, but his mothers gentle shaking, and verbal instructions didn't allow him to stay that way.
It was D-Day. Or more precisely C-Day. Camp day.
This cool, late Autumn Monday morning was camp morning. It was 6:45am, and in less than 2 hours, young Danny boy would be shipped off to camp. Two whole nights away from home. A new record waiting to be set. The first hurdle, a sleepover, had been accomplished with Amy. The second hurdle, a sleepover with friends, had also been crossed off. But now, the stakes were raised. There would be over 90 boys on this trip, enough to fill three buses, and hiding a secret just got a whole lot harder, even given the pre planned accomodation. Three days and two nights of hiding your diapers can be tricky, especially amongst 90 adolescent boys. But Dan had no choice.
His bags were already packed, and he was pleased to discover he'd woken up dry, although if he had the choice, he would've quickly picked a month of bed wetting at home in exchange for the next two nights to be dry instead, he knew that choosing wasn't an option.
Dan hurried into his bathroom as soon as his mother had left, and did a potty dance as he turned the shower on. Although he was dry, he was busting, but it felt good to hold on, although it was getting awfully close to his "lose control" point. He was accelerating through The Danger Zone at a significant rate of knots. He kicked his footy pyjamas off. He'd deliberately worn them for the last two nights. They could now safely disappear into the laundry, and his mother wouldn't expect him to pack them for camp. He wasn't even taking pyjamas anyway, just sweatpants. He carefully removed his adult diaper, and stepped briskly into the shower, a solid two seconds before he lost control and started peeing non stop.
It was close, but he'd made it.
He took the next 5 minutes to "wash" himself thoroughly. He knew he wouldn't get a chance to do it again for a few days, and as he washed himself, he thought back to his last nights conversation with Amy, when she'd described to him over the phone, just how much she was wetting her diaper while she spoke to him. The image was so hot!
When he had finished his shower, he walked back into his bedroom, still naked, to get dressed, but feeling a whole lot more relaxed. He gave himself the visual check in the mirror, and decided that he had actually lost some weight, his pubic hair had gotten thicker, and, if wonders never ceased, he was starting to grow some hair on his legs at last. Just a little under each knee, and a tiny bit above each ankle, but some visible hair was sprouting. Hallelujah!
But as joyous as that may be, it still wasn't enough to actually take the edge off the whole camp thing. Dan was a bundle of nerves. He didn't need to wear his uniform today, and being wary about the three and a half hour bus ride, and it's possible connotations, he had decided to wear a tape up diaper to school for the first time, and he could safely hide it under his jeans. An adult pull up would make bathroom breaks easier to deal with, but a tape up would definitely handle an emergency better, and he opted for safety over ease.
So, eventually breakfasted, and dressed in jeans, sneakers, and a long hoodie, Sue dropped him off at school, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he didn't offer her a kiss goodbye. Yes, she had gotten one, but had needed to call him back before he'd run off, only to begrudgingly offer one under duress. She'd had the feeling that her boy was silently struggling with the whole camp concept, and had been secretly waiting for him to crack, and again plead to stay home. When he didn't, she felt guilty, and a bit saddened perhaps that apparently he now didn't seem to need her as much anymore as he had done in the past. She took a quick photo of him standing there looking uncomfortable, then brushed a tear away, and drove off.
Dan hurried to the toilet, not because he was desperate to go, but he wanted time to ensure his tape on would do up again properly, not resulting in a hurried last minute diaper change. Everything worked as it should, and he had soon found his friends gathered in the quadrangle.
After a last minute speech, including many not-so-veiled warnings of the ramifications of future misbehaviour, the kids were finally able to stow their bags and board their buses. Our heroes took their rightful place, near the back, but not quite on the back row. That was generally left for the tough kids, the outlaws, the rebels and the outsiders. Nerds and Geeks sat towards the front, as befitting their social status, whilst the general population was middle seated. The coolest of the "middle kids," ie; boys with girlfriends, like Dan and Scott, or with criminal records, got the three quarter length seating position. You knew if you were sitting there, you were generally going to be exempt from bullying. Unless, you know, you actually wet your pants or something stupid like that.
The buses took off in single file, finding there way into the busy morning traffic and turning south. Three days and two nights of fun awaited the boys, if everything went according to plan of course. |
Chapter 20:
Dan was sitting next to Ali, while Scott and Matt sat directly behind them. They alternated between talking, checking and updating Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, and whatever other social media they had, listening to music, and just relaxing. All the boys had bought snacks and drinks, so they were well catered for in the food and drinks section. The excitement was palpable, and every time it seemed that the topic of camp was exhausted, somebody managed to come up with a new twist or idea, that automatically generated new urgent discussion. Plans were made, things were suggested, some not quite fitting in with what the official program of activities would list, including sneaking out, smoking, drinking, late night bull sessions, games, secrets, pranks, and virtually anything else a busload of adolescent boys could mentally conjure up.
It was about an hour into the trip when Danny first noticed the urge to pee. He had been happily sucking on his water bottle since boarding the bus, partly due to excitement, partly due to boredom. Regardless, he'd drunk nearly a litre, and now could suddenly feel it sloshing around.
He glanced at the time, seeing that only an hour and a bit had passed, and there was still over 2 hours to go. He certainly wasn't desperate yet, but only feeling the first stages of need. Even Amy would be able to hold on for a bit longer yet, if she was there. If Dan was sitting in class, he would have no problem with waiting until the end of the period to go, but he wasn't in class. He was on a bus. His need was minor, but it was there nonetheless, and there was still 2 hours at least to go, and that would definitely be a problem.
It was a problem he was prepared for however. It was one of the main reasons he'd chosen to wear a big, tape up adult diaper under his jeans. He had anticipated that something like this would happen, and he was determined to handle it maturely. Dan had spent many hours thinking about every possible scenario that could arise during this trip, and he was positive that he would do his absolute best to overcome them.
One thing he had learned from Amy, was the benefits of the Pre-Emptive Strike. Used sparingly, it was his most effective weapon in the war of diaper control, and he had made up his mind already that he would not be afraid to use it if necessary. It was a lot better to deliberately use your nappy a little bit and have control, not risking a leak, than to try and hold back an irrepressible flood, ending up with a leaky diaper and wet pants. Of course he had used the technique before, with varying levels of success. He wasn't quite as adept as Amy when it came down to it though. He'd learned the hard way that he had a tendency to wait too long, being too full and desperate before trying it, and then, the results could be potentially disastrous.
If you were going to guarantee a successful Pre-Emptive Strike, you had to strike while the iron was hot, and the bladder not too full. If you weren't absolutely busting, you could actually control the flow. Start and stop, trickle, dribble, and even occasionally squirt, and as long as you were generally pointing down, and your leg guards were fitted properly, you could safely pee quite a lot into a good quality, adult diaper. Certainly a lot more than the Goodnights, or "kiddie pull ups," that he was now starting to think of with more than a touch of disdain.
Dan had always had a weird relationship with his Goodnights. He'd worn them, or versions of, his entire life. His entire life after being potty trained that is. He'd managed to go from 5-13 without being diapered during the day, but still wearing his Goodnights to bed, then needing them during daylight hours as well.
And he'd hated it.
His initial crossover to real, grown-up diapers had been softened a lot by meeting Amy. He'd actually grown almost fond of "The Big Nappies," although he'd still rather not need them at all, and his already ingrown dislike for the kids protection only grew stronger. The only things going for them, was they were more discreet and easily hidden, and they were effective against minor, or early, leakage.
You certainly wouldn't comfortably plan a pre-emptive in 'em.
Not like the big tape up he was wearing! You could virtually flood that sucker, and it still wouldn't leak. Providing of course, that evening was tight and tucked away.
Which it was.
Much better to do a successful pre-emptive now, and virtually guarantee that you'll arrive at camp before needing to go again, therefore saving any big, overly desperate, major accidental flooding later, when leaks were much more likely.......
Dan had the window seat, and Ali was sitting almost side on to him, his legs stretched into the aisle. He twisted in his seat a bit, turning to face Scott and Matt who were seated directly behind them, spread his legs ever so slightly, and gradually relaxed his bladder muscles, but still maintaining his control while he could.
It was a task that would have been impossible a month ago. Back then, he would have just tried his best to hold on, then inevitably lost control and would've flooded his Goodnight, at best, or even worse, his pants. Either way, the results would've been the same.
Public embarrassment and humiliation.
But now, he could pee like a ninja if he had to. That's exactly what Dan did now.
A Ninja Pee.
He stealthily relaxed his bladder, slowly and hesitatingly, as he pretended to listen to Scott talk about something. It sounded like football, but Dan wasn't listening.
He was urinating. Slowly. He'd let a dribble out, would suddenly start squirting heavier, then clamp down and stop. When he had stopped, he knew it was only temporary, and he couldn't hold on for long, but he could hold on long enough for his fluids to be completely absorbed by his padded underwear. Then, by the time he'd started leaking again, his nappy was dry enough to soak in the next instalment.
Once he'd started, he had to be committed enough to his plan that he would continue until he'd drained his bladder down to a manageable level. After all, if he made his mind up and let go, he'd have no choice but to finish. If the dam was breached, the levels needed to drain before the flood could be controlled, so dedication to the plan was paramount.
It was a much better plan when carried out early enough, when your bladder isn't achingly full, and control was possible.
Like now.
A second stream erupted inside his diaper. Again it hit the padding, and again the excess, the portion that wasn't quickly enough absorbed, fell back partially onto his pubic mound, but mostly his testicles, tickling him with its warm embrace, as it dropped from his butt cheeks into the rear padding.
It felt weird, wrong, scary, exhilarating, upsetting, uplifting, worrying and relaxing, all at the same time.
This cycle repeated itself about four and a half times. Then, his need to pee more, to empty his bladder more, to urgently require more relief, just simply vanished. Suddenly, he just plainly didn't need to go anymore, and his jeans were still dry. He knew that because he was well hydrated that he wouldn't stink, and he'd now be safe for the next 2 hours or so.
He wriggled his butt on the seat, relishing the way the hot, swollen padding pushed against his bum, and also encased his balls.
It felt good. Guilty. But good.
It was about then that the bus suddenly slowed down, and pulled off the highway following the bus in front.
They were in a large rest area.
There, right in front of them, was a large public toilet block, (complete with showers!) with a RV/caravan pumping station off to one side.
"Righto boys!" The teacher announced, "15 minute break! Everyone go to the toilet, and stretch your legs. Do not wander away, do not leave the car park, do not make a mess! No arguments, and have patience! Remember, there are 93 of you, plus staff, and everyone needs to go, so be patient gentlemen! Right, off we go, and remember! 15 minutes!"
The boys got off, stretching exaggeratedly, and goofing off, just having fun.
"Kinda glad we stopped," Matt said. "I actually need to go!"
Scott grinned. "Know watcha mean, big guy. I need to myself."
"Yeah, I'm not sorry," Ali said.
"Me too," Danny said, feeling his wet diaper squeezing between his legs as he stood up.
It would be nice to change, but impossible. To accomplish a successful change, he would need to walk off the bus holding a diaper, or at least his bag, which was currently stashed with 29 other bags, in the luggage hold of the coach. Even if he was to take his wet nappy off, he couldn't very well walk out of the toilet stall carrying it. The only possible option would be to try and stash it behind the toilet or something, and hope the next person coming in didn't see it, or the people in the next stalls, via the gaps in the bottom of the stall walls. Even if he got away with it, it would mean going for the next 2 hours without any protection on, and that simply wasn't an option that was worth contemplating.
So Dan played the game. He got off the bus with his friends, and lined up for the toilet. When his turn arrived, he dutifully entered a stall, then sat on the toilet, fully clothed, and silently counted off one minute. Then he flushed the toilet, walked out, and washed his hands, so completely aware of the wet diaper between his legs that it wasn't funny. He exited the bathroom, feeling a bit like a fraud.
But even then, it was still more amusing than troubling. In the back of his mind, he couldn't wait to tell Amy how he'd deliberately peed himself, done the perfect pre-emptive strike, perhaps 30 seconds away from a toilet stop. As he took his seat again, he was already planning on just how he'd tell her, and how they'd laugh about it.
Dan knew that if anyone was going to understand, it would be Amy. |
Chapter 22:
The buses arrived at the camp just before 11:30. As far as camps go, it was pretty impressive. A series of different sized wooden buildings, dominated by a large hall sized one, formed a long, wide quadrangle around a manicured lawn. The whole complex was behind a chain link fence, which cut through some lightly forested area, giving the campgrounds themselves it's own little wooded patch. The boys all "oohed" and "aahed" as the buses rolled down the hard packed dirt driveway, pointing out every feature they could see to the other kids.
These were not limited to, but including, several well marked tracks disappearing into the forest, a basketball court, a small stream that the bus passed over via a wooden bridge, what appeared to be a large cage full of bikes, and lots of open spaces.
It didn't take long for them all to notice that their phones had died from no reception either.
"Man! That sucks," Ali complained. "We only just turned off the damn highway! How can there be no service? It's the twenty first century down here isn't it?"
A teacher overheard his complaint, and was quick to assure him that he certainly wouldn't die without phone coverage in three days.
The boys alighted from the bus, stretching their legs and arching their backs. They swarmed like flies around a carcass when the driver opened the luggage compartment that ran along the underside of the bus, and he stepped back quickly less he get caught in the crush. Each boy had at least one large bag or backpack, some had 2, as well as a sleeping bag. As they milled around, shuffling their feet, their chattering was suddenly interrupted by a voice booming from a megaphone. It was Father Jacob, one of the youngest priests, and a favourite of most of the boys.
"Gentlemen! Attention please! GUYS! SHUT UP!"
This got the boy's attention, and they fell silent, looking in his direction, as was Father Michael, the oldest and most senior priest, who was shaking his head at the youngest priests turn of phrase. He glared at Father Jacob, who reddened, looking sheepish.
"Boys! Please form an orderly line, and make your way into the dining hall. Bring your lunches with you, but leave your bags outside."
The boys had been told to bring their lunches for the first day. From then on every meal would be provided, but there simply wouldn't be enough time to cook over 100 meals upon arrival. There were more than a few boys who had already eaten their lunches on the bus, but they didn't appear too fazed by it. They all filed in, and could sit where they liked at benches that held four people, so they guys took a seat towards the back.
"Man, I hope they hurry through whatever the hell this is. I'm busting for a crap," Matt announced under his breath, looking around the hall, in vain, hoping to see a toilet.
"Toilets are the building next door," Scott informed him. "I saw the sign as we were waiting. Just go ask old Michaels if you can go. He's a soft touch."
"Nah. I'm good for now. I've got a feeling it's going to take a while....."
Father Michaels stood up, and started walking around, talking into a microphone. He again warned them of the consequences of any misbehaviour, repeated his demand that any injuries or sickness, no matter how minor, get reported immediately, and reiterated than those students who required regular medication, such as asthma inhalers, insulin, or epi-pens be responsible enough to carry it with them at all times.
All the boys had been given maps over a week ago, showing the names and positions of all the buildings, and which cabin they were allocated too. Every boy there had virtually committed the map to memory after spending untold time pouring over it with their friends.
There were 8 cabins that could house 12 boys each, in six bunks, each with a separate room where a teacher or guardian would sleep, as well as a single toilet, and a handful of smaller cabins, each capable of housing 4-6 boys, again with their own toilet, but also with the additional bonus of its own shower block, and no facility for the teachers or guardians to sleep. The shower portion was only a smaller version of the larger shower block. Communal, able to wash four people at once, without the privacy of much more than shoulder high side screens and no doors. As you showered, you were afforded some neck to knee privacy from the sides, but you'd still be making eye contact with the boys standing only feet away on the other side. There wouldn't be a lot of masturbating going on, at least not in the showers.
It was supposedly a very trusted position to be afforded a cabin without a resident grownup living there, and Scott, Matt, and Ali all copped some flak, having been "lucky" enough to score such a privileged cabin two years in a row now. In fact, their cabin was to be the only one with its own shower facilities, and no adult. How lucky was that..... Scott was already internally cringing at the thought of going through this all again next year. Hopefully by then he might have eventually grown out of his bed wetting, but he said that every year.
After being given final instructions, which included setting their beds up, stowing their bags away, and getting changed into sports clothing, they were dismissed, and told to meet at the playing fields behind the Administration block within half an hour.
The boys walked out, meeting up where the small mountain of bags had been roughly stacked. The search for their possessions started, but Matt soon stopped looking.
"Fuck this," he muttered. "I can't wait. I'm almost touching cloth here. I'm going for a crap. I'll meet you guys at the cabin shortly."
Ali pulled his map out, working out their relative position. "This way guys. Ours is the back one, behind those dorms there." As he picked up his bags and headed off, Dan and Scott fell in behind him.
The bags were dumped just inside the door, and the three young boys looked around excitedly. The visual inspection didn't last long however, as there really wasn't much to see. The main, (and only) living room was perhaps 20 foot square, and housed nothing more than 2 bunk beds, and 4 small sets of drawers, with a door leading out the back wall into their 'ensuite."
'Ensuite' was an overly glorious name in fact. It was a long narrow room, featuring 2 toilet cubicles, and the tiled shower area, featuring a tiled recess with 4 open stalls, each with a showerhead.
Showering at camp was probably the biggest worry of all 93 boys at camp. Although they all forced themselves to change in front of each other at gym class, and at least pretend it didn't bother them, running around completely naked in the shower in front of other boys wasn't a particularly joyous activity. But of course no kid would ever openly admit this. It was just an unspoken about demon that hung around every boy's head at shower time. At least in this cabin, they would only be revealing themselves to their best friends.
They didn't even have to engage in any arguments about who would get a coveted top bunk. Dan and Scott's night time problems had them automatically relegated to lower bunk status, in case of any trickle-down effect, and Ali was going above Dan, while Matt would share with Scott.
They were no sooner inside when both Ali and Scott disappeared into the bathroom, needing to relieve their bladders. Dan needed to pee as well, although not badly, but he needed to change his diaper even worse. He had snuck a second, smaller, Ninja pee into his tape up not long before the buses had arrived. He hadn't completely emptied his bladder, but had just done enough to take the edge off, and he dared not do any more. At the moment, underneath his baggy black jeans, his wet diaper was sagging down between his legs, and while it secretly felt kind of nice, he wouldn't dare try and fit any more into it, at least not on purpose.
When Ali and Scott emerged, Dan picked up his backpack, and started into the now empty bathroom, only to have Scott tap him on the arm, indicating that he wanted to talk privately. Dan nodded, allowing Scott to follow him inside, where they closed the door. If Ali thought this was at all unusual, he didn't react to it, choosing to start setting his sleeping bag up instead, and put his clothes into his allocated drawers. In actual fact, Scott had pre-warned Ali that he wanted to talk to Dan alone, so Ali had been expecting such a thing, so he just busied himself with housekeeping duties, choosing to pretend not to notice.
"What's up dude?" Dan asked, hoisting his bag over one shoulder, and looking questioningly at his friend.
"Not much mate," Scott replied. "Well, perhaps a couple of little things...."
Dan arched an eyebrow, waiting to hear exactly what was coming.
"First," Scott started awkwardly, "do you remember when we talked last week, you know, about the diapers and stuff?" His voice had automatically lowered to not much more than a whisper when the "D" word was uttered.
Again Dan didn't speak, but nodded for Scott to continue.
"Well, you said you might, ah, lemme try out one of those big ones you wear? You know? To bed? In case I have an accident and stuff?"
Now Dan smiled. Of course he remembered their conversation. It had been a quick, whispered one, held between them while Ali and Matt had been lining up at the canteen.
"Sure mate. Don't stress. I bought some extras for you. Don't worry. These ones won't leak."
Scott blushed. "Thanks man. But you might haveta like tell me how to put 'em on. I've only like ever worn Goodnights, at least since I was a baby."
"They're not too hard Scotty. Here. Check it out."
With that, Dan dropped his bag, then undid the button on his jeans, dropping them to his knees. He held his hoodie and t-shirt up, showing Scott the saggy diaper he was wearing. He pointed at the side tapes.
"See these? You just kinda fit it, then do these tapes up to like hold it in place, then these ones. They're resealable, so you can adjust them up tighter afterwards."
Scott looked, but couldn't help noticing how heavy Dans nappy looked. It was intriguing, because he'd never seen a real nappy before, at least one that wasn't for infants.
"Ahh, are you, um, you know, wet now? I'm sorry dude. I shoulda just let you get changed in peace. I didn't mean to pry or nothing."
Dan grinned. He didn't really feel as uncomfortable as he would've thought. Yeah, it felt strange standing in front of his friend and exposing his diaper like this, but at the same time, it was also kind of exhilarating. Freeing somehow. After all, he'd been wearing around Scott since they'd first met, graduating from Goodnights to adult diapers, and they had discussed them in detail, and since his friends now knew all about his wearing habits and incontinence, it almost seemed to be the next logical step, particularly since he was going to be giving his friend some big nappies to try.
He was a bit surprised to feel his dick stirring inside his nappy as Scott examined it though. He gave himself a mental shake. He had no idea where the sudden rush of arousal had sprung from, and he hastily buttoned up his jeans again in case Scott noticed.
"So, you want me to give them to you now, bro?"
"Might as well," Scott replied. "Before Matty gets back at least."
"Why?" Dan asked. "What's wrong with Matty?"
This was exactly the question that Scott had been waiting for. He had rehearsed this conversation in his head a dozen times, and was glad Dan had posed the question, for what he was going to say was going to sound better coming in the form of an answer, rather than a statement out of nowhere.
"That's the other thing I wanted to talk to you about," Scott replied gravely. "There's nothing 'wrong' with Mat," he added air quotation marks, "but, he can be, ahh, a bit 'funny'" again he indicated the quotation marks, "about stuff like diapers." As he finished, he noticed Dan looking confused.
"Basically Danny, I wouldn't be too quick to go showing them, or talking about them in front of Matt. It's like a big unspoken thing between us. He knows I wear to bed, and he's cool about it, but he gets a bit awkward about talking about it. Dunno why, but I guess it makes him feel a bit uncomfortable somehow. I mean shit, we're the ones who should be uncomfortable, 'eh? But Matt gets a bit strange when the topic comes up. I wanted to maybe suggest you don't like flaunt them around or talk about them too much? You know, try not to like weird him out too badly?"
Dan smiled, relieved. Scott's speech had suddenly made a few nagging things suddenly explain themselves.
"You know, I thought he seemed a bit weird lately! There's been a couple of times this past week or two where he's just walked off without saying anything! Thanks for telling me mate. You probably should've said something earlier! I woulda been more careful talking about it! I just figured he was cool about it, you know, being your best mate and all."
He had no sooner finished speaking, when an uncomfortable thought crossed his mind.
"Hey Scotty? Is Matty like, you know, cool with me and stuff? Like, he doesn't secretly hate me or anything?"
Scott laughed, hoping it didn't sound as forced as it felt. "Don't be stupid Danny-boy! Matt doesn't hate anyone! It's just the whole nappy thing makes him feel uncomfortable, that's all. He feels the same about me."
He was surprised at just how easily the lie slipped from his lips, and he hoped the burning sensation he felt on his cheeks wasn't noticeable. He clapped Dan on the shoulder, suddenly in a hurry to leave his presence.
"You get changed mate. We haven't got much time." He took the folded diapers that Dan held out, stuffed them under his shirt, and walked out.
Dan locked the door, and took off his jeans. He removed his wet nappy, and used wipes to give himself a quick clean. Then he urinated in the toilet, before washing his hands. He bagged and binned the diaper and wipes, making sure they couldn't be identified. His mind was racing the whole time. Scott's speech resonated with him. He had been getting a definite vibe off Matt lately, and that explained why. He would make more of an effort to get back into his old habits of being more reticent about discussing his protection from now on. He supposed he had perhaps swung a bit too much in the other direction lately. It was just after such a long time of striving his hardest to keep his diapers a secret, it had been very liberating to finally be able to talk about them with his friends. He probably had been doing so a bit too much he guessed.
Liberating. Just like dropping his pants and showing Scott his adult diaper had been liberating. His mind swirled as he remembered how his little cock had begun to stiffen while Scott looked at it.
Dan shook his head. He didn't understand exactly why that had excited him, and frankly, he didn't even want to think about it. Some things were best left alone.
Five minutes later, his tape up now swapped for a fresh kiddie pull up, which was safely hidden under his baggy shorts, he was sitting on his bunk, talking to his friends while Matt, who had arrived back while Dan was in the bathroom, got changed in front of them. Dan, Scott and Ali had stirred Matt up a bit about taking so long, but Matt just insisted that he needed to crap immediately, or he would've shit his pants. Dan was careful not to make any reference to accidents or diapers when he teased the bigger boy.
They grabbed their drink bottles, and joined the growing throng of boys who were making their way towards the rendezvous point, chattering excitedly in a vast mixture of different pitched voices about what was going to happen next. |
Chapter 23:
The boys were all eventually accounted for, via a roll call. As the roll call progressed, they were separated into three alphabetical groups. There were a few groans uttered, as most boys had planned on staying with their friends, but they were all assured that they would be swapping the groups around regularly over the next few days.
"One of the key ideas of going to camp is to make new friends," Father Michaels explained, "and you won't make new friends if you just stay in your regular classes or groups. There are a range of activities that you will be experiencing whilst here, and it is scheduled so that you will spend at least one activity at some stage with every other young man with whom you do not regularly share classes with. It is hoped that you will use this time to endeavour to make friends with other boys outside of your usual clique."
As it turned out, Danny Jacobs was put in the first group with Matt, or Matthew Jackson, as was his full name. There were obviously a few other boys that Dan shared some classes with, but none who he counted as friends. Dan was only just starting to accept the fact that he actually had friends again. After his social disaster at his old school, which had eventually led to him transferring to this one, he had been resigned to the thought that he would never have any friends ever again. One thing was certain, he would never again take anybody's friendship lightly, but nor would he ever rely on anybody's friendship as a ironclad guarantee. After the way his oldest childhood friends had dropped him when he had started wetting his pants, he had decided to not let other people ever get close to him again.
But of course Amy had successfully circumvented that plan, and Danny couldn't be happier that she had.
But regardless of what old Michaels had said, Dan certainly wasn't planning on going out of his way to make any new friends. New friends were a luxury for normal boys, not boys who wore diapers and wet themselves. As far as Dan was concerned, his only priority regarding friends, was to keep the ones that he already had. He was feeling particularly chummy these days with Ali and Scott, but perhaps not so much with Matthew. But being put into the same group as Matt might prove to be a Godsend. If he could manage to maintain a good rapport with the larger, quieter kid, and not freak him out about diaper stuff, he might eventually be able to consider Matt to be as good a mate as what Scott and Ali were. He realised that having Matt being comfortable with his presence was going to be a major factor in maintaining his friendship with the other boys. They had been friends with each other for over 8 years, more than half their lives, and Dan was the new boy. He knew that if Matt ever decided that he didn't like him, he could make Dans life pretty difficult, and if Scott and Ali were ever forced to choose between them, then Matt had a lot more runs on the board than what he did. He really needed to win Matt over, if he was going to remain long term friends with the other boys.
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Now the teachers and parent volunteers weren't stupid. They were fully aware of how much pent up energy adolescent boys had. They had been forced to remain seated for nearly three hours on the bus, and they were all extremely excited and probably a little bit nervous about what was going to be a hopefully exciting trip, and if they were to have any hope of getting the kids to sleep at night, then they needed to tire them out first. The plan was to keep the boys as busy as possible with activities, tiring them out as much as they possibly could during the day, and feeding their huge appetites with generous meals in the evenings. As long as the teenagers didn't cotton on to the fact that they were in fact being treated as overgrown toddlers, it would work well.
Dans group was scheduled to partake in a nature hike to start with. They would leave the campground, following a series of well marked tracks, and be shown a wide variety of local flora, and hopefully some fauna, with the hint of a possible test or school project in the pipeline, just to keep the boys attention focused.
Dan sidled up to Matt, clapping him on the shoulders.
"Whaddya say Matty? Are we having fun yet?"
Matt grinned back. "So far mate. Let's hope they don't make us do a stupid test on this later." He indicated to where Ali and Scott's group were heading. "Looks like the guys are going bike riding. That's where the bikes are kept. Wish we were doing that instead of a dumb hike."
"Don't worry," Dan reassured him. "We'll get our chance to go as well. Hopefully while they're trudging through the forest looking at stupid trees and shit."
Soon thirty boys, two teachers, and two parents set off along the path, heading out the gate and around the camp, following the track that continually got narrower, until they were forced to walk no more than two abreast. Dan was pleased that Matt appeared to be happy enough to walk beside him, and didn't try and ditch him for another boy, probably one who he'd known for years.
They had been issued with photocopied worksheets and pencils, and were instructed to take notes along the way. A few boys grumbled about how it suddenly felt like schoolwork, but overall it was interesting. One of the volunteer parents had a vast knowledge of the local area, and was able to impart that knowledge in a humorous way that kept the kids entertained, especially with his risqué jokes.
The boys had stopped beside the creek, where part of their assignment was to sketch a picture of the wooden bridge that they had crossed, when Dan heard Matt audibly suck in a sharp breath.
"You alright mate?" he asked.
"Yeah. I think so. I just kinda need to go to the toilet again I think."
"Pee over there. I just saw Mr. Silverstein doing it."
Matt grimaced. "Nah. It's not that simple Dan. I need another crap."
Dan was surprised. "Another one? You only just like had one before we left. Must've only been twenty minutes ago!"
Matt lowered his voice, looking around.
"Yeah. I know. I've got a dose of the runs. I thought I hadn't quite done it all when I went earlier."
Dan looked concerned. "Are you crook mate? If you're sick, you should tell a teacher or a grownup. Thants what old Michaels said."
Matt grinned. "Nah. I'm not sick. I know what it is. It's my breakfast. I had day-old re-heated Mexican pizza for breakfast. That always gives me the shits."
Dan giggled. "You dickhead! If re-heated, day-old Mexican pizza gives you the runs, why the fuck would you have it for breakfast?"
It was Matts turn to giggle. "Simple. I like re-heated, day old Mexican pizza!"
That struck Dan as hilarious, and he guffawed loudly, making Matt snort through his nose, and drawing the pair of them some curious looks from the other kids and teachers alike.
"Something funny Mr Jacobs?" Enquired Father Michaels with a grin.
"No sir. Sorry sir," Danny replied.
"It's alright son. We're not in school now. Nobody minds if you boys have fun, so long as you behave yourselves and keep the notes as asked." He turned in Matts direction. "And you Mr Jackson? Is everything alright with you?"
Matt felt his stomach gurgle, and his backside felt itchy and sweaty. He didn't feel sick, but he could feel his guts lurching a bit. He really was starting to need a poop quite badly, but it wasn't the sort of thing that one announced to a group of thirty plus people in the middle of a forest.
"No sir. I mean yes sir. I mean I'm okay sir," he stammered slightly, feeling a bead of sweat forming on his forehead.
"Hmmm," the elderly priest replied, scratching thoughtfully at his chin. Many years of dealing with teenage boys had given him an almost sixth sense when it came to a kid not being 100% truthful, but whatever Matt wasn't saying probably wasn't important, and the priest knew better than to make a boy stand in front of his peers and say things he obviously didn't feel comfortable about, so he let it slide. As long as the kids were doing as they were told, and not misbehaving, it probably wasn't important.
Dan decided that he would take a quick pee while the group was stopped. It was a delicate balancing act. He was only needing to go ever so slightly, and only then because he'd been drinking loads of water. He should be able to easily hold it until they got back to camp.
But what if he couldn't?
He was only wearing a Goodnight, a "kiddie pull up." If he did strike a problem, such as if the hike took longer than expected, and he didn't get another chance to relieve himself, and somehow ended up having an accident, then his little nappy would probably leak.
That would be bad.
But, having a pee outside now was also fraught with danger. He would need to pull his shorts and Goodnight down at the front far enough to release his willie, and that meant his little nappy would be at least partially exposed while he peed. If another boy happened to be close by, there was a better than average chance of his pull up being discovered. Not to mention the chance of his shorts sliding down in the back as well, when he undid the drawstring. He was wearing his boxer shorts as well, so they should provide enough camouflage. Should.
He saw his chance. The other boys who needed a potty break were walking just off the track behind a screen of bushes, and when Dan was sure that nobody else remained there, he darted off behind the bushes, nervously fumbling with his drawstring.
Dan found the privacy he needed, and grinned at the sight in front of him. A fallen tree layer lengthwise in front of him, and the bark was dripping wet, as was the ground immediately beneath it, showing the evidence of perhaps a dozen students and at least one grownup having relieved themselves there.
Dan pulled his shorts down at the front, but up at the back. He double checked he was alone, then pulled his satin boxers and the front of his little pull up down. He was nervous, and at first he couldn't go. He stood there, his boyhood held in his right hand, while his left hand was holding his boxers, diaper, and shorts out of the way. He relaxed his bladder muscles, but he still couldn't go. He pushed down a bit, and was suddenly rewarded when a strong stream of urine shot out of him, cascading down onto the log in front. Dan sighed with relief, and his body gave a pleasurable shiver as his pee splattered noisily against the log.
He stopped pushing, letting his bladder empty itself of its own accord. He didn't force it, nor did he try and control or restrict his stream. There was bright sunshine beaming down on him, and although it was Autumn sun, and not as savage as its Summertime buddy, Dan could feel its warmth on his private bits, and it felt nice. He usually didn't walk around with his weiner hanging out, no matter how nice a day it might be, and to feel the suns caress on such a hidden spot was nice. As his stream started petering out, he pulled his pants down a little further, exposing even more of himself to the suns rays, and shivering again as his flow didn't just stop, but just turned into a drippy trickle. He knew that a quick push would soon expel the last remaining part of his waste water, but he wasn't in a hurry. It felt calming to be standing in the sun, letting himself slowly empty himself at his own pace. Soon, the trickle slowed to nothing more than a heavy drip, and still he didn't force it, choosing instead to let nature take its course.
He was stirred from his reverie by the sound of approaching footsteps. Someone was approaching him quickly from behind. "Shit!" He muttered, thrusting his hips back suddenly, and tucking his privates hurriedly back inside his pull up. He adjusted his boxers, and grabbed at his drawstring, but froze when he felt a sudden warmth around his boyhood.
The last squirt or two of pee that he hadn't gotten around to forcing out, had suddenly escaped all by itself, and he winced as he felt it soaking into his pull up. It wasn't much, literally only a good squirt, and a last biggish squirt, and his Goodnight was certainly capable of containing it without any danger of leaking, but that all too familiar feeling of wetness spreading across the front of his nappy made him squint his eyes momentarily, before turning around.
When he saw Matt coming, deftly stepping over a fallen branch, he sighed with relief. Dan hitched his hoodie up, and tucked his t-shirt in, before tying up his waistband, and giving himself a little squeeze, surprised at just how wet the little leak had made his kiddie diaper. But one thing was for sure. There was absolutely no way that he'd be saying anything to Matthew about it.
"Gonna have a leak mate?" Dan asked innocently, hoping to keep his voice sounding light, and hoping it didn't betray him into admitting he'd just wet himself a little bit. In all truth, he was furious with himself. He hadn't needed to pee badly, and could have easily held on until they got back, but he'd decided to go, 'just in case.' Not only did that increase his risk of being seen and outed, but he'd managed to still end up in a wet nappy. All that risk for nothing. But of course he couldn't say anything to his friend about what had happened, and anyway, his friend looked like he had more pressing matters on his mind.
Mat was glancing around nervously, his smooth face showing lines of worry, as if he was gritting his teeth.
"Nah," he replied, his voice sounding a bit wavery. "I really need to crap, Danny. Badly. I thought I might be able to go here."
Dan shook his head negatively. Where they were standing was fairly private from a viewing standpoint, but they were only 15 feet from the track where everyone else was standing, and the forest was nearly impenetrable around their small clearing. There simply wasn't any way of going any deeper off the track, and it was too exposed to be popping a squat there.
"No way man. Anyway, even if you did go here, what would you use to wipe with? Leaves? There's not even any big ones!"
Matt sighed dispiritedly, and shuffled his feet a bit. "Yeah. S'pose you're right. I'm just kinda busting a bit, that's all."
"Wanna ask old Michaels to excuse you? I mean, he's gotta let you go if it's an 'mergency."
"Nah. You heard their rules." He affected a silly voice, "No student will go anywhere by themselves except for being in camp. All students will travel with a buddy or an adult if they are outside of the main campgrounds."
"Yeah, true," Danny replied. "But I could come with ya. If ya wanted to ask, I don't mind walking back, you know, it it'll help?"
Mat smiled weakly at him. "Thanks man. That's really cool of you, but I think we're about halfway through now anyway. It's probably easier just to finish the fucking hike. It's gonna take the 'zact same time to go back now as it will be to wait."
Dan nodded. Mat was right. Judging by the track markers, they were approaching the camp now from the other side, having passed the halfway point. It really would be pointless to turn around and backtrack.
"Do you think you can hold on?" Dan asked.
"Gonna have to Dan. Gonna have to," was Matts worried sounding answer.
The hike continued. Matt was thankful that most of the major points of interest appeared to have been experienced already, and their future stops were short. He stopped taking notes, as he was unable to concentrate. His stomach continued to growl and gurgle noisily, and he wondered if anyone else could hear it. Even more worrying was the way his rectum kept twitching. He could feel sharp pains of gas building up, but he didn't dare to try and expel it. If he farted, he would shit in his pants, as sure as night follows day. He continued walking along in silence, occasionally scratching at his bottom, or rubbing his belly, experiencing wave after wave of cramps passing through him, and feeling a warm sliminess sitting just inside his butt-hole, threatening to explode forth at the first chance it could get. A couple of times little traces of gas escaped from his bottom without him having any control, and each time it happened, he paused, expecting to fill the back of his white shorts at any moment. There was one fart in particular, that loosened his muscles momentarily, and he felt the mushy mess suddenly move forward, and it was more good luck than anything that he was able to clamp down tightly, and he felt it slide back up again. He wasn't completely sure that his crack wasn't perhaps a touch dirty now, but he didn't really care, so long as he didn't actually shit in his pants out here, he could put up with it. He had to force himself not to try and scratch his bottom, just in case he had leaked a bit. Smearing runny poop across the seat of his white shorts wasn't something he wanted to experience.
After what seemed like an eternity to young Matthew, the boys emerged from the track on the other side of the camp. They were afforded with the view of some boys playing basketball, 2 games of soccer going on, as well as a bunch of boys randomly kicking an Aussie Rules football back and forth. Scott and Ali's groups, with their mountain bikes, were nowhere to be seen.
Father Michaels addressed his troop. "Alright boys. Have a break. Do whatever you want, but be down at the fields over there in half an hour. Don't lose your worksheets or pencil, and bring them with you. Dismissed."
Matthew didn't hesitate. He took off on a fast walk towards the village, not speaking to anyone. Dan found himself stealing a glance at his mates bottom, half expecting to see signs of a messy accident, and he was relieved for his friend when he didn't.
Danny himself was now faced with a minor problem of his own. He wanted to change his pull up before doing anything else, but he didn't want to do it around Matt. He didn't even know where Matt was going. The public toilets near the mess hall were certainly closer than their cabin, but would offer less privacy for a young man to comfortably move his bowels in. If it was indeed as urgent as it appeared to be, the public toilet would be the best option, but if Matt decided to hold on for just a minute or so longer, he would have more privacy in their own dorm.
Dan wanted badly to go back to the dorm. He wanted to change his nappy, but he didn't want Matt to think that he was just following him, and if they both went back to their cabin, there was no way Dan could see, that he could successfully change without Matt knowing what he was doing. As soon as Matt saw him going into the toilets with his bag, or even a plastic bag, he know that Danny had wet himself and needed to change. Dan was determined not to do anything to remind Matt about diapers, and didn't want to have to make up a lame excuse, or even say the D word in front of him. But, at the end of the day, he needed to change his diaper. So he gave Matt a head start, then followed in the same general direction, hoping that Matt would take the closest option of the public toilets.
Matt had a head start, and was walking briskly, and Danny made no effort to catch him up, choosing to hang back, hoping that Matt would take the closest bathroom option. But every now and then, Matt would slow his pace, even stopping altogether on a couple of occasions, and he'd appear to just stare off into space, or shuffle his feet a bit. Slowly but surely, bit by bit, Dan was catching him.
Again Matt stopped, this time looking back over his shoulder, where he saw Danny walking behind him, trying hard not to catch him. But Dan didn't have much choice, as Matt had paused, and didn't look like he was moving again in a hurry, and he was looking directly at Dan, now waiting for him to catch up.
"'Sup man?" Dan asked, trying to sound casual. "Thought you was going to the shitter?"
Matt was pale. His face looked sweaty, and he appeared to be trembling. When he spoke, his voice sounded two octaves higher, making him sound much younger.
"Danny. I'm in trouble here. I can't hold on. I'm not gonna make it dude. I'm going to shit myself...... what am I going to do man?"
Dans instincts kicked in. After being in similar situations himself on many occasions, knowing that he was about to wet himself, he knew all too well just how frightening it could be. He wanted to help if he could, even if that meant little more than showing support.
"Are you sure mate? You positive you can't just hold it a bit longer? Look, you can see the toilet block from here!"
"Uh-uh. You wonder why I stopped? I had to. A bit started to come out. I stopped it, but only just. As soon as I start walking again, it's going to leak out."
"Is it solid or runny?" Dan asked.
Matt even responded as if it were one of the most normal questions he'd ever been asked, and he answered in a serious tone.
"Runny. Very runny man. It's like water." Matts voice was getting shakier, almost as if he would cry, which would be simply unheard of. It actually pained Dan to hear the level of distress in Matts voice. The big boy didn't speak a lot, and didn't show a lot of emotion, except for laughing. To hear him sounding so stressed was disturbing.
"Chill dude. No matter what happens, we haveta keep walking. Even if you DO have an accident. We're on a break, we can go back to the cabin and you can clean up and get changed and stuff without anyone knowing. Even the guys won't be there! There's only me and you who will know, and I'll never say anything, not even to the boys! Trust me man! If you were ever gonna have an accident, you probably couldn't time it better! All we gotta do is get you there.
"You'll help me?" Matt asked, shifting uncomfortably.
"Cause I will! We're mates, aren't we?" Dan said with what he hoped was an encouraging grin. "Come on, let's go before anyone comes and asks what we're doing."
Matt sighed, nodded, and gritted his teeth as they started to walk together towards the cabin. Neither boy spoke, and apart from Matt occasionally sucking in air, they walked in silence.
"Dan," said Matt, not breaking stride. "I just did it. I just shit myself a bit. It worked it's way out, and I couldn't stop it."
Dan gulped, swallowing hard. This was bad. He had really hope Matt was going to hold it together for awhile longer. He was genuinely at a loss as to what to say or do.
"Um, ah, how do you feel? It's not gonna happen again, is it?"
Matt whispered without turning his head to look. "I feel better. It wasn't much, but it was trying to come out for ages! I just couldn't hold it anymore, it was starting to hurt." He stopped, grabbing Danny's arm to get his attention, and leaned in.
"Can you tell, dude? Tell me! Does it actually look like I shit myself? I'm wearing white, for Christs sake! Great choice! Go on, have a look for me?"
Dan swallowed again, and looked down as Matt swung his bottom around. It wasn't as bad as what Dan had been afraid of, but it was still noticeable. Underneath Matts buttocks, split in half by the seam of his white shorts, was a dirty coloured browny-yellow wet spot, about as round as a coffee mug. He may have perhaps gotten away with it had he been wearing dark pants, but it was glaringly obvious on his white board shorts.
"Um, yeah dude. Ya can kinda see it......"
"Aw fuck it," Matt mumbled, again sounding tearful.
But then, Dan had an idea!
"Matty mate! Here! Tie this around your waist!" Dan had reached down, and removed his hoodie, leaving him dressed in just his t-shirt. It was a warm Autumn day, so he wasn't going to be cold anyway. He held it out, but Matt looked dubious at it.
"Nah man. It'll get, you know, dirty......."
Dan was adamant. "Fuck off Matt! Just tie the bloody shirt around your waist for Christs sake. Don't worry about getting it dirty. It'll wash, and I've got another one in my bag. Come on, tie it and we can keep going before it happens again."
Matt paused as he tried to tie the sleeves of Dans hoodie around his waist. Dan wouldn't have thought it was possible, but even more colour drained from Matts face.
"Whaddya mean again? You think it's gonna happen again!"
"If we don't get you to a toilet soon, it might. If you've got the runs, and it sure looks like it, you'll need to go again very soon. You only just lost a little bit."
"Come on Danny. Let's go," the larger boy said, a look of determination creasing his face, and sounding like he normally did, deeper of voice and somewhat stoic. "Feels slimy," he added softly, as an afterthought.
As they approached the buildings, Danny stepped in front. "Hang on mate. Let me go to the corner of the building first and look around. If the coast is clear, I'll signal, and you come straight away."
Danny was still young enough to have an imagination, and it didn't take long for his little soldier fantasy to come to the fore once more. Suddenly, in his own mind, he was doing a recon for his Special Ops unit, and they were relying on him to guide them safely back to base. Commander Jacobs paused at the corner, perhaps a tad dramatically, a star in his minds own show, and peeked around the corner. The few kids he could see were at a distance from them, so he waved his troops onwards with a saluting gesture. Matt, with other more important things on his mind than playing soldier, didn't notice, but trotted up behind Dan, the hoodie billowing out behind him as he jogged, wincing as he felt his butt cheeks sliding against one another. He was starting to detect a certain pungent aroma emanating from around his person as well.
Dan crossed to the next dorm, this time signaling for Matt to stay put, which he did, leaning nonchalantly with his back to the wall and his head down, apparently lost in thought as two boys ran past laughing, throwing a rugby ball between them as they went on their way. Dan signaled again, and again Matt followed. They repeated this one more time, and were soon safely back inside their cabin.
And not a moment too soon.
Matt had gotten stomach cramps again, just as they reached the back wall of their dorm, and had almost completely voided his bowels there, but with the knowledge that a safe toilet was just on the other side of this very wall, he was able to clamp down again for the final time, and hold it until he had gotten inside. Once inside, he had almost pushed Danny over, apologising profusely as he hobbled towards the bathroom, undoing the hoodie arms and his drawstring waistband at the same time. He didn't even pause to shut the ensuite door, just charging into the nearest door less stall, and ripping his shorts down violently, seconds before a huge, wet sounding fart ripped through the air, followed by a trickling sound, then a moan, and another fart. After that, there was silence, followed by "Fucking re-heated, day old Mexican pizza. Fuck it." Followed by a giggle.
Dan, standing in the bedroom, not having the slightest idea as to what he should say or do, heard this, and snorted with laughter, and he was soon joined by Matthew.
"Dammit Jacobs! This ain't funny! I shit myself!"
This caused Dan to snort again, and laugh even harder. Both boys started giggling, the nervous tension now dissipated, and Danny nearly succumbed to his own loss of control. It was only the simple fact that he'd peed not long ago that saved him. He felt the familiar failure of his holding muscles as he giggled, but was relieved that only a small amount of urine escaped him, re-dampening the front of his Goodnight a bit. He quickly ran into the bathroom, walking past the open stall where Matt was sitting, and deliberately kept looking straight ahead and not sideways at him, but still getting a quick glimpse of his friends stained underwear sitting on the floor in front of him. Dan didn't comment, but pulled down his soggy pull up and urinated into the bowl.
It didn't take long for the nervous giggling to cease, and Matt spoke up from the neighbouring stall.
"Danny. What am I supposed to actually do now?"
"Well, do you think you need a shower?" Danny asked quietly.
"Nah. Not really. I didn't really get it on me anywhere but around my arse. I mean, it's not on my legs or nothing. I haven't really got time to have a shower anyway. And what the fuck am I s'posed to do with my clothes? I can't just pack 'em back into my bag, can I?"
"Wait here mate. Lemme get my bag. It's not that bad."
Danny returned with his backpack and stood just out of sight around the corner from the open cubicle. He rummaged around in his bag, and pulled out his package of wet wipes, and a plastic bag, then blindly passed them into Matt.
"Here mate. Use these, and throw 'em into the bag."
"Cheers Danny. But what am I going to do about my pants?"
"Ditch the undies Matt. They're a lost cause. Your shorts will wash out. I'd give them a scrub in the sink over there with some soap. You'll haveta put 'em away wet I guess, but they'll be clean at least. Next thing, what other shorts did ya bring? Any chance you bought another white pair?"
Matts voice lightened. "I did! I got two pair of these. Gottem for Christmas! They're the same, except for the stripes on the legs. These have green stripes, the other ones are blue! I can put those on! Maybe nobody will notice."
"Exactly what I was thinking Matty. So you ditch the briefs, rinse out the shorts, and put your other white pants on. Perfect! You're gonna get away with this! Okay, you clean up, I'll give you some peace."
Matt sounded both relieved and grateful. "Thanks man. I appreciate your help man. I hope I haven't got any yuck on your jumper."
"Don't care man, so long as you're okay. But I'm gonna go look."
Not long after, Dan called out, "All good Matty! My hoodies still good."
Matt sighed. "Well that's something I suppose," he called out, "I woulda felt bad if I got it like dirty."
The boys soon fell quiet again, each involved in their own private acts of ablution. Dan changed his Goodnight in the bedroom, regretting that Matt had possession of the wipes, but he wasn't about to go in and ask for them. He was soon successfully changed, his wet pull up delicately tied into a plastic bag.
"Daaan?" Matt called out.
"Yeah buddy? Wassup? You need to hurry. They're gonna be looking for us soon.
"I'm worried Dan. What happens if I get the shits again? I mean, what if we're all the way back up there again, and I have another accident? What am I gonna do?"
"You think that's likely, do you Matt?"
"Dunno." Dan could almost see him shrugging. "I wouldn't have thought that I would've shit my pants in the first place really. If it happened once, it could happen again."
"Matty, there's only one thing I can think of that might help you mate, and I'm not gonna say nothing, cause I know you'd hate it."
"C'mon Dan. If you got an idea, tell me. I just can't handle the thought of pooping myself in front of the other kids. That was freaking awful! What's your idea? Go on, tell me."
Dan sighed, worried about what Matt would say about his idea. "Alright buddy, but don't you get pissed at me, okay?"
"Why the fuck will I get pissed at you Dan? You've done nothing but help me! Just tell me what you think I should do?"
"You could wear a pull up Matt. Just in case. You don't haveta use it, but if your guts keep playing up, and something bad happens, you might get away with it. Nobody will know, and it'll keep you like protected and stuff."
There was another silence, and Dan was mentally kicking himself. Scott had specifically said not to even mention diapers to Matt, and yet here he was, telling Matt that he should wear one himself. 'Real smooth Jacobs,' he thought to himself, and steeled himself for the outburst that must be coming. But what he heard next surprised him.
"You think Danny? If I did, you think nobody would notice? It sounds weird, but I'm kinda tempted. No way I ever wanna go through that again."
Dans heart skipped a beat. That definitely wasn't the reaction that he was suspecting.
"They won't know Matt, and I won't say nothing. At least you'll be safe if your tummy keeps playing up....."
Matt agreed, and Dan handed him a Goodnight. Dan then went back and lay down on his bunk to wait. He heard the water running in the bathroom, and Matt soon reappeared, carrying his freshly scrubbed shorts, and his shoes, and wearing nothing but a Goodnight and white socks from the waist down. Dan didn't react, and Matt didn't speak. He rifled through his bag, exclaiming with delight when he found his other shorts. Taking Dans advice, he slipped a pair of boxer shorts on for extra coverage, and was in the process of doing up his shoes when the door banged open, and Scott and Ali barged in, collapsing dramatically across Scott's bed. They only had time for a quick potty break and to refill their water bottles, and the four of them headed off together.
Scott noticed that Matts usual tension around Dan wasn't there. They appeared to be getting on well. Perhaps there was something in what old Michaels said about getting to know people better by hanging around them.
"What do you suppose will be for dinner?" Ali pondered.
"Dunno about you guys, but I could go some day-old, re-heated Mexican pizza," Dan declared, and Scott and Ali looked quizzically at each other while he and Matt exploded with laughter, complete with tears running down their faces.
Scott twirled a finger in a circular motion beside his head, and Ali could only nod in bewilderment. |
Chapter 24:
Amy was in an excitable, happy mood when she arrived home. She hugged her mother, thanking her again for giving Nikki permission to come over. Eventually, Sonia sent her to her room to change the sheets on her bed, smiling to herself at her daughters incessant chatter. The turn around with Amy's attitude over the last month or so was astounding. She'd gone from a quiet, self absorbed little girl with a semi depressing Goth streak and not a lot of friends, to suddenly becoming more popular. Sonia was convinced that Danny had played a big part of that. He was such a sweet, lovely boy, and he was obviously very fond of Amy, and together, they were starting to shine, to come out from behind the walls that they'd built around themselves, and open up, at first to each other, then with other kids. Sue had been telling Sonia about how Dan now had made friends with other boys, and this cute little girl Nikki, was fast becoming a fixture in Amy's life.
Personally, Sonia couldn't be happier. That was one of the reasons she hadn't objected too hard about a school night sleepover, because she was just happy her little girl actually had friends that wanted to do that. Amy had been a bit mopey about Dan going away for "Three Whole Days," and having her bestie come over was perhaps just what Amy needed. Sonia grinned to herself. She'd be willing to bet that not a lot of actual studying would happen.
Amy ran upstairs, dumping her backpack, and kicking her shoes off. She opened her window, hoping that any pee smell that might be present, but unnoticeable to her by now, might air out. She needed to pee, but decided to change her sheets first. Her pull up was already wet anyway, a result of her wetting herself towards the end of Social Studies, the last lesson of the day.
Amy had been sitting there, bored with the lesson, and could feel herself starting to need to go. Of course she had peed at lunchtime, and had kept her diaper dry all day up till then, but suddenly, the extra juice box she'd drank before class started, had apparently made its way to her bladder.
A trip to the bathroom would at least get her out of class for a few minutes, and she had no doubt that she'd be given permission as soon as she asked. All the teachers knew about her bladder issues, and she had been told many times that she could simply just get up and leave should she need to,
But, mere seconds before she could politely raise her hand, another girl, Kimberly, thrust her own hand into the air, and requested permission to leave the room for the same reason. The teacher, Mrs Spratt, denied Kimberly the permission she had asked for, telling her firmly that there was only twenty minutes to go before the final bell, and surely she could hold on that long. Kim had sulkily agreed, and class resumed as normal.
But that put Amy in a predicament. If she was to ask, permission would be granted straight away, then all eyes would be on her, and the fact that she had been given special permission that hadn't been awarded to her classmates would be the topic of whispered discussion. All the girls knew Amy wore diapers and had a condition, but now, going to the loo would bring that condition to the fore again. She hated her incontinence becoming the main topic of conversation, and had decided not to ask, not to draw any attention to herself, but to just hold on, and trust her nappy should anything bad happen.
A pre-emptive strike was briefly considered, but quickly rejected as well. To guarantee a leak free experience, Amy knew she should be standing up, and wearing a fresh diaper, not one she was sitting in, been wearing for over 7 hours, and had taken down 3 times already today to use the toilet. The last time she'd gone, as soon as she'd finished her lunch, she'd noticed that the leg bands had stretched out of shape a bit. She had considered going to the nurses office to change, but her diaper was still dry, and she was having fun playing with Nikki, so she had decided to leave it on instead, expecting that it wouldn't be required to handle a big accident anyway, surely not anything bigger than an occasional dribble or squirt.
Now, sitting in class, her stomach starting to develop butterflies, she regretted that decision with a vengeance.
It seemed the more she tried not to think about it, the worse it got. Now the idea that she might be about to have an accident in class scared her. Again, she thought about getting permission, but a glance at the uncomfortable way Kim was sitting and the grumpy expression on her face changed Amy's mind again. Looking at the clock, she saw there was only 10 minutes left before the bell anyway.
Time dragged, but eventually passed. Mrs Spratt was reading aloud from a book, and the girls were reading their own copies, trying to keep up. Amy couldn't. Her concentration was taken up by the way her pee hole had started twitching, and she resigned herself to reading the entire chapter again later, just to see what she had missed. When the final bell sounded, there was a flurry of activity as all the girls started stowing their books and belongings into their bags or desks. Amy noticed how Kimberly almost ran from the room, looking worried, as her friends giggled.
Amy reached underneath her desk for her bag, and the sudden contraction of her stomach forced the first spurt out of her. She straightened up in her chair, and another jet of pee followed the first. Within seconds, her private area was coated in hot warmth, and her bottom felt wet. She clamped down with all she was worth, slamming her thighs together, and her eyes closed. She had momentarily regained control, but knew a much bigger accident was on the cards, as soon as she moved again.
The other girls filed out of the room with a wave of giggling and chattering, and Amy hung back, pretending to look for something in her desk. Thankfully, a couple of students had waited after class to see Mrs Spratt, and were busy asking her questions about something, and nobody had noticed Amy still sitting there.
She reached under the desk, quickly picked up her backpack, and sat it on her knees, pushing herself back from her desk. Amy stuck her right hand under her dress, and grabbed herself firmly by the diaper, pushing firmly against it, using her palm to hold it in place, spreading her fingers wide to press against the leak guards.
She looked up, sighing with relief at the sight of the back of her classmates heads, as the stood in front of Mrs Spratts desk, deep in earnest discussion about something, and blocking the teachers view.
Only seconds later, she lost control. The diaper started growing hot against her hand, and her bladder voided violently, gushing out its pent up contents faster than what her diaper could be counted on safely handling. Amy pressed her hand even more firmly into her nappy, and felt a pleasurable shiver pass over her as she proceeded to wet herself at her desk.
Because her bladder didn't contain the normal amount of fluid for a 14 year old, it didn't take her as long to empty it as it might for a regular kid, but it still seemed to take a long time, and Amy couldn't do anything except sit still, and try not to let anyone see her with her hand underneath her dress, squeezing tightly into her nappy. She finished urinating at the same time the other girls finished talking. Amy didn't think her bladder had fully emptied, but her level had dropped enough to stem the involuntary flow.
"Yes Amy? Do you need to see me too?" Mrs Spratt asked kindly, having seen one of her favourite pupils still sitting at her desk, open bag on her lap. Thankfully, her view didn't encompass the position of the girls right hand, or that of her school dress.
Amy sighed with relief as the last vestiges of her pee ran out, hopefully to be safely absorbed into her special underpants. She forced herself to sound more relaxed than she felt, as she feigned a frantic search of her bag with her left hand.
"No Mrs Spratt. I, uh, just can't find my bus pass, I know it's in here some....Oh! There it is! All good."
She stood up, and winced a bit as she felt a trickle snaking its way down her left leg, dripping off her knee, and leaving a couple of small drippy spots on the carpet. Mrs Spratt was still smiling benignly at her, so she ignored it, shouldered her bag, said goodbye, and walked out as normally as she could. It was hard to walk normally with her wet, swollen diaper hanging loosely between her thighs.
Initially, she considered changing her diaper before catching the bus, but she would miss the first bus if she did, and that would delay her getting home by over half an hour. That was unacceptable. She needed to get home, air her room out, change her sheets, and have a shower before her friend arrived.
Amy went to her locker, and looked around. Already, the hall was virtually empty. She reached below her dress with both hands, and snugged her diaper up as firmly as she could, getting rid of the sagging crotch problem, but leaving another couple of wet drops on the timber floor. That couldn't be helped of course, and she dragged her shoe over them, smearing them out so they'd dry quicker.
She noticed Kimberly on the bus. She was standing up due to lack of seats, and laughing gaily with her friends. Amy couldn't help but wonder why the other girl had tied her jumper around her waist so that it covered her bum. Perhaps she'd wet herself. Amy would probably never know.
She considered this as she stripped the quilt off her bed, knowing already exactly what she'd find. Her big, tape on diaper, or "sleep pants," had leaked a little bit two nights in a row. Not much, but enough to stain the light blue sheet in a couple of spots.
Amy probably wasn't as diligent about always changing her sheets as she should be. She wouldn't leave a soaked sheet on the bed or anything, but little leaks had stopped worrying her years ago. Sonia had declared that Amy be responsible for her own bed once she turned 10, and seldom helped her with it. The teenager changed her own bedding, and did the laundry herself. Although it was inconvenient, and a bit of a pain sometimes, at least it prevented any discussion or admittance about her bed wetting, and she was grateful about it, although begrudgingly.
The thing was, her queen sized bed was awkward to change, and an unpleasant task. As a result, she wasn't as pedantic as doing it, unless it really needed doing, which thankfully wasn't too often when she wore her tape on diapers. These minor little leaks were a nuisance, but could be tolerated. After all, she had both a plastic sheet and a mattress protector on her bed, and the top sheet usually dried out pretty quickly, so she sometimes ignored them.
Like she was ignoring her hot and heavy diaper.
Her attitude towards wearing a wet diaper could vary a lot, depending on her mood. If she was tired, grumpy, or miserable, (say for instance like a 14 year old girl,) she could loathe them. They were hot, itchy, uncomfortable, bulky, smelly and embarrassing. If she was busy, or in public, like somewhere that she couldn't immediately deal with it, she could learn to ignore it.
However, if she was happy, excited, comfortable, relaxed or aroused, (all of which she often was around Dan,) she loved wearing them, using them, and being comfortable about them, whether they were wet or dry. In this state, she was always acutely aware of her nappy, and enjoyed the way the padding rubbed against her, and she relished the feeling of being able to wear a wet diaper because it felt kinda naughty, even though it was expected of her.
Amy stared at the bed and sighed. There were two distinct urine stains on the light blue top sheet. Neither of them very big, but both were extremely noticeable. At least her quilt wasn't stained.
"Well," she thought to herself, "if I haveta change the sheets, my diaper, and have a shower, I might as well enjoy it!"
She took her dress and singlet off, along with her bra, leaving herself dressed in only her diaper and her white ankle socks with the folded tops, and lay down on the bed, shivering as the cool cotton caressed her back.
She spread her socked feet apart, imagining just how much Danny would enjoy seeing her laying here like this, in just her socks and a wet diaper. She leaned over and took her pacifier from her bedside drawer, and started sucking on it with quick, frequent sucks. She put her hands on her nipples, and felt them harden as her thoughts turned towards Dan. She relaxed her bladder, sucked her paci, and wet herself thoroughly again as she laid there, ridding herself of what she hadn't lost earlier, her breath coming in sharper gasps as she peed.
Only when she had completely emptied herself did she open her eyes and sit up. Her already soaked pull up had been totally filled beyond its capacity to function properly. It had leaked badly from both leg guards, as well as the waistband, and she found herself sitting in a big wet circle about 18 inches across. She stood up on her bed, keeping her socks out of the wet spot, and let her diaper fall around her ankles with a wet splat sound. She smiled to herself, then naked, apart from her socks, she jumped lithely from the bed.
Only then did she strip the sheets, using the dry top one to first dry her bum and private bits with, then wipe down the plastic sheet. She would wipe it with wet wipes before re-making the bed again. She slipped her dressing gown on, picked up Her uniform and sheets, and took them to the laundry room, only pausing briefly to dispose of her destroyed pull up.
Amy showered, dressed herself in her footie pyjamas and a fresh pull up, and made the bed.
She couldn't wait for Nikki to arrive. |
Chapter 25:
The boys spent a very energetic afternoon. They played soccer, basketball, and did a treasure hunt. A big barbecue was cooked for dinner, and they feasted on sausages, hamburgers, chicken wings, kebabs, and salads, although there was more salad than meat leftover at the end of it. The fruit salad and ice cream was popular as well. Of course there were other options for the kids with more specific dietary needs, but our heroes didn't pay those options much heed.
After dinner, the students had the options of watching a movie, (the original Star Wars. The teachers picked it,) or attending the fire pits set up out the back of the buildings, with the opportunity to roast marshmallows and make s'mores, or just float between the two, and that's what they did. A bit of fire-play, a bit of movie, a lot of laughter, and a very good time.
At 10pm, they were sent off to their cabins, with instructions that the lights would automatically be switched off at 10:30. They would come on again at 6:30, and breakfast would be at 7:00. Tardiness would not be tolerated. Father Michaels dragged our intrepid foursome aside, having prepared a special lecture just for them, as they were the only cabin without a resident grownup present. All four boys swore that they would be on their best behaviour. Father Michaels actually believed them too. These were four of his favourite kids, and apart from occasional general mischief, he had no reason to doubt them based on their track record. Of course he was fully aware of Dan and Scott's problems, and he sympathiesed with them, and admired Matt and Ali for their understanding. He made sure that they were aware of the privilege they were being afforded, and was confident that they would behave themselves. At least as much as what you would expect a bunch of unsupervised 14 year old boys could be.
Back at the cabin, after a semi-awkward discussion, it was decided that Matt and Ali would shower that night, leaving the bathroom free for Scott and Dan in the morning, should they especially need it.
Scott and Dan just chilled in the bedroom, making sure that they had their bags with their sleep pants ready to go, so they could get changed as soon as the bathroom was vacant. By the time the other boys were walking out, towelling down their wet hair, as they padded barefoot toward their bunks, now dressed in baggy sweats and pullovers, Dan and Scott were ready to go, although feeling nervous about what was to come inside the bathroom.
Dan paused to nudge Matt on the way past, silently warning the bigger kid that the Goodnight he was still apparently wearing, was sticking out the back of his sweatpants. Matt blushed, silently nodded his thanks, and subtly adjusted his pants to hide it. Dan winked at him, and was heartened when Matt winked back.
The two bed wetters didn't speak to each other as they changed. Each took the semi-private sanctuary of a toilet stall without a door, and they silently swapped their day clothes for night clothes, after trying their hardest to pee as much as possible, of course. For Scott, this included his first ever experience of wearing a proper, tape up adult diaper, and for Dan, swapping his still dry kiddie pull up for the same thing. Both boys dressed in baggy sweats, and Dan swapped his socks for his bed time ones, white ankle length ones.
Dan almost walked into Scott as he exited the stall. His mate was staring worriedly at his own crotch, and squeezing it at the same time. He looked up in surprise at seeing Dan there.
"Shit man! There things are kinda bulky, aren't they?"
"Compared to what you're used too, they are," Dan replied. "But don't worry 'bout it man. There's only us four in here, and we all know who's wearing and who isn't! Trust me, if you have an accident tonight, you're better to be wearing one of these."
Scott smiled, albeit a watery one. "I know mate, and I'm grateful, really. But you gotta unnerstand, I'm not used to these! They just feel kinda bulky." He paused before adding, "Not bad, I don't mean that. They actually feel kinda good. You know? Like safe or something? I like it to be honest. Just bulky, like everyone will know?"
"Only us here Scotty," Dan repeated. "Come on. Let's go to bed."
They ended up sitting beside each other on Dans bottom bunk, while their friends sat beside each other on Scott's bunk. If Matt and Ali noticed how Dan and Scott sat with Dans sleeping bag draped across their laps, then they didn't say anything. Matt on the other hand didn't appear to be in the least bit fazed about the kiddie pull up that he was still wearing, although of course Dan was the only other boy to know about it anyway.
"I've got smokes!" Matt whispered, although loudly.
"You beauty!" Ali exclaimed joyfully. "How many?"
"12. Three each!"
"And how and where are you gonna smoke them, dumb arse?" Scott asked.
Matt shrugged. "Why not in here? In the bathroom I mean? We can open the little windows above the toilets, blow the smoke out, and get rid of the ash and butt by flushing it! The windows are high enough so anyone outside won't smell it!"
He looked at the other boys for approval regarding his master plan. Ali was jiggling with excitement, Dan was grinning broadly, and only Scott looked like he had misgivings.
"You 'member what they said before we left, dontcha? Smoking is one of the BIG no-no's. If we get sprung, BANG! Sent home straight away, our pairs get billed for the fuel, and a weeks suspension on top! Ya really think it's worth it?"
Matt shrugged. "It's only us in here Scotty. The lights'll be going out in five minutes, then they'll do a bed check straight after, like they did last year. After that, say ten minutes, we'll be safe as houses! No grownups will be in here again till morning, and by then, any smell will be gone. We just brush our teeth again, mebbe spray some of that shit deodorant that Ali's got, and we'll be sweet. You don't haveta, of course, but what about you guys?" He gestured towards Dan and Ali. "You in?"
Ali was already nodding vigorously. He wouldn't need to be asked twice. Dan hated himself a little bit, but he wanted to as well. Both himself and Amy had made a pact that they wouldn't smoke anymore, but he'd already broken that once, at Scotts place, and besides, what she didn't know couldn't hurt him. Only Scott appeared to have any misgivings, and he was soon swayed towards the general opinion of the majority.
It was then, that the lights suddenly went out. The boys squealed at first, deliberately over-exaggerating their shock, play acting at being scared, but not for long. Dans friends remembered the surprise bed check of last year, and warned him about it.
"The freaking grownups waited about 10-15 minutes, then did a bed check," Ali explained in a whisper. "They caught a lot of kids mucking around, you know, playing around out of bed and shit, but I don't think they nailed anyone for anything real bad. But we better wait half hour or so 'fore we start smoking, just in case."
Ali and Matt clambered up onto their top bunks with the dexterity of spider-monkeys on speed. Dan stood just out of sight by one window, while Scott took up a similar position against the opposite one. About twenty minutes later, there patience was rewarded.
"FLASHLIGHT!" Dan hissed, and both he and Scotty performed a giggling run, padding over the timber floor quickly, and diving into their respective beds, stuffing their chuckling heads underneath their sleeping bags, trying to contain themselves.
Dan heard footsteps on the squeaky steps that led into the cabin, and he nervously quelled his laughter, and lay still, suddenly convinced that he was about to completely wet himself due to a combination of fear and laughing. For a second, he felt his pee holding muscles loosen, but nothing came out, as he had peed in the toilet not long before. He froze as the door briefly opened, a flashlight beam played around briefly, then the door closed again, almost silently. Dan remained quiet and still, but only for a few seconds, before he heard Ali giggling. Dan couldn't help himself, and joined in, followed almost instantly by Matt and Scott. Within seconds, all 4 boys were laughing uproariously, and trying to hide it, which of course, only made it worse. After they eventually regained control, they continued to lie there, having a whispered conversation about just how much fun this was, how they were going to enjoy a sneaky smoke, and how clever they were.
20 minutes later, it was deemed safe enough, by virtue of mutual decision. The four young boys alighted from their beds, and using the backlight on Dans phone, not even game enough to switch on the flashlight app, they snuck into the bathroom, entered two stalls, 2 boys in each, opened the tiny windows, and lit up a cigarette each.
The next 5 minutes was filled by nervous laughter, a bit of coughing, a lot of whispering, and some good old fashioned male teenage bonding. Matt and Dan somehow ended up sharing the same stall, and Matt even winked at Dan, flashing him a brief glimpse of the elastic waistband on his Goodnight, making Dan momentarily choke on his cigarette while attempting the drawback.
Once done, they made quadruplly sure that the ash and butts got flushed away properly, and then they lined up against the 2 sinks, and each boy brushed his teeth again. They couldn't stop laughing and joking with each other, even when they each took to separate stalls to again drain their bladders before going back to bed again.
Dan pulled his phone out, yawning widely as he did so, making him chuckle again. All four of them had been openly yawning since they finished their cigarettes. It was like the entire exciting, eventful. challenging, and scarey day, finally culminating in a very illicit, nerve-wracking smoke, had finally broken them. Suddenly, they were all exhausted, and for probably as long as they could remember, they actually WANTED to go to bed, and it wasn't even 11:30 yet!
Danny amused himself by looking at some pictures of Amy for a few minutes. Nothing explicit. The explicit ones that she sometimes sent, were never kept, not after he'd enjoyed himself at least once with them. Perhaps twice. He didn't save anything with any wetting, diapers, or nudity. Just ordinary pictures. Amy in her swimsuit. In her school uniform. Wearing her stripey knee socks with her little nightie. (He knew she was wearing a diaper in that photo, but it wasn't visible.) But he didn't need nudity, just the sight of her was enough to sober him up. He instantly felt bad about smoking. He'd promised her he wouldn't, and since then, he'd now done it not once, but twice! It didn't help that he wouldn't see or talk to her for another two whole days either! Admittedly, even at home, he probably wouldn't have actually seen her over these days anyway, but shit! He would've at least spoke to her. The fact that Scott had admitted the same thing about himself and Nikki made Dan instantly feel better, then straight away feel guilty for feeling that way.
He sighed, then yawned again. Checking the time, he saw it was just on 11:30 now. He set his alarm for 3:00am, and tucked his phone underneath his pillow, and fell asleep almost instantly.
In his dream, Dan was busting for the toilet. He really needed to pee, but he wasn't wearing any protection at all, not even a Goodnight. He was wearing his Speedo bathers and nothing else, and he was about to wet himself.
To make matters worse, he was at school.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, he found a big, tape on, night time diaper. Exactly what he was wearing as he was having this dream. He didn't think twice, picking it up, putting it on, and taping it up, all over the top of his swimsuit. Somehow, in the dream, wearing the diaper wasn't embarrassing, but wetting your swimsuit was.
Dan relaxed, safe in the knowledge that he wasn't going to humiliate himself now. He knew exactly what was called for.
A pre-emptive strike.
He glanced around, seeing people everywhere, but not a single one of them paying him the slightest bit of attention. He was about to open his legs out, and stand there, in the playground, and wet his swimsuit and nappy, without a single care in the world, until he heard the siren,
It was a warning. Something was coming, and he stopped.
Waking up with a start, Dan fumbled beneath his pillow for his phone, trying to switch it off before it woke the other kids up. He crossed his legs and gritted his teeth, as he suddenly realised that he was only seconds away from flooding his diaper. Dropping his now silenced phone, he got out of bed, gripped his boyhood as tightly as he could through the protective layer of his nappy, and did a bow legged shuffle towards the ambient light showing through the crack underneath the bathroom door. Even though the cabin lights switched off, the toilet lights remained functional, for obvious reasons, but they could be switched off if desired. By unspoken agreement, the boys had opted to leave it on, each one grateful for the slight comfort that a faint light provides in a dark, unfamiliar room.
His socked feet made no noise, aside from the occasional squeaking of a loose floorboard, and he pee-pee danced himself into the nearest cubicle, where he gave himself his quickest ever diaper removal without causing any damage, and swung himself around into a sitting position, letting his dry nappy fall to the ground with an almost soundless 'plop.'
It seemed to Dan that he peed for an eternity, but at last, he finished. He was still more asleep than awake as he taped himself up again, relying on muscle memory and practice to complete the job.
He was sufficiently awake enough by the time he got back into bed, to feel a slight sense of pride and accomplishment.
He'd survived day one. Yes, his protection had gotten wet a couple of times, but that was minor. It hadn't been accidental, but controlled. At least mostly. He wouldn't consider his leakage on the hike. Didn't count. Jesus! He'd even gotten Matty to wear a pull up! And now, with careful planning, good management, and a bit of luck, he was going to make it through the first night dry.
One more night to go.
Dan rolled over, and without even realising that he was doing it, he put his thumb in his mouth.
Then he went to sleep. |
Chapter 26:
The boys walked together towards the mess hall, slipping into the surging tide of laughing teenage boys headed in the same direction. They were a bit early, and had no trouble securing a table for four towards the back. Dan glanced idly at Scott as they took their seats, curious as to what the state of the other boys diaper had been like this morning. Dan had actually managed to fall into a deep sleep after going back to bed, and he hadn't woken up again once, so he hadn't seen or heard Scott getting up at all. Perhaps he hadn't. Scott had actually shaken Dan awake 5 minutes before the lights were due to come on, giving them a head start and some privacy from their friends, who were snoring softly. Dan had yawned and stretched as Scott walked away, and after giving Scott a head start, he collected his bag and went into the bathroom once he'd heard the water running.
Scott had gone into the shower stall furthest from the door, so Dan didn't have to walk past him. He removed his dry nappy along with his clothes as quickly as he could in the semi-privacy of the door less shower cubicle, folded his protection up for use later, and placed his bag on the bench outside the shower, then stepped underneath the running water as he started to shiver. Jesus it was cold down south compared to the city! He hadn't peed before getting in, and the combination of cold air, and hot running water on his body made his bladder suddenly clench, and a huge stream of pee erupted out of his semi-erect morning hard-on, spraying his tummy with warmth before he'd even gotten into the shower.
He had the strongest urge to masturbate. Not really over anything in particular, it's just one of the perks of being a horny adolescent. If he had have been at home, he would no doubt be taking himself in his hand by now, and his still boyish looking penis twitched excitedly at the thought, growing fully stiff and erect. He did wash himself thoroughly, but knowing Scott was standing only 12 feet away, their naked bodies only separated by the distance, and a few stall partitions, was enough to dissuade him from even thinking seriously about self pleasuring. The thought actually made him nervous, and his boyhood soon retreated back into its flaccid state.
It was when he turned the shower off that he realised that in his haste to get in, he'd left his towel in his bag. He was standing at the bench, naked and dripping everywhere, shivering with the cold that had now made his dick shrivel up so much that it almost disappeared, trying to dig his towel out, when Scott suddenly appeared, dressed but barefoot. Dan had the worst case of baby-dick that he'd had in ages, and he blushed deeply and turned around, hiding his embarrassment with his backpack, as he fumbled with his towel. Scott had no doubt seen his naked embarrassment, but didn't comment, pretending not to notice Dans nudity as he hurried past.
Dan had sighed with frustration after the door had swung closed. Almost every boy at camp would have some unspoken issues about being naked around other boys, either shame, embarrassment, or even simple curiosity, and being caught when your willie was doing an impression of a frightened turtle was pretty high on the list of possible cringeworthy situations. He hurriedly dried and dressed himself, and left the room, but not before checking the rubbish bin. He was wondering whether or not Scott had wet himself last night, but he couldn't tell by just looking at the plastic bags tied up in there. Knowing one of those bags contained Matts pooey underwear, he wasn't going to start opening then to look for any trace of Scott's diaper. There was one un-bagged Goodnight, a camouflage pattern one that Dan easily recognised as one of his own, sitting on top, and obviously dry. He quickly worked out that it would be the one that Matt had been wearing since yesterday. Apparently he must've taken it off at some point during the night, after his stomach had stopped misbehaving. Dan was pleased that his mate hadn't ended up needing it. Scott had certainly appeared to be in a good mood this morning, but whether that meant that he hadn't wet himself, or he was just happy to have gotten away with it, Dan didn't know.
They took their seats around the table, and it soon became obvious that something was going on. A couple of kids were seen running from table to table, whispering excitedly, and boys where looking around in all directions. They didn't have to wait too long to find out, as Travis, a boy that Matt shared some classes with, soon came over and stage whispered to their table.
"Hey guys! Guess what? You know Aiden?"
They did know Aiden, or at least who he was. He was one of the smallest boys, obviously completely pre-pubescent. He actually looked like an 11 year old, although he was 13, and he was the smallest, youngest looking grade 8 in the school. "Shrimp," "Junior," and "Little Aiden" were common nick names that he had to put up with.
"What about him, Trav?" Scott asked.
"He like pissed the bed last night!" Travis informed them with something bordering on glee. "Completely soaked it! He was even wearing pyjamas! Can you believe that? He bought cartoon pyjamas to camp!"
Travis soon ran off, anxious to spread the latest gossip. Things like this can define what being a young teenage boy is like. It's not so much that you want to be mean to another kid that has suffered such a misfortune, but at least while everyone was focused on someone else, they were less likely to be picking on you. It kind of made you feel better about yourself, because you knew that you were out of the firing line of bullies and gossip for a little while at least, as they had an easier target to aim at.
"Poor little bastard," Scott said, after Travis had left, spreading his poisonous gossip like a trail behind him. His friends, being more accustomed to bed wetting than most kids their age, could only mutter in agreeance. They looked around, but couldn't spot the little boy anywhere.
Soon, breakfast was served. Scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and options on cereal, with juice, milk, and hot chocolate, and the guys filled there plates and dug in hungrily. They were perhaps ten minutes into their feast, when Ali nudged Dan, who looked up towards the door.
Father Michaels was entering, alongside a very red faced little boy, who kept his head down and didn't make eye contact. A wave of whispering and mild laughter swept like a wave around the room, although nobody would be game enough to actually point or laugh out loud, as that simply would not be tolerated. Nobody spoke to Aiden, and he fetched himself a bowl of cereal, and finished up sitting next to the old priest at the grownups table, where he spent more time listlessly stirring at his cornflakes than eating them.
"Why do ya suppose he would come to camp without any pull ups if he's a bed wetter?" Ali asked in a whisper.
Dan felt qualified to answer this. "It's probably just a one-off, Ali. I've been to a lot of doctors, and they all say the same kinda thing. Virtually every kid alive will wet the bed at least once in their life, although it's usually when they're younger than eight or nine, but it can happen anytime. 'Parrantely, puberty can cause it, or being like stressed out and stuff. Poor bloke is prolly just been like stressing out about coming to camp, had too much to drink last night, and hadda accident. Could happen to any kid here."
Ali actually paled, which isn't easy to do when you have brown skin. "You think so Dan? Like really? Any of us could just piss the bed for no reason?"
"Dans right mate," Scott replied. "My doctors said the same thing. Ya never know if they're just telling you bullshit to make you feel better or not, but that's what they say."
"Have you ever wet the bed Ali?" Dan asked, then immediately regretted it. He had been determined not to make a big deal out of wetting talk, but here he was, doing it at the breakfast table.
Ali didn't seem at all bothered though. "Yeah. Couple of times when I was little. I was never like a regular night wetter, not like my sister Tasha, but I remember having a couple of accidents. The last time I was about 8 I think. But I was pretty sick with the flu though."
Matt surprised them by suddenly adding to the conversation without being asked. "Me too," he said, his voice mumbling around a mouthful of bacon. "I pissed the bed once when I was nine. Had a bad dream I think."
"You never said anything about that before big fella," Scott said.
Matt shrugged. "You never asked," and went back to his food.
Dan and Scott exchanged glances at this latest revelation, but decided not to pursue it. "Do you think we should say anything to Aiden?" Dan whispered.
Scott shook his head adamantly. "No fucking way mate! I mean, I feel like bad for him and stuff, but think about it Danny. Even if we say anything to him, it's not gonna change what happened. He pissed the bed, end of story. Telling him anything about us isn't gonna fix it, it'll just put us in the spotlight. Better to just keep quiet, and let him deal with it. I know it's not great, but at the end of the day, telling him about our stuff ain't gonna change nothing. I feel sorry for him, but there's absolutely no way I'm telling him anything about myself. You can of course, that's up to you. But leave me outta it."
Dan was forced to agree, although a bit reluctantly. "S'pose your right mate. It was prolly just a one-off thing anyway." But he thought he might have a word with Aiden later anyway, not to tell him any secrets, but to let him know that not everyone was going to hate on him.
After breakfast, the boys gathered in the quadrangle, where they were led in a vigorous calisthenics class, warming them up for the day ahead. Dan was pleased to see that Aiden had joined in with the main group, and was talking to his friends. He even laughed a couple of times, which Dan saw as a good sign. He sincerely hoped the smaller kid would overcome his embarrassment about what had happened.
The boys were again broken up into different groups, with Dan and Matt being placed into the bike riding group to start off with. Dan was looking forward to riding a mountain bike along the forest tracks, but he had some concerns about wearing his pull up.
His experience had shown him two things about bikes and pull ups. First, a Goodnight didn't usually stand up too well with the rigours of bike riding, often breaking the elastic around the leg bands, and secondly, riding a bike usually resulted in his shirt creeping up, and his pants creeping down, meaning his little nappy had a better than average chance of being exposed.
Excusing himself briefly, he ran back to the cabin, where he removed his Goodnight, sat on the toilet and peed as much as he possibly could, and swapped his grey sweatpants for his camouflage shorts. This wouldn't attract any attention, as shorts were better than sweats for bike riding, and the dark green camo shorts would hide any leaks better if they should occur.
Being unprotected wasn't ideal, but Dan already knew that there were going to be times when wearing a diaper wouldn't be feasible, and this was one of them. Besides, as long as he was careful, he shouldn't have any problems.
It felt strange as he jogged back to where the other kids in his group were waiting for the teachers to unlock the bike shed. He felt lighter, freer somehow, almost normal. He remembered what it used to be like being a normal boy who didn't wear a diaper all day. He missed it, and for the thousandth time found himself wishing and hoping that perhaps one day he could be like that again.
At least he was now, if only briefly. |
Chapter 27:
"Amy! Nikkis here!"
Sonia's voice resonated into Amy's room from downstairs via her open door. She had been laying across her freshly made bed, reading the chapter of her social studies book that she had been too distracted to concentrate on during class, her pacifier rolling around in her mouth as her tongue twirled it over and over as she concentrated. She grinned, throwing the dummy back into the safety of her drawer, slamming both it, and the book shut, then running downstairs as quickly as her footie pyjamas would allow on the polished floor. She ran into the kitchen, tilting her feet a bit to get off the grippers that covered her pyjama feet, and deliberately sliding to a dramatic stop in front of her friend, who laughed gaily.
"Amy! Don't do that! You'll break your damn leg or something." Sonia chided, trying hard not to appear at all amused by her daughters enthusiasm.
"Sorry mummy," she said, without a hint of sorrow, as she grabbed the shorter girl in a tight hug, making Nikki drop her bag and grunt as she returned it.
Nikki was dressed in a pair of black lycra knee length bicycle shorts, with a pink hoodie with the word "Princess" printed in pretty script across the front, with pink ankle socks and her sneakers.
"Aren't you cold?" Amy asked, pointing at her choice of shorts.
"Nah," Nikki replied with a grin. "So long as I've got a warm top on, I'm okay. My legs don't get cold."
"Come on! Let's go to my room," Amy squealed excitedly, grabbing Nikkis hand and dragging her toward the stairs. Sonia smiled at the sight of the girls as they ran up the stairs, holding hands and giggling. She noticed how her daughters diaper was sticking out of her pink pj pants, but didn't say anything. When Amy had arrived home from school, Sonia had suggested setting up the air mattress in her room for Nikki to sleep in, but Amy had declined, saying that Nikki could just bunk in with her.
"What about your nappy though? Nikkis sure to see or feel it."
"Doesn't matter mum. She knows I wear them. It won't bother her."
Sonia sighed, but smiled happily to herself. Teenage girls were just so hard to read sometimes. There were times when Amy could seem mature beyond her years, serious, solemn, even dour, especially when it came to dealing with her incontinence, but, at other times, she could be as silly and giggly as a three year old, running around without a care in the world about her nappy showing. But as long as she was happy, Sonia wouldn't interfere. If her daughter was comfortable enough to be openly padded around her friends, it was certainly better than "The Olden Days," as she was starting to think of them, when Amy had no friends and no social life. Back then, Sonia had begun to despair about her little girl ever even having friends, let alone being comfortable enough around them to let her protection show, not to mention sharing a bed while wearing them.
"Whaddya want to do?" Amy asked, as Nikki kicked her sneakers off without worrying about undoing the laces.
"Don't care," Nikki replied with a shrug of her scrawny shoulders. "So long as you don't actually expect us to do any stupid studying!" This proved to be somewhat hilarious, and both girls laughed out loud.
"We oughta make it look good though," Amy suggested, gesturing to her desk, where she'd spread out her science books for window dressing. Nikki grinned, adding her book, writing folder, and pencil case to the general clutter. Amy noticed again how everything that Nikki owned was cheap looking, obviously purchased from a K-mart or similar, just like her clothes, schoolbag, and lunchbox. She thought how it must be tough going to an expensive private school, where nearly all the kids came from families that were more financially comfortable than what yours was, and nearly everyone had the latest toys and gadgets. Nikki did have a cell phone, but it was a big old non-smartphone type, with no internet access, and prepaid, to be used only for texting and emergency calls.
"Wanna game?" She suggested, pointing at her Xbox, and Nikki enthusiastically agreed.
"I used to have a Xbox," she explained with a touch of sadness, "but it broke, and mum couldn't afford to fix it. I don't even have any games anymore. I sold 'em for extra money last holidays. I can't wait to turn 14 and a half so I can get a part time job!"
Getting an after school job wasn't anything that Amy had ever even considered. Firstly, she couldn't imagine wearing a diaper to work at McDonald's or anything, plus she didn't really need one. Sonia was able to provide her with most things that she needed within reason. The sudden realisation of their differing financial positions made her feel guilty, now she thought about it, but she didn't think that Nikki felt anything bad towards her, which was nice. Amy didn't think that Nikki actually had a bad or jealous bone in her skinny body.
Soon, they were laying on there stomachs, side by side, playing Spyro, and having a great time. They didn't even hear Sonia coming up the stairs, and she surprised them when she stuck her head through the open door to announce that dinner was ready.
"How's the studying going girls?" She asked sarcastically, suppressing a smile at the way both girls blushed.
"Just taking a break," a red faced Amy muttered, pointing at the book strewn desk. "Don't wanna like burn out you know?"
"Suuurrre, 'studying,' Sonia said with a grin, providing a silly voice to go with the air-quotation marks she made.
"Muuuummm......." Amy begun, but stopped when Sonia laughed at her, ducking out of the room.
"You think she's on to us?" Nikki whispered.
"Yeah," Amy replied. "I can never get too much past mum, but she's really cool though, you know, like for a mum. She can be a bit of a dag though."
Dinner was well received. Steak, salad, and french fries, with fruit salad for dessert. Amy had yogurt instead of ice cream on her fruit salad, less she risk upsetting her stomach again. She hadn't been game enough to have ice cream again since her disastrous messy accident in front of Dan and Sue way back when they first met. Nikki surprised them both with her appetite. She ate everything in front of her, quickly, but with manners, obviously relishing Sonia's cooking a lot, and even finished off some of Amy's unwanted fries, and accepting the offer of a second bowl of desert. Even though she was stick-thin, it appeared that she had hollow legs. Sonia eyed her with a touch of concern, silently wondering when the kid had last eaten a generous meal of decent food. She made a mental note to invite both Nikki and her mother around for meals more often.
"Can I help with the washing up?" Nikki asked politely after the table was cleared.
"Nah, we just chuck it all in the dishwasher," Amy explained. "Don't you guys have one?"
"Yeah. It's called 'me!' " Nikki said, and mother and daughter laughed at her joke, thanked her for offering, but Sonia sent them back upstairs to continue "studying," not forgetting to add the quotation marks.
The two teenagers decided that perhaps half an hour of revision might not be a bad idea, even though there was no test, but it made them feel a touch less guilty at the same time. Sonia was actually surprised when she knocked, then walked in anyway without being invited, and found the pair of them sitting opposite each other, cross legged on the floor, with their books spread out between them, giving each other random questions to answer. Sonia affected a dramatic swooning motion at the sight, and Amy responded by playfully sticking her tongue out while Nikki laughed.
"I'm going to pop over to Sues for a coffee," she explained. "She just rang me, and I think she's feeling a bit lost without Danny there."
"She's not the only one," Amy replied in a mock gloomy voice.
"Maybe I should invite her to your 'Our Boyfriends Are Away And We're Bored On A School Night Without Them, Even Though We Wouldn't See Them Anyway, So We'll Have A Slumber Party' party?" Sonia replied sarcastically, making Nikki giggle again at their mother-daughter byplay.
Amy quickly assured her that wasn't necessary, and after moaning dramatically about being "forced" into standing up and giving her mother a kiss goodbye, she turned around and grinned mischievously, as Sonia's footsteps echoed as they descended the stairs.
"Your mum is pretty cool," Nikki said with a grin, then burped, "and a great cook too!" She glanced at Amy, who was standing directly in front of her, then added "Your diapers sticking out, Ames." This was said in a complete matter-of-fact tone, as if she was commenting on the weather. It was one of the things Amy had grown to love about her friend.
"Meh! So? It's not like you haven't seen it before! Hey, are you cool about like sharing a bed, ya know, like sleeping with me? I mean, I am the worlds biggest bed-wetter and shit, I like totally get it if you'd rather sleep on the air bed thingy."
Nikki looked surprised. When Amy had suggested it earlier, Nikki had jumped at the chance. She wondered if perhaps she had somehow given Amy the idea that her bed wetting bothered her or something.
"Don't be stupid Ames! Coz I know you're gonna wet. Why do you suddenly think it'd bother me? It might cost you though. I might charge you a diaper for it, I think. Whaddya say? Can I please wear one too? I ran out of my Goodnights ages ago. If I hadda known we was going to like have a sleepover, I woulda saved one. To tell ya the truth, it'd actually make me feel better too. I mean, I haven't wet the bed in absolutely ages, like an accident I mean, I still do it on purpose every now and again, just to keep mum on her toes. I just like don't dare to do it too often, 'cause she'll end up taking me to the doctors, and he'll know I'm faking it. But it would be just my luck to actually have a real accident the first time I ever sleep in the same bed with anyone. I keep thinking it'll probably happen if I ever slept with Scotty, although that wouldn't be like for years or anything anyway."
"Cause you can wear one," Amy replied. "I was going to offer you one anyway. Not cause I thought you'd piss the bed or anything, but I know you like 'em, and it'd kinda make me feel better too. I've never-ever slept with anyone except mum, and even though I know you're cool, I still feel real weird about sleeping next to you while I'm diapered."
"BYE GIRLS!" Sonia shouted, and they yelled their response as the front door closed heavily, and the deadlock engaged.
"You still doing that pee-undie thing?" Amy asked with curiosity, feeling safer to openly talk about it now that her mother had left, and wetting was back on the agenda, as it always seemed to be whenever Nikki was around.
Nikki grinned broadly. "Wearing 'em right now," she admitted with a chuckle, patting herself softly on the crotch of her bike shorts. "Peed in this pair 37 times now! I've rinsed them under the shower a few times, but I haven't actually washed them, like in the machine. They're like permanently stained now."
"My God!" Amy replied, eyes open wide with wonder. "How come they don't smell then?"
I washed them in the shower yesterday," Nikki explained, "so they're as clean and fresh as they're ever gonna be. I was kinda hoping I might get to wet them tonight perhaps? You know, if we played any peeing games?"
"Whaddya mean 'if?' " Amy said wickedly, making them both giggle about the naughtiness of their conversation.
Nikki pulled at her crotch a bit. "I kinda need to go now actually. I deliberately didn't pee since after I got off the bus after school, 'cause I was sorta hoping we might do some pee stuff together tonight."
"Didja pee your pants in the park walking home again?" Amy asked, fascinated as always by Nikkis daring when it came to doing that while walking home.
Nikkis evil grin was answer enough. "Yeah. I wasn't going to. I peed at school at lunchtime, and I was gonna hold on and not go again until tonight, but by the time I got off the bus, I was busting, and I knew that there was absolutely no way that I was gonna be able to hold it for that long, and when I cut through the park, there was no one around, so I sat on a bench, pulled my dress up, and soaked my panties! Oh Amy! It felt sooo good! I made a HUUGE puddle under the bench, and my knickers were sticking to my butt! I was kinda lucky really. I passed a group of boys as I was walking out, and if they hadda turned up like a minute earlier, they woulda seen me sitting there holding my dress up while I peed through my underpants!"
"Oh man! That WAS lucky," Amy replied, feeling a familiar warmth that wasn't pee related inside her diaper, as she pictured Nikki wetting under her school uniform. "Your mum never finds out?"
"No. Not yet, anyway. I get home before she or Troy do, so I rinse 'em out, and hide them under my bed, and put clean ones on. If I get the chance to do my own laundry, I'll put them in the washer with my uniform, if not, I'll just leave the clean dry ones in the basket for mum to find. Sometimes, I'll get three or four pairs under my bed, and I'll haveta wash them by hand in the shower so mum doesn't find them." She shrugged, "It's pretty easy really."
"So.....are ya thinking about wetting yourself tonight?" Amy asked, trying to sound merely interested, and not excited.
"Course I am! If you are too? I didn't wanna keep borrowing your diapers all the time, that's why I wore my bike shorts. I can wet myself in them, you can't tell by looking, and they dry out real quick. I figured if we got the chance, I could maybe pee in them outside, then just get changed for bed!"
"Well, we've got a perfect chance now, don't we?" Amy asked. "Mum'll be gone for awhile, so we can go outside around the pool! I'll take my pyjamas and nappy off, put some pants on, and do it with you!"
Nikki squealed with delight, and clapped her hands together. "That's great Ames! I thought you'd probably be happy to do it with me!"
Amy busied herself, searching through her chest of drawers, finally emerging with her pink teddy bear panties, light blue high cut running shorts with lace trim, that she had wet in front of Dan when they had played in her pool a few weeks ago, and a bulky knitted jumper, with sleeves so long that her hands disappeared into them.
"What do you think of these?" she asked Nikki, showing her her choice of pants. "Danny liked it when I peed in these, but I think I'll need a jumper on tonight."
"They're cute!" Nikki exclaimed. "And, if you wanted too, I bought some cigarettes?"
Amy shook her head with a wistful smile. "No thanks Nik. Me and Danny made like a pact, that we aren't gonna smoke anymore, 'specially after we got caught last time."
Nikki looked confused. "When did you guys do that? Daniel was smoking with Matt and Ali at Scotts place when they slept over last week. Scott told me."
Amy rounded on her, eyes flashing.
"What? Danny was smoking? That little shit! He promised me he wasn't gonna do that anymore, and I said the same. The rotten bastard!"
Nikki suddenly felt contrite, realising that she had said something that she shouldn't have.
"Geez Ames, I'm sorry. I didn't know you guys had like made a deal like that. I shouldn't have said nothing. Don't get all mad with him."
"I'm not really mad," Amy explained. "I kinda understand why he would I s'pose. It's not like I don't ever feel like one myself, it's just I think he would be stronger than that, you know, like have more willpower and stuff. I'm just a bit disappointed that he didn't tell me, that's all."
"You're not gonna get into a big fight with him or anything, are ya?" Nikki asked, nervously.
"Nah, I guess not. But, if he can cheat like that, so can I!"
She turned her back to Nikki, and dropped her pyjama pants and pull up, unable to see the way Nikki admired her bare buttocks as she slipped into her panties and shorts, then shrugged into the jumper, pulling it over her pyjama top. Slipping her feet into her flip flops, she issued instructions to Nikki.
"Come on Nik. Let's go wet our pants! Bring ya smokes!" |
Try again.
Chapter 28:
Nikki started rummaging around in her bag, which was on the floor. She did this in the peculiar way that girls do, by not bending her knees much, choosing instead to bend deeply at the waist, giving Amy an up close and personal view of her lycra covered butt while she searched. After a few nervous moments, she triumphantly held a battered cigarette packet aloft with a gleeful "Tah-Dah!" She started towards the door, but paused when Amy stopped her.
"Um, hang on a sec Nik. You, um, said you were wearing your pee-panties?"
Nikki grinned, nodding her head in the affirmative, and unconsciously touching herself between the legs at the mention of it. "Yep! Sure am! Why?"
"Oh, no reason I s'pose. I, ah, was just kinda wondering if you'd, um, like maybe show me what they look like? You know, before you get them all wet? You said you'd like peed in them a million times or something?"
"37 and counting," Nikki replied with more than a touch of pride. "Sure I'll show you Ames! All you hadta do was ask!"
Without waiting for a response, and showing none of her regular shyness, Nikki dropped the cigarettes on Amy's bed, and pulled her bike shorts down past her knobby knees without a moments hesitation. She stepped out of them, and hooked her toes into the backs of her socks at the same time, pulling them from her feet one at a time.
"Probably should take my socks off I guess. Don't need to get them wet as well," she explained.
Nikki lifted the front of her baggy hoodie up high with her left hand, fully exposing not only her panties, but her belly button as well. Amy's eyes were immediately drawn to the sight of her friends underwear, and she realised that she had in fact seen these ones before.
They were the white ones with the bright red stripes going around them, and red elastic around the waist and legs. They appeared to be made of a thick cotton, and had a thicker than normal gusset as well. But what really made them stand out, was the heavy stains and discolouration that covered them. They were visibly stained a pale yellow colour almost to the waistband in both the front and back, and the stains got darker and yellower the closer you got to the crotch. In between her skinny legs, the fabric was now almost a light brown colour, which showed up glaringly, especially on the white stripes. Nikki did a graceful pirouette, all whilst holding her top out of the way, giving Amy a perfect view of how her bottom was covered in what was obviously a dried pee circle.
Amy giggled at the sight. "My God Nik! They look disgusting! I can't believe they don't stink!"
"Toldya that I rinse 'em out in the shower," she replied. "I have too, or else they get really smelly and crusty. But I don't use any soap or nothing, just hot water. It keeps most of the stains, but gets rid of the stink. Well, most of it at least. They still get a bit crustified and stiff though. Here. Feel 'em!"
She thrust her hips towards Amy, still holding her hoodie up. Without thinking about it, Amy found herself reaching out, and rubbing the back of her forefinger against Nikkis crotch, only pulling it back when she suddenly realised exactly where she was touching her friend. She blushed a bit, but Nikki seemed oblivious to her touch, as if it were completely normal to have her friends touching her between the legs.
"Whaddya think? Pretty gross, huh?"
"God! They are stiff," Amy said, mesmerised by the sight and feel of them. "Aren't they uncomfortable, or itchy? And how did you manage to pee in them so many times? Aren't these the same ones your mum washed for you after you wet the bed a week ago? It's a wonder she never said anything to you about them!"
"They're not uncomfortable at all," Nikki explained. "I actually kinda like the rough feeling down there. It sorta like reminds me that I've got my naughty knickers on. And peeing in them so much is easy. I just do it a few times every day. I take them into the shower every morning, and wet myself before I turn it on, then I put 'em on after school, and pee through them when I'm sitting on the toilet, you know, like if I haven't already wet myself walking home. Sometimes, I'll just put them on during the evening before bed and use them. I don't think they've actually been like totally dry for awhile before today. I'm glad I rinsed them out yesterday and hung them up in my closet, 'cause they were dry enough to put on tonight. I know whatcha mean about mum seeing them too. That was freaking me out more than having her know I pissed the bed! I think because they were still inside my pyjama pants, she didn't really see them properly. I mean, if you picked your daughters pissy pants up off the floor, I suppose you're not really gonna be like examining them closely or anything, are you? I made sure I took that load out of the machine though."
"I suppose you're probably right," Amy agreed, as Nikki started putting her shorts back on. "I guess I'm just not used to wearing undies anymore. I know mummy still checks my diapers sometimes, if I don't like bag them up properly, but I think she's always more worried that I've pooed myself or something."
Nikki collected the cigarettes, and they both picked up their phones, and started walking down the hallway, Nikkis bare feet making no sound at all, and Amy's thongs making a slight slapping sound on the tiles. She touched herself nervously a couple of times before they got outside, the simple act of walking around undiapered feeling almost completely alien to her. She always felt nervous being inside without her protection, but was able to relax a bit as soon as she got outside. Currently, she didn't really need to pee, although she knew that she could if she tried, but needing to go and accidentally going were two completely separate concepts for Amy. She certainly didn't have to be feeling it to have pee suddenly running down her legs.
Nikki, on the other hand, did need to pee. She had wet herself after school in the park at around 3:30, and it was now almost 8:00 o'clock, and she had been making sure to drink as much as possible to build herself back up again. Now, with the cool night air caressing her legs, and the even colder concrete underneath her bare feet, combined with a sudden increase in her excitement levels, along with the associated nervousness, her particular need for relief was quickly skyrocketing. Amy suppressed a grin when she held the pool gate open for her friend, and saw her rubbing at her crotch in a distracted way.
"Need the potty Little Nikki? Don't you go tinkle in your pants!"
"I'ma try not too," Nikki said in an exaggerated, little-girl voice. "If I go pee pee in my pants again, I'ma gonna haveta wear a didee!"
That word always cracked Amy up, and this was no exception. She snorted loudly, then almost choked, causing herself to pause briefly, clamping her knees together, and trapping her right hand against her pee hole, feeling her bladder muscles loosen as she laughed.
"Freaking didee," she gasped,through a sudden fit of giggling, and she felt a sudden, albeit slight warmth on her hand. She struggled to pull herself together for a moment, glaring at Nikki with mock anger. "Well done Nik! You just made me pee a bit."
Of course Nikki thought that was completely hilarious, and erupted in squeals of laughter, making Amy hunch over with laughter herself, and stage-whisper to her friend to shut up, less the neighbors hear, but not before she felt a little bit more pee escape. Both girls remained stationary for a few seconds, with their hands jammed tightly into their shorts, feeling their bodies demanding relief, but unable to stop giggling at the same time. Eventually, Amy was able to roughly shove the other girl through the open gate, and point to a spot behind the above ground pool, towards the pump shed. Nikki stumbled as she walked in the unfamiliar dark, tripping over the hose, and creating more laughter from the pair of them. Amy was able to close the gate, grab Nikki by the shoulder, and manoeuvre her in the dark in the direction she wanted her to go, getting to where there was a dark, secluded little spot, the same spot where her and Dan had shared their first, proper kiss like a lifetime ago. She always had warm, happy memories of that spot, but now, the only warm spot she was aware of, was the one in her little blue running shorts. There was a magnetic torch stuck on the side of the metal pump shed, and Amy fumbled it on, pointing the beam down onto the concrete, making sure that there were no creepy-crawlies running around where she wanted to sit.
"SHHHH!" She admonished Nikki, exaggeratedly, eliciting even more snorts of laughter from both of them, until they both finally managed to sit down on the cold cement, Nikki leaning her back against the pool, and Amy against the shed, which groaned loudly, creating even more mirth for the teenagers.
"Why are we whispering?" Nikki asked between chortles, but quietly.
Amy stopped mid giggle, suddenly looking confused. "I really don't know," she replied in a calm, regular voice, catching Nikkis eyes with her own in the ambient light from the torch, causing her to suddenly stop laughing as well, but only until the absurdity of the situation caught up with them, and they exploded into uncontrollable mirth.
That wasn't all that exploded. Amy felt a strong jet of pee shoot out of her, instantly warming her inner thighs, and at first, she squeezed her legs tightly together, but all that accomplished was forcing a small river of pee along the little valley where her thighs were clamped tight, forcing her to abandon that plan, and fling her legs open in a big V formation instead.
Amy directed the flashlights beam onto her crotch.
"I'm peeing my pants! I'm peeing my pants! I'm peeing my pants!" Her voice again lowered, and almost hissing the words out, but still laughing.
Both girls had tears in their eyes as they watched a big, round, dark blue rose suddenly blossom on the light blue crotch of her little running shorts. The rose soon sent out roots, which magically spread outwards from beneath Amy's bottom, and within seconds their was a miniature lake directly in front of her crotch, where there was a slight hollow in the concrete, allowing a tiny body of water to form, before snaking outwards following the low spots on the cement. The sight of it sent Amy off into even heavier bouts of giggling, and she gave up all around. She couldn't stop laughing, or peeing, so she just gave in and let it happen, her girlhood and bottom getting coated in liquid warmth, thoroughly soaking her shorts and the pink, teddy bear panties beneath them, while her and Nikki laughed and watched it happen.
Amy noticed that Nikki, sitting opposite her, had her hand in her own lap, which was visible because she too had her legs spread, her feet virtually parallel with her best friends, and she was actually squeezing herself, and tightly. She was pushing down with her thumb, pinching the skin on her privates firmly with her forefinger and index, but making no attempt to close her legs at all. Her black lycra bicycling shorts were pulled so taught, Amy could see the outline of her friends vagina and butt cheeks. After about twenty seconds, her pee stream, and her laughter, both seemed to taper off at the same time. By then, she was sitting in a puddle, but she didn't care.
"Ah do declare, ah think ah peed ma pants," she declared solemnly, but matter-of-factly, speaking with a bad, Southern accent, which caused the laughter to briefly re-ignite again, although this time she didn't have any more pee to lose.
Nikkis slightly dirty, little bare toes were curling, their painted pink nails flashing at Amy, and she re-doubled her tight grip on her pee hole, even grunting a bit and leaning forward, but at no stage did she try to close her legs at all. She eventually released the death grip on her pee hole, and heaved a deep sigh, but she left her hand positioned loosely in her lap.
Amy looked at Nikki enquiringly. "What about you? Still dry?"
"Only for the moment Ames," Nikki replied. "I can feel it right there, waiting to come out. I almost wet myself when I was laughing, I don't know how I didn't really, but I didn't. But I'm gonna lose it like real soon. I just want it to be an accident, that's all."
"Fair enough," Amy said with a smile. "Come on! Let's have a smoke before mummy comes back." Neither her, or Nikki, registered the way that she had regressed into baby talk when mentioning her mother, as soon as she'd wet herself.
"Shit!" Nikki said with a laugh. "Believe it or not, I actually forgot about why we came here. I kinda got distracted by, well, you know...." she gestured vaguely at the puddle that Amy was sitting in.
Amy just smiled, as she was distracted herself as she used her left hand to probe and pull at her shorts, both front and back, trying to assess the damage, although she already knew that she was saturated.
She didn't care though. It had been fun! A little bit of good-old pants wetting playtime was just what the doctor ordered to help her get over Danny's absence. She wished that he was there to share it with.
Nikki suddenly squeaked. She had been in the process of lighting a cigarette, when she had lost control and started wetting herself. Quick as a flash, Amy shone the torch on Nikkis crotch, and was rewarded as the light reflected off what looked like a little fountain shooting almost straight up through Nikkis tight pants. The stretchy black fabric didn't highlight a wet spot as easily as Amy's sky blue shorts did, but a shiny wet patch was spreading rapidly across the girls crotch, and then the cement.
Nikki didn't speak. She held out the lit smoke almost absently for Amy to take, then proceeded to light another one as she wordlessly watched herself wetting. Only when she had completely finished, even squeezing a tiny fart out, as she lifted her buttocks slightly to push the last remaining drops into her dripping pants, did she look directly at Amy again, with a firmness that wasn't usually present in her gaze. She suddenly looked about four years older, and somehow more confident, Amy thought at the time.
Amy took a distracted drag on her cigarette, completely relishing the myriad of naughty feelings she was currently feeling, from wetting her pants instead of a diaper, then seeing her BFF doing it, to smoking again, and even feeling maybe just a touch aroused.
Yep, she really really did wish that Danny could be there with her right now, just to share the fun. but unfortunately, he wasn't.
But, at least she had Nikki..... |
Chapter 29:
The uncomfortable silence wasn't huge, but it was there, if only briefly. Perhaps five seconds or so of nervous quiet.
Nikki deliberately ended it by suddenly exhaling loudly and dramatically, "Boy! I guess this is kinda weird, isn't it?" Amy noticed how that strange boldness appeared to have departed from Nikkis features, and she sounded a bit nervous and unsure, much like she usually did around Amy.
"S'pose so," Amy reluctantly agreed, "but it IS fun though, isn't it? I mean, it's nice to just deliberately do something naughty just because you can sometimes, don't ya reckon?"
"For sure," Nikki said, nodding her head. Amy noticed how her friend was mirroring her, and continuing to sit with her legs spread wide, their bare feet almost touching, as they sat opposite each other, smoking, and watching their twin pee puddles slowly stretching out towards each other, obviously following the natural drainage run off of the concrete on which they sat. "I'm not saying it's not fun Ames, it's just a bit weird I guess. I just didn't think I'd ever meet anyone, boy or girl, who would understand how much fun wetting your pants could be! Now I've met you, and Dan of course, it just makes me feel a little bit, I dunno, less weird maybe? Like I'm not the complete fuckhead that I always thought I was? You know?"
"I know what you mean, Nik," Amy replied quickly, wanting to reassure her friend that yes, she truly did understand what the other girl was saying. "But you're still a fuckhead," she added, making Nikki squeal with mock indignation, and attempt a kick of Amy's foot with her own, which easily missed.
"I reckon I could go again," Nikki said, contemplating the idea. "You know what it's like! You're sitting down like this, you pee your pants, but when you stand up, there's always a bit left? Like your bladder doesn't completely empty when you're sitting down on the ground? Well mine doesn't at least! If I stood up now, I betcha I could pee a bit more! I'd haveta force it a bit, but I bet I could! What about you Ames? Could you pee more if you stood up? Maybe spread your legs or squatted down or something?"
Amy was grinning. This was just "So Nikki." Switching from quiet and shy, to having no limits at all, especially if the topic of conversation was even remotely pee-related. The more Nikki talked about peeing, the quicker she spoke, and the more excited she got, and her enthusiasm was infectious.
"I've got no doubt at all that I could go again Nik. One thing I've learned after wetting myself like a couple'a hundred times in class, is I'll always leak a bit more after I stand up, regardless if it's a pre-emptive strike or a real accident. It's like I just don't ever completely empty if I'm sitting down on something solid. I dunno why it's any different from sitting on the loo!"
Nikki smiled mischievously, a familiar glint in her eye. "Soooo....., we'll probably need to pee again when we stand up....."
Amy couldn't help but laugh. "Yes Nik. I'll tell you what. Let's share another smoke, then we'll get up, pee our pants again, then have heaps of time to clean up before mum gets home, deal?"
Nikki didn't need to be asked twice. She quickly lit another cigarette, took a drag, then passed it to Amy, who sucked on it gratefully, pointing out something to Nikki as she exhaled, before passing it back. "Geez. Your pants really do get cold really quick when they're wet, don't they? They're nothing like wearing a nice warm diaper! You can wet in them and not freeze your arse off at least. If anything they'll keep your arse warm!" Amy exaggerated a shiver to prove her point, accepting the offered cigarette when Nikki had passed it back.
"Meh. I'm not too bad," Nikki said with a shrug. "Being in wet pants don't usually bother me, s'long as I can get away with it I mean. I'd be wet all day if I could! But yeah, it will be nicer when we warm 'em up again!"
Another couple of passes, and the cigarette was finished. Amy put the butts in a can kept beside the pump shed that her mother used as an ashtray when she used the pool, then she stood up and faced her seated friend, passing the flashlight to her.
"I'm gonna go first," Amy declared. "I'm cold, and I think I can actually go again without having to try too hard. Sitting in these cold wet pants is making me need to pee again already."
Amy stood in front of Nikki, who held the flashlight beam on her, but only on her midsection, making an effort not to shine it directly into her face.
"I'm gonna squat down," she announced quietly, and she did, spreading her feet wide, and stepping away from her previous puddle. She put her hands into the front pouch-pocket of her hoodie, and lifted it up high, well clear of her already wet shorts, even high enough for the flashlights beam to occasionally catch a glimpse of the exposed scar that still showed faintly as a ragged line across her flat abdomen.
But neither girl was looking at her tummy. Their attention, as well as the beam of light, was fully focused on the already darkly stained blue material that clung tightly to Amys crotch. Her pink panties, with the dancing brown teddy bears, had moulded themselves across her mound like a second skin, and that skin was getting kinda cold. As they watched, a fresh darkness spread across the wet stain that already existed, and a second later twin streams started flowing freely from each pant leg, splattering together loudly on the cement beneath her, quickly and efficiently forming a brand new puddle, and creating enough spray that she could feel little splashes on her feet and ankles, which were soon coated by a heavier flood that ran down her left leg, puddling under her foot.
Nikki was pressing her hand into her own wet crotch as she watched in wonder as Amy finished wetting herself. My God! It was simply the hottest thing that Nikki had ever seen or experienced, and she shuddered as her body trembled, and a fresh, slimy wetness could be detected beneath her probing fingers. By the time Amy's stream was reduced to a few errant drips, Nikki was almost pinching herself through her wet lycra bike shorts. She was a bit confused about how her body was reacting in this way, but not so confused that she didn't understand exactly what was causing it, and she knew she liked how it felt as well.
Still holding herself, trying to give the impression that she was holding onto herself like that because she had too, not because she wanted too, she hopped lithely to her feet, and, still holding her vagina, she faced Amy, who was in the process of standing up gingerly, letting the last of her pee run harmlessly down her legs, the amount briefly increasing as her thighs came together, pressing the sodden cotton of her shorts and squeezing more pee out, which she ignored as her attention turned to her friend.
Amy reached out, taking the offered flashlight, and she turned the beam onto Nikkis crotch, which was almost covered by her hand, at least two fingers pressed firmly into the wet fabric that covered her dignity.
Nikki herself was staring at her fingers, and as the girls both looked on, a jet of pee shot straight out between her middle and index fingers, and they tightened on the lycra, which was getting instantly wetter underneath her grasping palm. Her hand soon filled with hot liquid, and it flowed from her hand, splashing loudly onto the ground, joining the rivulets that ran from her ankles.
To be continued...., |
I was going to continue from there with the same chapter, but upon re-reading it, there's no reason why the chapter can't just end there, then continue on afresh, so here goes. But the same rules apply. I reserve the God given right to just stop whenever I feel like it!
(I experimented. It's still not auto-saving when I log out. :(
Now I realise that I can't close the brackets without making a surprise face emoji.......
Chapter 30:
"Finished?" Amy asked, after waiting nervously for a solid 20 silent seconds after Nikki had finished peeing, but had remained stationary, looking at her crotch which still had a hand dripping with the aforementioned pee still holding it.
"Huh? Oh yeah, guess so," Nikki said almost distractedly, wiping her hand across the backside of her shorts as she straightened up, squeezing more liquid from her soaked pants, making trails form on her thighs, which ended with little waterfalls raining on her feet. She muttered, "Glad I took my bloody socks off" to herself.
Amy suddenly felt self conscious for some reason, and decided that perhaps they'd had enough fun for the moment, and suggested going inside before her mother came home. Nikki agreed, and both girls stepped almost guiltily over and around the big wet spots that coated the concrete, stepping onto the lawn as quickly as they could.
"Wait! Stop here a sec," Amy said, making a beeline for the backyard clothesline, where a number of towels were hanging. "Perfect!" she exclaimed, taking a fluffy bath towel and returning to where she'd made her friend wait. "We can wipe ourselves down with this before we go inside," she explained, "maybe wet it with the pool water first?"
Nikki agreed, so Amy dipped a third of the towel in the pool, which was at her chest height where they stood.
"We really should take our pants off before we go inside," Nikki suggested. "Dry our legs and feet and everything off properly out here, and wring our pants out, and carry 'em in, just'in case we drip pee everywhere?"
Amy paused, it certainly sounded like a wise move, definitely easier than running upstairs to get changed, then doing a walk-through afterwards to make sure that you hadn't left a pee-trail behind you. And getting undressed in front of Nikki shouldn't be a big deal. They'd gotten changed in front of each other before. But, somehow, it felt particularly naughty for some reason. But again, with no justifiable reason to object springing to mind quickly enough, Amy found herself nodding, "Good idea Nik," she found herself saying.
Nikki didn't hesitate. Quick as a flash, she pulled her shorts and panties down, stepping out of them, then deftly flicking them up in the air with her foot, catching them easily. She separated her panties from her shorts, and wrang them both out seperately, squeezing as much pee out of them as she could.
Amy had left the magnetic torch back in its original position on the shed, and the girls were hidden in the shadows, far away from the back door area, standing in darkness behind the chest deep pool. Even though she was only a couple of meters away, Amy could only see a vague shadow, but could tell what Nikki was doing. When the shadow reached out a hand for the towel, Amy passed it over, then pulled her own shorts and panties off, waiting for the vague shadow to finish wiping its legs and stuff first with the wet end, then the dry end of the towel. While she waited, Amy used the time to wring her own wet pants out. She had just finished when the shadow wordlessly passed the towel back. Amy accepted it, then wiped herself down as well, making sure her feet and legs were dry before wrapping all their pants in the towel, and leading Nikki safely back into the light.
Back in the patio area, and plentiful light was spilling out of the sliding glass doors. Amy was gracious enough to pull the door open for Nikki, then step aside, letting her friend inside first. During their walk from behind the sheltering privacy of the pool and its shadows, the girls had hurried along, pulling their hoodies down to give themselves at least a hint of modesty. But Nikki had the advantage of having two free hands to use, to hold the front and/or back into whatever position was needed, but Amy was carrying the wet bundle of towel-wrapped wet pants, so she could only use one hand to protect her modesty, pulling her hoodie down at the front, but leaving her backside uncovered, hence her courtesy of letting Nikki go first.
They ran inside giggling at how ludicrous the situation was, and it only seemed to get funnier. They were shrieking with laughter as they pounded up the stairs, and Nikki, in the lead, let go of the hem on her hoodie, and it started bouncing above her hips as she ran up the stairs, while Amy, following behind and watching her friend ascend, was treated to an up close and personal view of Nikkis bare bottom jiggling it's way up the stairs, directly in front of her. Her own laughter momentarily stopped, but she forced a cough, then continued again, although perhaps not quite as naturally as before. As they approached the bathroom, Amy ducked inside, letting Nikki proceed to the room without her. Amy used the same towel, but this time used hot water and soap on it, to thoroughly clean and dry herself properly with, then used her regular diaper cream and talc, before picking up the wet pants, putting them in one of her diaper bags from her supply underneath the sink, and returned to her room, making sure she kept her top pulled down.
Nikki was laying back on the bed, naked from the waist down, and obviously not concerned about it either. She simply looked up and smiled at Amy as she walked in, making no attempt to hide her nudity.
"Bathrooms yours," Amy told her, deliberately not looking directly at her. "You can use the towel with some hot water and soap. Give yourself a good clean, get all the pee off you."
Nikkis smile faltered a bit for a second, but it quickly re-established itself again. It was almost like a cloud had briefly crossed her gaze, momentarily dimming her, but she recovered. Without speaking, she stood up, and walked around Amy, somehow looking disappointed.
"Nikki, wait," Amy suddenly said, just as Nikki was about to leave the room, making her pause, and look around expectantly, her face a contrast with her bare backside as she looked back over her shoulder.
"Wanna diaper?" Amy asked, anxious to somehow please Nikki, although she wasn't sure exactly why the was so important.
Nikkis face creased in a huge grin. "Yes please Ames. I'd love one. A tape on one if you've got a spare, cos the pull up ones are too big."
Amy was more than pleased to assist, and as soon as Nikki was gone, her newly acquired diaper in hand, Amy quickly put herself into a nappy as well, and dressed herself in her footie pyjamas once more, finding herself feeling a lot more comfortable now she was dressed, although somehow disappointed at the same time, almost as though she was missing something.
They were confusing thoughts for an adolescent girl, and Amy found that she just didn't want to dwell on them, so she pushed them aside, just as her bedroom door opened again, and Nikki reappeared, looking very cute with her diaper showing underneath her hoodie.
"Can you give me a hand with these damn tapes please Ames?" Nikki asked, sounding frustrated, so Amy found herself kneeling down in front of her friend, and helping her to tighten her leg-band tapes, and more than once they exchanged uncomfortable glances at each other, but still, neither of them pulled away, either.
When Nikki got changed, it was into an animal themed onesie. Her pyjamas were a light grey rabbit design, complete with hood and ears, and a fluffy white cottontail above her rear flap, which was supposedly held up by Velcro, but which didn't hold secure very well, meaning usually at least one corner was hanging down, showing off the diaper she wore underneath. Her pyjamas didn't feature built in feet, and she didn't wear socks, leaving her little pink-painted toes on display.
After their earlier naughtiness, and the strange mood that seemed to hang around for a while afterwards, things eventually settled back down to normal. Study was forgotten, and more important stuff, like make-up, was discussed, and soon, the girls were doing some serious development work on each other's eyes and eyebrows. Sonia came home a bit after 9:30, checked in, stayed to help the girls out for a few minutes, silently chuckling to herself about how cute her little girl looked in her footie pyjamas with her friend in her bunny rabbit onesie doing each other's makeup. They were adorable!
But adorable or not, it was a school night, and lights were out by 10:15. Neither girl bothered with going to the toilet first, as by unspoken rule, they just knew that they'd be using their diapers. Teeth brushed, hair tied, and they hopped into bed together, with Sonia waiting by the door to say goodnight and switch the light off. Of course, there was a bit of chattering and giggling, which was to be expected, but pretty soon it became apparent that they were actually tired, especially after being at school all day, and sleep started to overwhelm them. Amy in particular was a bit surprised about how comfortable she felt. She had never shared a bed with anyone before, at least not to sleep in. Her and Danny had laid together, napped, and fooled around, and slept in the same room, but Amy had never tried to go to sleep for the night with someone else in bed with her, and she had been betting it was going to be awkward and uncomfortable, but to her surprise, it wasn't, and soon they had drifted off to sleep, Amy protectively cuddling Teddy, her lifelong teddy bear companion.
Amy woke up while she was wetting herself. This wasn't unusual and happened at least a few times a week. Mostly, she just slept through it without waking. Rarer still were the times she would wake up dry, but they did still happen. That didn't mean she'd make it to the bathroom dry of course, but that's another story.
She froze, still half asleep, and as years of bed wetting had taught her, she lay flat on her back, spread her legs a bit, and ever so slightly raised her butt, trying to make sure that her nappy had every possible chance to absorb her accident fully and without leaking. The Molicares are good diapers, and soon she was able to let herself slump back down, safe in the knowledge that her pyjamas and sheets were still dry, even though her nappy now squelched all swollen, hot, and deliciously delightfully between her legs and around her bum. For the millionth time she sighed, still a bit peeved at the fact that she was a fourteen year old bed wetter, although her recently discovered feelings did offset her long ingrained dislike of her situation a bit.
She reached towards her bedside table, fumbling in the dark for the glass of water that always accompanied her to bed, finding it, and managing to drink deeply from it without spilling it as well. As she sat it down, it nearly overbalanced. She had almost sat it on top of her phone.
Amy fumbled for her phone, switching it on, and discovering it was just after three. That would leave her with another four hours in a wet diaper, but meh, whatever. At least it was warm.
Her eyes suddenly widened in the darkness. She had an idea.
Softly and silently, Amy pulled the bedclothes back as gently as she could. Nikki was laying on her side, her back to Amy. Using the flashlight feature on her phone, Amy tucked it under the sheets, and aimed the beam of light towards where Nikki lay. Just as Amy had predicted, the flaps on the back of Nikkis rabbit onesie had undone, and it hung flat and limp on the sheet.
There, in the open space left behind, was Nikkis diaper.
Amy reached down with a shaking hand, the light shaking because the other hand was trembling as well, and she lightly touched the back of her friends nappy. It felt warm. Amy cupped it delicately, even gently squeezing it, wanting to know if her best friend had wet herself as well, even deliberately.
But she just couldn't tell. Nikkis diaper was probably warm because she was wearing it, and you can't judge a diapers wetness just by cupping it! You have to squeeze it, squash it, meld it with your fingers if you want to find out just how wet it is, and you can't really do that without waking the wearer up. Amy didn't want to wake Nik up, but she really wanted to know.
Without thinking too much about it, Amy found herself gently slipping her finger inside the elastic leg band on Nikkis diaper, and burying it deeply into the padding. She smiled to herself, somehow pleased that she'd solved the mystery. Nikki was still dry.
Amy turned off her light, and returned the phone to her nightstand, and now, shivering with cold, she pulled the bedclothes back over herself again. She found herself inching across towards where Nikkis back was, then without warning, her front was pushed against her friends back. Nikki kind of wiggled in her sleep, snuggling backwards against Amy, and soon they were spooning each other. The only uncomfortable bit was Amy's arm. She had nowhere to comfortably put it, and was surprised with herself when she found herself draping it over Nikkis side, but Nikki didn't complain. She made a contented little mewling noise in her sleep, hugged Amy's hand tightly against her chest, and snuggled backwards against the older girl for warmth. Amy was surprised at how nice it felt, and as a big wave of tiredness swept over her, she let herself go with it, and was soon sleeping just as soundly as the girl she was cuddling. |
Chapter 31:
As it turned out, Dan hadn't needed to hurry. His home room teacher, Father Brandon, looking decidedly different as he was now dressed in shorts and a windcheater, and without his regular priestly dog-collar around his neck, had forgotten the keys to the bike shed, and had jogged back to get them, leaving the group of twenty boys under the control of Mr Davies, the substitute teacher with whom Dan had crossed paths with earlier, before the teacher knew about his medical history. But after the rocky start, Dan had grown to quite like the man, who always had something interesting to teach them in class. The boys stood or sat around in small groups, chatting excitedly about how cool the bike riding bit was going to be. Some boys disappeared behind the bike shed to pee in the bushes, and Dan regretted his choice of using the toilet in the cabin, as it would've been nice to stand and pee with the other boys without the pressure of having his diaper spotted. He reminded himself to make sure he took full advantage of his undiapered state to sneak an outdoor pee in later, when the water he kept drinking started filtering through his little bladder.
He was shaken from his private pee-related daydream by a sarcastic sounding cheer, and smiled as he realised that the boys were good naturedly teasing a red faced Father Brandon who was huffing and puffing as he dramatically exaggerated his exhaustion as he slowly jogged back, smiling ruefully as he held the shed keys aloft as he shuffled towards them. Even Mr Davies joined in, applauding the puffing priest with a slow clap. A couple of minutes later, and the boys were jostling for possession of the best bikes. There wasn't much to choose from, as they were basically all the same, just in a couple of different sizes with varying seat and handlebar settings. A collective groan was issued when the kids were instructed about the compulsory wearing of helmets, but nobody wanted to make too much of a scene, and end up perhaps being left behind as punishment. A quick head count was taken, and the group set off.
The ride itself was fairly easy. It was basically flat, except for the final part, where they circled around the back of a small hill situated behind the camp, and headed along the dirt path towards the top. Most of the boys had to dismount and push their bikes, but a select handful, including Mr Davies, stood up on the pedals and kept riding, racing amongst themselves to see who could make it to the top. One by one the boys dropped off, and in the finish only three boys made it all the way to the top. Dan was surprised, but pleased, to see little Aiden, the bed wetter, was one of the few to actually make it. He was beaming and laughing as the other boys all gave him a high five as they slowly made their way onto the crest, collapsing onto the grass for a much needed rest and to drink deeply from their water bottles.
It had been a hard slog to get to the top, but the panoramic view that the hill provided was worth it, and the kids were especially enthralled to see a small mob of kangaroos hopping around in the paddock below. It was a definite highlight of the trip so far.
"Mr Davies," a boy named Toby asked, "Some of the other kids got to go swimming in the creek yesterday, you know, after their bike ride?" He indicated towards a wide part of the creek spread out into a deeper pool, with conveniently open grassy banks gently sloping toward it. "What about it? Are you going to take us swimming too? Please sir?"
"Gee whiz Toby! Don't you kids feel the cold? That river water is going to be like ice," the teacher informed him with a smile.
"So?" Toby replied with a cheeky grin. "We're gonna be all hot and sweaty after this, and it'd be rad! Besides, I reckon only old people feel the cold. But, if you think it's cold....."
Toby ducked away, laughing, as the teacher threw his water bottle at him. "You cheeky young bugger," Mr Davies said with a chuckle. "I'll make a deal with you. I'll take you guys to the swimming hole, but you're going first, and all the way in. If a Toby shaped ice cube floats up, then I reserve the right not to go in! What do you say boys? You want to go for a swim?"
All the boys responded with a raucous cheer, and Father Brandon was shaking his head vigorously, making sure that everybody present was under no illusion about his desire to join them in the creek.
After everyone had recovered from their climb, be it on foot or on bike, the fun part of the ride ensued. The trail led down the other side, a wide, smooth dirt path that featured a couple of small undulations that you could make little jumps off, leading into a big sweeping corner and then a big grassy area that would eventually lead to the swimming hole, if they turned right. This was the most nerve wracking part of the ride for the teachers, as the potential for injury was probably the highest here than for any other activity, but the boys needed exercise and adventures, and they weren't going to wrap them up in cotton wool. A brief warning about being careful and not showing off was issued, but nobody really believed that it was at all effective as a motivational tool for safety.
With some loud whooping and cheering, the screaming horde took off, going individually ten seconds apart, cheering on their mates as they bounced and skidded down the hill. Dan went fifth, and it was about halfway down when he became extremely glad that for once, he wasn't wearing a diaper.
He negotiated the "jumps" with ease. In truth, it was a fairly easy ride, just bumpy enough to make it difficult enough to be fun. As he went over a slight dip, he tried to show off a bit, and hung his backside off the rear of the seat, sliding his weight back, and tilting the front wheel up a bit. It was something he did all the time on his BMX. The mountain bike was a bit bigger, and he had to lean back a bit more, and stick his butt out slightly further to clear the seat, but it was second nature to a teenage boy, and he managed it with ease.
Its a pity his shorts didn't though.
His fairly skinny fitting, knee length camouflaged shorts, which were being worn a bit looser than usual, as there wasn't a diaper inside them to either pad them out, or try to keep hitched up because of it, had sagged down quite a bit, and as Danny leaned back, there was a loud ripping sound, and he felt a breeze on his behind.
Skidding to a stop at the bottom, he was quick to reach behind himself and confirm what he already knew had happened. He'd split his pants, and badly. The seam had torn from nearly the top, all the way down the middle. Not only that, it felt like his satin boxer shorts had torn as well! As he swivelled around to try and see, he inadvertently swung his back to his school mates, and they immediately started guffawing with laughter when they saw Dans bare arse cheeks partly visible through two layers of torn, flapping cloth. Approximately every ten seconds, another kid would arrive, see everyone, including Dan almost helpless with laughter, then see the cause of it, and join in. Even the teachers chuckled, but only when seeing Dan wasn't actually being teased, and was laughing along just as much as they were.
Of course many jokes were made about what the state of Dans bike seat would be like when they got back, and suggestions about perhaps just burning it were tossed around, but the grownups wouldn't let the good natured laughing take too much of a nasty twist, and reigned the boys in on their humour.
What nobody actually realised, was why Dan was laughing so easily about it. The thing was, he lived in almost constant fear about someday being exposed, of some type of wardrobe malfunction just like this, even worse perhaps, where he'd somehow lose his pants and be left standing with his diaper on display to the whole wide world. And now, it had finally happened, but on the first day in a long time, where he wasn't actually wearing a diaper! He couldn't really care less if he flashed occasional glimpses of bare skin from the rip in his pants, much better than displaying white plastic backed padded incontinent pants, or perhaps even worse, a camouflage Goodnight to match his shorts.
He was happy because he really felt like he'd dodged a bullet. Anyone can suffer the indignity of ripped pants, and it was great to be able to almost enjoy the experience of just being as embarrassed as a "normal" kid would be, and not a diapered freak. Strong words perhaps, but that's how he felt sometimes, especially around other boys his own age, you know, healthy, "normal" boys.
Of course the joke didn't go on forever, and by the time they were locking the bikes away again, they had mostly moved on to other things to tease each other about.
"Alright men," Mr Davies said, clapping his hands for emphasis to draw the attention of the kids. "I know I'm probably going to regret this, but who wants a swim?"
20 boys cheered and jumped at the same time with obvious excitement.
"Father Brandon, any excursion requires two guardians, will you do us the honour of accompanying us?" Mr Davey was grinning at the way the priest blanched, obviously not keen on the idea of swimming in a cold creek on what was only a mild, autumn day.
"I'll be more than happy to help you chaperone, Davies," the priest responded with a sardonic grin, "but there's no way in hell youre getting me in the damn water! Someone sensible needs to stay out, you know, to send for help when you manage to freeze 20 of our brightest pupils. Mind you, they can't be that bright if they want to swim in the river today. Of course I'll come, wouldn't miss a mass freezing for anything!"
The boys cheered, pleased to know that with two chaperones organised, it could actually happen. The cheering was soon muted when the lay teacher addressed the solemnly.
"Go get changed boys. Back here in ten minutes, wearing shoes, with a change of dry clothes and a towel. Drink bottles and your worksheets are the only other things to bring. No phones or cameras. I have a list of every student who has not been given parental consent towards swimming, and if your names going to appear on that list, please don't waste your time or mine be showing up here. I will check names. GO! SCOOT!" He motioned for them to scatter with a shooing gesture of his hands.
"Yes sir! Thank you sir! Awesome sir," rang out, and the kids hurried back towards their dorms, with a couple pausing long enough to rib Danny once more about finally getting to change his pants. While that sort of thing may have left some kids feeling a bit alienated, it had the completely opposite effect on Dan. Simply because he could be teased good naturedly, in a light hearted, jokey format, and not picked on or made fun of, or teased meanly, actually made him feel a lot more accepted by the other kids, kids that he normally didn't hang with.
Perhaps old Father Ryan had been right all along. Maybe camp was a good place to make new friends. As he followed Matt back to the cabin at a brisk jog, he realised just how much he was enjoying his trip. So far the whole camp experience had been great!
So far. |
Chapter 32 continued:
About half of their group was already waiting for them, along with Father Brandon. Somebody produced a tennis ball, and soon two groups had formed, and they were kicking it back and forth using it as a substitute football. Other boys filtered back into the group, usually in pairs or more, and soon a cheer went up, as Mr Davies appeared, looking resplendent in denim cut offs and a singlet, and carrying the obligatory small, but well equipped First Aid Box. He wasted no time in singling Toby out from the crowd, and reminding him that it was up to him to be the first one in.
"Head and all," the teacher said with a grin, "then perhaps I might go in."
The boys didn't know that it was actually school policy to have a teacher in the water with them at all times if they were swimming, so they started putting pressure on Toby to follow through with his bold claim of going first. Toby only laughed, again insisting that he would definitely go through with it. It didnt take long for all the boys to return, and after struggling to get them to stand still long enough to perform a head count, they set off. Before the trip, every boy had produced a permission slip allowing them to go swimming, so the whole squad of twenty started the hike back to the creek.
As they walked, finally at a more sedate pace, Dan finally managed to cool down a bit, and regain his breath. But as his heart rate returned to normal, he became aware of a slight, but steadily growing urge to pee.
Boys, being boys, find it hard to just follow the track in a straight line, and soon a game of follow-the-leader broke out, with the kids burning off their excess energy by deliberately trying to make the trip more difficult. They swung from branches, ran around trees, and clambered over rocks, while the teachers followed the more sedate option of staying on the relatively flat, but sloping path. It was when Dan followed Toby along a fallen tree that jutted up in the air a bit, requiring a jump of about four feet to get down, that he first became aware of it. Toby jumped, landed, then tucked and rolled, and Dan, secretly playing at being a soldier in his own mind, decided to follow suit, deciding that a commando roll would be a piece of cake for a brave little soldier, such as himself.
He leaped, landed, and rolled along the grass, laughing the whole time, but stopped laughing as he felt his bladder start to loosen. His need to relieve himself wasn't exactly huge, as a matter of fact he had only just suddenly became aware of it, as he hit the ground and tumbled. He wasn't in The Danger Zone until then, but as he rolled and laughed, he felt his bladder muscles loosen a bit, and he gripped his dick as slyly as he could, forcing himself to trust his fingers, that weren't detecting any wetness, and he didn't look down.
But the need that he hadn't felt moments ago was suddenly there, and he had a mental picture of his bladder as a manual gearbox, like the one in his dad's truck, and he was sure it had just changed from first to second gear. Still, he wasn't tooooo worried. If his bladder was a 5-speed, The Danger Zone wouldn't happen until he hit third, and he could even maintain control for a short time in fourth, but fifth gear, well, that's when the gearbox would blow a seal and start spraying its fluid everywhere. As they walked on, he surreptitiously squeezed his penis again, surprised at how it felt when he touched himself through his thin shorts, without the usual padded barrier in the way of his hand, or even any underwear. It certainly felt great, or "liberating," as Amy had explained to him when she had told him about how she liked being un-diapered around the pool whilst in the safety of her own backyard, and he could feel it, but this wasn't a safe, private yard, and he was surrounded by people. As "liberating" as it might feel, he would gladly swap that feeling for the comfort and security of a diaper if an accident was to occur.
But thankfully, that shouldn't be an issue. The path was widening out already, and the open, grassy banks were coming into view, and their destination was literally only a couple of minutes away. No doubt he'd be safely swimming within ten minutes, and even if it was freezing cold, at least he'd be able to pee in the water without anyone knowing. Dan tried to keep up with the game, but casually let himself slip to the back of the line, and he breathed a small sigh of relief when the trees thinned out on both sides of their group, and they had no more obstacles to clamber over.
As they descended towards the creek, some more details emerged, showing them things that they hadn't been able to see clearly from the top of the hill earlier. Tucked away behind some bushes, shielding it from view, was a couple of long benches, one behind the other. They were basically rough hand hewn fallen logs, squared off at the top to form two rows of seats. The boys cast curious glances at one another as the teachers motioned for them to sit there, making two rows of ten boys each.
"Life lesson boys," Father Brandon said with a grin, glancing at Mr Davies, who gave him a thumbs up.
"Nothing in life is ever easy. If you want rewards, you're gonna have to work for them. Rewards, like say, swimming perhaps?"
Twenty adolescent male voices resounded in a large group groan. They could see exactly where this was heading.
"Uh-uh-uh gentlemen," the Priest chided, wagging a finger dramatically at them. "Don't complain now. Mr Davies and I, together, we think if you should want the reward of swimming in this beautiful, fresh, COLD, creek, you should have to pass a test first! A test like, say, THIS!" and he clapped his hands theatrically, as the lay teacher strode over, producing a plastic sheaf full of printed papers with an energetic flourish.
"A quick test, gentlemen! Twenty easy questions, that you should get right, IF, you have been paying attention to what you've been doing these past two days! Pencils out boys! Whaddya say, Father Brandon? Let's make 19 correct answers a pass mark? 19 from all of them to be allowed a refreshing swim?"
Again, the boys protested by groaning.
"Too harsh Mr Davies, too harsh," the priest argued, causing the kids to sit upright at once.
"I think 18 is more than enough!"
They boys slumped back down again, readying their folders and pencils for the worksheets the teachers were passing around.
"Argh geez, Mr Davies, I've broken my pencil," a boy called Sam ventured carefully, but with a grin, hopeful for a reprieve.
"Thankfully I have spares! Nice try though, Sam," Mr Davies said quickly, producing one quickly and holding it directly in front of the boys nose. Sam accepted it with a chuckle, knowing he was defeated.
While all this supposedly humorous by-play was happening, Dan was nervously chewing on the lid of his water bottle. Thirsty, he'd started drinking it as soon as he'd sat down , before suddenly thinking to himself that he probably shouldn't drink any more as his need to urinate was starting to accelerate, especially since he had taken his seat. His feet wanted to jiggle, and he had to force himself to keep his legs still. He crossed his knees, trying to look casual, as if he was using the crook of his knee to hold his folder in place, as he examined his new work sheet without really reading it. It appeared easy enough, basically covering stuff they'd learned about during their so far brief stay. The names of some local flora and fauna, names of the cabins in the village, questions about the activities they'd done, things like that.
"Go gentlemen! Ten minutes, and yes, you can confer with each other. Consider it a team building exercise! Everyone gets at least 18, or none of you go swimming! Better help each other.... "
The boys started chattering away frantically, shouting answers, disagreeing, asking questions, and seeming to panic, but, somehow, through the chaos, they managed to get a system going where they could ask questions or disagree without too much kerfuffle, and they steadily managed to fill in their sheets.
Danny didn't contribute much to the group debate. His bladder kicking itself firmly into third gear, Danger Zone Gear, and he only really spoke when someone asked him for a direct answer or opinion. Thankfully, he knew most of the answers, and was able to pick out most of the others from the other boys, with his biggest concern being the correct spelling of a particularly difficult sounding Aboriginal word that the creeks name was originally derived from.
He had his left ankle over his right knee, and now his sneaker was shaking, but he ignored it. He slid his left hand underneath his folder, and kept squeezing his boyhood from time to time, silently praying that he wouldn't suddenly touch wet cloth.
If that was to happen, he decided that he would just quickly jump up and run, leaping straight off the bank into the creek. Yes, he'd probably get suspended, but on the other hand it would ensure his status as "legendary" amongst his peers, which was certainly a damn sight better than being known as a pants wetter.
He already knew how that felt.
He sighed, snapping from his daydream. No, he knew that he would never just run into the river. He'd chicken out, stay seated, and wet his pants like a big baby. He just didnt have the balls to disobey the teachers so flagrantly. He shifted subtly in his seat, another answer being called out brought him back to reality again, and he filled in the last vacant space.
"Time gentlemen! Times up! Stop writing!" Mr Davies yelled, and everyone fell silent. "Swap sheets between rows boys, pass them forward and back," and the kids complied. Dan was glad of the instructions, as he was able to perform a major shifting about in his seat, and cross his legs the other way as he passed his sheet to Sam, and took his in return.
Father Brandon produced an answer sheet, and proceeded to call out the right ones, making the boys mark off each others work. Fifteen of the answers were really very easy, and the group consensus had triumphed, but the last five were harder.
Dan, and more than half the kids had gotten the seemingly mile-long Aboriginal word wrong, and many more got the names of the camp buildings wrong as well, but by the time they'd finished, only three boys had fallen under the mark of 18, two getting 17, and the other 16.
The teachers made a big show about deliberating amongst themselves as if it was enough to maybe, perhaps, bend the rules, just this once, and the kids immediately relaxed and started smiling, knowing that it was just a big charade by now, and they would actually be allowed to swim.
Dan himself was almost past the point of caring. He just needed to pee oh-so-badly, even if it was just behind where they were sitting, into the bushes. He could feel his bladder trying to engage fourth gear, and that would be bad. By now, he didn't give a stuff if he never went swimming again, he just wanted to piss.
The problem was, the teachers were apparently enjoying stringing the kids along, and he couldn't very well interrupt what was supposed to be a serious discussion, although it was obviously only window dressing, with a request to pee on the grass where they were seated. Plus, what would the other boys think? They'd be stirring him up about how desperate he must've been for months! Not to mention what would happen if he wet himself upon standing up again, even just a little bit, which he knew was a distinct possibility. It was why he usually wore at least a Goodnight, as getting sudden leakage when changing positions was an all too common occurrence for the young man.
If he DID interrupt his teachers, every eye would turn on him as he stood up, and if a leak was to occur then.......
No. Much better to wait to be dismissed, as would surely happen shortly. Once they were excused from their seats, whether or not it was to swim or go back was irrelevant, he would pee in the bushes. Hell, the other boys might even join him! The teachers certainly wouldn't punish him, as they knew all about his dodgy bladder, so it would all be alright. As soon as they got up.
Dan was really wishing that he'd put a pair of briefs on. He kept trying to discreetly position his willie so that it was pointing down his leg, but, bouncing around completely unconfined within his baggy shorts, it had a mind of its own. It wouldn't stay in the same spot, and even threatened to go hard for him once, as he tried to adjust it. The combination of a full bladder, and the inbuilt pleasure he got when holding, even in bad situations like this, along with the stimulation from his hand, kept making his dick go through various stages of semi-hardness, causing it to twitch and move, and he was praying he wouldn't get a full blown erection. That would be bad in these baggy shorts.
It didn't take long for the teachers to abandon their farce, and announce magnanimously that they would be allowed to swim. Dan could've quite happily strangled Sam when he put up his hand to ask a question, delaying their excusal for a moment longer. After the priest acknowledged him, Sam stood up and asked his question, complete with a sly grin.
"Sir, you already had those work sheets printed, didn't you? You was going to give them to us whether we went swimming or not, weren't you? It had nothing to do with us earning it!"
"Touché!" Father Brandon laughed heartily. "You're right, Sammy, but it made you lot try a bit harder, didn't it?" And the boys laughed with him, even Dan, although more carefully.
"All right boys," said Mr Davies, "and you especially, young Toby! Get your backsides down to the water, and we'll get this over with. I'm getting bloody cold just standing here!" The boys laughed at his mild profanity.
They jumped up, almost as one, all except for Dan, who chose to remain seated. His undersized bladders engine was really revving now, and fifth gear, the overdrive, was about to kick in. He didn't want to get up until he absolutely had too, and then he was going to run straight towards the bushes behind him.
The other boys were cheering wildly for Toby, their new hero, who ripped off his t-shirt defiantly, exposing a thin, hairless torso on which you could see his ribs, but it didn't stop him from jumping onto the bench, and bending his stick thin arms downwards and inwards, affecting a body builder pose and growling at the teachers like a monster.
Toby leaped from the bench, and took off running straight towards the bank, with most of the other kids trailing behind, laughing and calling out encouragement, while the teachers started running as well, threatening him with all manner of punishments if he dared to jump off the bank without first checking the water level, as they had not only been taught, but just questioned on in their test.
Finally alone, or at least nearly alone, Dan saw his chance. He put his hands down on the bench beside his hips, and started to push himself up.
It all happened so quickly after that.
As soon as Dans backside came free of the bench, and his weight somehow shifted internally, he sprung his first leak. He actually felt it coming, perhaps a second or two before he got up, but he was already in motion then, and it was too late. A short, sharp jet of pee shot out of his boyhood, which had kind of scrunched itself up backwards, and pointed itself directly ahead as he started to stand. It was big enough to bounce backwards off the inside of his pants a bit, before getting absorbed, and he felt the warm liquid coating his pubic mound and shaft.
Dan quickly pulled his hands from the bench, and let his bottom drop back down from the six inch height it had achieved, and the jarring shock caused him to lose control again, and before his first squirt of pee had even finished, a second, even stronger leak occurred, and as he sat down he could feel it pooling beneath his almost hairless balls, and a warm patch spreading across his butt. A quickly grasping hand found the end of his tool encased in hot, wet cotton, and he peed into his hand for another second before finally cutting the flow off.
A quick glance at his lap revealed his worse fears. His orange shorts, faded from use and now more of a pale orange instead of their original bright shade, now sported a a big, dark, highly visible wet circle across the front of them, and partially between his legs as well. He couldn't see his butt, but he could feel how wet the back of his shorts felt against his thighs. ARGH! There it went again! As he watched in horror, the wet patch on his pants grew even larger.
He forced himself to look up, and saw that nobody was directly around him, or looking at him. Everyone's attention was on Toby, who was comically threatening to hurl himself head first into the creek. Dan stood up, properly and all the way this time, ignoring the little squirt that the motion forced from him, and tried not to think about the trickle he felt on his bald leg. Pivoting quickly, he started fumbling with the knot in his drawstring waist as he scurried towards the bushes behind the seats.
His attention diverted, Dan stumbled across a branch on the ground, which caused two things. He leaked a bit more, and he pulled the wrong cord, losing the bow and tightening the knot instead of loosening it. He staggered to the bushes, glad that at least for the moment, nobody could see him, and he pulled and fumbled at the knot as he continued to drip and dribble into his shorts, feeling the ominous sensation that always happened right before he completely and utterly lost all control.
The urine left his bladder, and he could sense a tsunami travelling through his system, about to fully hit anything that might be in its way. In despair, feet hopping up and down, he gave one final tug on his shorts, and they fell down, almost to the ground, and his penis sprang forth, a mere millisecond before the entire contents of his bladder spilled forth in a powerful torrent. Using his left hand, he was able to snug his shorts up over his bum again, while his right hand held his shaft, and a finger full of sodden fabric.
Meanwhile, Matt had taken off behind the other kids, but had forgotten his towel, turning around to retrieve it. He looked up, and saw Danny facing the bushes, obviously having a pee, and he grinned. After an uncertain start, he was quickly growing fond of the other boy, especially since Dan had helped him out after his upset stomach. Without his help, Matt would've been no doubt seen with his messed-in white shorts showing his shame to the whole world, and that would've been terrible. Dan had even given him a diaper to wear, and although it was weird, Matt had felt grateful, especially after suffering from another wet fart while laying in bed that night, the borrowed diaper being all that saved him from messing his sleeping bag. He hadn't pooped much, but enough that it would've made a mess. Matt hadn't told Danny about that, because he just felt so uncomfortable about admitting that he'd had another accident. He had a fresh understanding now of just how hard it must've been for his friend to "come out" like that, and although it still seemed kinda weird, he was starting to not only like Danny, but respect him for what he was being forced to deal with. He decided to wait for his friend to finish what he was doing, and walk with him to the river. It looked like it was taking him a long time, so Matt started sauntering over, just to let Danny know that he was waiting for him.
Dan pulled his pants up, gingerly tied the cord back up, wincing at the feeling of the hot, wet, cord. He pulled his t-shirt up, and almost cried when he discovered that it was wet as well, apparently having been sitting on his lap when he had peed while sitting, and creating a small but noticeable upside down half moon at the bottom of his light blue t-shirt. It matched almost perfectly with the big dark circle on the front of his pants.
There was absolutely no way he could get away with this.
Judging by the sounds of laughter, the loud splashing, and even louder, high-pitched shrieks of cold, everyone was already in the water, or at the water, and he couldn't possibly approach them from front on from this distance, and even hope to get within thirty meters of the river without everyone seeing how he'd wet himself. He couldn't just leave the group and sneak off either, not without telling a teacher, and of course the teachers were down with his classmates at the river. He could imagine the stir it would cause if he did sneak off, especially from a swimming excursion. Panic would ensue about the missing little boy in the river!
He was screwed.
Dan was so deep in worry and thought, trying to come up with a plan, that he didn't hear the footsteps behind him. He almost screamed like a little girl when the powerful hand clamped down on his shoulder.
"Danny-boy! What's up? Ya coming swimming?"
Dan glanced nervously over his shoulder, then up a bit at Matthews face. He struggled, but managed to somehow keep his voice from breaking up.
"I've gotta big problem here Matty," Dan explained, turning to face his friend, and putting his shame on open display.
"I've, uh, I've wet my pants..." |
Chapter 33:
"Wait, w-what? What have you done?" Matt sounded confused, almost in disbelief.
Dan glared fiercely at the bigger boy, hoping that the tears he felt behind his eyes would stay put, and not add any further shame to his predicament. Using anger as his motivation to keep his unshed tears at bay, he hissed his reply. "For Chrissake Matt. Aren't I speaking friggin' English? I've hadda accident. I've pissed my pants again."
At first, Matt could only shake his head in confusion, or maybe denial, lowering his gaze to Daniels lap, where his friends orange shorts and light blue shirt were putting his shame on full display for the whole world to see. He managed to eventually drag his gaze away, looking over his shoulder to check that they were still alone, before responding in an equally hushed voice. "Ah fuck Danny. 'Course I know whatcha mean! But how? I mean, dontcha have a diaper on?"
Dan shook his head ruefully. "Can't wear one for swimming, Matt. Or bike riding. I took it off earlier, thinking we was just going to like swim straight away, but we hadda do that dumb test. I was really bursting by then, but I thought I could hold on, really I did, honest, but I hadda accident when I tried to stand up. Oh man! What am I going to do? I'm fucked....." as he finished speaking, he drew in a watery, wavering breath, and the depth of emotions in his voice was apparent, especially as it rose a few octaves as he ran out of things to say.
At first, Matt did what he was best at, staying silent, but his mind was working overtime. It was easy to just write Matt off sometimes, as he generally didn't say a lot, but as Scott and Ali could attest, he actually had quite a sharp mind inside his big frame. They had learned years ago that it always paid to listen to Matthew if he had something to say, which was exactly what Daniel was learning for himself right now.
"No man, you're not fucked yet," he replied, musing over the best plan of attack. Something about the way he spoke got Dans attention, and he looked at the bigger boy carefully, starting to feel a glimmer of hope.
"Whaddya mean Matty? Have you got an idea?"
Matt held up a hand in a "stop talking" gesture, and looked around again, assessing his options.
"I think we can get you out of here," Matt explained carefully, thinking even as he spoke. "But not without at least telling a teacher though."
Dan was aghast. "Aww man. No! Do I haveta? Can't I just sorta like sneak off or something?"
"No dude, you know you can't. If you go missing without telling a grownup, the shit'll really hit the fan. 'Sides, you said all the teachers know about your, well, your 'problem.' It shouldn't be a big deal, but you gotta tell 'em. Look, you don't even haveta, I will, but you gotta let me." He pointed to where Father Brandon was standing on the high bank all by himself, laughing as he watched the boys and Mr Davies all splashing around in the deep water, throwing the tennis ball back and forth. "Check out Father Brandon. No ones near him right now. If I go tell him what's happened, well he's gotta let you go, doesn't he? But you're not gonna be 'llowed to just go back by yourself, so I'll volunteer to go with you. If we're like real careful, we can prolly manage to sneak you back to the cabin without anyone seeing you! You know, like how you helped me sneak back yesterday when I pooped myself! We got me back without anyone seeing me, so we should be able to do the same for you, 'specially if we're like super careful."
Dan felt his hopes soar a bit. Perhaps all wasn't lost yet. But still, he harboured some doubts along with his minuscule bit of hope.
"Aw Matty. Would you really help me like that? That'd be great of you if you could! I'd be like forever owing you a massive favour. But shit, do we really have to tell the teachers what really happened? Can't we just say I'm sick or something?"
Matt favoured Danny with what he hoped was an encouraging grin, although it did feel a bit forced though. "Of course I'll help you mate, that's what mates do, 'sides, you helped me out, so I already kinda owe ya one anyway! But yeah, were gonna have to tell 'em the truth bro. If they think you're sick, they're gonna want to come over and talk to you, you know, like check you out for themselves, and no doubt at least some other kids are gonna see 'em, and prolly gonna come over and see what the fuss is all about, then EVERYONE'S going to see what's happened! If I can sneak over and just tell Brandon that you've hadda accident, he won't wanna come over and make a big deal of it, at least I hope not, and if we're lucky, he'll just let us go while everyone else is busy swimming. Fucked if I know if it'll work or not, but it's the best I can think of. Unless you got any better ideas?"
Dan was actually too worked up to even think clearly. He kept squeezing the wet patch on his pants, occasionally feeling the cooling urine dripping out and trickling down his legs, tickling him as it ran down. He wasn't exactly a big fan of telling the teachers that he'd wet himself, but he couldn't think of a single idea that was better or even worse than Matts plan.
"Okay Matt, you're the boss," he admitted, and Matt started to turn around before Dan stopped him, adding a sincere "thanks mate."
Matt took a deep breath, and steadied himself. He couldn't really believe what he was about to do. Fourteen year olds simply don't need to go tell a teacher that one of their peers has wet his pants. But, Dan was his mate, and had already proved that by helping him out of a similar predicament only the previous day, so he swallowed his embarrassment, and tried to stride with confidence as he approached the priest from behind, reaching out with a shaky hand to nervously tap the teacher on the shoulder.
"Ahh, Father Brandon, can, ah, I, uh, have a quick word?"
The young priest was laughing at the antics going on in the water, and was distracted, but something about the way Matt was speaking grabbed his attention, and he realised that at least something was up. After all, Matthew Jackson wasn't exactly renowned for just starting a casual conversation with a teacher. Other kids like Sam and Toby were certainly more likely to be that outgoing. He turned to the boy, and tried to give him his full attention, sensing that something must be wrong.
"Yes Mr Jackson? What can I do for you?" Father Brandon asked kindly, trying to make the young man feel at ease.
Matt gestured towards where Dan was standing, with his back to them, and about 30 meters away.
"It's not me sir. It's Danny. You know, Danny Jacobs?"
Father Brandon suppressed a smile. His pupil sounded so serious, but from the first glance he couldn't see anything wrong with either him, or the schoolmate that he was pointing too. He tried not to exhibit too much mirth, as he wanted the nervous looking boy who was standing in front of him, but not actually making eye contact, to feel comfortable. Experience had taught the priest that by being flippant at an inopportune time could easily make a kid feel nervous, and make them clam up, losing the nerve to ask for the help that they sometimes required. Being a teacher was a constant balancing act between being authoritarian, kind and compassionate, and guiding young minds without actually leading them like robots. But still, he was in a relaxed and jovial mood, so he couldn't resist having a small joke with the worried looking boy in front of him.
"Hmmm! Jacobs, Danny Jacobs....why yes, I do believe I know who you're referring to. I may have met him before, like nearly everyday in home room?"
The attempt at humour seemed to go over the teenagers head, and he didn't even offer a grin in response, but plowed directly on with what he was trying to say. But he kept looking around nervously, and spoke only in hushed tones.
"Well sir, you know all about Dans, uh, problems?"
This snapped the priest out of his lighthearted mood. Admittedly, at first, Dans incontinence didn't just leap into the front of his mind, but the very mention of one of his students having problems sobered his mood quickly, although it took a few seconds to compute exactly what Dans problems actually were. He glanced towards where Dan was standing, still with his back towards them, and suddenly he made the connection about what might be wrong. When he addressed the nervously shuffling teen, all trace of humour was gone, replaced with a worried tone instead.
"Yes Matthew, I'm well aware of Daniels situation. Why? What's wrong?"
"Danny's had an accident sir. A big one. He's like wet himself sir. His pants are all wet."
Even though the priest was well aware of Dans problems, he'd never actually physically encountered them before. As a matter of fact, this was the first time he'd ever experienced an older child having an accident, with the exception of the occasional bed-wetting incidents that occurred at camp every year, and although unpleasant, they were usually easily dealt with. But he'd never seen a teenager wetting his pants during the daytime, and although none of the other kids had noticed yet, he knew he'd have to do something quickly, but what? Ideally, he would like to get Dan safely away from the other children before they saw him, but how? He leaned in closer to Matt, making sure to keep his voice low. "Oh no Matt, that's not good at all. I'll go and speak with him."
Matt surprised not only the priest, but himself as well, when he found himself reaching out to grab his teachers arm, halting his progress.
"Begging your pardon sir, but I don't think that's necessary. Danny's pretty cut up about it at the moment. He's like only just holding himself together. If you go speak with him, he's probably gonna, I dunno, like lose it or something, maybe even start cryin'. Then all the boys are gonna look over and see him and stuff. P'raps you could like maybe excuse us? I know we're not s'posed to like be walking around without a buddy, but if you let me go too, I'll go back with him, you know, help him out like? If we go now, while the other kids are playing, and all the other boys are doing their own shit, sorry sir, I meant stuff, I might even be able to get him back to the cabin 'fore anyone sees him!"
Father Brandon gave a genuine smile of gratitude to the young boy standing in front of him. It was moments like this that always made him feel like teaching was worthwhile, when you saw a kid making a smart but difficult choice to help their friends out. It was a definite sign of blossoming maturity, and frankly, he was also grateful that it might also give him the "out" that he needed so he wouldn't have to deal with it himself.
"Would you Matt? Would you be willing to help Dan out like that? I'm sure he'd be very grateful if you did, and honestly, I would as well."
Matt's chest puffed up a bit with pride. He hadn't really worked out exactly how he was going to accomplish this seemingly impossible task, but Dan was his friend, and had helped him out of a similar dilemma, so he knew that he owed it to his mate to at least try, and the fact that their teacher was also reacting with such gratitude made him all the more determined to at least try his very best.
"I'll try sir. If we can leave now, while everyone's still playing around, we might just be able to sneak around the back of the mess hall, and skirt back to our own cabin without being spotted. At least I hope so!"
Father Brandon's mind was made up instantly. " Ok Matthew, you boys go. Get out of here real quick! I'll delay anyone from leaving. I'll just say that you guys needed to use the toilet, like to sit on, and I excused you. Now take Dan and go!"
Matt didn't waste any time, he patted Father Brandon on the arm quickly, and ran back to where Dan was standing, hopping from foot to foot, continually grabbing at his wet spot, and not being entirely sure that he'd actually finished emptying his bladder 100%, or if he still needed to go more. No words needed to be exchanged as he grabbed Dan, swung him around so that he was facing the path, and pushed him forwards. Father Brandon was afforded a sight that he simply wished that he'd never seen. That of one of his pupils, a teenage boy, with a big wet circle covering the front of his shorts and t-shirt.
"Come on man, let's go!" Matt said enthusiastically, trying to sound upbeat if only for Dans sake.
Dan tugged nervously at his wet crotch, not understanding even the most basic instructions. "What? W-where?" He stammered.
Matt looked excited, perhaps more alive than what Dan had ever seen him. He was in charge now, The Boss, not just a follower. He had a solid idea about how this just might work, and it was his time to shine. Even if Dan would be the only one to know, should his plan be successful, it didn't matter. Now was his time, his time to show leadership, and actually help, to make a difference, and he was damned if he wasn't going to at least try and be the hero! Here was his chance to stand out, to be a leader, and not just a hanger-on, and fuck me, he wasn't going to let it slip!
"Don't argue man! Brandon said we could go, so let's go! While the others are busy fuckin' around! He's even gonna like cover for us! "Tell 'em all we needed to go to the shitter or something! Let's rock out, 'fore anyone sees us."
Daniel came to his senses. Suddenly, wet sticky pants or not, he felt a slight glimmer of hope. The first, seemingly insurmountable hurdle had passed, getting away without any of the other boys seeing him, and only a minute ago that had seemed impossible. Maybe, just maybe, Matt could actually get him out of this! Still, he couldn't bring himself to speak, so he just nodded, looking at Matt expectantly, but still grabbing his boyhood through his sodden shorts.
Matt put his index finger to his lips in a classic 'Shhhh' gesture, and motioned for Danny to follow him, and the smaller boy immediately complied, moving stealthily towards where the track entered the clearing. They scooted up the small incline, both of them waiting almost expectantly for the shouts of queries or alarm to echo out behind them, but neither did, and soon they were safely out of sight behind where the track turned just North of the clearing. Only then did they stop jogging, and pause for a breath.
"Fuck Matty! What're we doing? What do you think you're gonna 'complish here?" Dan pondered, as they hunched over, hands on knees, drawing deep breaths.
"We're gonna get you back home safely," Matt replied casually, as if it was a simple task. "Gonna get you back to the cabin without anyone knowing what happened. Easy."
Dan was gobsmacked. Even if he had ever imagined another kid sticking their neck out for him like this, it would've been either Scott or Ali, not Matt. But, here Matt was, going over and above the line of friendship to help him, and the young man felt infinitely grateful. When his friend turned and started walking, Dan automatically followed him, almost as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Normally, the army-obsessed boy could've quite easily let himself fall into an soldier-type fantasy, probably imagining himself as some sort of particularly brave Special Ops commando, sneaking around behind enemy lines, trying not to be discovered, then interrogated or possibly tortured. But this was so much more important than simple torture. Now, if the "enemy," that is, virtually anyone from his school saw him, it would result in far worse than physical torture.
Now, everyone would know Dan had peed his pants.
He followed soundlessly behind Matthew, and not once did his soldier daydream cross his mind. His thoughts were too tied up with realistic shit to be concerned about childish daydreaming.
And again, another milestone passed unacknowledged. That was probably the first time that Dan made a conscious effort to forgo his imaginary childish daydreaming to deliberately focus on more important Adult type stuff. No, it wasn't the last time, but it was probably the first time, and as we all know, that's a slippery slope to ride. All too soon we give up our rights to simply daydream, to just relax and fantasise, and full blown adulthood is just around the corner from that......
It actually ended up being even easier than either boy could've imagined, at least at first. They managed to make it all the way from the creek, to the very edge of the village without encountering another soul. By then, they had wordlessly developed a routine. Matt would sneak ahead, using the trees or bushes for cover, scout the way in front, then signal for Dan to catch up, still unconsciously playing with his dick occasionally through his wet shorts.
Soon, they were at the very outskirts of their "village," and the mess hall was in front of them. They only needed to get around that, then sneak around the back of perhaps 3 more cabins, and they'd be safely back at their own. So far, the only people they'd seen had been a long way away, the occasional boy walking along the other side of the quadrangle, on the far side of the village, and too far away to be even seen clearly.
Feeling emboldened, the boys had a pow-wow from the safety of the bushes.
"You wait here," Matt instructed. "I'll sneak around the back, and signal you if it's clear."
Dan however had a different idea.
"That's the long way back," he hissed. "Why don't we cut in front of the mess hall? It's only half the distance! If nobody's around, I can bolt straight 'round the corner and inside. If I go round the back, I've gotta skirt right round the next 2 cabins to get there! I know going round the front is more open, but it's a damn sight quicker if there's nobody there!"
Matt nodded slowly, taking on board exactly what Daniel was saying. Admittedly, he had only been thinking about the less traveled option, and hadn't considered the more direct path, and Dan was right. If it was open and safe, it would certainly be a lot quicker, and getting him inside was the main aim of their mission. He suggested to Dan that they go in opposite directions around the large mess hall, approaching the front from opposite sides. If they both met up at their opposing corners without encountering anybody else, and the coast was clear, it would be a straight sprint to safety. If they took the supposedly "safe" option, they would be looping around behind the cabins for another few minutes, and every minute exposed equalled another sixty seconds where Dan's shame would be seen, then exposed to the world. After a quick but quiet debate, the kids decided that the more open, front on assault was worth the risk.
The mess hall and kitchen was by far the biggest building in the village. It could comfortably seat well over 100 people with ease, and was equipped with a large commercial kitchen and adjacent store room. This was all housed in a large, rectangular structure. From where the boys were situated around the back, they could see the two rear doors, 1 leading into the kitchen itself, and the other apparently providing rear access into the store room, probably used for receiving deliveries. Both rear entrances were semi-concealed by 8 foot high, L-shaped slatted wooden partitions, and in these alcoves were stored miscellaneous items, such as rubbish and recycling bins, empty bread racks, and even some old shelving and cleaning equipment. The back door of the kitchen was open, and the sound of music and talking could be heard from within, as the kitchen staff were busy preparing the midday meal. The smell of freshly cooked pies wafted towards the boys, reminding them that although they were on an important mission, they were still adolescents, and regardless of their difficult situation, they were getting hungry.
Matt tapped Dans arm, signalling for him to head around the left side, past the store room, while he himself would circle anticlockwise past the kitchen entrance. If everything worked to plan, they would soon see each other from opposite corners from the front side of the building, which faced the quad. They prepared to take off, but Dan halted Matts progress by suddenly grabbing his arm. Matt looked quizzically at his friend, waiting for an explanation.
"Matty! Fuck it, our towels! We've left our towels and shirts behind! Aw fuck man! How did I manage to do that? I coulda maybe tied it around my waist or something. It mighta helped. We gotta go back."
"Don't be an idiot, man," Matthew chided in a firm voice. "If we go back now, we'll prolly run into the whole freaking class walking back! Fuck the towels. Either Ol' Brandon will grab 'em, or we'll need to go back later, but we're not gonna go back now! We're nearly home."
Dan had to agree, going back would certainly be foolish, but he wasn't thinking clearly at the moment. He just nodded dumbly in agreement, and indicated that they should just continue. Matt took a quick swig from his water bottle, offering it to Dan, who had left his own back at the creek with his towel. Dan took it gratefully, quenching his parched throat with the still cool water before handing it back, nodding his thanks, and indicating with a thumbs up gesture that he was ready.
Matt took off in a hunched- over run, and Dan did the same, going the other way. He made it around the back corner, then pressed his back against the side of the building, and shimmied along sideways, until he was safely concealed by a thick bush. His wet shorts were now cold, and sticking uncomfortably to his thighs, and he was starting to get itchy between his legs. He paused long enough to peel the sodden fabric away from his skin, wincing with disgust at the feeling of cold, clammy fabric between his fingers. He hadn't wanted to "play" too much with his wet pants while Matt had been with him, as he was trying his best not to draw any extra attention to them, but man, was it ever uncomfortable! As he ran his hand across his butt, he was dismayed to find a big round wet patch on there as well, and the back legs of his shorts were also wet. He felt fresh embarrassment when he realised that Matt had been walking behind him for a lot of their trip back, and Dan had felt some slight relief at the time, thinking to himself that at least he wasn't visibly wet from behind, but apparently, he had been badly mistaken.
The other thing that was making him uncomfortable, was the fact that he now realised that he still needed to pee. His big accident had occurred when his undersized bladder had reached its tipping point, spilling its excess into his pants with an uncontrolled ferocity, but as the level had dropped, his ability to control it had increased, and although he'd taken a good sized piss into the bushes, he had apparently been so desperate for it to stop, that he had cut off the flow as soon as he had been able to, but he hadn't quite emptied his aching bladder properly. Now, the mixture of emotions he'd suffered was subsiding, combined with the extra physical effort of jogging through the forest, and mixed in with the cold wet feeling of his pants sticking to his weiner, he realised that he already needed to pee again, and more than a little bit.
He frequently encountered this while wearing diapers. If his diaper was dry, he could keep it that way for a lot longer than if it was already wet. If it was wet, he automatically needed to pee more urgently when the time came. He adjusted his boyhood as best he could, although the way it had now shrunken up to almost nothing inside his wet pants made any adjustments only negligible at best. He glanced through the bush, and saw nobody at all in the immediate vicinity. For the briefest of moments, he considered having another wee behind the bush, but he knew that by now Matt was probably waiting at the other corner for him. Besides, he'd be safely back inside his cabin shortly, and he could pee while he had a nice hot shower. Glancing through the leaves again, he deduced that the coast was clear, and if he was going to go, it probably should be now.
Dan pulled an errant branch back, stepped around the front of the building, and almost walked straight into Robbie.
While he didn't share any classes with Robbie, he knew him all to well just on reputation alone. A boy of mixed race parents, he was almost as dark of skin as Ali was, although his wide nose and heavy brow pointed more directly to his Aboriginal heritage instead of any Indian descent. The other thing that made Robbie stand out, was his size. He was 15, the oldest boy in year 8. He had been made to repeat a year while in primary school, as a result of continuing poor attendance and bad attitude, and time didn't appear to have mellowed him.
Robbie had a reputation as a bully, and he had already served a 2 day suspension earlier this year for fighting. He was known for bullying the smaller kids, and Aiden had run afoul of him on more than one occasion. He wasn't necessarily a "bad" kid, but he definitely didn't always fit in with what the normal expectations of a grade 8 boy in a well-to-do private Catholic school should be.
If Dan had to pick just one boy that he especially wouldn't want to encounter at this stage of his embarrassing trek, Robbie would probably have topped the list.
Dan stood still, completely flummoxed, frozen like a deer caught in the incoming headlights of a truck, and Robbie jumped backwards in shock, not expecting anyone else to just suddenly appear out of the bushes like that. For a few seconds they stood there, facing each other directly from a distance of no more than ten feet, like gun fighters in an old western movie. Neither boy spoke at first, then Robbies gaze dropped, and he took in the obvious wet patch on Dans pants. Dans gaze raised, and he looked over the bigger boys shoulder, and saw Matt, standing at the corner behind the threatening looking boy, and indicating with a violent shooing gesture for Dan to turn and run.
"Jacobs? What the fu...." Robbie started to say with a grin, pointing towards Dans wet pants.
Danny didn't wait to hear the rest. He spun on his heels quickly, and forced his way back through the bushes that he'd just emerged from, feeling them scratching painfully at his cheek, arms, and legs, but he ignored it, and took off like a jack rabbit towards the rear of the building. Before he disappeared, he heard Matts voice, declaring happily, "Robbie! Wassup dude?"
Dan was thankful that he didn't hear the sound of rustling branches behind him, at least at first. Heart hammering, he pressed his back against the building, and looked around frantically, desperate for a place to hide. Unfortunately for him, there wasn't one. The mess hall had the sealed service road behind it, which the boys had crossed, but on the other side of that was only thick, scrubby bushes, almost impenetrable to get through. He could try and disappear back down the track again, but as Matt had wisely pointed out, he would be running the risk of walking directly into his soon to be returning classmates. He could try and sprint around the other side of the building, in the direction that Matt had gone, but who's to say that Matt and Robbie wouldn't be coming around from that side, looking for him.
He was screwed. All of a sudden, the sudden attack of nerves heightened his need to pee again even more. He clutched at his already wet pants in a panic, unsure as to if he wasn't about to wet himself again. Feeling his penis twitch through his wet pants, he squeezed his knees tightly together and hunched forward, but the sudden noise from the other side of the bushes made him quickly abandon his hold, and focus instead on a place to hide or run too.
There was the sound of branches rustling and scraping against the side of the building, and Robbies voice was extremely close.
"Hey Matty! Have you seen that mate of yours, Jacobs? I just saw him run through here! Oh man! You ain't gonna believe what I just saw!"
Dan froze, but an unannounced fresh trickle of warmth on his leg snapped him out of it in a hurry. Whipping his head around, he locked onto what appeared to be his only option. The partially screened off alcove leading into the store room, which was about a third full of various boxes, some chairs, and an old freezer, amongst other things. Without waiting to run into Robbie again, Dan moved as stealthily as he could, secreting himself into the shadows, and squatting down behind the old freezer. From his hiding place, he had a restricted view through the wooden slats of the other side of the screen, but not much else. The closed wooden door behind him was certainly a worry as well, and anyone who exited through it, or wanted to enter from the outside, would have to be completely blind not to notice the scared child in wet pants hiding as best he could. But, with absolutely no further option available to him, he hunkered down just in time, glancing nervously around the bottom of the freezer and seeing two pairs of sand shoes appearing only a couple of feet away, with the screen offering his only protection. Matts voice came to him, as clear as a bell.
"Yeah, Danny? What about him? I'm looking for him right now!"
The bigger pair of shoes twisted around in the dirt, a pair of black legs disappearing from view as their owner swivelled around, no doubt looking for him.
"Aw man! I think he's pissed himself! You shoulda seen him! His pants are like totally soaked! Lucky I've got my phone with me! I'm gonna get a photo of his sorry arse, and post it online! It's friggin hilarious! Oh boy! Wait till everyone finds out! He's gonna be a laughing stock!"
Matt laughed, and it didn't sound at all forced to Dans ears.
"Nah Robbie, you got it all wrong dude! I got him wet! We was mucking around back there, and when he wasn't looking, I squirted him right in the balls with my water bottle, like this..."
Dan heard an exclamation, and the black legs suddenly jumped backwards, and a strong stream of water shot down, right where the feet had been standing only a second beforehand. "Fuck Jackson! What're you doing, bro? You almost got me man!"
Matt giggled again, and Robbie joined in. "Sorry Rob. But that's what I just did to Danny! He wasn't even looking, and I got him a beauty! He took off real quick, and I'm looking for him now. But I'll bet the bastards made it back to our cabin by now. Pity. I was gonna drag him around in front of the others, you know, just for a stir."
"Good joke man," Robbie agreed. "Ya certainly got him good! I couldn't believe it when I saw him! I actually thought he musta pissed himself! That's exactly what it looked like. Pretty funny dude, you're alright, ya know?"
There was the unmistakable sound of a high five being exchanged, and both boys kept laughing about what a Doofus Danny had looked like in his wet pants, and he managed a silent sigh of relief as he realised that the other kids weren't going to actually look for him. But as he exhaled, relaxing as best he could from his hunched over squat, he shuddered, and started wetting himself again, but there was nothing he could do about it.
He was squatting down on his haunches with his knees spread for balance, and to stop peeing, he would need to stand up, or at least close his legs, and he didn't trust himself to do either without making a noise and giving away his hiding place. He grimaced, feeling the fresh warmth coating his balls again, and a second later, a new stream had started flowing from his crotch. Powerless to stop it, he gritted his teeth, and shuddered as a chill past through him, and he silently prayed that the other boys, only feet away, wouldn't hear the sound of water splattering onto the cement, or see the little stream that was snaking its way from between his shoes to the gap underneath the wooden partition that the other boys were standing behind.
"Hey Matty," Robbie whispered, "I've gotta smoke in my pocket, wanna share?"
Dans mind went into overdrive. He silently mouthed "No! Nonononono! Please! Just fuck off!" His dick twitched violently, and the floodgates opened up even more, as his stream increased in volume from a trickle to a full on flood. The previous small stream grew stronger, and a powerful torrent started bouncing off the inside of his pants, completely soaking himself afresh, and he was soon squatting over a puddle, while the acrid aroma of fresh urine wafted up towards his nose. The sound of Matts voice was all that kept him grounded, preventing him from following his bodies natural instincts and suddenly standing up, which of course would've resulted in them finding him not only in freshly wet pants, but while actually in the process of physically wetting himself. He forced himself to endure the tickling sensation of spreading warmth around his midsection, as his t-shirt started wicking the pee upwards across his belly. He was however completely powerless to do anything about the small, but highly noticeable trickle of pee that was steadily making its way beneath the partition, and starting to form a small puddle behind what must have been the heel of Robbies left shoe.
He honestly could've hugged Matthew, when he heard him speak.
"Great idea Rob. I'd love a smoke, but not here, eh? Danny and I have been down the creek with Brandon and Davies group, and they'll be coming up that path again any minute. How's about we go over behind the bike shed? Should be safe there, plus, no one can like sneak up on us, we'll see 'em coming long before they get to us."
"Good thinking dude," Robbie agreed heartily. "One things for sure, I don't wanna get busted smoking again. I'll get a full weeks suspension next time, and me dad will kick shit outta me."
The other boys started strolling off, leaving a very wet Daniel remaining crouched behind the freezer. He mentally counted off two full minutes before carefully standing up again, and his bladder protested in time with his aching legs, as the last of his pee escaped, running uninterrupted down his bare legs, soaking into the tops of his white ankle socks, and getting his feet wet inside his sneakers.
By now, he couldn't care less. A quick inspection showed the front of his shorts to be completely saturated, as was the crotch, and the back of his legs. His formally sky blue t-shirt now sported a large, dark blue semi-circle of wetness, and it clung tightly against his slightly chubby tummy. His almost bald legs glistened in the sun, as the last few drops fell from his grubby knees. The other boys had left just in time, and he could feel his legs starting to cramp, and he held out a wet hand for support, leaving a wet handprint behind on the wooden side of the building as he gingerly stretched his protesting muscles, kicking aimlessly at the puddle he'd left on the ground. Dan was in an almost trancelike state, and he couldn't believe he'd put himself in this position again. After wetting himself in front of his friends at the park recently, he'd sworn to himself that he wouldn't do stupid stuff like that anymore, no matter what it took, but here he was, standing in the late morning sun, splashing about in a puddle of his own piss again, while his clothes stuck disgustingly to his body. He shook his head ruefully. When was he ever going to learn? He should know by now, that going around unprotected was simply not a good option for him anymore, even if it did make him feel normal.
An uncomfortable thought sprang to mind. Perhaps his mother had been right all along, and he needed to start growing up a bit more, and start accepting the consequences of his choices, instead of constantly bemoaning the fact that it simply wasn't fair to expect a fourteen year old to stay diapered all day.
He was shaken from his introspection by the sound of approaching voices, accompanied by much laughter and giggling. Apparently, the group was returning from the creek, and would be emerging any second from the path in front of him. Remaining where he was, almost covered in piss just wouldn't do, so he forced his aching legs into a wobbly trot, and limped along the back of the mess hall, pausing only briefly to make sure the coast was clear from the corner, then limped around to the next building.
Across the quad, he could see Matt and Robbie walking towards the bike shed. He sent up a quick prayer on Matthews account, hoping that his friend wouldn't get busted for smoking, but quickly turned back to the task at hand, getting home safely.
Proceeding cabin by cabin, he was fortunate enough to eventually get back to his own dorm. He did spy other people a couple of times, both kids and grownups, but was lucky enough not to actually encounter them face to face. The closest call was outside his own cabin. He peered around the corner, spotting a group of kids throwing a ball around, but perhaps fifty feet away, and he steeled himself, then darted quickly around the corner and up the steps of his own cabin before they spotted him.
Dan wasted no time. The other boys weren't home, so he had the bathroom to himself. He selected his spare towel, his sweat pants, a clean shirt and socks, along with a fresh pull up, and disappeared into the sanctuary of the shower room.
It was perhaps three minutes later, with his smelly, dirty clothes now stashed in a plastic bag while he stood his naked body under the warm water and started scrubbing himself with a bar of soap, that he noticed how his dick had started to go hard, especially as he kept thinking about how he had wet himself the second time, while hiding from Matt and Rob. It had been terrifying, humiliating, and scary at the time, but now, in hindsight, from the safety of his shower, he found the memory to be oddly arousing.
Before he knew what he was doing, he started soaping his genitals up, and keeping a close ear out for the sound of anyone coming in the front door, he started stroking himself, and in no time at all his essence was disappearing down the drain with the last of the soapy water. |
Chapter 34:
Dan stood naked and undecided in the shower room. There was absolutely no way that he was going to continue his day undiapered, but he hated the thought of someone seeing his diaper almost as much as them seeing him have an accident. Diapers increased his safety barrier, but increased his visibility factor, especially in jeans or sweatpants, and he didn't want to wear jeans in any case, as he didn't know what activities he'd be doing for the rest of the day. He did have other shorts that he could wear, but he'd have no real excuse as to why he'd changed them, should anyone notice and ask. At least he could claim warmth as a reason to put his sweats on.
Towelling himself dry, he considered his options. He hurriedly stepped into his adult pull up, sighing with feelings of safety, security, and relief, as he snugged the thick nappy up around his waist, enjoying the way that the thick padding wrapped itself seamlessly around his genitals. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he moved quickly back into the bedroom, where his backpack was still open on his bed. Holding the towel closed with his left hand, he started fumbling around inside his bag with his right, and his naked body shivered slightly from the cooler air. It was definitely chillier down south, especially after his hot shower, and his wet hair was cooling down quickly.
It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for. His snap crotch onesie. His mother had insisted that he bring one, and he had argued, of course, explaining that it simply wasn't worth the risk of his friends seeing it.
"Why? It's worse than them knowing you wear diapers, is it?" Sue had asked sarcastically, and he truthfully hadn't been able to answer that. Eventually he had snatched the garment from his bed, and stuffed it all the way down to the bottom of his bag, if only to stop her from harping on about it. He shook his head ruefully as he carried it back into the bathroom, absolutely hating the fact that his damned mother had been proved right yet again. He wasted no time in sliding his head and arms into it, then spread his legs wide, double checked the leg guards on his pull up, and fumbled with the press studs with cold, trembling fingers. It was only when he pulled his clean boxer shorts up, allowing him to look like he was only wearing a tucked-in t-shirt, that he breathed a sigh of relief. He stepped into his silky black sweatpants, comfortable with the knowledge that they wouldn't make his diaper stick out, then he dragged a long polo shirt on, long enough to cover his waistband, then went back to sit on his bed and put his socks on. Matthew walked into the cabin just as Dan was finished dressing.
"Danny-boy! Didja make it back here alright?"
Dan jumped up, and held his palm up, and when Matt raised his, Dan clasped it firmly, dragging the boy towards him and bumping chests, while he slapped Matts back with his free hand.
"Only thanks to you, brother! Oh man! I fucking owe you big, Matty! I could never have got back here without your help mate."
Matt smiled, slapping Dans back in return. "Don't mention it bro. You helped me, I helped you, we're square. And we're never gonna tell the boys about our accidents, are we?"
Dan grinned. "No. Freaking. Way. Don't worry man, I'll never tell 'em," and he saw his friend immediately relax a bit more.
"Matt," he ventured carefully, knowing what he wanted to say, but not sure of how to say it.
"Yeah?" Matt replied, arching an eyebrow.
"I mean it dude. I really appreciate what you've done for me, 'specially since I know you don't really like feel comfortable with the whole diaper thing."
The words were only just out of his mouth and he regretted them already. It had seemed like the right thing to say when he'd begun, but then he realised that he wasn't really supposed to know about Matthews true feelings, and Scott had in fact told him. But he didn't have to worry for long. He relaxed when he saw his friend blush, snap his head up, then avert his gaze.
"I was that obvious, huh?" Matt asked quietly. "Ah man! I'm sorry Danny. I never like meant to make ya feel uncomfortable or anything. But yeah. I guess I have been a bit weird with ya because of your, you know, your nappies? It wasn't nothing to do with you, not you as a person, but yeah, I gotta admit I have been a bit weirded out by that. I think I freaked out a bit when you had that accident playing football, and I just didn't know how to handle it. I guess it made me uncomfortable. I guess I kinda like tried to block you out a bit, even though I liked you. I just didn't expect to see another kid my age wetting himself or needing nappies. Amy explained stuff real well to us, and that kinda made it a bit better, I guess, but it still sounded a bit strange for me."
"But you're not so freaked out anymore?" Dan enquired hopefully.
"Nah. After having an accident myself yesterday, well, two actually. I wet-farted a bit later, but the Goodnight you gave me saved me."
"You and your reheated, day old Mexican pizza," Dan ventured with a grin, and was heartened when Matt smiled back.
"Exactly! Never gonna have that for breakfast again! But then last night, poor 'ol Aiden wet the bed, then you and Scotty said it could happen to any of us, and it kinda like bought it home for me, I guess. I'd seen you get caught out, then Aiden, and I'd only just got away with pooping myself with your help, and I realised that I was real lucky. Lucky to have a mate like you who helped me, even though I hadn't exactly been super nice to you. I guess I finally figured out that you're a great bloke, and your, ah, problem doesn't change that."
This was a pretty impressive speech for Matt, and Dan was touched. He stepped forward and hugged the bigger boy, who hesitated only slightly before hugging him back. They only embraced for a moment, then quickly punched each other on the back before quickly stepping away, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed. Dan sat back on his bed, and busied himself with putting his shoes back on. They had gotten a bit of pee in them, but he couldn't do anything about that. He only had one pair of sneakers to wear.
"I couldn't believe how well you handled Robbie," Dan exclaimed, trying to change the topic. "That bastard coulda really made life tough for me. It was real clever how you convinced him that you'd squirted me with your bottle."
"You heard that huh? You was hiding behind that fence thing behind the hall, weren't ya? I thought I saw something move, then what looked like pee running out from under the fence."
Dan blushed, but Matt only laughed. "Don't worry Dan. I woulda probably pissed my pants as well if I was hiding from someone while I was already wet. Besides, Robbie isn't a bad kid. But I don't think shits real good for him at home. I think his dad knocks him around a bit sometimes. Makes Robbie kinda mad, ya know? Besides, I got a smoke out of it! Robbie and me had it behind the bike shed. Tasted nice, and was a great distraction after what had happened to you. Don't panic. I've got him completely convinced that I squirted you with water. He don't suspect nothing."
They were interrupted by a soft knocking on their door. Matt took three steps and opened it, seeing a nervous looking Aiden standing there, almost cowering under the imposing figure of Matthew staring at him from the top step.
"Yeah?" Matt asked quizzically, apparently not as gregarious around kids he didn't know so well.
Aiden reached out with a slightly shaky arm, holding out what appeared to be a plastic bag containing two towels, two shirts, and had Dans water bottle sitting on top.
"Uh, guys? Um, 'ol Brandon asked me to drop this off to you? You guys left swimmin' before us, and musta left your stuff behind? He asked me to bring it to you. What happened? You guys alright? Brandon didn't say."
"We're good, Aids," Dan said, using the poor boys unfortunate nickname, one of many. "I needed to have a shit, so he let me go, and Matt came back as my Camp Buddy." That was the term given to anyone who was walking around outside the actual village. You couldn't go without a Buddy.
"Ahhh," Aiden replied in his high pitched voice, accepting that answer at once. Dan couldn't believe they were in the same class. Aiden was so young looking! Although Dan himself still carried his childish features, Aiden looked like a little boy, especially standing beneath Matts towering frame.
"There's Scott!" Matt suddenly exclaimed, pointing excitedly over Aidens head and across the quad. "Thanks for bringing our stuff back Aids," he said quickly, before cupping his hands around his mouth and bellowing in his deeper voice "Scott! SCOTTY! Wait up," and jumping past Aiden and running towards his best friend.
"Come in, Aids. Chuck the bag over here! Thanks for bringing it back, man! Saved us a walk."
"No worries, Jacobs," Aiden replied happily, pleased to have helped. He was glancing around in wide eyed wonder, as if this cabin was somehow a lot better or different than his own.
"Think lunch might be nearly ready," he added as an afterthought, just to stop an uncomfortable silence from descending. Although they shared classes, and were friendly towards one another, they didn't know each other at all, nor ever mixed socially. In fact, Aiden had more friends amongst the grade seven boys, who were much more his size, and even some of them were bigger than him. The wind caught the door, suddenly slamming it loudly, and making both boys jump.
"Anyway, better go," Aiden said awkwardly, "gotta change outta these wet clothes! I'm bloody freezing!"
He turned to leave, and Dan heard himself saying "Aiden, wait a minute mate," before he actually knew he was going to say it.
Aiden paused, just short of reaching for the door, and turned back towards Dan, smiling still, and willing to either help more or accept more praise, whatever was on offer. The other boys in his grade didn't usually spend much time with him, and never played with him much either. It was nice to feel accepted by your classmates, especially the nice ones like Dan, who was much nicer than that asshole, Robbie.
"Aiden, it's none of my business, and you can tell me to get fucked, but I promise I'm not gonna pick on you. But what happened last night mate? Did you really wet the bed?"
Aiden s face darkened, and tears sprang so quickly to his eyes that it was almost impossible to believe that they hadn't just been there all along but unnoticed. His bottom lip quivered a bit, and he lunged for the door, but in his panic he pushed instead pulled, and Dan was able to leap off the bed and grab him, twisting the door handle easily from his scrawny hands and shutting it closed again.
Dan turned Aiden around, firmly but gently, and was alarmed and worried about the look of genuine fear on the other boys face, as if he was already flinching, waiting for a blow.
"Aiden! AIDS! Settle down mate," and he let the small boy go, suddenly feeling like a bully, and he didn't like that at all.
"Aiden, buddy. Calm down dude, I'm your mate, okay? I don't wanna pick on you, hurt you, or talk about you. I just wanna know, did you havea accident last night?"
Aiden sighed, slumping his shoulders with defeat. He hung his head, sniffed, then wiped his forearm across his eyes and nose, collecting himself.
"Sit down mate. Here, besides me," Dan said encouragingly, as he sat on the bed and patted the spare spot beside him.
"Can't. Wet." Aiden replied with a sniffle, pulling at his wet clothes.
"Don't worry about it Aiden. Wouldn't be the first time my beds got wet....."
He let that hang, and noticed how Aiden suddenly stood up a bit straighter, and looked at him almost in wonder.
"What happened Aiden?" Dan asked quietly.
"You heard right," the younger boy said quietly. "I wet me bed."
"How often do you do that Aids? You know? Wet the bed? Does it happen a lot?"
Aiden sized Dan up, running an enquiring eye over his "friend." He didn't know why, but he believed Dan when Dan told him that he wasn't going to be mean to him. Then there was that comment about his own bed sometimes being wet........ but the thing that finally made him decide to talk about it, was the simplest thing of all, a need for acceptance. Aiden didn't know any other bed wetters, apart from his ten year old sister, and it really ate away at him sometimes. Just having the remotest chance to meet another teenage bed wetter was worth some embarrassment. After all, he was only going to be admitting to something that Dan already knew he had done, at least once.
"It's been getting better slowly," the smaller boy said with a soft, reluctant sigh. "Back when I was a little kid," he said, missing any irony, "you know, like ten, eleven, I usedta pee the bed every night almost. But it started slowing down after I was twelve. Since I turned thirteen, 'bout eight months ago, it's prolly happened maybe fifteen times?"
Dan was willing to bet that it had happened a lot more than that, and, if pressed, Aiden would know exactly how many nights he had stayed dry since he'd turned thirteen. After all, Dan used to do the same thing, and under-exaggerate the frequency of his wettings when asked.
He still did.
"Do you normally wear any protection to bed mate? Like a Goodnight or something?"
"Used too. But not anymore. My dad refused to buy them for me after I turned thirteen. He thinks I'm just being lazy. Reckons if I'm lazy 'nough to piss my bed, I can lie in it. Said I'll soon learn not to be lazy anymore. Mum agrees as well. They don't like punish me or nothing, but I gotta change my own sheets and do my own laundry, you know, to teach me the consequenthingy of my actions. But I still can't completely stop." He sighed dejectedly.
"Oh man, that sucks," Dan admitted, patting the kid encouragingly on the knee, feeling how cold he was, still in his creek-wet clothes. "You're freezing dude! Why didn't you get changed at the river?"
"I don't like undressing in front of the other boys if I can help it," Aiden replied shyly. "I'm, um, not like as grown up as what you guys are, ya know? It's a bit embarrassing."
Dan grinned. "Don't worry Shrimp, I know exactly what you mean! Don't panic, it'll happen, same as your bed wetting will stop. I promise, and trust me, I should know."
"Thanks man, you're alright!" Aiden replied with a grin, punching Dan lightly on the leg before standing up. He felt the bed where he'd been sitting. "Beds not too wet," he exclaimed cheerfully.
"Yet," Dan replied with a grin, making Aiden giggle. He rummaged in his bag again, and found what he was looking for, his last camouflage Goodnight.
"Here man. Sneak this into your sleeping bag and put it on tonight. If it happens again, no one has to know."
Aiden s eyes lit up with delight. "Ah Danny! Thanks man! Thanks so much! I've been shit-scared about going to sleep tonight. I was gonna try and like stay up all night or something. This is great man."
Then he paused. "I'm guessing you obviously need them too? Like you're not some sorta weird "Pull-Up Fairy," who magically appears to give nappies to kids in need?" He tried to sound lighthearted, but there was something else in his high pitched voice, something that sounded akin to hope.
Dan laughed softly. "I need 'em too Aiden. Now keep your mouth shut, got it? I don't ever say anything about you to anyone, and you don't never talk about me. If you ever do, I swear to God Aiden, I will fuck you right up! Got it?"
Aiden gulped, but tried to grin positively. "About what Dan? Say anything about what? I don't know what you're talkin' about."
"Good boy," Dan exclaimed, offering his hand, which Aiden clasped tightly. His hand felt small and childlike to Dan.
"Dan," Aiden began tentatively.
"Yeah Aids?"
"Can we maybe talk one day? Just you and I? About this?"
Dan smiled. "Of course mate. Just not here and now. But later. Promise."
"Thanks Dan," a now beaming Aiden replied, before stuffing the pull up inside his towel, and putting that inside the plastic bag he'd been toting the boys stuff in. "See ya," and he was gone.
Dan laid back on his bunk, and stretched, and he was immediately glad that he had his onesie on, because his diaper didn't pop out. He felt good for reaching out to the kid. He hoped he'd made his day better.
He also prayed to God he hadn't just made a huge mistake |
Chapter 35:
Nikki woke up at 5:30, or so it said on her phone. She had woken up suddenly, needing to pee, a lingering hangover from her dream.
In her dream, her and Amy had been sitting in class together, which was strange, as they didn't share any, and she had needed to be excused. After keeping her hand raised for what seemed like ages, she had sighed with frustration as the teacher had again looked straight through her.
"What's the matter Nik?" Dream Amy had whispered.
"I want to go to the toilet," Nikki had replied, "but the old cow keeps ignoring me!"
Amy had laughed gaily. "Is that all? Here, slip a diaper on! It's a pull up, but it'll fit you!" She had simply pulled the big pull up out of her desk, and passed it straight over, causing Nikki to hiss in shock, snatching it rudely from her friends hand, and stuffing it under her own desk, and then under her jumper before anyone noticed.
"Don't stress Nik! No one can see it except us! Just slip it on under the table."
"What about my underpants?" Nikki asked, confused.
"What about them? You're only wearing your pee panties! It doesn't matter if you wet them, does it?"
Nikki couldn't exactly remember putting the diaper on, but suddenly it was. Funnily enough, that was all she now wore, with every other article of clothing somehow vanishing, and she put a hand protectively across her flat chest, causing Amy to smile, and somewhat seductively at that.
"Don't be shy Nik. I'm the only one who can see you. Just pee in your diaper, and I'll change you later."
Nikki had woken up just before her dream self could be fully convinced. She hadn't had a REAL sleep wetting for months, (although her sheets were still wet some mornings!) and she realised that she was darn close to having a real one now.
She groggily tried to roll over and get out of the same side of bed that she always did at home, but was stopped by a warm body. Momentarily startled, she flinched back, taking a few seconds to remember that she was in bed with her best friend.
Slumping backwards onto her back, she yawned and stretched, then hissed a sharp intake of breath, crossing her legs quickly as she very nearly wet herself a bit. As she slowly came to her senses, she realised that the hand she had jammed into her crotch was pushing firmly against the thickly padded diaper she wore underneath her bunny rabbit onesie, and it all started coming back to her.
It was Tuesday morning, and she had slept with Amy. Not just in the same room, but in the same bed! How freaking awesome was that?! Their previous nights exploits returned to her, and she grinned in the darkness at the memories of their wet fun around the pool, followed by walking around afterwards with no pants on, came back to her. Nikki didn't quite comprehend the meaning of her feelings. She was straight. She was sure of that! Hell, she even had a boyfriend! A real one, and he was a sweet, sexy boy as well, and she was starting to become very attached to him.
But there was something about Amy that made Nikki feel kind of squirmy inside. She didn't think that she was attracted to her, not in THAT way, you know, like the way that she was attracted to Scott, but still.....
The way Amy looked in a diaper. The way they could so easily talk about wetting, and how Nikki felt like she could tell Amy anything, and it would be okay. The way Amy kept helping her, guiding her, not only teaching her stuff about wetting and diapers, but also made her feel like it was okay, and she was normal, even about the weird stuff like her pee-panties. It all added up to not just friendship, but almost hero worship. The older girl was more than a best friend, she was a mentor, and a cute and pretty one at that. Nikki even felt a vague twinge of jealousy occasionally, about how this beautiful, smart girl with all her problems could still manage to deal with everything and come out on top, even comfortably wearing nappies all day with her mothers permission, and having a sweet boy like Dan who obviously worshipped her. She sometimes felt a bit jealous of Dan as well, because he was so close to Amy. The jealousy of either of them certainly wasn't huge, but she envied how her two friends could get away with all their wetting fun, and have somebody else to share it with. After all, even though her and Scott were slowly getting closer, she couldn't imagine ever wearing a diaper or wetting herself around him, at least not on purpose.
She wondered how he'd react...
Another twinge from her bladder had her reaching for the doona, but before she pulled it back, she paused. After all, she was wearing a nappy.....
She reached for her phone, tucked it under the blanket, and switched the light on. Directing the beam towards the softly snoring figure beside her, she trained the light on the sleeping girls behind. Her backside looked dry, as did the sheet around it, but Amy's adorable footie pyjamas did look swollen. Reaching out, she gently placed her palm against Amy's diaper bulge, and could tell instantly that her friend was wet. The way the padding felt swollen and warm, even through her pj's, was proof enough that she was in bed next to a wet girl, and she grinned with delight in the darkness.
Unable to stop herself, she gently squeezed Amy's diaper through her pyjamas, and suddenly felt a small wetness forming underneath her groping fingers. Looking closely using the light, Nikki could see a small wet spot appear, roughly the size and shape of an egg, just underneath where Amy's right leg guard would be.
Amy groaned softly in her sleep, and Nikki froze, afraid she was waking the other girl up, but Amy just mumbled in her sleep, and wriggled her butt backwards, actually forcing it firmly into Nikkis hand, murmuring something that sounded like "mmm 'ats nice," before softly snoring again.
Nikkis bladder protested, and she knew then that she'd need to pee extremely quickly, but it wasn't everyday that she was able to do something as hot and naughty as this, and hold Amy's wet spot while cupping her full diaper.
In the end, the choice wasn't hers to make. As she lay there, refusing to move her hand, she lost control, and started wetting herself. At first, she panicked, trying unsuccessfully to stop the flow, but she couldn't, so in the end, she gave in to it. She did manage to roll onto her back, hopefully preventing any leaks, but she still refused to take her hand off her friends slightly wet butt, so she lay there, pulling the blanket up to her chin to mask the light from her phone, and put her left hand against the crotch of her onesie, while leaving her right hand pushing against Amy's wet and swollen diaper, as she felt her own padding swiftly filling up, the heat radiating across her almost bare pubic mound, and quickly spreading to encompass her skinny backside, enraptured by the way her entire midsection now felt as if it was being wrapped in a hot, wet cloud.
All too soon it was over, and she reluctantly let go of Amy's bum and switched her phone off, returning it to the nightstand. 5:37am. She still had nearly an hour and a half before having to get up, and now, feeling all excited, she didn't think that she'd ever get to sleep again.
But, lacking other options, Nikki decided to try. She rolled over to face Amy's back, and tried to gently push her own diaper against her friends. Amy suddenly snorted in her sleep, but instead of pulling away, she surprised Nikki by doing the opposite, and wriggling her bottom very firmly up against her own swollen crotch. Nikki smiled in the darkness, and relaxed, feeling like everything was alright. At first she was unsure with what to do with her left arm, so she gently laid it against Amy's side, trying not to disturb her. Amy wiggled again, then reached over, taking the other girls hand, and cuddling it against her chest, and Nikkis breath caught in her throat, when she discovered that she was now cupping Amy's breast, and Amy was holding it tightly in place, and Nikki could feel the hardened nub of what could only be an erect nipple right in the palm of her hand!
In the dark, Amy raised her own spare hand up to her face, and Nikki was sure that she had started sucking on her thumb. She knew that was one of her friends tell tale signs that she was wetting herself, and she quickly pushed herself even more firmly against Amy's back, fully aware that her friends nappy would probably leak badly if she did wet herself whilst laying on her side, but Nikki didn't care. She kept the other girl in a bear hug, preventing her from rolling over, and smiled as she felt even more warmth radiating from around her midsection. A fresh wetness on the front of her leg only confirmed it. Amy had wet herself again while she slept, and had leaked, wetting not only the bed, but Nikkis pyjamas as well.
Nikki could feel a different wetness inside her own soiled diaper now, a wetness that was still like a new toy, but one she was quickly learning how to play with. Ironically it had been Amy who had finally taught her how to play with it, when she had "helped" Nikki apply nappy rash cream previously, but since that discovery, Nikki had taken to playing with her new toy a lot. It kind of disturbed her that she often found herself thinking about Amy while she did it, although lately, Scott had been appearing in her fantasies as well. Although Nikki felt that she could share almost anything with Amy, her private thoughts on that particular topic were something that she just knew that she should keep to herself.
A large yawn escaped her, and a wave of tiredness swept over the young girl. Now her bladder was empty, and she was cuddling Amy like a giant teddy bear, she closed her eyes, relishing how Amy's breast felt in her hand.
Two minutes later, she was asleep.
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"Girls! Wake up! It's late!" Sonia was pounding on the door.
Nikki jumped back first, quickly pulling her hand away from Amy's breast, and Amy jerked awake only a second later, unaware of the position they'd slept in.
"Huh? Wha? Late?" Amy mumbled groggily, wiping at her eyes.
A frazzled looking Sonia was standing in the now open doorway, still dressed in her nightie and dressing gown. "Yes, we're bloody late! The power must've gone off about six o'clock, and our alarms haven't gone off! It's nearly eight o'clock!"
Amy groaned, her displeasure only increasing as she became aware of how wet and cold she felt. She didn't need to look to know that her sheets were wet. FUCK! Of all the nights to have a diaper failure, it had to be when her friend slept with her! She knew she should've made Nikki sleep on the air bed!
"Come on kids! You're going to be late. We need to get going."
"Um, mummy, I think I need a shower first," Amy admitted with downcast eyes.
"Ah heck, really?" Sonia asked, trying to keep the frustration out of her voice.
Amy's voice wavered. This was simply a horrible thing to wake up too! "I'm sorry mum, and Nik, but I'm wet. My nappy musta leaked," she ran her hand quickly across the sheets below her midsection, and a strangled sob escaped. "Ah shit! Mummy, the beds all wet!"
"Language Amy!" Sonia scolded, but gently. She sighed, composing herself. She knew that although her daughter wet in her sleep most nights, and hated it, she could accept it if it stayed contained within her protection, but it really upset her to start the day with wet sheets. Add the fact that her little school friend was in bed with her, made for a very upset young girl, and she was starting to softly cry.
"Look honey, don't stress, alright? I'm sure that Nikkis not upset with you, are you Nik? We all know you can't help it, and it's nothing to get worked up over."
Nikki reacted instantly, stretching her arm around Amy's shoulders, and gently pulling the quietly sobbing girl towards her. "Come on Ames. Cheer up. It's not the end of the world."
"But the beds all wet, I'm all wet, you're probably all wet, and, and, it all just SUCKS!" Amy wailed, giving in to her emotions.
Sonia hurried over, taking her daughters hand, and gently rubbing her wrist, but leaving her head resting on her friends shoulder, while Nikki rubbed her back encouragingly. No doubt about it, she thought, this little Nikki girl was something special, such a nice kid!
"Look. If you guys can get motivated, each go and have a very quick shower, I'll fix your bed, and we'll grab some McDonald's on the way to school, okay?"
"Come on Amy," Nikki said with obvious delight. "Macca's for breakfast! That's worth getting up for!"
Despite herself, Amy found herself smiling. "Suppose....."
Sonia relaxed, knowing that thanks to Nikki, a full blown tantrum had just been averted. Amy didn't have them often, but starting the day like this could've easily resulted in a melt-down. "Well? Come on then," she pushed, but gently.
Amy sighed. "Alright mummy, but can you leave? I'm all wet here."
Biting back the sarcastic reply about seeing it all before, Sonia patted her daughters leg, and left to get dressed herself. She knew that a shower was going to be mission impossible for herself, especially after the two kids had one, so she'd have to call in late, buy them breakfast, get them to school, then come home to shower and change herself. What a start to the day.
"Are ya ready?" Nikki asked, offering what she hoped was an encouraging smile, taking hold of the doona.
Amy swallowed hard, dreading what she already knew she'd find. "S'pose."
"1,2,3!" Nikki exclaimed, pulling the blankets completely off them in one swift motion.
"Ohhh," Amy muttered, almost crying again. Her crotch, and the right thigh of her footies was stained a dark red, and her sheets had a wet patch almost eighteen inches wide underneath her bottom. But what made her cringe even worse, was the visible wet spot across the front of Nikkis grey bunny onesie, where she'd been pressed up behind her.
"Oh Nikki! Nikki, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sor..."
"Hush it Ames. This is probably my pee on me. I wet my pants as well last night, so I probably leaked too! Stop stressing, for Gods sake!"
"What? Did you wet yourself as well?"
"Of course I did, idiot! You didn't think I was gonna waste an opportunity to use a real diaper, did ya? Look, I'll be honest, I woke up and did it, but hey, what's the diff? I still peed my pants in your bed too! So, we're kinda like even, the way I see it! And pee's pee! Doesn't matter if it's yours or mine! We're both still covered in it!"
Amy looked at her friend, and actually chuckled. "You really are something else Nik, you know?"
"That's what Scotty tells me," she replied with a cheeky wink. "Come on, let's grab that shower!"
"You go first Nik. I'll start stripping the bed."
"Why? Your mums gonna do that! 'Sides, we're running late already. Why don't we just hop in the shower together?"
"WHAT? Why?" Amy was incredulous.
Nikki shrugged nonchalantly. "Why not? We do it at the pool together, so what's the difference? We ain't got a lotta time, and it'll speed things up!"
Amy, still half asleep, confused, and emotional, just nodded. "S'pose your right. It might be a bit cramped but."
"So? It's only a quick one," Nikki replied cheerfully, unable to believe that Amy had agreed, leaving her head spinning. She couldn't speak for Amy of course, but so far she was personally having a wonderful day! Waking up wet, beside a wet Amy, and not being punished for it, was the stuff dreams were made of, and yes, she had daydreamed about this very thing before. The shower hadn't been dreamed of, but she was sure she would be remembering it in the future.....
Feeling self conscious, not only about her own wet pyjamas, but Nikkis as well, Amy led them to the linen closet for towels, and they padded into the bathroom. As usual, Nikki had no reservations, and it only took mere seconds before she'd peeled the wet bunny suit off, and was standing in front of Amy, apparently quite comfortable in just her saggy wet diaper, waiting impatiently for the older girl to join her.
Amy was a bit more reticent, but knowing that time was their enemy, she grimaced, then pulled her wet pyjamas off, matching Nikki in just a wet and stained nappy. At first, she held a protective hand demurely across her generous breasts, but when she saw how unconcerned Nikki was about her own flat-chested nudity, she forced herself to follow suit. Taking a plastic bag from beneath the sink, she held it open while Nikki pulled her diaper down so hard, that it hit the floor with a wet splat, then she likewise removed her own. They found themselves giggling a lot as Amy turned the shower on, and Nikki even pressed her bare front up against Amy's naked back for warmth.
Amy had been right. There wasn't a lot of room, but they made it work. There wasn't time to shampoo and condition, but time enough to scrub themselves with soap, especially around the most affected areas. Nikki was busy washing her own private area, when she snuck a glance at Amy, and found her staring down, blushing as she peed all over her own feet.
"Sorry. That always happens in the shower," she shyly explained. "Can't control it at all."
"Don't sweat it," Nikki informed her, giving a push, and giggling as she started peeing down her own legs, making Amy laugh.
Back in her room, Amy started off with a fresh tape up, and Nikki looked at it wistfully.
"Want one?" Amy asked in a hesitant voice.
"Could I?" Nikki replied shyly. "I've always kinda wanted to wear one to school."
"Nows your chance, mate! Here get this on before mummy comes back."
Twenty minutes later, the previous bad mood was a distant memory. Amy and Nikki sat in the backseat of Sonia's car, hungrily and happily munching on hash browns and muffins, and giggled amongst themselves on the way to school. Sonia smiled at the happy reflection of her daughter in the mirror, liking her little friend more and more.
She of course didn't know that Amy's "little friend" had just showered with her daughter, or was secretly wearing one of her diapers underneath her school uniform, but nevertheless, she was just happy that Amy was happy.
There hadn't been a lot of that in Amy's life, at least not until recently. |
Chapter 36:
"Bye girls! Have fun, learn stuff, become doctors or something." This was an in-joke, and an ongoing one of Sonia's, who always sent her daughter off with a light hearted comment.
"Bye mum," Amy replied with a roll of her eyes, having heard some variation of this at least a million times.
"Bye Mrs.....Sonia," Nikki added bashfully, blushing a bit. "Thank you very much for having me over. I had a great time." She sounded very much like she meant it, too!
"Anytime Nikki," Sonia said with a sweet smile. "You're a pleasure to have around! You and your mum will have to come for dinner soon."
"I'd like that, thanks, and thank you again for breakfast," the slight young girl replied, blushing even more, and scrambling nervously as she tried to gather up the seemingly huge pile of rubbish that their hastily devoured breakfast had left behind. Sonia reached around, and placed her hand gently on the little girls arm.
"Leave it sweetie. Hurry up and get to class. I'll clean up the mess later."
Nikki hesitated, wanting to help, but not wanting to delay Sonia. The decision was taken out of her hands when Amy grabbed her hand, dragging her impatiently away from the car, trying to escape before her mother insisted on getting an embarrassing goodbye kiss. "Comeoncomeoncomeon," she groaned, dragging the smaller girl so forcefully that Nikki almost tumbled over, managing to flash Sonia a shy, sweet smile as she was pulled away.
Sonia could only smile and wave as she watched the two girls grab each other's hands as they trotted off, throwing their bags loosely over their shoulders. She saw her daughter leaning over to whisper something in her friends ear, which made Nikki laugh.
They looked so darn cute!
"So tell me all about how you peed in my bed," Amy had said in a faux-stern voice, making Nikki squeal with mock indignation.
"I will if you will," she replied, a cheeky glint in her eyes, and Amy giggled.
"Deal! But you first...."
"Wellllll, not much to tell," Nikki said in a loud whisper, glancing around to make sure that nobody was in earshot. "I kinda think I mighta had a funny dream. Not ha-ha funny, but like a bed wetting dream? Like when you dream you're going to the potty, but you're asleep? Ya know?"
Amy grinned, shaking her head ruefully. "Oh boy! Do I ever! Get 'em all the time. But I thought you was awake?"
"I was. I like woke up just in time, but I was really busting though, you know, like just about to let go."
"What didja dream about?" Amy asked innocently, glancing at her friend in wide eyed interest, and seeing her blush a bit, lowering her eyes.
"Dunno, can't really remember," Nikki mumbled, sounding perhaps a touch guilty.
Amy thought that her friend DID remember her dream, but if she felt awkward talking about it, then Amy wouldn't press her on it. After all, she knew all too well just how embarrassing bed wetting discussions could be. She was just thankful that they could at least talk about it with each other, even if she didn't get every single detail.
"So? What happened next?" Amy prodded.
"I started to get up, but I nearly peed my pants! So I guess I musta like grabbed myself, and that's when I realised that I hadda nappy on!" She produced a somewhat evil looking grin, flashing Amy a glimpse of the baby teeth that were still present in the bottom of her jaw.
"So I decided to hold it! I knew I couldn't hold on too long, but I wanted to see how long. Turned out it wasn't too long at all. I started to leak, and I couldn't stop, so I just rolled onto my back, you know, like how you always told me to, and I let it happen!"
"And what did you think? You know, about wetting a big diaper in bed? Didja like it? Was it good?" Amy was incredibly fascinated in hearing her opinion. This would be the first time she'd spoken to another girl about wetting an adult diaper in bed, and she was interested.
"It was scary," Nikki replied, sounding awestruck. "Like it was lovely and everything, like all warm and soft and snuggly and super-duper nice and stuff, but really, really scary too. I could feel it flowing everywhere, and it felt like there was no way the diaper could've possibly held that much, but I couldn't stop! I 'member how my Goodnights always leaked if I peed too hard, and they'd leak everywhere! Also, It wasn't like when I wet the bed on purpose, and I can control it, like do it slowly. Because it was a real accident, I basically lost all control and just flooded myself. I kept expecting to feel it running up my back and stuff, but it didn't. It was kinda crazy in a way. It felt so awesome, but horrible at the same time, cause I was in your bed. I was sure we were gonna wake up on wet sheets!"
"We did, remember?" Amy reminded her with a naughty grin, but with no trace of the earlier tears that had accompanied that discovery.
"Yeah! What happened Ames? You're always telling me how great these tape on diapers are," Nikki patted her hip for added emphasis, "but I like really filled mine, and maybe only leaked a tiny bit if that. But yours made a big mess."
Amy shrugged. "Dunno. I guess maybe because I'd already wet myself earlier?"
Nikkis grip on her hand tightened. "Wait. What? You didn't tell me that before! Was that on purpose?"
"Nah, not at all. I kinda remember waking up while I was peeing, at least I think I did. It was too late, so I hadda let it happen. But I guess I musta wet myself again later, laying on my side probably, judging by the wet leg on my footies. It's kinda weird though."
"Why? What's weird about it?"
"It's weird cause my body's kinda well trained to automatically roll onto my back when I start weeing. Even mummy says she's seen me roll over in my sleep before I start sucking my thumb, which I always do if I sleep-pee. For some reason last night, I didn't."
Nikki felt a touch guilty then, but there was no way that she was ever going to tell Amy that she had held her in that position, watching and feeling it happen. "Maybe cause I was in bed with you? You know, it mighta made it harder for you to roll over?"
Amy shrugged, happy to put the entire incident out of her mind, especially after her embarrassing tears.
"Maybe. Whatever. Doesn't matter now."
By now, they had entered the schoolyard itself. Amy let go of Nikkis hand, gesturing with a shake of her head towards the girls room. "I'm going to the loo before class, wanna come?"
Nikki shook her head. "No thanks Ames. I'm going to see if I can hold all day without getting my nappy wet, then I'll use it after school, you know, if I don't wet myself by then."
Amy's eyes widened. "That's right! You gotta diaper on, don't you? Wow! I forgot. What's it like? Do you like it?" She whispered.
"It's kinda scary, but I like it. Actually, I love it!" Nikki giggled childishly. "I kinda wish I had my stockings on though, just in case my dress flys up, but meh, whatcha gonna do?"
"Good luck then Nik. See ya at lunchtime," and before she knew that she was going to, she leaned over and kissed Nikki lightly on the cheek, before scurrying away, blushing. "Jesus! Where did that come from," she muttered to herself.
If she had have looked back, she would've seen a stunned Nikki standing there, touching her cheek and smiling.
At lunch, Amy hurried to the toilet, only just making it in time. She pressed her hand into the padded crotch of the diaper that was laying open inside her bloomers, which had been pulled down to her knees, and decided it was okay to use again. There was a small, yellowish wet patch where she had leaked a little bit, but her nappy was definitely okay to keep using. After finishing up, and taping herself back in, she washed her hands, and found Nikki sitting alone, not eating.
"Where's ya lunch, mate?"
Nikki shrugged. "Don't have any. Mum usually makes me some sammiches or something, but I wasn't home last night."
"So? Why not buy something? Canteens open."
Nikki shuffled her feet, looking down. "Can't. Got no money on me. Mum only lets me buy lunch once a week, on Fridays. She gets paid Thursday," she explained.
Amy grabbed Nikki, dragging her roughly to her feet, spinning her around, and pushing her towards the canteen.
"You silly cow! Why didn't you say something? My mum coulda made you something! Here, I'm buying you a pie!"
Nikki shook her head at the money Amy was trying to pass her. "No thanks Amy. I can't take your money."
Amy rolled her pretty eyes in frustration. "A pies like what? Four bucks? Jesus Nik, let me get you one! Want sauce?"
Nikki felt embarrassed, but grateful. She WAS hungry.....
"Thanks Ames. I'll pay you back Friday. Promise. And yes. Sauce please."
Amy soon returned with not only two pies, but two slices of cake, and two juice boxes, and the girls found a spot alone at the side of the Grade 7 lunch area where they could talk without being overheard.
"So. How's the diaper?" Amy whispered, eliciting a giggle from her friend, who almost choked on her cake.
"Dry still. I kinda wanna go a bit now, but I also wanna just keep holding. See how long I can go for."
The nun on playground duty appeared, ringing her bell. Giving the signal that the enforced eating period was over, and the girls were now free to go and play.
Nikki jumped up. "Thanks again for lunch Ames, it was delish. I've got to go to the library. Kyra and me are doin a science project together, and I said I'd help her research."
"Good thing we studied our science so hard last night then," Amy replied sarcastically, slipping in a wink for good measure.
"See ya Ames," Nikki chirped, and bent over to kiss her friend on the forehead, before scurrying off.
They missed each other after school though. Amy went to the toilet, diaper still mostly dry, and wanting to keep it that way, at least until she got home. Sonia was picking her up, and they were going to the supermarket, then to the clothing store for a new pair of jeans for Amy, which of course she'd have to try on, so wetting herself wouldn't be a great option at that point.
Nikkis diaper was still dry too, but she was absolutely busting. It was now nearly 3pm, and she hadn't relieved her bladder since peeing on herself in the shower with Amy, nearly seven hours earlier. Since then, she had nearly drained her water bottle, drank the juice box that Amy had bought for her, and sipped a few times from the water fountains. During her last class of the day, she had been extremely distracted, fidgeting uncomfortably in her seat, her toes continually curling inside the grubby white socks that she had now worn for two days straight.
The young girl was being torn apart. She had to make a tough decision, and quickly. Wearing the diaper today, had been like totally awesome! She had been able to enjoy holding on, safe in the knowledge that if she did have an accident, and it was a big possibility it could happen, that she'd still be well protected.
But as the day had gone on, and her need to pee had increased, she had started wondering again about just what it would feel like to secretly wet herself openly and accidentally at school.
It was a reoccurring daydream she often had. If she was to ever suffer a potty accident at school, today was certainly the day to do it! She had often deliberately wet her panties at school, and that was one of her biggest thrills, but she was horrified by the thought of having a REAL accident, and peeing herself in front of the other children. Nikki honestly thought that she'd probably die of embarrassment if that were to happen.
But:
It would also be like super hot as well! She had fantasised for a long time about peeing in class one day. How she could maybe hitch her skirt up, slide her vajayjay forward, and discreetly pee straight through her panties onto the carpeted floor beneath her desk. If she did it slowly, and it soaked into the carpet it would be nice. No spreading puddle like on the cement in the playground, or on the vinyl in the labs, or the wooden floor in the gym. All of those places would just spread her shame around, but the carpet might not, especially if she only peed a little bit.......
She had experimented one day by deliberately dribbling a small amount from her drink bottle, and had shuddered when she'd seen what a big, ugly wet spot had appeared with just a splash of water! She could imagine what a larger amount of pee would show up like...
Nikki had even once tried to pee just a little bit in the library! She had thought one day how she could go down an aisle, get near people in the next aisle over, and do a quick squirt of pee onto the floor, then just walk out. But she chickened out when she saw the security cameras.
So, if she was ever to experience the thrill and excitement of wetting herself accidentally at school, then she should certainly do so today.
But:
She REALLY wanted to wear this diaper to bed tonight! Completely wetting herself last night in Amy's bed had been like totally off the planet! She desperately wanted to experience that again, but also to have the time and privacy to play with her "new toy" afterwards. She shivered as she imagined what fondling that special button would feel like inside a hot, wet, puffy diaper!
To save the diaper, she would need to visit the little girls room immediately after class, but then she would miss the first bus, making her later home. If she could make it to her bus stop, she could wet herself walking home through the park like she often did, but this time, she wouldn't be trying to sneak away to do it on a distant bench or patch of grass. She could just walk straight down the path, past the busy playground, wetting herself the whole way in front of all the unknowing witnesses. Then, it was only a short walk home in her deliciously wet nappy, but she'd be home before her mum and Troy, so she could "play" in her soggy didee in peace!
But:
While that would be just so freaking hot that the mere thought of it was making her pussy wet inside the still dry nappy, it meant no dry didee to wear to bed later.
ARGH!
Perhaps she could make it home dry? That would be the perfect solution. If she tried, but wet herself in the park walking home instead, it was still an okay outcome she supposed.
Just as the final bell sounded, she made up her mind. She would attempt to get home, and remain dry.
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Chapter 37:
Sue Jacobs felt lost. It was Tuesday, and she had the day off, so it should've been either a lazy, productive, busy, or at least interesting day, but instead, it was just flat, and boring. She just couldn't seem to get her mind around anything. Feeling too restless to just lounge around, she pottered around the house, doing little bits of housework, but there really wasn't much to do. With only her and Danny living there 90% of the time, the housework really wasn't too much, especially if you kept on top of it, like Sue did.
Danny's room was the only place that probably needed cleaning, and even that was basically acceptable, especially as it housed a young teenage boy with incontinence issues. But, just for the sake of doing something, she had decided to tidy it up anyway.
Walking in, the familiar smells wafted over her, and not just the ever so slight, lingering undertone of pee. After all, Danny was very well trained in opening his window to air it out. It was the other smells, the smell of her little boy. His shampoo, deodorant, and baby powder. The faintest aroma of a slightly sweaty shirt. The delicate touch of air freshener, the musty smell from his open wardrobe, his sheets. All of these things added up to the smell of her little boy. Plus the pee.
She missed him badly. He'd only been gone for one night, and he'd be back tomorrow, but she still wasn't used to his absence. It was only just lately that he'd started going to sleepovers, and they had just been one nighters, this whole two night, three day thing was the longest that he'd ever stayed away, apart from a couple of nights with his cousins. At least on those occasions he'd been with family who would look after him, including his "special needs." God, how she hated that term! It was difficult to equate her little boy with that description, but, she supposed that he was, in effect, a special needs child. That was what her and Pete had gone to great lengths to impress upon the staff at St Marks when they'd placed him there. She shuddered, imagining what Danny's reaction would be, if he had of heard himself being described like that.......
But apart from his bladder problems, he was a perfectly normal child. Maybe a little bit immature sometimes, but she could see him already growing out of that. These days he had mates, a girlfriend, a social life, and an attitude. Sue really hoped that he would lose the latter soon. She realised that every teenager, boy or girl, all went through surly, sullen periods, and it was all part of puberty and growing up. But it was just so out of character for her sweet, chubby faced little soldier, that she had raised from a pup. His recent bad attitude had tied in neatly with his increasing incontinence issues, and she guessed that her little bloke was using anger as a coping mechanism, which was fine in a way, as long as he controlled himself. But heaven help the little bugger if there was too much more rudeness, or a repeat of the smoking scenario. Her mind drifted across to what he might even possibly be getting up to with his girlfriend, but she pushed that quickly away. They were still only little kids for Gods sake!
Even though his sheets were dry and clean, she stripped his bed, including the mattress protector and plastic sheet. Might as well wash everything together. His footie pj's were in a crumpled ball in his bathroom, so she snared those, along with two pairs of socks, an old t-shirt, and his favourite black hoodie, which was draped over his chair. Picking it up, she smiled as his pacifier fell out onto the chair. She sat it on his desk, sighing softly as she thought about how cute he still looked in his sweet little pyjamas, his nappy poking out the top, sleeping soundly with his dummy in his mouth. Four or fourteen? It was hard to tell sometimes, but while she wanted him to grow up a bit occasionally, she really wasn't in too much of a hurry. She grinned when she remembered the stunned look on Peters face when he'd seen Dans newest pyjamas! She wondered if Danny would show his dad his pacifier? She doubted it, as it would no doubt lead to telling him about smoking.
In the laundry, she found herself holding Dans pyjama top to her nose, inhaling his fragrance, before dropping it sadly into the machine. The sight of his smaller, kid sized clothes with their brighter colours was depressing.
Back upstairs, she vacuumed, removed only a small mountain of plates and glasses, and opened his window. She cleaned his toilet, shower and sink, and straightened his Katy Perry poster, which was starting to peel away from the wall. Eventually, Sue went back downstairs. She had hoped that being in his room, smelling him, and handling his clothes, might make him seem closer to her, but instead, she missed him even more now. She even missed his attitude.
At least without him there she could smoke again, so she made a coffee and went outside to sit at the table while his washing went through. She worried about him. Had he wet the bed last night? Probably. Had he wet his pants? Hopefully not. Would his friends help and support him? She could only hope. If only she could ring him, just to make sure that he was okay, but she couldn't. She crushed out her cigarette, and took her cup back inside, wondering what on earth she could do next.
The idea of going to the gym crossed her mind. She hadn't been for ages, and she could easily do with a Zumba class or something. She had noticed that Danny's supply of Goodnights was running low. His grownup stuff was fine. Since she'd been ordering in bulk, online, he had heaps of them. But she still bought his little nappies from the supermarket. She smiled when she thought about how much he had liked the camouflage pull ups. For years, anything army or camo themed had appealed to him, and she knew that he had harboured dreams of joining the army and becoming a soldier. But, during one of his recent meltdowns, he had informed her that he had officially given up on that idea. Pissy-pants bed wetters don't join the army, apparently. She sighed, feeling a tear welling in her eye. It was sad because it was true. Realistically, her boy probably wouldn't get a chance to pursue a military career with his incontinence issues. While that certainly wasn't the end of the world, as a parent, it's hard when you can't help your kids to achieve their dreams. The sad part was, he didn't seem to have any clue as to what else he wanted to do when he grew up. Time was running out now. Next year, Grade 9, was when careers counsellors became involved, and courses were put into place to start working towards your future job, but Dan just didn't seem interested anymore. "Prolly just drive a truck or sumthin," he had grunted morosely the last time she had bought it up.
Screw it. She'd go to the gym, and grab him some more pull ups while she was out. Sue changed into yoga pants and a sleeveless top, made another coffee in her travel mug, collected her towel and water bottle, and headed off, deciding to stop at the shops first, before she got all sweaty at the gym. She timed her trip well, finishing her drink after she parked the car. Now a lot of women her age wouldn't dare go into a supermarket dressed like she was, but Sue had no qualms. She wasn't a model, and she might carry a few extra pounds, but basically, she was in good shape for her age. She even attracted a few glances at her tightly wrapped bottom on the way in, and that boosted her spirits. It didn't take long to find the pull ups, after all, she'd been buying them from that shop for years, which was one reason Danny didn't like going in there with her. Sue was friends with a few of the workers, and they had watched him growing up, and they knew the kiddie sleep pants were for him. She grabbed a Red Bull for the gym, and headed out.
Sue guzzled the energy drink in the car park, hoping it might give her the missing "zing" she was lacking, and it worked. Soon, she was in a 40 minute long aerobics class, sweating up a storm. She felt a sense of accomplishment when she finished, although she knew her legs would be sore tomorrow, and she arched her back, stretching it, as she drank deeply from her water bottle. She was wishing that she had of bought a change of clothes with her, then she could've showered, but home was only fifteen minutes away, no biggie.
Pausing by her car, she decided to have another smoke before driving off. Buying a small packet had seemed like a good idea yesterday, but she needed to finish them before the boy got home. Her promise to give up wasn't exactly going smoothly, and Danny didn't need to see any evidence of her indiscretions sitting around, especially if he was to start actively looking for her cigarettes. If there weren't any in the house, he couldn't take any, so she was determined to smoke them all before he returned.
But standing by her car was quickly making her cold now. Her body temperature was returning to normal after her exercise class, and the breeze was cool. She wondered if it was cold at the camp? Hopefully Danny had taken her advice and packed a jumper or two. He had begrudgingly agreed to take his onesie, so he may've listened to her regarding warm clothes as well. Here it was, Autumn, and the kid was packing shorts and t-shirts for a trip south! Madness.
Great. Now she needed to pee. The water, coffee, and energy drink had apparently started working its way through her. She could go back into the gym again, but she'd need to scan her card again, which was in her purse, which was in the trunk. She sighed, crushing her smoke out with a sneakered foot, and kept twisting her leg indecisively for a few seconds afterwards. Too much effort. She'd pee at home, probably in the shower.
As she drove, her need started to increase quickly, as all the fluids she'd consumed kept filtering through her. Stopped at a red light, she twisted uncomfortably in her seat, as a wave of desperation washed over her. She really wanted to squeeze her legs together, but her left foot was holding the clutch pedal in, and anyway, the light was about to change, so she couldn't. Once fourth gear had been selected, her hand found its way into her lap, and she pressed it into the sweaty lycra that was sitting tightly against her even sweatier underpants. The pressure against her pee hole definitely helped, but she had to keep changing gears, so she couldn't leave it there. Urgh! Another waved washed over her, and she could feel her vagina quivering every time she was fortunate enough to hold it.
Sues heart rate increased, and she broke out into a fresh film of sweat. There was no way that she was going to make it home now, and she knew it, cursing herself for not going back into the gym when she'd had the chance. Her mind started racing with every possible doomsday scenario. She would get a flat tyre. There would be an traffic accident. The accident would perhaps involve her. Traffic jam. Breathalyser test. Car jacking. Police chase. Alien invasion. The incredible number of bad things that could possibly delay her, or stop her, was mind blowing.
In the end, none of those bad things happened.
But she did suddenly sneeze without warning.
Sue was lucky at the roundabout, getting a clear space, and was feeling positive as she turned off the main road and into suburbia. Home, and relief, were only minutes away now. She couldn't afford to relax yet, but now there was hope. Shit. Even if she could just get out of the car at least, it would almost be a victory.
Then she sneezed.
Sues stomach muscles contracted, as did her abdomen, and her bladder muscles, forcing a hot jet of piss into her grey bikini cut panties, and ultimately into her grey lycra yoga pants.
"Shitfuck," she grunted, then sneezed again, and the wet spot blossomed larger. Forgetting about changing gears, she let the car rev, even swerving slightly, as she dug her spare hand into her lap.
Sucking in a quivering breath, she checked her mirror, glad no one was immediately behind her. She relaxed, breathed out, and took her hand away to change gears, when she sneezed again.
Sue glanced down in horror at her lap, seeing a salad plate sized wet patch slowly spreading from her crotch to her thighs, and in horror, realised that she was still slowly leaking this time. Grabbing her workout towel from the seat beside her, she wedged it firmly against her pulsating womanhood, clamping her thighs firmly into it, to hold it in place, and after a couple of seconds, the leaking stopped.
Her own bladder control had never quite recovered its former glory after Danny's birth, although with exercise, she had originally recovered nearly completely at first. But, as she got older, (considerably closer to 40 than 30 now,) her bladder muscles had gradually weakened. It was nothing as bad as her sons of course, but she couldn't always laugh, sneeze, cough, or jump, with the same confidence that she'd had before, and especially if her bladder was actually full. She was usually so aware of the possible consequences of letting herself get so full, she was mad at herself for doing it. It simply hadn't seemed so urgent then. Leaving the towel there in case of any further sneezing, she focused on getting home swiftly but safely, and she managed this about four minutes later.
Heaving a sigh of relief as the garage door slowly rumbled down behind the car, she waited for it to fully close before opening her door, and pulling the soggy towel from between her legs, dropping it from her thumb and forefinger onto the cement floor with a wet plop. The interior light showed her grey leggings wet across the front, just like Dans pants sometimes looked, with the warm wetness covering her mound, making her camel toe slightly visible, even through her sodden panties. It radiated out from her pussy in a dinner plate sized stain the embraced the upper inside portion of her thighs. But at least the sneezing had finally stopped.
She was surprised to find the damage to the seat was only minimal, just a tennis ball sized circle. She groped her bum with a probing hand, her bottom only slightly wet around her bum crack, where some wee must've trickled down, but her actual buttocks were dry. Apparently, the towel had sufficed as a reasonable impression of a diaper, absorbing a lot of her urine before it could coat her completely.
She'd clean the car later. Opening the trunk, she took out her purse, and the packet of pull ups.
"Huh. Wish I'd've of put one of you guys on," she said ironically to the diaper package.
The picture on the front showed a boy who only looked about nine, grinning as he sat on his bed in his pyjamas, no trace of pull up visible on his person. It was unlike the baby or toddler ones, that always showed a comfortably diapered youngster happily playing. Being discreet was a lot more important as you got older, she realised. She read the suggested weight range, immediately seeing it was much heavier that the little boy on the front, but probably lighter than what her own little boy now weighed. It's probably why they were leaking on him in bed. Even though they still physically fit him, he was too big for them. "And there's no way I'd even fit into you," she ruefully admitted to the pull ups. "Pity. Urgh!"
This last noise was bought on by another wave of desperation. Her sneezing had squeezed out her excess pee, but she still badly needed to go. Another sneeze or cough, and she'd probably pee everywhere.
Hurrying up the stairs, she paused briefly in her sons room to put his new camouflage pull ups in his secret hiding place in the closet. She usually restocked his diaper supply for him while he was out, taking them from the spare room and putting them in the plastic toy box in his closet. It saved him having to get them himself, and carry them around the house, causing him embarrassment if his dad was home. It was a silly, minor, "mum-type" thing that she had always done since he was a little boy, and because he'd never grown out of his sleep pants, she just kept doing it. These days, she was stocking the toy box with three varieties for him. She knew he was a bit shy about it, but he'd never asked her to stop doing it, so she hadn't.
Inside the box, was an adult pull up, and an adult tape up, which she removed briefly to put the Goodnights in. She flinched a bit, hissing through clenched teeth as her bladder clenched again, pleading for release. Standing as still as a statue, holding the adult products in one hand, she waited for it to pass, afraid to unclench her thighs again just yet. Yuck. Her pants were getting cold now.
"Mighta fitted into you," she absentmindedly admitted to the big nappies she was holding, and once she was confident enough to stand up straight again, she looked more closely at the big pull up. She stretched it open a couple of times, holding it against her waist, checking it for size. She knew it was a "small," but couldn't remember the actual size range that encompassed. But they fit her boy pretty well, so she doubted that they'd be a good fit on her, although she could probably squeeze herself into it if she tried.
The tape up however was a different story. The tapes gave more adjustability, and she'd had to help Danny with them on a few occasions at first, before he became accomplished at it. Danny was a little bit chubby around his belly, although he appeared to be steadily losing his puppy fat, and he still needed to do the tapes up quite a long way in.
She could definitely get one of those on properly.
She had often wondered what wearing a diaper would be like. When Danny was only wearing at night, the thought hadn't occurred to her, but since he'd started wearing during the day, she'd naturally thought about it quite a lot. Mostly, it was concern or worry about whether her boy could get away with it without exposing them. Then she worried about his hygiene, concerned about him getting rashes, and not keeping clean down there.
But since he'd switched to mostly using the big nappies, he'd admitted to her a few times that they were a lot safer, really comfortable, and he'd even freely told her that he used them deliberately sometimes, if he thought it would prevent a later accident. He had sometimes seemed almost happy to wear them, and that in itself had bothered her. Although eventually she judged these as just phases, and he swung between hating diapers, accepting them, liking them, and back to hating once more.
She wondered what her own opinion might be? She decided to find out.
Stepping into her sons bathroom, she ignored the toilet, kicking off her shoes without undoing the laces, which was one of Dans bad habits that always annoyed her. She slid down her wet pants and panties in one motion, using her socked foot to casually flick them into the shower recess. Digging a toe into the back of her socks, she dragged them off as well, regretting it immediately once her bare feet stood on the cool tiles.
Putting a nappy on Danny was easier than putting one on herself, but she had fourteen years of experience to draw upon, and it didn't take long to figure it out. She felt a strange sort of pride that she could fit into a small sized diaper! Supermodels, eat ya heart out!
She waddled like a duck back into Dans room, the unfamiliar feeling of thick padding between her legs making her walk funny at first. She had always imagined it would feel like wearing a sanitary pad in your knickers, but it was actually much more invasive than that, although strangely comfortable and secure feeling as well.
Hobbling to his mirror, she held her shirt up over her still not-too-fat belly, and admired her reflection. It looked weird, and it felt weird. Not bad. Just weird.
Sue had done enough internet research about diapers over the years to be well aware that a lot of people wore them for sexual pleasure, or pretending to be babies, and she thought that was EXTREMELY weird. In the back of her mind, she had wondered if perhaps Dan was growing up as one of those folk? She hoped not, but, at the end of the day, a diaper fetish wouldn't be the end of the world. Besides, her little guy was probably still learning about what made him tick, he'd be sure to go through even more experimental phases as he grew up. She was more concerned about the potential mischief he could get up to with Amy!
Her body flinched again, and she crossed her legs. She was about to lose all control and wet herself. Every fibre of instinct was screaming at her to turn around and take the few steps into the sanctuary of Danny's bathroom, but she resisted. Feeling like she really needed to know exactly what having a pee accident in a diaper was actually like, so she could fully relate to what her child was constantly dealing with. She gritted her teeth, trying to force herself to let go, and put her faith completely in the thick padding that was pressing seductively against her pee hole. Sue certainly wasn't a complete stranger when it came to wetting accidents, and she was well aware of how messy they could be, and it was hard for her to just trust the puffy pants to contain what was about to happen. Even though she had seen Dan walking around in thoroughly soaked nappies a lot, with his outer pants or sheets still dry, and she knew the sleep pants were effective, it was a lot harder to trust them the very first time she was using one herself.
"Mmmmmm," she bent sharply forward, straining hard to hold on, but trying not to cross her legs, or run away, she couldn't stop herself from gripping the crotch of her nappy tightly. "Uhhhh." A quick shiver, and suddenly she could feel a spreading warmth between her legs. "Ohhh. OH!" Her pussy seemed to spasm, and the dam finally broke wide open, and just like a child having an accident, her legs automatically spread wide open, she bent forward in silence to stare at her pants, and she squeezed her swelling nappy with her hand, feeling it growing larger and hotter as she held it.
From there, she couldn't stop. Her view alternated between watching her hand and nappy from above, to staring at her fidgeting reflection, seeing its legs wobble and its toes digging into the carpet. She peed like a racehorse for a few seconds, but forced herself to not try and stop it, wanting to see if the sleep pants would hold her full, adult sized bladders worth as easily as her child's. She continued wetting herself for over 20 seconds, luxuriating in the spreading warmth that now covered her genitals, watching in the mirror as the magic garment kept growing larger, changing colour from pristine white to pale yellow in the crotch, and it started to sag badly. Hastily she pulled it up tightly, and just as her stream turned into a trickle, then a drip, she pressed her hand firmly into the cloud again, and a single dribble escaped, slowly tracing a ticklish path to her knee, before 3 single drops fell onto the carpet. Pee on Danny's floor was a common occurrence, and the room was covered in tiny little stains. Her and Pete had often talked about perhaps replacing it with a hard floor, it just hadn't happened yet. She dragged her foot over the fresh drips, rubbing them in.
Collecting her soiled pants from his shower recess, she duck-waddled her way back downstairs on shaky legs, dropping the pants into the machine as she passed. She felt physically spent.
The gym class, the nervous drive home with its wet outcome, the unplanned for desperate hold, and the nervous tension of experimenting with a diaper had left her tired, but at least she no longer felt stressed out. She could certainly understand how her son could take at least a modicum of comfort from wearing these. Sue could only try to imagine what it must be like for Danny to be caught short in public, feeling a big accident about to overwhelm him, but being completely powerless to prevent it. It must be horrible. Way worse than just leaking a bit when you coughed or sneezed. The feeling of impending doom would be terrible, but after her experiment, she could certainly understand why he took some comfort in wearing a diaper, as it definitely would inspire the boy with more confidence. The reason that he and Amy sometimes allowed themselves their "pre-emptive" strikes definitely made more sense to her now.
As her pulse rate continued to gradually return to normal, she sighed, her earlier worry and anxiety now quickly dissipating. She really needed to have a shower, she told herself. But on her way back through the kitchen, she spied her smokes sitting on the bench where she'd left them, and she suddenly wanted one badly.
Knowing that her outside patio area was completely screened off and private didn't stop her from at first hesitating at the door, nervously sticking her head outside first to scan for witnesses. Not seeing any, she felt emboldened, and briskly stepped outside in nothing but her sleeveless workout top and her sagging diaper, and she crossed to the table, sitting in a chair with a wet, squelching sound, and felt a fresh wetness on her inner thigh. Looking down between her legs at her bare feet, she saw a couple of wet drops on the concrete beneath her chair, and resigned herself to the fact that sitting down had made her heavily saturated nappy leak a bit.
Ignoring it, she lit a cigarette with a shaking hand, and inhaled deeply, letting her lungs fill with smoke, and holding it in briefly, before exhaling it out like a dragon. As she relaxed and smoked, her spare hand found its way onto her diaper again, and she spread her legs to allow it better access. Sue smoked, relaxed, and prodded and squeezed at her nappy, pressing it firmly up against her sex, and rubbing it with increasing pressure.
"If only Pete were here," she mused. They could certainly have had some fun without the boy there, maybe doing "it" all over the house, just like they used to do back in the olden days, also known as B.C. Before children. Her rubbing increased in both pressure and intensity as she remembered.
She knew that her personal touch was working herself up, and she needed some release. Thinking about the waterproof vibrator that she kept in her bedside drawer, she smiled to herself, crushed out her butt, and hurried upstairs to get it. Pete had given it to her years ago, when he'd started to go away for work.
"Here honey," he'd said. "Something to remember me with while I'm away! Just don't get toooo attached to it."
She had named it "Plastic Pete," and it kept her sane while her husband was working.
Sue stood in front of her mirror, looking at her diapered reflection. Switching the sex toy on, she caressed her breasts with its vibrating tip, smiling as she saw her nipples getting hard, even through the sports bra that she was wearing. Uttering a soft groan, she ground her thighs firmly together, squeezing more pee from her sodden, sagging diaper, and feeling it trickling deliciously down her legs, making her stop, and wipe the pee away with her hand before it could reach the floor.
Sue hurried into her bathroom, only putting the buzzing toy down long enough to almost rip her shirt and bra off, and drop the heavy nappy onto the floor. She considered her thoughts as she waited impatiently for the shower to warm up before stepping in, Plastic Pete still buzzing merrily in her hand.
Before she could apply him to the part of her body that was already wet before she'd gotten in, she paused, feeling that it was necessary to understand her own thoughts before properly applying her little friend.
After careful consideration, and some internal debate, Sue decided that the actual diapers themselves didn't interest her in the slightest, nor did wetting herself, either deliberately or accidentally.
However, the feelings of naughtiness, safety, and security that a person could get from wearing and using one was very liberating, and a turn-on for that very reason. She had definitely enjoyed the freedom of just being able to let go at will, and the feeling of soft, spreading, puffy warmth against her sex had been divine! That's what had led her to start squeezing and pressing on her vagina with ever increasing vigour, and had led her to this very point. It wasn't actually the nappy or the wetting, but the physical feeling of being wet, and the childish naughtiness of just going potty in her pants that had started to arouse her.
Now, standing blissfully under the hot, running water, she felt like she could easily pee some more.
She delicately lowered her buzzing friend to the junction between her clit and her slit, and gently pressed it on, holding it firmly in place with a shiver. The buzzing pressure was heavenly, and she kept it there, stepping back out of the water to lay her forehead against the cool dry tiles on the opposite side of her shower, then she let go of her bladder, and pushed.
Hot urine spilled forth from her hidden opening, coating her fingers, and Plastic Pete with her bodies sticky waste water. It wasn't the first time that she'd ever gotten pee on her dildo, but it was the first time she'd ever done it on purpose, and it felt very, very good.
As she peed, she inserted the tip into her slippery cleft, gritting her teeth and squeezing her eyes tightly shut, as the pee trickled over her fingers, and the pink plastic shaft started pumping.
In less than a minute, she groaned aloud, dropping the vibrator onto the floor, as the biggest and best orgasm that she'd had in years pulsed through her, eventually sending her sliding almost bonelessly down the wall, to sit panting near the drain, Plastic Pete still buzzing happily away near her feet.
No longer stressed or tired, Sue allowed herself a slight grin of contentment. |
Chapter 38:
Amy stepped into the girls room, then pivoted straight back around and walked out again. There was a huge commotion going on inside, and it sounded like a couple of the year 9 girls were about to have a fight. She recognised at least one of the screaming voices, and that was enough to convince her that using the bathroom wasn't vitally important right now.
In essence, it wasn't. She had relieved herself before school, at morning recess, and then twice at lunchtime, making sure that she used the toilet after drinking her juice box, and in the two hours since, she had made sure to keep her water bottle usage to a minimum. Her current visit to the bathroom was merely an insurance policy, rather than a necessity. She really didn't need to go, and besides, her diaper was still nearly dry. Certainly not any worse than a bit damp in a small spot, and she was only going to change it because she had noticed at lunchtime, as she was taping herself back up just before the bell, that the top tapes were starting to wear out after being undone, and done up again, so many times. It wasn't often that Amy was able to successfully remain dry for so long. It was doable, but a lot of effort was required. Still, she felt proud.
Also, if she did forgo the bathroom, and hurry a bit, she might just be able to catch up with Nikki before she boarded her bus! She was dying to know if her best friend had wet herself yet! Walking swiftly but silently, she hurried away towards the bus stops.
Unfortunately though, she turned up just in time to see her friends back as she was boarding the bus. Sighing, and slumping her shoulders theatrically in a fine show of dramatic teenage exasperation, she turned instead towards where the parents waited in the pick up zone, and trudged towards her mothers idling car.
"Hey princess, how was school? What's the matter? You look upset," Sonia said, noticing straight away that she was cross about something. It was actually impossible not to notice.
Amy forced a smile, getting out of her frump just as easily as she had fallen into it. "Hi mum. Nothing really. Just tried to catch up with Nik, but I missed her."
Sonia laughed. "What? All day yesterday, all night last night, and all day today, and you still haven't finished gossiping with each other?"
"Shut up mum," Amy replied with a giggle, "just gonna say goodbye."
"Are you ready for the mall?" Sonia asked, putting the car into gear. Amy assured her that she was, and Sonia pulled out into the traffic.
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Nikki was fortunate to snare a seat on the bus. She held her bag on her lap as she slid into the window seat, then immediately started waving at Amy's retreating back, but Amy never turned around nor noticed. Another girl Nikki only vaguely knew, (Tara? Trisha? TAYLOR!) gave her a shy smile before sitting next to her, and Taylor's friend sat in the seat across the narrow aisle, and they resumed their animated conversation.
This suited Nikki just fine, as she had no interest at all in trying to maintain a polite conversation, or suffer through an uncomfortable silence. She was too focused on what was going on with her own body to be concerned with pretending to be interested in anything else at the moment. She pulled her old cell phone out, and kept it half hidden while she pretended to be playing with it, although she didn't have enough credit on it at the moment to even send a text, let alone log onto the internet. It was purely a read-only device, with nothing to read.
Nikki couldn't ever remember being so desperate before, although she knew of course that she had. The very fact that she hadn't wet herself yet was proof that she had been more desperate before, and quite often, if you actually collated the amount of times she'd pissed her pants accidentally while experimenting with her holding games. Not to mention the deliberate, just-for-fun-because-I-can wettings that she did. It's just those other accident memories don't truly relive the physical discomfort of holding on. Afterwards, you remember it as being easier, especially when the current state of your bladder is swollen and sore.
The bus went over a speed hump, and Nikki hissed in a sharp intake of breath and crossed her trembling legs, squeezing her thighs as tightly together as the thickly padded diaper separating them would allow.
("Oh God! This really isn't going to work.") Nikki came to that sad revelation as the bus rounded a roundabout, making her hold onto the seat in front with one hand, and hold her bag tightly against her lap with the other, and she dare not uncross her legs.
Suddenly, she leaked. Even with her thighs tightly crossed, she felt it oozing out. Nikki squinted her eyes and gritted her teeth, her whole body tensing, and the knuckles on her left hand, the one holding the seat in front, turned white.
"Nikki? It's Nikki, right? Are you okay?" Taylor was looking at her, concerned.
Blushing at having been discovered, Nikki forced a smile, letting go of her death grip on the seat, and sat back, trying to look relaxed, which wasn't easy considering the fact that she was currently wetting herself, and couldn't stop.
"Ah. Yeah," she replied, arching her back tightly as her bladders stream increased in strength, and she started peeing harder, completely without control into her padded underwear, "my back just cramped a bit, that's all."
Taylor looked concerned, and reached for the bag on Nikkis lap. "Ow! You poor thing. Here. Give me your bag while you stretch out."
Nikki clutched the bag even more tightly against her lap, feeling like the pressure being applied there was all that was stopping the warm spreading sensation she felt between her legs and around her bottom from suddenly becoming an uncontrollable flood, one that would easily escape the confines of her swiftly swelling diaper, and start running across the seat and floor towards the overly helpful girl beside her, all the while soaking her dress.
"No no no," Nikki replied, suddenly alarmed. "I'm good! Real good actually. Yep. Good."
As she spoke, she seemed to start peeing even harder, her full day of holding apparently having tired out her bladder muscles at last, and she was helpless to stop it.
"So THIS is what it feels like to wet yourself around the other kids," she mused silently, but managed to force another smile at Taylor, who eyed her weirdly for a second, before shrugging, and turning back to her conversation.
Nikki sighed, opening her legs up a bit, trying to give her urine every chance to get absorbed, hopefully preventing any leaks. She could feel hot wetness running all across her girlhood, and snaking its way down between the junction of both thighs, while the warm spot underneath her buttocks grew warmer, and soggier.
Luck was on her side at least slightly though. Taylor and her friend got off the bus two stops before Nikki did, and there was nobody sitting directly behind her or opposite her by then, so she was able to raise her bottom slightly, and pretend to smooth her dress out, allowing her to check for wetness, which she found.
Thankfully, it was only small. If her touch could be trusted, she had an egg sized wet spot on the back of her dress, but she knew from past experience that the tartan-inspired check pattern wouldn't highlight it at all. She had walked home before a lot wetter than this.
These grownup didees were amazing!
As the bus slowed for her stop, she stood up nervously, half expecting the saturated nappy to fall from her skinny hips with a wet PLOP! right onto the floor. It didn't though, and although it felt very swollen and puffed out between her legs, and a bit saggy under her bum, it actually held up very well.
She was glad that she hadn't undone the tapes since Amy had tightened them for her that morning. She grinned as she remembered standing with her legs spread, while Amy had sat on the bed, and adjusted the tapes one by one until the big nappy had fitted her properly, even cupping the crotch once to hold it firmly in place. That had been nice. Nikki didn't waste any time getting off the bus however, and she kept a waiting hand at the ready to try and grab at her diaper, should it begin to slide down as she walked.
Standing on the side of the road outside the park, Nikki looked around dejectedly. She wasn't sure how to feel. After all, she could now lay claim to having genuinely, accidentally wet herself at school. High school too. She had wet herself a few times accidentally at primary school, but this was her first real high school accident though. That was something to cross off the ol' bucket list at least. But now her diaper was ruined! She had really wanted to use it in bed that night. It was really disappointing in a way to wreck it like that, although she was sure that she'd look back on the experience more fondly later. Such a shame to use her last nappy like that.
Then, she had an idea.
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"We'll get your jeans first, then do a quick grocery shop," Sonia informed her daughter, choosing to ignore the accompanying eye-roll.
"Buy me a slurpee mummy?" Amy asked with a sly grin, looking out the corner of her eyes at her smiling mother.
"Why is it only ever 'mummy' when you want something?" Sonia asked in mock frustration. "AND I never heard the magic word either......"
"Oh please mother dearest, will you please bestow your meagre kindness on your youngest daughter?" Amy asked, fluttering her eyes over-dramatically, causing Sonia to snort with laughter.
"One of these days sweetie, I'm going to knock that sass out of you, you know?"
"Nah! You love me too much. Mummy." Amy replied, deliberately emphasising the last word with a snicker.
"Do you need to bring your bag?" Sonia asked, which was basically a euphemism for 'Do you need your nappy changed?' Amy was passed being upset by that question years ago, and she simply shook her head, and left her bag in the car.
The slurpee stand was just inside the door. "Just a medium one," Sonia insisted. "Better not drink too much before we try the pants on." Amy nodded, accepting the blue icy treat from the vendor, thanked her mum, then dutifully followed her into the depths of the mall.
Sue found a temporary quiet spot, and pulled her daughter briefly aside. "So do you want to go to the toilet before we shop, or did you actually go before leaving school like I asked you to?" Sonia enquired with a raised eyebrow.
Amy felt herself blanching a bit, and sheepishly lowered her eyes.
"I, uh, didn't go at school mum," she admitted, hurriedly stammering out her story about how the other, bigger kids were fighting in there before Sonia could have a chance to protest.
Her mother shook her head, looking grim. "I'm going to call them tomorrow. If they can't control the bigger kids, they should have a teacher or somebody patrolling after school. It's not fair on the younger ones like you girls, but especially you of all people! Never mind, but you had better go have a wee wee now, before we go shopping, eh?
Amy blushed, as a sudden realisation washed over her. "Oh mum, I can't!" Lowering her voice to a whisper, she explained, "I've gone to the loo like four times today at school. I noticed when I went last time, that my top tapes were only just holding on by then. If I undo 'em again now, I'll never get it done up again. I'll need a new one, and they're in the car....."
"You silly girl!" Sonia hissed. "Why on earth didn't you change the damn thing at lunchtime? When you noticed it?"
"I wasn't going in to change then, MUMMY," Amy hissed back louder, glaring at her mother disdainfully. "I was simply going in to use the toilet, you know? Like a grownup? Because I was still dry! Like I'm supposed to be?" A tear shimmered in the corner of her eye as her whisper grew in intensity. "Then I tried to after school, but couldn't, and I guess because I don't need to go now, I musta forgot about it, and......"
"SHHH!" Sonia hushed, even louder, and they became aware that they were starting to attract a few odd stares. "You're right sweetie. I'm sorry, I just wasn't seeing it from your view. I get it now. Chillax fam..."
Amy suddenly snorted. "MUM! Don't you ever, EVER, say stuff like 'chillax fam!'"
They smiled at each other, and Amy stepped across to give her mother a quick hug.
"Sorry mum,"
"Sorry honey, but quick. What do you want to do? Want to go back and fetch your bag?"
Amy really didn't want to do that.
"Nah. Come on mum, let's just go now, while I'm still dry."
"Wait Ames, what if you went to the toilet, you take your nappy off, and I'll get you some panties to try the jeans on with?"
Amy looked appalled. "No way mum! I'm not gonna walk from the bloody toilets to the shop with no underpants on under my skirt, so you can buy me new panties to wear, and I have to put them on, in the shop, with everyone wonderin' 'zactly why I'm not wearing any? Then I gotta make it through grocery shopping without a diaper on? Just panties? In the bloody shop? Uh-uh. No way." Crossing her arms, she looked cute, but defiant, and her mother grinned.
"Language, miss...." she warned. "But you're right, that was a bloody stupid idea, wasn't it?"
They both laughed, and headed directly towards the jeans shop, trying to get there while Amy was still dry.
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At least her phone was still good for telling the time. Nikki stood inside the park, slightly off to the side, and tried to surreptitiously grind her thighs together, squelching the wet padding of her special underpants firmly against her private area. It felt so good. Now she was finally standing up, she could feel even more pee inside her that could be expelled. The urgency was gone, and she was far from desperate, but she could still detect a certain heaviness in her bladder, and knew that not only was there still a bit left, her holding muscles felt tired. If that was even possible, she didn't know, but somehow they did.
Originally, upon first entering the park, feeling half elated about experiencing a real school wetting, but at the same time half deflated about spoiling her only good didee, she just decided that she was going to deliberately force her remaining pee from its hiding place into her already fullish diaper, but still walk through the park, regardless of any leaks that may occur. Just trust her diaper, and keep moving, hoping it didn't fail completely, or fall off her skinny hips with its growing weight while she walked.
That's when the idea really struck her properly.
Her only diaper, kids or adults, was now ruined, and who knew when she'd be able to get them again. The idea running around in her head had been simple:
:Use the diaper.
:To the maximum.
:Enjoy it:
:Regardless of the consequences.
While she thought, the slim girl still wearing the primary school outfit of green checked dress, white ankle socks and black t-bar shoes, bounced on the balls of her feet, testing to see if her nappy was likely to fall down. Although it felt thicker and heavier, the waist and legs bands still held well, and it didn't sag or leak. Even squeezing her thighs together tightly only forced a little bit out. Amy's years of diapering herself had obviously paid off.
Nikki grinned as the diaper held firm. The answer was so obvious. To get full use from her last diaper, she would poop in it. |
Chapter 39:
"The House Of Denim," as it was called, was still doing a brisk business, and although not crowded, it was certainly busy. Sonia and Amy were there because of the sale they had on. Because of her diapers, Amy was usually much more of a skirt-or-dress type of girl, but since she'd been going out with Danny, and he'd complimented her on her old jeans, telling her how pretty she looked, and assuring her that her nappy wasn't noticeable, she had wanted a new pair, and had started asking, sometimes almost begging for them. Of course she eventually wore Sonia down, and her mother had finally agreed when the sale came up. She just wanted a nice, loose fitting, baggy pair, for obvious reasons. Maybe bell bottoms.
She was distracted though. It was sort of annoying really. She still didn't need to pee, but ever since her mother had bought it up, Amy couldn't stop thinking about it. It was strangely worrying, because every day at this time, she either needed to wee, or her nappy was already wet, and even though she hadn't used the toilet after school, neither scenario currently applied. She was almost confident she would get through the fitting while staying dry, which was extremely important, because Sonia wouldn't let her try on pants if her diaper was wet.
"It's just not right, what would happen if you got wee on them?" she had explained, when reminding Amy to either pee or change straight after school.
But so far, so good. She still didn't really need to go. Well, not much. Maybe just a little bit. She hadn't needed to go at all until her damn mother had mentioned it! Since then, she couldn't stop thinking about it, and it was making her think she may soon need to go. Bloody hell mum. Still, there was heaps of time yet, even Amy could hold on for a while longer, but she'd still like to hurry, you know, like just in case?
Of course Sonia had her own ideas about what her daughter should get, and the bickering started. Amy wanted black or dark navy pants, and Sonia suggested some cute bib overalls, with three quarter length legs, in a washed and faded denim.
Amy actually liked them on sight, agreeing with her mother for once, but she had some serious reservations.
"Geez mum, I can't wear that. I mean, it's like nice and all, but lookit the colour! Imagine what a leak would look like in that!"
"God, Amy, you can't just wear baggy black or dresses all your life you know! You're right, anything bad might show, but you don't have to wear them to school or anything, just around the house. It'd be nice to see you wearing something different for a change. Look. I'll still get you your pants, but try these too. If you like them, I'll buy them as a bonus."
Amy didn't need much convincing. She had thought the shortie overalls were really cute when Sonia had pointed them out, and although Amy didn't usually do "cute" when it came to fashion, she had a sneaking suspicion that "Little" Danny might like her in them as well, next time they "played" together. If her mum was willing to buy them, then all the better.
Taking the bibs along with the bell bottoms that she had found, Amy found an empty dressing room. Unlike Nikki, she was wearing the senior school uniform, and her reflection showed her standing there in a white blouse, red tie, grey pleated skirt, white, knee length socks, and black t-bar shoes, looking every inch the Catholic schoolgirl that she indeed was. Although she knew technically what her size was, Amy always insisted on actually trying pants on first, as she was always concerned about whether or not her diaper would be visible. It put a whole new dimension on the old saying, "Does my bum look big in these?"
Amy sat on the little bench, and unbuckled her shoes, taking them off and kicking them underneath. Then, making sure that the curtain was closed properly, she unbuttoned her skirt, stepping out of it and hanging it from a hook. She didn't need to get the new jeans pulled up all the way to discover that they were a size too small.
"Mum, you there?" Amy asked the curtain.
"Yes honey?" a voice replied.
"These're too small. Can you get me the next size up please?" She passed them through the curtain, and Sonia took them from her.
While she waited, she kept looking at her reflection, while keeping one hand holding the hem of her blouse down, covering her bloomers and diaper. Not many kids would like someone opening the curtain and catching them in their underwear, and Amy was particularly cautious. Although she wore blue sports pants, or "bloomers," as the girls called them, her diaper bulge was extremely obvious, and it even poked out around her legs a bit. She noticed her reflection was wiggling its toes, and its socked feet kept jiggling, her body apparently more physically aware of her growing need to pee than what her mind was, even though she kept thinking about it almost constantly. She jumped a bit when a hand holding different jeans suddenly burst through the curtain behind her.
"Here princess, try these," her mother said.
Again Amy stepped into them, this time pulling them up with ease, doing up the zip and button, her shirt held up and out of the way while she pivoted her back towards the mirror and opened the curtain.
"Whatcha think mum?"
Sonia looked critically over Amy's shoulder at her reflection, then nodded. "They're good Ames! Can't see a thing."
"You sure?" Amy asked, unconvinced.
"Bend over for me," Sonia instructed, "stretch 'em out."
Amy did as she was told, bending at the waist low enough to grab at her shins. Sonia nodded again. Although she could tell her daughters bum looked a bit plumper than normal, she couldn't actually see the outline of the diaper at all, and so she gave her approval. "Very pretty. They're good. Now, try the overalls on."
Amy hesitated, hands ready to undo the waist button, but not moving.
"Well?" Sonia asked.
"Ah, well how about a little privacy here mum?"
Amazed, Sonia shook her head, almost in shock. "What? After all the times I see you......" she sighed, "never mind. Just hurry, ok?"
Amy bit back her own retort about how it was all her mothers idea to try the damn overalls on in the first place, and waited for the curtain to fall back before undoing her new jeans.
It was as she was pulling them down, that disaster struck.
Somehow, Amy's jeans snagged onto her bloomers, yanking at them violently, which in turn caught on her diaper. The sudden 'popping' noise was one she'd heard many times before, the sound of a diaper tape ripping away. She stepped out of the jeans that were puddled around her ankles, then lifted her blouse up, looking in dismay at her reflection, suddenly feeling a loss of tension around her tummy. The mirror confirmed her fear. Both top tapes had pulled clear, and her diapers waistband was hanging open over the top of her little shorts.
Amy pulled her shirt back down with a deep sigh, then opened the curtain a bit, sticking her head out through the gap.
"Mum?" Amy let out a questioning peep.
Sonia had wandered off, looking at a rack of specials, but like any mother, it only took a needy sound from her child to garner her attention.
"Yes baby, something wrong?"
"Can you, um, like come in for a sec?" Amy pleaded.
"Thought you wanted some privacy," her mother replied smugly, stepping in and drawing the curtain behind her. "What's up, buttercup?"
Amy pulled the front of her little blue shorts down a bit, showing Sonia what had happened.
"What am I going to do now mum? I can't go walking around like this! The bloody things gonna fall off me, and it'll leak for sure!"
Sonia held up her hand, palm out, to shut her daughter up, and give herself time to think. "Wait here," she said, closing the curtain as Amy pointed out that she couldn't bloody well go anywhere, could she?
Sonia returned a couple of minutes later, and sat herself down on the bench in front of Amy, who was standing awkwardly, one hand holding her diaper up inside her shorts, while her stockinged toes kept curling up across the carpet. The more she tried to stand still, the more she needed to pee. It was steadily getting worse now.
"Safety pins!" Sonia explained, showing Amy her acquisition. "I got them off the girl at the counter, told her your bra strap had just broke! Now, pull your pants down, and let me have a look at your nappy."
Amy blushed, but didn't have much choice. She still needed to try the bibs on, and then go shopping, and the way her urgency was starting to build, apparently the result of her icy drink filtering through to her damaged bladder, had left her recognising the fact that she was likely to be wetting herself very shortly. She desperately needed her diaper to be in a functioning condition should that happen.
"Stand still," Sonia instructed, as her daughters feet kept jiggling.
Amy blushed even deeper. "Please hurry mum. I think I need to pee."
Amy was holding the nappy in place with one hand on the front, the other on the back, trying hard not to flash her private area at her mum, and starting to bounce on her toes a bit. Sonia opened a safety pin, and put the other in her mouth, while she put a hand on Amy's waist, and guided her into the position where she wanted her to stand.
Amy suddenly squealed. Sonia had slipped her index finger into the leg guard, and rubbed it backwards across her bottom, taking the opportunity to check her daughters nappy for wetness.
"Jesus mum! What're you doing," she hissed.
"I thought you were wet," her mother replied without looking up, "but you're not, it's okay."
"Bloody hell mum! I coulda just told you that if you hadda asked!"
Sonia got the first pin in, then patted Amy's bottom to make her turn to the other side.
"Ames, hold your damn shirt up will you? I can't see what I'm doing. There. That's better. Now, open your legs up a bit for me sweetheart. Good."
Amy thought she could just about die when her mother cupped the crotch of her diaper, and pushed it firmly upwards, trying to force the tapes as close together as possible. She remembered how she had done the exact same thing to Nikki that morning, and how they had laughed and giggled about it, but it didn't seem anywhere as amusing now. Standing with her legs parted, and her mother holding her girlhood through the padding, Amy just wanted it to be over before she peed into her mothers hand! Her right foot lifted up, and rubbed nervously against her left calf, dragging her knee high sock down to her ankle.
"There! All done. That'll hold up until we get home," Sonia announced proudly, then without hesitation, she picked up Amy's bloomers and held them open for her to step into, pulling them up snugly over her freshly repaired diaper, then pulling her fallen sock back up into position again, dressing her like a toddler. Amy felt a bit embarrassed by this, but was more grateful for her mothers help than anything.
"Thanks mummy," she said softly. Then added a questioning "Mum?"
"Yes Amy?"
"Do you think I'll be able to, um, like, you know, ah, use it if I have to?"
Sonia had noticed the way Amy had been fidgeting around, and the way her toes kept curling up, and had correctly guessed that she was starting to build up towards a pee, which is why she had checked her for wetness before taping her up as firmly as she could.
"Yes honey, you should be okay, but try and hold on until you've tried the overalls on if you can."
Amy was relieved. She felt a lot better now, safe again, and protected. "I think I can mum, but let's hurry though, just in case."
This time, she didn't make any fuss about her mother staying in the room with her. Let's face it, if your mother checks your nappy by sticking her finger in it, then cups it, tapes you in it, then helps you put your pants and socks on, your modesty soon flies out the window.
She stepped into the overalls, but hitched them up carefully, then with Sonia's help, managed to get the bib straps over her shoulders, and slid the clips together against her ample breasts. Turning to the mirror, she squeaked with delight.
"That's great mum! I mean, it looks a bit stupid with my dumb school shirt and socks, but I like it! Can you, um, you know, like 'see' anything?"
Sonia glanced at her daughters behind. The bibs were even baggier than her new jeans, so her diaper was invisible. Admittedly the faded denim would prove unforgiving if her protection leaked, but you couldn't tell she was wearing it. Also, she thought Amy looked incredibly cute in them, although she would never actually use those words in her presence.
Sonia was quick to reassure her, "Not at all Ames. I really like them. It's nice to see you in something else for a change, instead of just baggy black.
Amy pivoted around in front of the mirror, trying to get a good look at her bottom, and Sonia was quick to notice how Amy's hand somehow randomly started tugging absently at her hip, and her socked feet didn't want to stay still.
"You need to do a wee, don't you?" Sonia whispered to her posing daughter.
"Huh? Ah, yeah, s'pose I do, a little bit? Thought I told you that...."
"I think you need to go more than just a little bit darling. Come on, hurry up and get changed.
Amy nodded sheepishly. Once again, she really hadn't noticed her need until her mummy had pointed it out to her. It was kinda 'barrassing how her mum could tell better than she herself could sometimes. But it was pointless arguing, because her mum had been right, Amy just hadn't noticed, until now.
Now she was aware of it, it seemed worse all of a sudden. It still wasn't urgent, and she was still in control, but at some point soon she would need to pee, it was only a matter of where.
Moving quickly, she unclipped her shoulder straps, and took of the bibs, roughly folding them and passing them to her mother to go with the jeans she wanted. Sonia sat on the bench, placing the folded garment at her side.
"Come here sweetie. If you're going to have an accident, I better double check those safety pins."
Amy agreed that that was a good idea, so she stepped across, and dropped her bloomers to her knees, and hoisted her blouse up to her navel, letting Sonia run an experts appraising eye over her diaper.
It was at that exact moment, that the curtain got pulled slightly back, and the young salesgirl stuck her head through, her jaw dropping at the sight of the teenager, standing in her socked feet, her little shorts around her knees, shirt held up high enough to see her belly button, as well as the jagged scar across her tummy, while her mother pinned her diaper onto her.
Amy screamed.
"OH! I'm sorry! Really! I thought it was empty!" The girl blushed, and yanked the curtain shut, and started stammering away to somebody out of sight. "S-sorry. Th-there's uh, someone in that one. Let's, uh, try this one, o-over here. S-sorry again," she called out loudly, as Amy jumped back, bending forward so quickly that in her haste to pull her blouse down, she almost tripped over her pulled down shorts.
"GET OUT!" Sonia shouted, as the sales girl whimpered another apology.
She jumped to her feet, hugging her little girl in close, and could feel her trembling in her arms. "Shh. Come on Amy, don't have a meltdown on me here, okay? Chillax fam....."
Amy let a sobbing breath escape, but managed a watery smile, "Told you not to say that, mummy," and she let herself relax in her mothers embrace for a second, before sniffing in a huge, snotty sounding nasal inhalation, and straightening up, finally managing to pull her bloomers back up, nearly, but not quite covering her baby pants.
"I am so going to complain," Sonia started, passing Amy a tissue that she'd scavenged from her purse, and the girl blew her nose loudly into it before speaking.
"No mum, please don't. Let's just go, ok? Screw the pants. We were in here a long time, it's no wonder they thought it was empty. Please don't make a scene, just let me get out of here? Please?"
Sonia eyed her daughter, feeling extremely deep empathy for her. She couldn't begin to imagine just how humiliated Amy must be feeling right now. She wanted to somehow make it better for her little girl.
"You go, Ames. It was only that one girl who saw you, so just go. Walk straight out. I'm going to pay for these clothes, you looked too damn pretty in them for me not to buy them! And don't worry, I won't make a scene."
"Promise?"
"Pinky promise?" Sonia replied, and they latched their pinky fingers tightly together, in a tradition that they'd done ever since Amy was a toddler.
Amy put her skirt and shoes back on, grinned nervously at her mother, then quickly pulled the curtain back, bowed her head, and scurried from the store without making eye contact with anyone, her embarrassment only growing as she brushed a tear from her cheek on the way out. Sonia's heart fell. It just wasn't fair for a kid to go through shit like this. It's bad enough Amy being incontinent, without dealing with public humiliation as well. Sonia hoped that she would be able to keep her promise about not making a scene as she almost marched towards the checkout.
As it worked out, the girl responsible for barging in on them saw Sonia coming, and suddenly realised that it was her break time, and she vanished like a puff of smoke into the storeroom. Sonia kept her promise, not saying a word about the incident to the senior lady who served her. After all, what would it accomplish? What was seen couldn't be unseen, and besides, judging by the way that Amy was bobbing up and down as she waited uncomfortably in the mall, Sonia wanted to get her away quickly.
"How bad is it?" Sonia asked Amy, as they started walking.
"Not too bad yet. Thanks for not making a big scene, mum."
"Meh," Sonia replied, feeling a bit disappointed with herself that she hadn't made a scene. "What do you want to do? Go to the toilet first, then go back to the car for your bag, or get your bag first?"
Amy grabbed her mothers arm, halting her progress, looking around anxiously to make sure they were alone, or at least as alone as you can be in a busy mall.
"Can I just do a pre-emptive strike instead please mummy?" Her pale blue but red-rimmed eyes looked almost pleadingly at Sonia.
Sonia huffed. "Why, Ames? It's not necessary. The girls room is just up there."
Amy looked dejected. "Yeah. I know. S'pose I just don't kinda feel like dealing with it now I guess. After that bitch stuck..."
"Amy...." Sonia warned.
"Sorry mum. That girl stuck her head in, I kinda just wanna forget about it now. I mean, I've gone all day dry, no, I know my bed was wet, but since then I mean. I haven't hadda accident like all day, and stuff like this still happens. Don't know why I even bother trying anymore," and she sniffed loudly again.
"But why not go to the toilet?" Sonia persisted, "it's just up there."
"Cause then I won't get my pants back on again properly, and I'll haveta go alllll the way back to the car, get my bag, walk allll the way back in, go back to the bathroom, put a new one on, really mum, I can't be bothered. Just let me pre-empt it, while I can control it.
"All right Amy. It's up to you. You're the one who has to sit in it on the way home. But not here. Let's get into the shop where it's less obvious."
"Thanks mummy," Amy said, sounding relieved, and she kissed Sonia's cheek.
It probably sounded like a strange request, but Sonia understood her daughter better than most. Amy had again been humiliated because of her diapers. It had happened before, and would no doubt happen again. Any pride she might've had with staying dry all day, had been completely dashed by the careless salesgirl. Amy was thinking along the lines of "keeping it dry doesn't count anymore, might as well just use it." Then there was the control factor. Amy always got a feeling of taking control of her own body again when she could be the one to choose when to use her nappy. Yes, she could also choose to use the toilet, but it was the nappy that was causing her grief at the moment, and choosing to use it probably just felt right to her. There was also a fair bit of regulation teenage laziness involved as well, with another trip to the car needed if she took her diaper off, and that was not only effort, but time. All Amy wanted to do now was go home. Shopping had lost its attractiveness to her, and if peeing in her diaper was going to get her out of there 20 minutes sooner, then she'd rather do that. It also didn't hurt that she actually liked the feeling of a wet diaper when she got stressed sometimes, which was a little fact that had surprised Sonia when she'd first heard it. Still, she could understand it in a way. It must make her feel more normal sometimes. Not normal by others standards of course, but normal for her. If it was going to make Amy feel better, then it couldn't do any harm. After all, it was only going to be just one more wet diaper in the grand scheme of things.
Grabbing a trolley, mother and daughter started their rounds, with Sonia keeping a close eye on her daughter, trying to pick the moment when she would decide to start wetting herself. Sonia knew from experience that her daughter was quite adept at peeing while she walked, but also would stand still and let go, depending on how much control she felt she had. It was a strange feeling walking around waiting for your child to finish wetting her pants, but something she had gotten used to over the years.
She just hadn't expected it to still be happening when Amy was fourteen.
Amy appeared a bit sullen, and was apparently still sulking a bit. To the casual observer however, that would be all they'd notice. Her ever increasing need to urinate was virtually undetectable to anyone who couldn't read the tell tale signs like Sonia could. The way Amy occasionally tugged at her skirt, or how she sometimes rubbed her thighs together, or bounced on her toes almost impatiently whenever they stopped in the aisle, these were the clues that Sonia could easily read.
As they walked through the toy aisle, heading for the dairy section, something caught the young girls eye, and she paused, before uttering a small shriek of pure delight, grabbing a toy off the shelf and almost running towards Sonia.
"Mum! MUM! Wait! Check this out!"
Sonia paused, turning to see what the fuss was about, and was confused by Amy's sudden change of mood. She was grinning broadly as she ran up, waving a plush toy in the air. "Mum! You gotta see this....."
Taking the offered plushy, which was about a foot tall, Sonia was bemused as to what the fuss was about. Although the toy looked vaguely familiar, she certainly didn't recognise it at all. It was a young boy, perhaps about ten, although it's hard to tell with plushies, and he was dressed in little camouflage shorts and shirt. He had a serious expression on his pudgy face, that was framed by a mop of shaggy brown hair. She turned it over in her hand, trying to find some identifying mark or symbol on it. It did look like somebody....
"It's Danny!" Amy squeaked with delight. "Can't you see? It looks just like a little version of him!"
Sonia chuckled, suddenly seeing the resemblance clearly for the first time.
"Oh yeah? I suppose it kinda does look a bit like him, I guess."
"It's exactly like him!" Amy insisted. "I'm going to buy him," she announced proudly.
"Aren't you getting a bit big for soft toys?" Sonia suggested mildly.
"He's not a toy. It's a little Danny, and that's different," she argued. "I'm gonna buy him!"
"How much?"
Amy checked the price tag. "Fifteen dollars, that's all. Not much."
"Fifteen bucks? That's like nearly a weeks pocket money, young lady."
Amy was stubborn. "Don't care. I'm gonna buy him."
She stuffed the toy under her arm, and followed her mother down the aisle.
"Mummy?"
"Yes honey?"
"Can I borrow fifteen bucks?"
She only just managed to avoid Sonia's swiping hand, as it lunged at her bottom, and they both laughed.
"Fine! I'll buy it for you! But it's coming out of next weeks allowance, deal?"
"Deal!" Amy replied happily, but they both knew that she would still get her full allowance next week as usual.
To Sonia, seeing her little girl start laughing and smiling again was worth it. She might spoil her a bit sometimes, but they only had each other, and it wasn't like she couldn't afford to treat her daughter occasionally.
A few minutes later, Sonia paused at the end of an aisle and looked back. Amy was standing very still, studying the array of spices with apparent interest, oblivious to the world around her.
As Sonia watched, Amy lifted her new toy up to her chest and hugged it, and her feet pivoted ever so slightly, moving her legs a bit further apart. She squinted her eyes a bit, when her free hand, the one not holding the Danny-doll, suddenly lifted up, and she placed her left thumb in her mouth, and started gnawing anxiously at her thumbnail.
Sonia glanced around nervously. Amy had timed it well, and they were currently alone in the aisle.
She only hoped it would stay that way until her child had finished wetting herself.
Oh God. She looked so young and defenceless, standing there in her school uniform, her shirt becoming untucked, one sock hanging down, chewing on her thumb and cuddling her toy while she went potty in her special pants.
When Amy finished, she gingerly squeezed her thighs together, then looked down at the floor for drops, and looked up smiling when she didn't discover any. She looked a lot more happy and relieved, a big smile on her young face as she walked towards her mother, waddling a bit on the first couple of steps.
"I think my bloomers have gotta bit wet," she admitted without emotion, as if she was commenting on the weather
Even though she was fourteen, Sonia thought that she was still a cutie, and was kind of relieved that she was, in effect, sometimes very much still a little girl.
Edited September 8, 2017 by Barry
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Chapter 40:
WARNING: MESSING CONTENT.
Nikki decided on her plan of attack. She still had at least an hour before her brother was due home, so she didn't need to rush, at least not too much. If she could get home and into the shower within the next 35-40 minutes, she could still take her dirty diaper down to the trash, and be sitting at the table doing her homework when he walked in.
She could easily make herself pee again, that wouldn't be hard at all. Although she had lost at least three quarters of her bladders contents into her nappy, there was still some left, and now she was standing again, the warm heaviness of the diaper around her private bits and between her legs only accentuated her ability to just let go. Her holding muscles were exhausted anyway, so she would more than likely be having another accident eventually if she didn't finish emptying herself on purpose.
The problem, if you could call it that, is she didn't particularly need to do a poo yet. She normally went every day within an hour or so of getting home, so she was sure that she could manage to do it, although she may have to force it a bit.
First things first. She was looking forward to being able to wet herself as she walked through the park. Even though she often did this in her panties, she always made sure to either walk away from everyone and stick to the grass, or use a particular bench that was set down near the barbecue area, but away from the main path. Today, she would tinkle in her special pants while she walked past the mothers watching their progeny play in the playground, and the couples picnicking on the lawns. The boys and girls at the skate ramp wouldn't stop her, nor would the joggers on the paths. Today, she would pee with freedom, and if her didee leaked, then fuck it!
First, she stood off to the side, and waited until she was alone, then she quickly slid both hands under her short school dress, grabbed hold of both sides of her sagging nappy, and gave it a sharp tug up, exposing it for a second to anyone who may have brought watching her. It didn't really budge much, but the hot, wet, swollen crotch squashed itself tightly against her rude bits, and it made her feel kinda squirmy inside.
Nikki started walking slowly, making a pretence of studying her phone, as if it was showing her something to concentrate on. As she headed towards the playground, she consciously relaxed her bladder, and even pushed a bit, relishing the fresh, instant warmth that pooled briefly underneath her sex before being absorbed. Instinct made her stop pushing, and she almost had to concentrate to start the flow again. It takes a bit of practice to comfortably pee while you walk, but Nikki had practiced a lot, and she was soon able to produce a slow but steady trickle that occasionally tickled her upper thighs as she attempted to walk without hobbling, almost succeeding perfectly.
As she peed, her body relaxed even more, and she was soon losing control once more. Her tired, overwhelmed holding muscles apparently giving in, and although her quantity of pent up urine wasn't enough to normally put too much of a strain on her body, because she'd forced it a bit, once the flow started, it couldn't be contained. As she approached the playground, she realised that she was starting to duck-walk a bit, automatically spreading her thighs as she walked, letting her wee splatter almost silently into the front of her swelling nappy, and she had to make an effort to close her legs a bit, which forced a trickle from her padding down her left leg, being safely captured by her white ankle sock before it could drip onto the cement path. Nikki didn't look down or alter her stride too much, but did allow herself a brief tightening of her legs while she walked, momentarily brushing both her thighs and calves together, wiping the errant pee track into oblivion, hopefully making it invisible. She hit the point of total loss of control just as she reached the playground, and she shivered as her bladder let go entirely, simultaneously flooding and overwhelming her diaper, and feeling fresh trickles on both her legs. Nikki forced herself to stop, overriding her natural inclination to run away and stand on the grass, as a few drops started falling from beneath her dress, and more dripped from her bony knees, splattering onto the cement between her shoes, while her socks darkened on the inside of her legs. All of the mothers watching their children were seated on benches on the other side of the playground, and only a couple gave Nikki a cursory glance, immediately recognising her as only a young schoolgirl, and therefore not a threat to them or their children.
If they had of been closer of course, they would have seen the pattering drips falling from beneath her dress, and no doubt noticed the small puddle forming between her feet, and seen her grubby white socks becoming see through around her inner ankles, but they weren't, so she got away with it.
Nikki had been forced to halt while she wet herself. Past experiences had taught her that if she tried to walk with pee running down her legs, it would end up messy, and her dress would end up with a wet patch on the front. On more than one occasion, she had walked home from the park either holding her bag awkwardly in front of her lap, or with her jumper tied around her waist to hide her wet bottom. She had stopped, enjoying the feeling of complete helplessness that wetting yourself in public always brings, then allowed herself only a quick appraisal of the wet spot on the ground before hurriedly walking off, her wet thighs grinding deliciously together, almost squeaking with wet friction as she sashayed away.
Nikkis breath was coming in short, hot spurts. Her pulse and heart rate were up, and a fine sheen of sweat covered her forehead and back. A trickle of sweat tickled her spine as it ran down, disappearing into the rear waistband of her heavy diaper. She only glanced back once at the small puddle on the path, the wet squelching she felt between her legs a stark reminder of what had caused it, and while she longed to stay with it, perhaps drag her shoe through it and spread it around a bit, she knew that being caught near it would only be alerting whoever saw it to the fact that she had gone potty in her pants like a little kid.
Moving off the path without looking back, Nikki crossed the grass, heading towards a clump of trees and bushes near the side fence. She often went behind there to smoke, and she figured that if she could smoke there, then she should be able to poop in her diaper there just as easily. Besides, she had one smoke left in her bag, so this was the opportune time to smoke it.
Pausing briefly, and looking back over her shoulder to make sure she wasn't being watched or followed, Nikki stepped around a half fallen tree, and disappeared into the masking confines of the shrubbery, smiling to herself as another drip fell onto the back of her calf as she jumped over a branch. There was just something so naughty and spiritually freeing about doing tinkles in your pants in public!
Squatting down on her haunches, Nikki rummaged through her bag, taking her last cigarette from her pencil case. She had been planning on saving it until later, but, with her last didee now ruined, she figured that she may as well go out with a bang and smoke it as well.
Still hunched over, squatting down out of sight, she held her lighter to the tip, and inhaled the smoke deeply, with the practice of a seasoned smoker, exhaling through her nostrils like a dragon. Making sure that no one could see her, she slid her dress up higher. It was already stretched across her thighs, but she slid it up even higher, exposing her soggy diaper at the front. She took another drag, then lowered her head, looking directly up her dress at the swollen, discoloured nappy she wore underneath. Holding her cigarette in her left hand, she lowered her right hand between her legs, and watched in awe as she squashed it, simultaneously pushing it firmly against her sex, and squeezing it so tightly that a fresh stream of yellow looking pee ran from her leg guards, making a tiny muddy patch on the soft brown earth between her shoes. She quickly slipped her probing index finger past the leg elastic, and rubbed it across her pee covered slit, feeling a different texture to the moisture that coated her sex.
She bore down on her bowel muscles, groaning silently with intent, as she pushed hard, and was rewarded with a sense of something shifting inside her, and a tiny fart squeaked out, making her giggle. Pushing again, and another jet of pee shot out, and Nikki felt her anus trembling a bit, as something large seemed to position itself inside her.
Nikki took another drag on her cigarette with a shaking hand, and pushed again, watching as a fresh drip of yellow water appeared dangling from her leg guard, and she wiped it with her finger, bringing it up to her nose so as to inhale the acrid, sour smell of long pent up pee.
Urgh. Almost. It was almost crowning now, but it wouldn't break free. Her cigarette was almost finished, and the backs of her thighs and calves were starting to cry out in protest, so she stumbled forward a bit, and fell to her knees, her feet splayed out behind her in a wide V.
Leaning forward, her knees and palms in the soft dirt, she strained again, and although she could feel it about to emerge, it stubbornly refused to budge. She stubbed out her cigarette, and staggered to her feet, sweating and shaking. Her tummy and bottom were hurting a bit, one from the strain, the other from its close-but-still-undelivered cargo.
Nikki didn't like staying in the bushes for too long. If someone had seen her going in, they might eventually come and check on her, and she had no real valid reason to be playing there. If anyone did barge in, the wet dirt and cigarette butt would be incriminating evidence, so she decided to abandon her private playground.
Stepping back into the park proper, she winced uncomfortably, her tummy rumbling in protest. It seemed like now she had started pushing, her body had finally agreed on coming to the party at last, and was now ready to expel some waste. Nikki made a beeline for a wooden bench that had no backrest on it, and was situated off the path, under the shade of a huge gum tree.
Nikki sat on the bench, trying to look casual. She pulled her phone out, and pretended to be deep in thought while apparently reading and texting, but she leaned forward, and scooted her bottom backwards until it hung over the back of the bench. She had made sure that she was not sitting on her dress, and it hung down behind her, while the painted wood was cold on the backs of her thighs.
Now she was sitting as she normally would do on the toilet, she felt her intestines lurch a bit, and her poop, which had been teased and promised with release but so far had that release withheld, surged forward with a fresh determination, and started to slide out.
Nikki had kind of been hoping her yuck might be a bit softer, just maybe exploding out in a quick rush, but it appeared that it was going to come out in a more solid log form, and there was nothing at all she could do about it now except push.
So she did.
Nikki held her breath, gritted her teeth, and pushed, as a bead of sweat ran down her cheek, and her knees started jiggling with the strain. She looked up from her phone to examine her immediate surroundings, praying that nobody would be approaching her, and was relieved to find that was the case.
Hnnnnn! She pushed again, and something that felt large, slimy, and snake-like suddenly emerged from her bottom, and continued growing in size, hitting the already wet padding in the back of her nappy, and forcing its way down and around, seemingly growing to an unbelievable size before she felt something snap, then a very wet and messy feeling fart erupted from her, splattering the back of her diaper with an unimaginable mess.
Nikki realised that she was shaking, and a fine film of sweat was covering her entire body. Her legs felt week, and her hands were trembling. She was breathing as if she'd just been chased for a mile, and her ears were buzzing, as if she could hear her own pulse coursing through her veins.
Looking around, she took in her surroundings. The mothers at the park were gossiping amongst themselves while the little kids played noisily in the playground, while the big kids thrashed their bikes, boards and scooters at the skate ramp. Some people were exercising their dogs, a couple were having a picnic, and across the other side a yoga class was in full swing. The late afternoon autumn sun was still warm, and the slightest of breezes whispered through the tree above, stirring up the faintest of foul odours with it.
"Oh. My. God. I've just shit my pants!" Nikki told herself, shocked. "Not just a little, but a lot. In the fucking park as well! What the absolute fuck was I thinking?"
Her bottom felt very itchy, and she yearned to scratch it, but couldn't. It seemed surreal to be sitting there in a filthy nappy, watching others going about their day without a care in the world.
Naughty, but very exciting.
Her guts suddenly clenched again, and before she knew it was going to happen, she broke wind again, and more yuck spewed out, but this time, she knew it was finally over.
Nikki gathered her bag, then held her dress up at the back, and slid her diapered rear end across the seat, feeling the mess inside get squashed everywhere, including up between her legs and over her vagina. She stood up, and her entire diaper sagged low on her hips, and her legs, bottom and girl parts all felt itchy and slimy as she walked away, hoping that her nappy would contain it all, amazed at how it felt like it was completely coating her around the waist. As she started the short walk back to her apartment block, Nikki was uncomfortably aware of the fact that she could smell herself, which meant others could as well.
Walking in through the gate, her blood froze when she heard her name being called out.
"Hey Nik, wait up!"
Turning slowly, and with dread, she saw her brother Troy jogging towards her.
"Hey bro, what's up?" Nikki said, trying her best to sound casual.
"Got outta class early," he explained with a grin. "Suits me, I'm going to see Cassie later. Hey, aren't you a bit late?"
"I, uh, stopped in the park," she stammered.
A serious look crossed Troy's eyes. "You haven't been smoking again, have you Nikki? I told you last time, I'm gonna tell mum on you if I catch you again!"
"Don't be a friggin' dickhead Troy!" Nikki snapped angrily. "Toldya last time I wasn't gonna do that anymore!"
Troy grabbed her by her skinny forearm, and dragged her a step closer, lowering his face to her shoulder, and inhaling deeply.
Snifffffff...."Why do you smell like...." sniff, "Jesus Nikki! You smell like shit! Are you alright? Have you shit your pants?"
The bottom fell out of Nikkis stomach. If she hadn't already peed, she would've wet herself with fright. The game was up, all over. She felt her face glowing crimson red, and tears sprang unhindered from her big grey eyes. She was so panicked, that she even forgot at first that she was wearing a nappy, which was lucky. She was on the verge of a confess-everything personal meltdown, and was about to admit to everything. It was just luck that she worded things the way she did, and Troy's concern kicked in early enough that he didn't ask many questions.
Nikki nodded her head, at first afraid to speak. Her bottom lip was trembling, tears flowed freely down her face, and a small bubble of snot blossomed beneath her nose. Her hands and knees were filthy, and her clothes which she'd worn for two days straight were covered in spots and stains. She smelt like poop, and looked about nine years old right then.
"I did Troy. I pooed myself in the park....."
Troy loosened his grip on her arm, and gently turned her towards the stairs to their apartment. "Oh Nik-monster. What happened? Are you sick or something?"
Click. It was as simple as that. As soon as Nikki heard her brother switching from suspicion to concern, she knew she was safe. It was only then that she remembered that she was wearing a diaper! Until then, her whole world had revolved around Troy discovering that she'd messed herself, and she had just automatically assumed that he must've somehow known that she'd done it in her diaper on purpose! But no, not only didn't he know about the diaper, (duh) he assumed it was an accident! He appeared to have already forgotten the smell of smoke on her dress, and if she was careful, she could get away with everything....
"Don't think so. I just knelt down to get my phone out of my bag, and I kinda popped off, but I pooed at the same time. It's horrible Troy."
He rubbed her back gently, in a consoling gesture as they approached the stairs, giving her an encouraging smile.
"You did the old shart, did you?"
Although she knew, Nikki wanted to keep him talking, so that she wouldn't have too.
"A shart? What's that?"
Troy laughed softly, trying to cheer her up. "It's when you shit and fart at the same time. Happens to everyone at least once!"
"Has it happened to you?" Nikki asked shyly, hoping to get him talking about himself and not her. For obvious reasons, she paused at the base of the stairs, letting Troy walk in front.
"Happened to me once" he said as he walked up, but she wasn't really listening by then. She was just so relieved that he thought it was just an accident.
"I'm going to have to tell mum, you know?"
"What? Why?" Nikki was bewildered by his sudden statement.
"You might be sick, Nik. Hey! That rhymes! But you might have a stomach bug or something. The old girl will want to take you to the docs." He unlocked the door and led his smelly little sister inside.
"Don't say nothing Troy. It's embarrassing enough that you know. I don't feel sick at all, and I haven't even had the runs or nothing till now, so don't say nothin'"
Troy looked slyly at his sister. "Maybe I won't. If you do something for me first?"
Instantly suspicious, and anxious to shower, Nikki fidgeted around, her bottom and vagina itchy, and poo being constantly smeared across her bottom and legs, making the smell constantly worse.
"What do you want, Troy?"
He lunged towards her, slapping her upper arm hard enough to make her squeal with surprise and mild pain. He'd pulled his swing, but it still stung.
"I want you to stop smoking Nikki! I mean it. Even under the shit smell I can smell it. I toldya before what I'd do if I ever catch you again, and I will, but I'll tell mum first, and my punishment will be mild compared to hers!"
Fresh tears sprang to her eyes, and she glared at him, rubbing her arm furiously, but she couldn't say much. He knew she'd been smoking, but couldn't prove it. He knew she'd had a major potty accident, but thought that's all it was, and he was unaware of the diaper she was wearing. All things considered, a slap on the arm from her concerned big brother was a pretty light penalty.
"Yes Troy," she mumbled.
He grinned, then leaned in and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Good girl. Listen, I won't tell mum, especially if you promise not to smoke, ok?"
She nodded.
"Now I'm going to lock myself in my room while you do whatever you need to clean up. You're going to need a shower Nik. Take a plastic bag to throw your underpants in, then throw the bag out. If you've got anything on your dress, you'll either have to tell mum, or clean it yourself, dig?"
She nodded again, and waited for him to close his door before she could start.
The clean up was unpleasant to say the least. Because her diaper was so full, she had to empty it out into the toilet first, spilling some on the floor, getting it all over her hands, and all over the toilet seat. After dry wiping as best she could, she flushed the toilet, then opened the door and yelled "TROY! Don't you dare come out of your room, or I'll friggin' kill ya!"
Leaving her dress crumpled up on the toilet floor, miraculously free of poop stains as it was, but wouldn't be if she picked it up, she ran from the toilet to the bathroom wearing just her socks and a singlet, carrying a dirty nappy in a tied up plastic bag, with obvious stains still coating her legs, bare bottom, and exposed private bits. She tried to hold the diaper bag in front of her as she ran. She was able to pull her socks off by standing on them, and she had to wash her hands to get her singlet off unscathed
Stepping gratefully under the shower, she even dry heaved a couple of times, the drying poop on her legs disgusting her.
But as she washed herself, her feelings changed to excitement, and she soaped herself up very well, and quite vigorously as she remembered what it was like to poo herself in the park. |
I've missed Danny!
Chapter 41:
After lunch, the teachers organised games of dodgeball, which was no mean feat considering the amount of kids that they had to control. It was very raucous, with a lot of yelling and screaming involved, and eventually Scott was the winner of Dans group. The four boys were ignoring the benches, instead choosing to lounge around on the ground afterwards, taking a well earned break, and getting dirty in the process, as boys tend to do quite easily. As they lay back on the grass, Aiden sidled up to them nervously, smiling weakly at everyone, but singling Dan out as the one to talk to.
"Um, h-hi guys," he stammered, pausing to see if he would be told to piss off, as was often the case with the other kids.
"Wassup Shrimp?" Dan asked, but not unkindly, merely calling Aiden by one of his less derogatory nicknames.
"Um, ah, me and some of the others are gonna have a game of hide and seek. Do you fellas wanna play too?"
Matt scoffed. "Hide and seek? Dontcha think we're a bit old for baby stuff like that mate?"
Aiden's face fell. "Suppose, maybe. But we're not 'llowed to like leave the village or nothing, and there's no more stuff organised, so we like figured it might be fun."
He looked around at the four boys lounging in front of him, and again became instantly aware of the size difference between them and himself, and suddenly felt a bit foolish.
"Yeah. You're right guys. I'm sorry, just thought I'd ask. It's like just sumthin' to do to kill a bit of time, that's all," and he started to turn away.
Ali kicked his leg out, making firm contact with Dans leg, and leaving a dirty footprint on his sweats, eliciting a sharp "Ow!" at the same time, causing him to glare at his mate as he rubbed his leg disdainfully.
Ali was grinning excitedly though, not caring in the slightest about Danny's complaining, or his look of disgust.
"Hang on big fella," he said to Matthew. "I reckon it could be fun. We haven't done that shit for years! Whaddya say Dan? Scotty? Come on! It'll be a laugh!"
Dan was pleased that Ali had spoken up. As soon as the small boy had suggested it, the fourteen year olds first reaction was to immediately say yes, it did indeed sound like fun, but Matts reluctance was a sobering reminder that yes, perhaps they were getting too big for kid-stuff like that. At that age, boys can vary between being functional mini-adults one minute, to still being kids again the next, and if you read the situation wrong, as it appeared at first that Aiden might've, it can be a bit embarrassing around your peers. Rubbing his leg, he tried to keep any excitement from creeping into his voice.
"Could be cool," he replied cautiously. "I mean Aids is right. We're on free time now, so we gotta do something, right? I wanna keep playing outside, and it's something to do?"
Ali was grinning broadly. "Dan-the-mans right boys! What about you, Scotty, ya in?"
Scott had a big smile on his face, obviously relishing the idea somewhat. He gave Matt a gentle shove.
"I could be talked. Come on big guy, we used to play all the time when was kids! I mean fuck man! It hasn't really been years since we played at all! I think we fucked around doing it last holidays, didn't we? We ain't that much older now!"
Matt shrugged. "I'm easy. If you guys wanna..."
"What's the rules?" Dan asked.
Aidens eyes lit up. He had been hoping that Dan, whom he liked, might play, but didn't really think the others would. But they seemed like nice kids, and they had never picked on him or been mean towards him like some of the boys were, particularly Robbie. He was pretty sure that Dan wouldn't be mates with a pack of arseholes anyway. Little Aiden was desperate to make some friends in his own grade, and doing something silly like this might bond them together a bit. His high pitched voice rose in volume as he started jabbering with excitement.
"There's about ten of us! If ya get caught, you're 'it,' same as always. Ya can't hide inside anywhere, ya gotta stay outside. You can go behind the buildings, but haveta stay 'round the village. We're not gonna play the chasey one, where you gotta run for home base, so if you get caught, you're in!"
He blurted this out without pause, and had to stop to draw a breath. Dan noticed how Aiden occasionally pulled at the front of his shorts a bit, but he didn't think the smaller boy needed to pee, but was just nervous, and he was right. Dan actually looked at him properly, really noticing him in detail, and once again was amazed that they were almost the same age, and in the same class. The blonde boy was almost a foot shorter than he was, and a good sixteen inches shorter than Matt, and even more for Robbie. Dan would be willing to bet that apart from the top of his head, the little guy wouldn't have a scrap of hair anywhere else on his body. His legs, arms, and face, were as smooth as a ten year olds, and really, Aiden could easily still pass for that. The way he was jumping around and blabbering with excitement as he unconsciously tugged at his pants at times only exaggerated that fact. Suddenly, Daniel felt very protective towards his (apparently) new friend, and didn't want to just casually dismiss him like so many of his classmates always did.
"Fuck it! I reckon it sounds like fun. If you guys wanna...."
All eyes turned to Scott. As the unspoken leader, he would have the final say, and the others would follow his decision.
"Fuck it," he blurted out with a grin, jumping effortlessly to his feet.
"Yessssss!" Aiden hissed under his breath, giving a small air-pump with his fist. Apart from wetting the bed, camp was pretty cool this year. He even had other kids to play with, for a change.
It didn't take long for the boys to forget that they were now supposed to be big kids. Soon, there were boys running everywhere, shouting and giggling while they tried to hide. They were having so much fun, that other boys soon joined in as well, and one of the biggest games of hide and seek in the camps history was underway.
Being that there was so many participants, it went for a long time, but the changeovers between being "in" were short. There was only so many places that thirty-something kids could hide within the rules, and there was a lot of sneaking around and changing spots taking place.
It goes without saying that Danny had the time of his life playing soldiers in his head as he ran and hid.
Now as exciting as a good game of hide and seek can be, unfortunately mere words fail to capture the true spirit, plus it really is quite boring to write about, but suffice to say everyone had fun.
The only thing of interest to us, is a particular incident that happened to Daniel.
It was late in the game, and he found himself hiding back in the exact same spot behind the partition outside the store, where he'd hidden from Robbie hours before.
Squatting low on his haunches behind the old freezer, Danny looked down, and saw the faint remains of his earlier pee puddle, partly hidden in the shadows, without a breeze to dry it out. He shivered as he remembered re-wetting his already soaked shorts while he listened to Matt distract the bigger kid. He certainly considered that even though Matt thought them even, Danny still felt indebted to him.
But the sight of the puddle also had another effect. It was a strong reminder that he hadn't peed since he'd managed to squeeze out a tiny bit more in the shower after he'd finished "washing himself."
Doing the math, he worked out that had been over four hours ago, and he'd drank two juice boxes at lunch, and had probably drained his water bottle twice. Straight away, he started to worry, and concentrated hard on getting a full and frank assessment of his need to pee. After all, quite a few of the "normal boys" had already disappeared into the bushes for a quick wee-wee during breaks in the game, so going now definitely wouldn't be looked upon as suspicious. He had almost made up his mind to do the same. After all, he had envied the other boys doing it earlier, and had been looking forward to having the rare opportunity of an outside piss with his friends, when he'd ended up wetting himself before taking the chance. Surprisingly enough, his need to go was only mild, so mild that he hadn't even noticed it until concentrating on it, and his bladder would definitely still be in first gear. Well, perhaps second gear now that he had become aware of it.
That settled it! Next changeover, he would disappear into the bushes and avail himself of the pleasures of a normal, outdoor wee. After all, he could sneak off to the side a bit, where nobody could see him, and he wasn't even wearing a tape-up! Yeah! He could easily pull his sweats and boxers down at the front, and his pull up, which was underneath his snap-crotch onesie, would..........
"FUCK IT!" Dan mentally screamed silently to himself. His fucking onesie! There was no way he could manage a sneaky wee whilst wearing that!
His fucking mother! She had been so insistent that he bring it, that he.......
Dan sighed. Deep down, he knew it really wasn't her fault. It was just becoming a bit of a habit lately to blame her for everything, and he realised that he was being unfair.
Besides, he missed her.
Apart from his weekend with Amy, (which certainly didn't count!) or with his Aunts or Uncles, he hadn't ever been "alone" for so long before, without a family, even Amy's family, to "look after" him. A strong wave of homesickness washed over the young teen, and just for a moment, he really, really, missed his mum.
But a slight, but sudden twinge from his bladder soon snapped him back to his current situation.
He had a mild urge to pee. Mild, but already slightly building, especially now he had stopped running around and was aware of it, and it would only get worse. He couldn't possibly pee in the bushes with any guarantee of discretion, so the only other option was to stop playing with his friends, and go back to his cabin to use the bathroom.
Pre-Emptive Strike.
The expression raced across his brain in an instant.
He was wearing a grownup nappy, and even though it was a pull up, they were bloody good. Especially since his little-kid sized bladder didn't hold as much as a grownups anyway. Plus, he had his onesie on with its thicker, slightly padded crotch, and a pair of cotton boxers and his silky black track pants on! Even if he did unexpectedly leak a bit, not only would it only be minor, but it wouldn't show up on his pants at all!
Even in the split second that these thoughts raced through his mind, he automatically thought of Amy at the same time, the trick she had shown him conjuring an image in his brain, and suddenly he was missing her just as much as he missed his mother.
Doing a pre-emptive strike was not only safe, it would mean he could stay out and keep playing with his mates, without having to take an annoying toilet break. Also, a little voice kept suggesting that he might feel a bit closer to the women in his life that he missed so much, if he did a little pee in his nappy, just like he did when he was around them.
It was barely even a coherent thought, but even as partially formed as what it was, it was enough, and acted like a trigger.
Squatting down still, and starting to feel a cramp building, Dans knees were spread wide, and that position had steadily been aiding his growing desperation. Now, as soon as he decided that he would do the pre-emptive strike, his bladder instantly let go, almost scaring him by it's basically unannounced voiding.
Almost without warning, a strong, but fortunately controllable waterfall sprang from his thankfully flaccid pecker, coating his sparse patch of pubes and running over his hairless balls, pudding slightly and briefly in the thickly padded crotch that cupped them, causing him to shiver as the warmth slowly crept up the front and back of his diaper, his squatted stance helping his hot wee get more evenly distributed around his groin and bottom, than how it usually did if he wet whilst standing upright.
He didn't pee for long, and he was able to assert enough control as to not flood himself, and the creeping, swelling padding, with its squishy heat pressed tightly against his genitals, courtesy of his form fitting snap crotch onesie, momentarily enraptured him, and he closed his eyes and exhaled softly as the weight from his bladder gradually transferred itself from his body and into his sleep pants.
Danny got caught by Sam not long after, and had his turn at being "in," counting to fifty and then running around chasing the other boys, laughing happily, but enjoying the secret sensation that his wet nappy rubbing against his boyhood as he ran was giving him.
A bit later, after the game had finished, and everyone else had headed into the mess hall to beg for some juice boxes, Danny snuck back to his room for a quick diaper change. He discovered that he had leaked a bit from his leg guards as he squatted, and his crotch strap had gotten wet, but was almost dry by then, although lightly stained. His boxers were lightly stained as well, although completely dry, and his trackies appeared to have escaped unscathed. He was more concerned with being suddenly interrupted by the unexpected return of his friends, than of having a big wee stain on his crotch flap, so he shut himself in the bathroom, removed his pants and soggy diaper, had a quick wipe with his baby wipes, then just pulled a fresh one on, and snapped his stained onesie back together again, then put his pants back on.
After washing his hands and grubby face, flinching as the soap hit the fresh scratches on both, he sat on his bunk to put his shoes back on again, glancing at his phone as he did so.
4:25pm.
He wondered what the women in his life were all doing right then?
Walking out the door, his thoughts started turning to food instead.
However, if he had have known, that at that precise moment, his mother was laying happily in the shower, a green vibrator still buzzing away near the drain beside her, while Amy was wetting her pants in a supermarket, cuddling her Danny doll and chewing on her thumb, and Nikki was admitting to her brother that she'd gone poop in her pants, he might have been thinking of other things than what's for dinner.
Edited September 15, 2017 by Barry
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Chapter 42:
After dinner, it was the fire pits and movie options again. Tonight was a Harry Potter movie, but the boys had already watched them to death over the years, so decided to hang around the fire instead. After all, fire is fun to play with.
The four friends were lounging around, toasting marshmallows, when Matt suddenly jumped up, and took after Robbie, who was walking past. The two biggest boys bumped fists, then walked away from the group to chat, before walking back to Robbie's cabin.
"What's the big-unit up too?" Ali pondered aloud, but Danny and Scott could only shrug. The mystery deepened when they came back out, clasped hands in a definite bro-shake, and Matt hurried back to their cabin, appearing to be holding something underneath his jumper.
"What're you up to Matty?" Scott asked, when their friend returned, but Matt only grinned.
"Surprise for later," was all he'd say.
They hung around the fire pits for awhile, occasionally wandering around to talk to the other kids, but tonight it seemed like the two days of activities were finally starting to put a dent in their adolescent energy levels. Everyone was having fun, but no one was really doing much. A happy, relaxed lethargy had descended over the whole camp. By 9:30, a lot of boys were already starting to make their way back to their cabins without being asked, and our heroes soon followed suit. Matt and Ali were going to shower before bed, giving Scotty and Dan more time and privacy in the bathroom the next day.
By 10:10, they had showered, and Scott had already disappeared into the bathroom as well, looking a bit more plump around his backside when he returned in his baggy grey sweat pants. Dans pull up was still dry, but he wasn't going to change into his last tape up until the last possible moment. He really preferred to sleep in the bigger nappy at camp, and if he wet himself before going to bed, he'd have to rely on a pull up instead. Ideally, he'd stay dry tonight, and be able to keep his tape up on for the bus trip home, which would be better for any potential accidents or pre-emptive strikes, but he realised that that was probably unlikely to happen. He took the opportunity to pee in the toilet though, as soon as Scott had finished.
"Game of Uno?" Ali suggested, and the boys dragged their sleeping bags and pillows onto the floor to sit on while they played.
"Still got those smokes?" Ali asked Matt as he started shuffling.
"Yeah mate," Matthew replied with a grin. "Eight left, two each. I wanna smoke 'em tonight too. Can't risk taking them home again. Knowing my mum, she'll prolly decide to like take my bag off me and empty it out herself or something."
The other three boys nodded sagely, agreeing that it would be a typical mum-thing that would probably happen to all of them. They all complained loudly to each other about their mums doing stuff like that, but deep down, they all missed their parents a lot by now, especially their mothers.
Scott again broached the earlier topic of his friends association with the bully. "So what were you doing with Robbie earlier?"
Matt grinned. "Shit! I nearly forgot! I had a smoke with Robbie earlier, and he's in the same boat with carrying contraband around with him. He brung something extra to camp this year, but none of the guys in his cabin would touch it, so he offered it to me!"
Scott's face fell, and his mood darkened noticeably. "Ah fuck Matty. You're not going to tell us you bought fucking drugs off Robbie, are ya? You know I'm not interested in that shit!"
Matts grin only widened. "Nah man, not drugs, but I did get.....this!"
Reaching into the sleeping bag that was draped across his lap as he sat cross-legged on the floor, the boy pulled out a medium sized bottle of an opaque brown liquid, and he held it up like a trophy.
A look of understanding passed over both Dan and Scotty's faces. They had recognised the bottle immediately, and in that split second glance at each other, their young eyes wide with wonder, a nervous look of excitement, and fear was exchanged. Only Ali looked a bit confused.
"What's that, big guy?"
"Bourbon!" Matt whispered, although still loud with excitement. "Real whisky-type shit! Robbie nicked it from his dad's cupboard, but the other kids wouldn't touch it, and threatened to dob him in if he drank it, and he don't wanna try sneaking it back in, so he sold it to me!"
"How much?" Dan whispered, glancing nervously towards the door, almost expecting a SWAT team to kick it in at any second. Feeling his bladder twitch, he was grateful that he had only just peed, as he thought he would've wet himself if he hadn't. Even then, he thought that a dribble might've escaped.....
"Thirty bucks," Matt said proudly.
"Fucks sake Matt! Put the fuckin' thing away! Teachers are due for the bed check soon," Scott said in a loud hiss.
Before Matt could do that though, Ali leaned forward suddenly and snatched it out of his hands. "Hang on guys! I've never seen real whisky before."
"It's not whisky, it's bourbon," Matt patiently explained to the darker skinned boy.
"What's the difference?" Ali asked with wide eyed innocence.
Matt thought about it. "Dunno really, but my dadd..*coughs,*sorry, my old man always says there is one."
The other boys were so excited, they didn't notice Matt letting the word 'daddy' almost slip out. They were now almost petrified of being caught in possession of such a major, prohibited item, but the realisation that they could probably drink at least some of it was spectacularly awesome!
Ali's eyes were like saucers, as he reverently passed the bottle back to his friend, his mouth slightly opened in awe.
"H-have you guys ever like, tried it?" Ali whispered, taking his turn to throw a scared glance towards the door.
The other three boys exchanged quizzical glances at each other, waiting for someone else to talk first.
"Not reallllly," Dan whispered. "My dad has it sometimes, this 'zact same one with the turkey on it, but he won't let me have one. I'm 'lowed to have a beer with him when he first gets back from his swing, and mum sometimes let's me have a bit of her wine, but I'm not s'posed to have this. I did sneak a sip outta dad's glass one night though. He puts Coke in it."
Ali was enthralled. "Wow! What was it like, Dan?"
Dan looked a bit shy and guilty. "Honestly? I didn't like it. Had a nasty chemical-ly sorta taste."
Ali turned expectantly to the other two.
"What about youse? You guys ever tried it?"
"I have," Matt admitted. "My big brother lets me have a drink out of some of his cans occasionally, you know, like take a sip of his? Then the bastard always threatens to tell mum, but he never does." Matt sighed wistfully as he finished, letting his thoughts momentarily drift away towards his family.
"My old man doesn't drink it," Scott told them. "But he has rum sometimes, and he lets me have a sip if mums not around. He also lets me have a glass of beer every now and then."
Danny looked inquiringly at Ali. "What about you mate? What have you ever drank?"
Ali looked sheepishly at them. "I've never ever had a drink of anything, not even beer. My parents are from India, and although they're Catholic, they kinda have a lot of like Hindu ideas as well. Not ever drinking alcohol is one of them. At least they eat meat," he added.
All eyes turned automatically towards Scott, who in turn looked at Matt.
"Whaddya gonna do with it Matt? Are you thinking we should drink it tonight?"
Matt held his gaze calmly. "Yeah mate. Think about it! It's our last night at camp, and after the bed check in the next half hour, we've got all night! We can have a couple of smokes in the shower, then drink at least some of it! Come on man! It'll be rad!"
He turned to Ali, looking for support. "Ali wants to try it, don'tcha Ali? And Dan? Dan-the-mans gonna be in, aren'tcha Danny?"
This time, it was Dan and Ali, sensing Scott's reluctance, who exchanged guilty glances. Matt was keen, and the other three boys were all secretly tempted as well, but they knew that they really shouldn't do it. Nobody wanted to be the first one to say yes, and while they might've had vague thoughts about hopefully someone else being the voice of reason, stopping it before it got out of hand, they weren't going to say so themselves.
Scott was shaking his head slowly.
"Geez Matt. Thirty bucks? Fuckin' Robbie saw you coming, big fella. Ripped you right off. Ya probably should go get your money back."
Matt however, was defiant. "He didn't rip me Scotty. I know it's cheaper in the shop, but I can't buy it from a fucking shop, can I? 'Sides, me dad gave me a hunjy ($100)to bring to camp, so I don't like owe him or nuthin'.
"I'd, uh, I'd like to try a bit Scotty," Ali stated softly.
"Me too," Dan added quickly, before he could spew forth the 'NO' that he knew he really should say. But he did want to try it.
"Got no Coke or ice," Scott pointed out.
"Don't need 'em," Matt countered. "We'll just like do little straight shots, you know, little ones like on TV."
Scott sighed, slumping his shoulders a bit, but still sounding calm, almost politely inquisitive with his questions. Like the others, he wanted to do it, knew they shouldn't, but couldn't bring himself to be the one to say it. He figured that if he argued reasonably, and they convinced him, then it was meant to be.
"And what are we going to do while we're getting plastered, gentlemen? Are we going to just sit around in a circle in the dark, swigging straight bourbon, get pissed, make a big noise, playing with our dicks, and getting into big trouble?"
"You're exaggerating Scotty," Matt replied, just as calmly. "It's not a big bottle. There's four of us. We're prolly only gonna get a few swigs each. We're not gonna get real pissed on that," and he waved the bottle disdainfully.
"TRUTH OR DARE!" Ali blurted out. "We could play truth or dare! You know, like you haveta take a shot, or do something for your dare, or if you wanna skip doing truth or something!?"
"Aw cool," Dan muttered, impressed.
"Wicked idea mate," Matt agreed.
Three pairs of eyes looked expectantly at Scott.
He grinned. "We must be fucking mad," he muttered, holding up his palms to receive a raucous series of high fives.
"We gotta be super quiet though boys," he warned them gravely. "If we do get loud, and start fucking about, we'll get busted sure as shit. We all gotta keep a lid on it, okay?"
"10:20, lights out in ten," Ali informed them, looking at his phone which was little more than a glorified clock at that minute.
They packed the unused cards away, made their beds, and discovered that the lid from Scott's drink flask was a good size for a shot glass.
The lights went out soon after, and again, as a repeat of the previous night, Matt and Ali climbed into their respective top bunks, while Scott and Dan, the bed-wetting-bottom-bunkers, took up positions near the windows to watch out for the bed checks. Just like last night, a sudden flash of torchlight had the kids giggling under their breath as their socked feet pounded almost silently over the floor as they dove into their own beds.
Waiting now for twenty minutes after bed check, and they could start their party! |
Chapter 43:
The boys waited anxiously for the bed check. Apparently the teachers were doing it in a different order that night, no doubt trying to throw the kids off their game, and try to catch some out. The boys laid in bed for nearly twenty minutes, whispering and giggling as quietly as they could, until at last they heard the porch step creaking as Father Brandon tried to sneak up to the door. He opened it quietly, but didn't shine his torch in, as the ambient light from the open bathroom door provided enough illumination for him to clearly see the four bodies snuggled up in their sleeping bags. He smiled to himself as he shut the door gently behind him. The priest had no doubt that if he was to find any children misbehaving, they certainly wouldn't be the ones from this cabin.
For Daniel in particular, it was a slightly nervous wait. As soon as he was safely in bed, he stuck an inquiring hand inside his pull up, unsure as to whether or not he had suffered a nerve-induced trickle earlier, but although his nappy was nice and warm, his fingers were only mushing themselves into dry padding. That was a relief for sure, but ever since then, he kept thinking about perhaps needing to pee again, although he'd only gone to the toilet less than an hour earlier. The urge had really intensified while him and Scott had been on lookout duty, and by the time he had dived giggling into his bed, it had become a very noticeable feeling. He had almost gotten up to use the bathroom immediately, but had been expecting the bed check to happen a lot sooner, and had wanted to be in bed "asleep" when it happened, so he ended up laying there uncomfortably for the next twenty minutes, onesie unclipped for access, and his hand down the front of his diaper, gently squeezing his pecker.
When the priest had opened the door, Dan was gritting his teeth, legs crossed and dick in hand, sweating slightly as he tried hard not to wiggle around, but not pee his pants at the same time. He forced himself to remain stationary for another two minutes after the door had closed, then he almost leapt from his bed and ran into the toilet, not caring at all that the other boys could see his desperation. He'd rather be seen desperate, but still dry and making it, rather than have his mates know that he'd wet himself yet again.
Hurrying into the nearest stall, and wishing it had a door on it, he almost ripped his pants and boxers in his haste to get them down, then used his left hand to hold his dry, but darkly stained crotch flap up, while his right hand managed to point his boyhood at the bowl only a second before his stream started flowing.
Surprisingly, given his urgency, he didn't actually pee very much at all, and he had a wry smile as he shook the drops off only seconds later, realising that it was only his nerves that had been making him need to go so badly.
Matthew was propped up on his elbow waiting for his friend to return.
"Are you alright Danny? Did you get there in time?" He sounded concerned.
Dan gave an embarrassed chuckle as he flung himself bonelessly back onto his bunk.
"Yeah mate. Just. It was that obvious, huh? I didn't even go a lot. Must've been like nerves or something."
"I know exactly what you mean mate," Ali informed him, as two brown feet appeared from the bunk above him, and the boy jumped lithely from the top bunk, and hurried into the toilet himself.
"Fuck it. I gotta go too," Matt admitted, and he jumped down from his perch as well, nearly landing on Scott who had decided that he suddenly needed to as well. All four boys giggled quietly as the rest of them took turns at emptying their bladders.
After everybody had peed, Ali and Dan sat beside each other on Danny's bed, while the other two sat on Scotts.
"Well? You going first big fella?" Scott asked nervously, his voice cracking a bit as he spoke.
Matt poured himself a reasonable shot, using a line on the flask lid as a unit of measurement. All the eyes were on him as he took a steadying breath.
"Here goes," he said, and he raised the lid with a trembling hand, wincing at the smell coming out of it, then closed his eyes, put it to his lips, and threw his head quickly back, throwing the fiery liquid straight into the back of his throat, and swallowing it with a severe squint.
"Oh man," he whispered hoarsely, uttering a small, slightly breathless cough. "That fucking burns!"
Scott took the lid from Matts shaking hand, and refilled it, passing it to Ali.
"You're next mate. It's time to pop that alcohol cherry of yours!"
The slightly built Indian boy took it with a anxious grin, looking a lot more excited than nervous. He had been waiting a long time to try alcohol, and was so excited, he could feel his dick going hard inside his pants. He took a second to pull Dans sleeping bag over his lap, trying to look nonchalant as he did so. Apart from taking a quick sniff, and hurriedly pulling his nose away, Ali took the shot with almost no preamble. In anticipation, he winced even harder than Matthew had, but apart from a little gasp, he looked up at his friends in surprise.
"Hey! That's actually not too bad boys! I mean, it like burns a bit and shit, but I don't mind it!"
Scott took the lid, refilling it, and passing it to Dan.
"What about you?" Dan asked, looking to delay his shot for a little bit longer.
"I'll go last," Scott informed him. "I wanna see if you girls like pass out or puke or something first."
Steeling himself, Dan swigged it back, just like his friends had, but he choked a bit, erupting into a slight coughing fit, that had the other three laughing and shushing him at the same time, while he held his middle finger up at them as he tried to get his breath back. "Fuck me! That's strong," he admitted with a slightly embarrassed grin.
Scott went last, but apart from a slight grimace, he downed it like a pro with no complaints, again earning the admiration of his friends. Sometimes it just seemed like Scott could do just about anything, except keep his sheets dry of course.
He busied himself pouring the next round, and the others automatically let him do it. Matt went first again, this time managing it with less trouble now he knew what to expect.
"What made you think of playing Truth or Dare?" Dan asked Ali, hoping that they were still going to play, and trying to gently remind the others.
Ali drank his shot before replying, doing it with ease that time, and not even coughing or squinting.
"Man! I like that!" He announced. "It was the way we were all talking about drinking and shit earlier I s'pose. You know, like how we were all admitting what we'd done, or hadn't done. I kinda figured it might give us an excuse or something, and we could like trade some secrets and stuff," then he burped as Dans next drink was prepared.
This time, Danny didn't choke, and he agreed with Ali that the second one went down better than the first. Scotty completed round two with his customary ease, and the boys got ready to play, vaguely aware of a slight light-headedness settling over them. But it was nice. They were relaxing a lot more, and the feelings of naughtiness were almost as intoxicating as the bourbon.
"Darers go first," Scott solemnly advised Ali. "Truth, or Dare?"
"Truth," Ali replied with a nervous grin.
"Okay. Who do you have a crush on?"
"Ah man! Start me off badly, why dontcha?" Ali said bashfully, but Scott only hurried him along without any sympathy.
"Come on guys, you already know this," Ali protested.
"Dan doesn't," Scott reminded him with a grin. "Tell Danny-boy who you're hot for!"
Ali's skin tone wasn't conducive to blushing, but he still nearly made it.
"Miss Perkins," he said with a sigh, causing Dan to almost shriek with laughter.
"The assistant librarian? No way! She's way old, must be nearly thirty!"
"So?" Ali replied with a grin. "She's still a hottie. I reckon she just needs a bit of brown lovin' from a younger guy...."
Danny and his friends had to use their pillows to muffle their outbursts of laughter, and Dan actually had tears on his face when he was finally able to get control of himself again. 'Brown lovin'' was somehow funnier than it should've been.
"Okay, my turn," Ali said with a grin once his friends had themselves under control again. "Matt! Truth or dare?"
Matt replied "Dare," straight away.
"I dare ya to do the floppy dance," Ali said with a huge grin.
"Fuck off," Matt responded. "Give me a drink instead," and Scott started pouring.
Dan was intrigued. "What the fucks the floppy dance, fellas?"
Matt knocked back his third shot, while Scott explained.
"When we were little kids, our pairs would sometimes make us have showers together. I don't know how old we were, maybe seven?" He looked at Ali, who nodded in agreement.
"Anyway, if the grownups weren't around, we'd do the floppy dance, and we'd jump up and down while we were naked, and make our dicks flop around. I know it prolly sounds a bit gay, but we were only like little kids, and we thought it was hilarious!"
Matt passed the lid back to Scott, burping a bit as the fiery liquid traced a path to his gullet.
"Danny. Truth or dare?"
Suddenly scared of being asked for a floppy dance, Danny instantly blurted out "Truth," and Matt eyed him carefully.
"How far have you gone with Amy?" Matt asked, his cheeks flushed with bourbon. "What's the most that you've done with her?"
Dan paled. The temptation to start bragging to his mates about his girlfriend was always a constant one, but something he'd always managed to avoid. He found himself almost anxious to tell them stuff occasionally, but didn't want to betray Amy's confidence whatsoever. There was no way that he would ever tell the guys about their "little side," or ever say anything about her diapers or wetting problems, but the alcohol had already loosened his tongue a bit, and he made a split second decision that it probably wouldn't hurt to tell them some stuff about what they had done. It would only help his street cred after all. But he needed a boost first.
"Ah shit, man! A gennleman doesn't tell stuff like that," he explained with a slight slur on the biggest word. Then he paused before continuing. "It's a good thing I'm not a gentleman I guess," and the boys gave him a cheer, Ali even slapping him on the back for good measure.
"Fuck it though guys. If I tell youse some stuff, you gotta promise never to tell her I told you....."
"Way to go Dan!"
"Course not mate!"
"We won't say fuck all!"
Dan sighed. He REALLY did want to tell them some stuff, not in the least because it would make him look more cool and grown up, but he didn't want to betray his girlfriends trust either.
"Better give me another drink first. Build my courage up a bit."
Scott hurriedly poured another shot, rushing a bit, and accidentally filling it a bit past the line. He momentarily considered trying to pour some back into the bottle, but couldn't be bothered making the effort. Dan took the lid, and skolled it back without any problems. It seemed like the more they drank, the easier it became.
"Well, Amy and me fool around sometimes. She's given me a handjob before, and we've like hadda shower together and shit. We kiss a lot, and I've touched her tits."
"No way dude!"
"Fuck off!"
"Bullshit!"
Dan was adamant though. "No bullshit guys. We've both like made each other cum before, and we've like seen each other naked and stuff."
Scott was in awe. "Aw man! Really? What's that like? I keep hoping that me and Nik might do that too one day." He poured himself another shot, which he drank as soon as he finished talking.
Dan appeared to ponder the question before answering.
"It's good Scott. Like too good to fuck up over a stupid game, ya know?"
Even though they were tipsy, the boys all understood what Dan was implying, and they didn't question him any further on it. But regardless, Dans social standing had just jumped a few points, and everyone there realised it.
Three drinks in, and so far, so good. |
Chapter 44:
"Lets have a smoke," Matt suggested, and his friends agreed.
"But I gotta have my drink first," Ali reminded them. "You're all one in front of me now!"
Scott chuckled as he poured it. "You wanna be careful Ali. You're not used to drinking. Shit! We're not used to it either, but we've had it before, you haven't. You don't wanna go too hard at it."
"Last one. For a while," Ali promised, "then we'll be even. I'm not even feeling it. Much."
He took the offered lid, and downed it like a veteran, issuing a contented sigh afterwards.
"Ahhhhh! That's good. We gonna have a smoke then?"
The boys stood up, and Ali staggered to the side a bit, grabbing the bunk just in time to stop himself from stumbling. The other three boys erupted with laughter, then all stifled it at the same time, shushing one another with their hands over their mouths. This of course struck them all as hilarious, and the four of them were almost choking as they tried to remain silent while they suffered a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
"Danny, window! Matt, hide the bottle," Scott barked between giggles, and they stumbled across to their lookout posts to make sure they hadn't disturbed the grownups
Being excruciatingly aware of how important the need for silence was, a sense of urgency washed over them, and they were at last able to get themselves under control as they kept watch.
"We oughta drink a lot of water guys, my mum always says it stops you from getting a hangover the next day," Dan informed them wisely, from his position at the window.
Scott grunted from the other window. "Hmph. You really think that you and me drinking a lot of water before going to bed is a good idea Dan?"
Danny blanched. He hadn't really thought too much about it when he'd said it. As a matter of fact, rational thoughts weren't coming to him with their regular ease.
"Do ya think it's gonna matter Scotty? I mean, what with us being tipsy and all?"
Matt interjected from across the room. "You guys worry about it too much I think."
"Whaddya mean?" Scott said, sounding a touch defensive.
"Well, just that we all know what you guys do, and it happens a lot anyway and ya can't help it, so what're you stressing about? Drink the freaking water like Dan said, and don't get a hangover. If you wet, you wet. It's not like it never happens or nothing anyway."
Dan and Scott exchanged a glance. Matt was right. As usual, when he did decide to speak up, he was worth listening too. Dan shrugged, and Scott nodded.
They waited for another minute, then walked in single file into the brightly lit bathroom, where they went in pairs into adjacent stalls, but they could see over the top of the partitions.
"Oh man,"
"Ah fuck,"
Dan and Scott had walked into the shower which had been used earlier, and suddenly felt cold water soaking into their socks, but their barefoot buddies weren't so inconvenienced, and they giggled mischievously at their friend's misfortune.
Matt passed the smokes out, and turned the ceiling fan on while Scott opened up the high windows above their stalls. They smoked quickly, and almost silently, knowing how their voices could be easily overheard through the open windows. They smoked their respective cigarettes in near record time, and waited until the windows were closed, butts flushed, and water bottles filled before they started talking easily again in the bedroom.
Matt retrieved the bottle, and held it up to the light to check its contents. After twelve shots, there was a bit under half the bottle left. Resuming their original positions, all four boys drank deeply from their water bottles. They were all feeling badly parched after drinking the straight liquor and then smoking, and the cold water against their raw throats was almost as intoxicating as the alcohol.
"How're you guys feeling?" Dan asked. "I think I'm feeling it a bit. That smokes made me a bit lightheaded."
The others agreed, and decided that slowing down a bit and drinking lots of water was probably a smart idea, and, already resigning themselves to wetting the bed later, Dan and Scott drank just as greedily as the dry sleepers did.
"Scotty!" Dan announced, "Truth or Dare?"
"Dare," the boy replied boldly.
Dan grinned wickedly. "I wanna see this floppy dance."
"Nup," Scott said immediately, shaking his head and pouring himself a drink for his punishment.
"Woooo," he exclaimed after downing his fourth shot. "Ali!"
"Aw man, fuck off...."
"Truth or dare?"
He sighed. "Fuck it. Gimme a dare this time."
Scott chuckled, looking almost evil, obvious up to something.
"Ali," he burped, his eyes looking a bit bloodshot. "I dare ya to wear one of my Goodnights......."
Ali's jaw dropped. Matt and Dan shared a shocked look, then gave a soft cheer, and hopped up from their respective bunks to exchange a semi-silent high five with one another, then repeating the gesture with Scott.
"You ripper Scotty. That's a good one," Matt reassured him.
Dan only grinned, unable to find anything to say. His heart had started beating a bit quicker, and he realised that he wanted to see what Ali would look like in the kiddies camouflage pull up, and he was waiting expectantly to hear if the boy would agree to it or not.
Ali was looking dumbstruck. He would never in a million years have thought that his friend would dare him to do that. Scott was usually so shy and reticent about his sleep pants, and he'd never mention them unless it was absolutely necessary, and to hear him just start talking about them, voluntarily, in a light hearted mood, was simply unheard of. Like Danny talking about Amy earlier, or Matt telling the others that it was okay if they wet their beds, it was just something that didn't usually happen! He guessed, correctly, that the bourbon was playing a big part in lowering their inhibitions.
He also realised that his own inhibitions were apparently lowered as well.
"You're on!" Ali declared boldly, causing the other three to erupt in a louder cheer than they should have, and they immediately started whispering at one another to shut up. "I want a drink first though," he hastily added, and Scott hurried to pour it before Ali could change his mind.
While Ali slugged his fourth bourbon, Scott pulled a nappy from his bag with an unaccustomed boldness, and dropped it on his friends lap just as he bought the lid down.
Ali picked up the Goodnight, and opened it, turning it around a few times to work out front from back, and the other boys just watched on in a rapt, but silent excitement.
Steadying himself with a deep breath, Ali suddenly lurched to his feet, startling Danny enough to make him jump a bit. Instead of heading into the bathroom, Ali took a slightly stumbling step in the other direction, back into the shadows behind the bunks.
While he fumbled with his clothing in the gloom, Scott took the opportunity to pour Matt, then Dan their fourth drinks, squaring the ledger once more. The three boys all took another drink of water as well. They had no real idea if it would prevent a hangover, nor exactly what a hangover would really feel like, but they knew enough to know that they really didn't want to suffer from one in the morning in front of their other friends and the grownups.
Scott and Matt were facing Danny, and saw a glimpse of movement behind him. Ali was sneaking clumsily towards Dan from behind, pushing his index finger against his lips, telling them to stay quiet. At first, they didn't understand what Ali was doing, but as he crept closer, their jaws dropped open in shock, not believing what they were seeing, but fortunately, Dan was looking blearily at nothing in particular, and didn't notice their reaction.
"Dan?" Ali said softly from directly behind the seated boys shoulder.
"Yeah?" Dan replied, not looking around.
"Dan?" Ali repeated softly, "Check this out..."
Dan turned his head, and was greeted by the sight of Ali, naked from the waist down, standing directly behind him, and thrusting his hips awkwardly, making his penis flop wildly around only inches from Dans startled face.
"THIS, is the floppy dance!" Ali cried out, and Dan actually uttered a small scream, lurching forward so quickly that he fell off the bed, and banged his head noisily on the floor, while Matt and Scott shrieked with unbridled laughter at the stunned look on his face. Ali stood over Dans prone body, his feet on either side of Dans ribs, as he gyrated his hips wildly, flopping his penis around, about three feet above Danny's terrified face.
"Argh! Get off me ya big fag!" Dan begged, trying to scoot backwards, while Matty and Scott were leaning against each other, tears streaming down their smooth faces as they continued to laugh without control.
Dan faked a grab at Ali's boyhood, pretending to lunge at it, and making his tormentor jump away in horror, finally putting a protective hand over his genitals.
A door suddenly banged from outside, and immediately, the four boys fell silent.
"Beds! Go!" Scott hissed, grabbing the nearly empty bourbon bottle from the floor.
Suddenly feeling a lot more sober, the children scurried for their beds. Ali actually slipped climbing up, and Dan caught him, before cupping his hands so Ali could put his bare foot into it, and allowed himself to be hoisted up safely. Dan tried to ignore his friends naked backside as it launched past his face, only inches away. He picked up Ali's pants and the dropped nappy, and hastily stuffed them inside his own sleeping bag. Within thirty seconds of hearing the door banging, the kids were curled up in their sleeping bags. Admittedly, they were drunk, and even half naked in one case, but unless anyone actually came in and spoke to them, they should be alright.
Not a word was spoken, and four young heads were spinning slightly as they listened for any sign of grownups. It was nearly five minutes later, when Dan was just about to get up and look out the window, when the door suddenly swung quickly open, and the young priest almost jumped into the room. He had managed to climb the steps without making them squeak this time, and had been standing silently outside the door for a few minutes, listening carefully for any sound of misbehaviour. The priest could've sworn that he'd heard laughter a few minutes ago, and that would only mean trouble, so he had hurried outside immediately, and thought that there may have been movement in the special needs cabin, which surprised him. The four boys in their were trusted enough to be housed without a resident grownup, but of course that could also be the cause of any problems developing.
This time, he shone his torch around the cabin, making sure that each bed still contained a child. There certainly didn't appear to be anything out of order.
Laying still, eyes squeezed tightly shut, and heart racing, Dan jumped a bit when he heard Scotts bed suddenly creaking, then his friend started mumbling.
"Huh! Wha? 'Sup?" Dan heard his friend mutter, sounding exactly as if he'd been awoken from a deep slumber.
"Sorry Scott," go back to sleep, a grownups voice intoned kindly, and he heard Scott grunt, then turn over noisily, causing the priest to hastily switch his torch off, and back quickly from the room.
None of the kids dared to speak or move for nearly ten minutes, and Danny was almost about to fall asleep, when Scott spoke up softly.
"You guys still awake?"
Matty answered first, still sounding wide awake and very excited. "Oh man! That was close! Good job dude! You pretendin' to wake up like that convinced him, I think."
Dan voiced his agreement, then kicked violently at the mattress above him.
"Hey! Brown Love Machine! Ya still awake?"
A very groggy "'course I am,"could be heard, but Danny grinned, knowing his friend had nearly fallen asleep.
"Get up Ali! And put your fuckin' pull up on! You haven't done ya dare yet!" Scott was quick to inform him, and Ali groaned softly.
"I reckon we've got maybe two small shots, or one big one left each," Matthew informed them softly, holding the bottle up to the light. "Prolly not enough for two regular ones."
Dan hopped up, and threw Ali's pants and pull up onto his bunk. Ali groaned, but dutifully slipped the Goodnight into his sleeping bag, and eventually wrestled his feet into it, then wriggled it up over his scrawny waist.
Ali then sat up and yawned, swinging his feet over the edge, and wobbling precariously for a moment, causing Dan to put a steadying hand on the boys leg.
"Matty, come give me a hand, big guy. The Brown Love Machine is prolly gonna fall on his face."
Matty grinned at Dan, coming over to help him get Ali off the top bunk, and he looked closely at Dans face.
"You gotta bruise coming up on your forehead Danny. You musta really whacked ya head on the floor."
Dan gingerly raised his hand, probing gently at a spot over his left eye, feeling a slight swelling and pulling his fingers away with a small hiss when he touched where the bruise was forming. He grinned at Matthew, as they each took an arm and leg of Ali's, and started helping him get down from his bunk.
"Yeah! That's tender. Good thing I've got a real hard head I guess. One, two, THREE..."
Ali allowed himself to slide off, and his friends managed to stop him from ending up on the floor himself. Matt passed him his water bottle, and told him to drink as much as he could.
Ali certainly looked a rare sight, wearing a dirty white hoodie and a camouflage pull up as his only clothing, leaning slightly against the bunks for support, as he tilted his water bottle back, and dribbled water over his chin and top, even spilling a bit on the floor, which he groggily dragged his foot through, before slumping his now padded backside back down onto Dans bunk again. "Ahhhhh," he sighed gratefully.
"You alright mate? Not gonna be sick or nothin'?" Scott enquired with a raised eyebrow.
"Nah man, all good," the freshly diapered young teen told him. "Just startin' to feel a bit tired, is all. Gimme 'nother drink. That'll wake me up again."
Scott looked at Matt, who shrugged.
"All right Ali. But just a small one though. Make sure ya drink some water. You're startin' to look a bit pissed."
The other three exchanged a look that was part amusement and part worry while their newly padded buddy drank the shot that was passed to him, then absently pulled at the front of his pants, issuing a surprised "Huh," before looking down at his lap. "Oh yeah, I gotta p'lup on now, don' I?"
"You do mate, and you look very cute," Scott informed him gravely, as he took the empty lid back, making Dan and Matt chuckle, and Ali raise his middle finger and mutter "Ge' fucked," under his breath. It looked like the small, brown skinned boy was nearly asleep.
"That's enough grog for you mate," Scott told him with a worried look. "You stick to water for a bit now." He was relieved when Ali didn't argue, just nodded blearily.
Scott poured a drink for Matthew, who downed it easily. The biggest boy was very red in the face, and his eyes were bloodshot, but he was still moving and talking as easily as ever.
Dan accepted his fifth shot without complaint. He still felt alright, and although he couldn't be bothered trying to think about anything that required in-depth concentration, and his coordination seemed a bit awry, he didn't feel at all sick, and was once again wide awake. Man, he was thirsty though, and he drank deeply from his water bottle after passing the lid back to Scott.
Scott poured his own drink with a shaking hand, drank it, then burped, reaching for his own water bottle. "I'm feelin' it now, boys," he admitted.
Matt and Dan agreed, while Ali merely grunted, but it sounded like an agreeable grunt.
Matt picked up the bottle, examining the remaining contents as he gently shook it.
"Not much left, boys. We're not like gonna get 'nother full one each. We gotta work out what we're gonna do with the bottle, too. Can't just leave it here."
Ali spoke up suddenly, surprising them a bit, as he sounded more sober for a moment.
"I don't wan' anymore, you guys can have it. But I gotta idea 'bout the bottle."
He looked around at them through bleary, bloodshot eyes.
"Is my turn to ask. Danny! Truth'rdare?"
Danny hesitated. He didn't want to have to answer anymore personal questions about Amy, but he certainly didn't want to do a floppy dance either! Especially after seeing Ali's dick. Apparently, Ali was quite well endowed, especially for a young boy, and Dan felt rather insignificant after seeing it.
"I'll go a dare, I guess. But I'm not gonna like take my pants off, so if that's your dare, just give me the freakin' shot already..."
"Nah," Ali said with a drunken leer. "Don't wanna even think 'bout your little white dick! But," he burped, and took a big sip of water, "your dare, is when we finish the bottle, ya gotta sneak it out, and put it in the recycling bin behind the mess hall!"
Dan went pale. This was taking dares to a whole new level. It was bad enough that they were staying up after curfew and drinking. Getting caught outside was raising the stakes considerably. Before he could formulate a response, Scott spoke up, slurring a bit.
"Thas prolly notta good idea Ali. If Danny-boy gets sprung, we'll all go down....."
Matt however, was grinning. "Nah! I like it! It's like the ultimate dare! You gotta sneak the connaband outta here, by yourself, in the dark, in the middle of the fuckin' night! That rocks! If ya got the balls to do it, Danny. Or, are ya gonna wimp out? Fuck it! I'll do it if you won't."
Danny was half full of an alcohol induced bravado. He had been about to refuse the dare point blank. But, not only had Matt questioned his courage, he'd openly volunteered to do it himself! Dan knew that if Matt said it, he meant it, and if he managed it, he would look like a real brave hero, while Danny himself would end up looking like a gutless wimp, a real chicken. He simply couldn't do that! Besides, deep in his heart, he knew that he was a brave little soldier, and brave little soldiers simply weren't afraid of the dark, or of snooping grownups!
"Nah, I'll do it," he declared solemnly. "Let's hurry up and finish it then!"
The last three shots were smaller, and downed easily enough. Dan washed it down with another big drink of water, head spinning a bit now, and he was kinda glad that the bottle was finally empty now, even though it now meant that he now had a scary mission to accomplish.
Dan could only find one shoe, and couldn't be bothered searching for the other one, so he decided to just go in his socks, which were wet and dirty by then anyway. Ali remained seated on the bed, but gave him a lop sided smile and a thumbs up, while Scott and Matt looked out the windows, checking for movement. A real sense of excitement and danger had settled over the kids, and they were drunkenly enjoying it to the max, especially Daniel, who was secretly loving being the centre of attention for his bravery for a change, instead of his diapers.
"Be careful mate, and hurry up. We'll have the last smoke when ya get back," Matt assured him.
Dan drank deeply from his water bottle for the last time, draining it. He received an encouraging fist bump from the standing boys, then took a deep breath as Matt switched the bathroom light off, plunging the cabin into darkness.
He opened the door a bit, and stuck his head out, flinching a bit at the cold night air, as he waited for his night vision to kick in. Once he could see clearly, he slipped out the door, and stood motionless on the top step, as he took in his surroundings. He was pleased that he had his black pants and navy blue hoodie on, the weight of the empty bourbon bottle heavy in the front pouch. His white ankle socks seemed to shine in the moonlight a bit, but he wasn't going back in again to look for his shoes, because his mates would think that he was only stalling.
Satisfied he wasn't being observed, Danny leaped from the top step, avoiding the squeaky stair, and his sock covered feet landed heavily on the dewy grass, instantly saturating his dirty socks, and making him shiver.
The feeling of wet feet, cool night air, highly strung nerves, alcohol, and copious amounts of water suddenly hit him all at once, and he paused long enough to squeeze his dick through his nappy, before hurrying around the side of the cabin into the darkness. Matt and Scott were only vaguely identifiable shapes behind the glass, but he could see their upraised thumbs in the gloom.
Pausing at the rear corner, Dan hunched over, crossing his legs and bending his knees a bit, suddenly extremely desperate to pee. He only had to sneak back behind the next few cabins to find the spot he was looking for, where he could safely dispose of the bottle, which he planned to wipe clean of any fingerprints first.
The spot he was heading for, was where he'd already wet himself twice since he'd been at camp. Once accidentally, the other a pre-emptive strike, but he didn't plan on doing either of those things again.
As soon as he was rid of the damning evidence of the bottle, he would go and pee in the bushes, before anything bad could happen.
Edited September 23, 2017 by Barry
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Chapter 45:
Danny's heart was thumping away quicker than a heavy metal drummer on meth, as he skirted across the open ground separating the cabins. It seemed like every darkened window potentially had a face behind it, and he knew that if by some chance anyone was looking, he'd be seen immediately, and at that hour, it would probably be a grownup who was watching. The cabins didn't have outside lights attached to them, but there were various light posts illuminating the front of them, while the rear was mostly bathed in shadows, and the surrounding bushland helped cloak that area in a shadowy darkness.
Daniel had never been a child who was scared of the dark, but the ever changing shapes caused by the gently swaying trees and shrubs had him glancing around nervously as he paused to get his bearings. It was his ever increasing urgency to urinate that was his prime motivator to keep moving, causing him even more concern than the empty liquor bottle in his hoodie.
Scurrying quickly, but unsteadily, his cold wet feet feeling a bit numb, he stumbled drunkenly a couple of times, somehow maintaining his balance, although he almost tripped over something as he slid to a halt, and was lucky not to slam noisily against the neighbouring cabin. His adrenaline was coursing through his body, and he found himself quickly sobering up with every nerve wracking second he was outside.
Sneaking as stealthily as his drunken young body would allow, he again paused at the next corner, sucking in an audible hiss of air, as his knees jammed themselves together, and his hand squeezed his shrunken boyhood tightly through his padded sleep pants.
Somewhere, an owl hooted, and he felt a shiver of fear as the bushes near him rustled, and he silently prayed that it was only a possum, wombat, or rabbit causing it. A cloud passed in front of the moon, instantly casting his immediate area into even darker shadow, and he had to remind himself that he was a brave little soldier who wasn't at all scared, although he didn't quite believe it. As he passed the next open space, he almost froze with fear when he saw a shadow walking across the far side of the quadrangle, illuminated by the distant lighting, and he was glad he was hidden well behind the light on his side. Peeking out from behind the corner of the cabin, he held his breath as he watched an unidentifiable grownup climb the steps to the toilet block, a stark reminder that he really needed to be extremely vigilant. As he watched from the gloom, he slid a shaking hand inside his pants and boxers, fumbling nervously at the push studs on his onesie, trying to unclip them and save himself a few valuable seconds when the time came. He couldn't seem to manage it though, and knew he'd have to pull his boxers down to gain enough access, so he gritted his teeth, and pressed his hand firmly into his big pull up instead. Once the adult was safely inside and the light came on, Danny again ran blindly in the dark, wincing as his socked foot splashed into a muddy puddle, apparently caused by a leaking tap.
As he crossed the final opening towards the rear of the mess hall, he felt a very small leak escape, and suddenly the tip of his shrivelled penis was encased in a soft warmth, but his gripping hand managed to stem the flow before it could increase in volume. He knew then, that if he didn't find a spot to pee within the next two minutes, he was going to wet his diaper, and it would be a big wetting.
The coast was clear, and he gave a silent prayer of thanks as he made his way to the partitioned area behind the kitchen, where the recycling bins were, beside the storeroom one where he'd already wet himself twice before. He lifted the lid gently, peering inside, trying to gauge how full it was, so he wouldn't make any unnecessary noise dropping the bottle in. It appeared to be almost full, and there was some soft paper inside to muffle any banging noise, and he could also use that to cover the bottle with after.
He gently removed the bottle from his pouch, and held it up, finding there was still perhaps a shot left in it! Grinning to himself, he unscrewed the lid, and swallowed quickly, feeling the warmth spreading through his body like warm pee in a nappy.
He felt that as well, when suddenly, the outside light came on, almost blinding him as he tilted the bottle up, his face looking directly at the light. He was only vaguely aware that he'd leaked a bit though, and was more panicked about his potential discovery, standing in the moonlight and drinking bourbon from the bottle. Almost freaked out, he quickly dropped the bottle into the bin, squinting his eyes and groaning at the sudden clinking noise it produced, but still like a deer trapped in the hypnotic glare of an oncoming truck.
Dan turned and ran, bumping into the partition, then stumbling to his knees on the wet grass, knowing that in any second he would be discovered. Scrambling to his feet once more, he took a few staggering, lurching steps towards the bushes, squeezing himself behind a large gum tree that grew in front of some thick bushes, and was surprised when the light suddenly went out.
Gripping the tree trunk firmly, heart hammering, Daniel poked his head around the tree, seeing nothing. He was still pretty drunk, and not thinking properly, and it took him a moment to realise that it was a motion sensor light that he'd activated, and he hadn't actually been discovered. As his heart rate slowed, he rested his forehead against the bark of the tree, pulling it back quickly as he discovered the swelling bump above his eye was extremely tender, but he didn't give a crap about that at all.
Aware that his pull up had a small warm spot in it now, his next thought was one of relief, knowing that he could now safely pee where he was, and nobody was around. He shivered a bit when it felt like something crawled along his face, and he uttered an almost silent cry of disgust, as he brushed at his smooth and slightly chubby cheek, brushing away a small insect that had apparently decided to investigate him. Feeling nervous and a bit disgusted, he backed gently away from the bushes, then was able to pull his trackies and boxers down enough to give him access to his onesie.
Then the sensor light came on again....
Back in the cabin, Scott and Matt watched Danny's departure with the true excitement that only childhood can produce. This was, simply put, one of the most exciting, fun things that the kids had ever done, and as dangerous as it was, it was freaking awesome! Even Ali, who somehow remained upright on Dans bed, seemingly more asleep than awake, kept mumbling for updates. Still clad in only his filthy white hoodie and camouflage pull up, he occasionally plucked at it a bit, apparently forgetting that he had it on, and from time to time he would open his legs to stare at confusion at what he was wearing, before smiling drunkenly to himself and then staring at nothing in particular.
The two boys keeping watch were bubbling with excitement. It was now after midnight, but the adrenaline ensured that they stayed awake, and they kept drunkenly whispering to each other about what an awesome time that they were having, and how this was just the best camp ever! A sudden vague light appeared behind one of the cabins, and Matt went pale, immediately suspecting that their friend had been busted, but Scott quickly reassured him that it was only the sensor light, and it meant that Dan had safely arrived at his destination.
"Does Dan know about the sense-light thingy?" Matt asked.
Scott shrugged. "He does now," and both boys entered a fit of almost silent giggles as they realised how scary it might be for him if he didn't already know.
Their laughter was short lived however, as a door opened on the cabin next door, and the tall, shadowy figure of a grownup emerged, making the boys fall silent, stepping quickly back from their window as the man disappeared behind the cabin from which he'd emerged.
"That's Mr Clarkson," Scott hissed. "You know, Jacks dad? He's one of the parent helpers!"
"Aw man," Matt replied, sounding distressed. "What the fucks he doing?"
"Dunno. Maybe he's going for a leak or something?"
The light in the distance suddenly shut itself off, only seconds before Mr. Clarkson disappeared behind the cabins, only to suddenly come on again thirty seconds later, and the boys looked fearfully at each other.
Dan yanked his pants back up again, and quickly stepped back into the shadows behind the tree again, not in the slightest bit concerned about bugs or spiders anymore. He pressed his front tightly against the tree, and peeked around it, hoping he was deep enough in the shadows to be invisible. He saw a grownup standing there, about forty feet away, fumbling with a cigarette lighter, and he recognised the parent helper immediately. The camp was supposed to be completely smoke free, including the adults, so it suddenly made sense as to why he would be sneaking around behind the cabins after midnight. It was the only place the man could go to sneak a furtive cigarette without getting caught.
Dan could hardly breathe. His pulse was racing, and he couldn't ever remember feeling so scared. He crossed his legs, and started bending slightly at the waist, while his right hand found its way into his sweat pants, and he anxiously grabbed and pulled at his nappy, through the intervening layers of his cotton boxers and onesie flap. His dick started to pulse and twitch, getting fuller, and grinding itself into the small warm spot on the front of his diaper. He kept see-sawing his socked feet, swapping his weight from heel to toe on alternating sides as he leaned against the tree.
Daniel really wanted to actually grab his dick. He knew if he could squeeze it properly, he could manage to maintain control, but all he could do for now was grasp it through the padding, and that wouldn't be enough to allow him to retain the control that he so desperately needed.
Suddenly, he felt sick. He was perspiring, in spite of the cold air, and the bourbon was starting to curdle in his guts. His tummy was actually starting to hurt, and his little bladder felt sore and swollen. He was rooted to the spot with fear, and didn't dare move anything except for his constantly moving hand inside his pants, and his filthy socks.
He no longer felt like a brave little soldier, but more like a frightened little boy.
Mr. Clarkson finished his cigarette, butted it out, and threw the butt in the bin, and Dans spirit soared, hoping the adult would simply return from whence he came. But it soon crashed to earth again quickly, and his alcohol-thinned blood turned to ice water in his veins, as the grownup hawked and spat, then started walking directly towards Dans tree, unzipping his jeans as he approached.
Daniel pushed himself even harder against the tree, as if trying to somehow merge into it, and he forced his cold feet to stop moving, even managing to stop his hand from actively massaging his padded crotch, although he left his hand inside his sweats, cupping his shrivelling genitals through the puffy thickness.
Mr. Clarkson coughed and spat again as he approached, and Dan pulled his head swiftly back into the shadows, and thanks to the ambient light coming from the building, he could see the grownups shadow growing larger as he got closer, apparently meaning to pee against the same tree that Dan was hiding behind.
Danny froze, hardly daring to breath, as he could hear the sound of rustling clothing coming from only six feet away, and he winced as he held the front of his cotton boxers firmly in the palm of his right hand.
The next sound Dan heard was a relaxed, contented sigh, followed immediately by the sound of running water, as the adults urine stream started splashing loudly against the other side of the tree.
Dan gritted his teeth, but he couldn't hold on, and he felt his diaper suddenly getting warm from the inside, as his bladder completely let go, coating his pubic area and shrivelled balls with sticky wet heat, then, mere seconds later, he could feel the nappy getting warm and swelling up with his hand.
It was one of those moments of abject helplessness that he hated, like wetting himself at the beach with his old school, or when he played football with his current mates. He couldn't do a damn thing about it, even when his little finger suddenly started getting wet, and a trickle ran down his right leg, getting his sock even dirtier than it already was. His little-kiddie bladder had suffered enough, and the alcohol, water, cold, and fear had made any further attempts at holding on impossible, and he was still wetting himself while Mr. Clarkson suddenly zipped himself up, and started walking away, softly humming a wordless tune to himself as he turned the corner of the cabin, leaving Danny with a wet stripe down his leg, and another on his face, as a tear rolled silently down. |
Chapter 46:
Danny didn’t dare to move for a couple of minutes. He heard the door of Mr Clarksons cabin closing, and gave the man a bit of time to get back to bed. He could only pray that the grownup wouldn’t still be up, and looking through the window while he was making his way back to his own cabin.
He didn’t really cry as such, although a couple of tears ran down his cheeks. They were born as much from frustration as from anything else. Yet again he’d put himself in a precarious situation peeing wise, and yet again he’d wet himself. He could find a valid excuse for himself nearly every time, but it still happened way too often, incontinence or not, for him to keep believing his own excuses. Even though he’d wet himself again, and was beginning to accept that it might happen sometimes, he was incredibly pissed off at himself for not taking better care. Again.
“It’s not over yet,” he told himself stoically.
He hadn’t leaked a huge amount, just a bit down his right leg. It was dark in the cabin, the toilet light providing the only illumination, and he was wearing his silky black sweat pants. The guys were drunk, and probably wouldn’t even notice. His socks were wet from the ground, so wet footprints would be expected, and he could go straight to the bathroom and take his diaper off. He steeled himself, wiping his cheeks dry with his sleeve, and headed back.
Although his head was spinning a bit, he remained sure footed on the return journey, and felt more sober than when he’d left, the cool air and sudden fright both helping to to clear his mind. He stayed low and silent, sneaking along like a good little soldier, using the shadows to his advantage as he snuck back, grinning as he saw two shapes standing in the window of his cabin, giving him an excited thumbs up. The door opened before he reached the top step, and he almost dived inside, his heart hammering, pulse pounding in his ears.
Scott sounded relieved, “Jesus man! What happened? We thought you was going to get sprung by Mr Clarkson! He walked right around behind you when ya left. Did ya see him?”
Dan slumped against the wall, trying to catch his breath. He would’ve liked to sit on his bed, but he didn’t trust his pull up, which felt extremely heavy, and besides, Ali was slumping over to the side, limiting the available space.
“See him? He almost pissed on me!” Dan declared shakily, then grinned at his friends shocked expression. He hastily explained what had happened, and the three of them started giggling quietly. Ali didn’t join in, as he appeared to be falling asleep.
Danny’s plan on changing immediately was thwarted though. Before he had a chance to think up a plan, Matt checked the time, and yawned.
“Nearly half one boys. Whaddya say we have our last smokes and go to bed?”
Scott was grinning and nodding drunkenly, so Dan absently wiped his hand across his silky sweatpants, and decided that nobody would notice he was a bit wet. If he made a big deal about getting changed first, his friends would no doubt connect the dots and figure out he’d wet himself again. He gritted his teeth, but forced what he hoped was an enthusiastic smile of his own.
Ali was still awake, but appeared to be lost in his own little world. He was staring at nothing in particular, and his eyes kept drooping. Scott nudged the others and pointed at him with a sly grin.
“Hey! Love machine! Wanna smoke?” Matt said with a grin.
“Huh?” Ali replied groggily, coming back to reality again.
Scott repeated his friends question, and the darker boy seemed to understand at last, and sat up a bit straighter, moving into the light a bit more.
Scott giggled at his friends drunken, over exaggerated carefulness as he wobbled his way towards the edge of Dans bed, and he stepped over to help Ali to his feet. But when he got nearer to him, he did a double take, pausing to look at the still seated boy, before sitting down beside him, and speaking gently.
“Ali, buddy, you okay mate?”
Ali looked at his friends with bleary eyes, trying his best to focus.
“Huh? Wassup? Yeah man. Why?”
Scott wasn’t smiling any more, and he exchanged a slightly concerned look with the other boys, who didn’t understand Scott’s sudden change of mood. He put his hand gently on the Indian boys shoulder, and spoke gently but seriously to him.
“Ali, mate, I think you’ve wet yourself a bit.”
“Wha? No way,” he replied, not seeming to understand what his friend had said. But Scott was adamant.
“Yes way buddy. I think you’ve peed yourself mate.”
You could have heard a pin drop in the silence that engulfed the cabin. For Dan and Matt it had the same effect as seeing a train wreck about to occur. They really didn’t want to see, but had to look anyway. Sure enough, the front of Ali’s camouflage pull up was all puffy and swollen, and the camouflage pattern had faded.
Ali grabbed at his crotch, missing with the first attempt, and swinging his hand onto his Goodnight with more force, making a loud squishy sound. He squeezed himself hard, then looked up at his friends with a mixture of guilt and horror, and started mumbling almost incoherently at them.
“No man. Uh-uh. Didn’t. No way,” but he was obviously more awake than he had been only seconds before, and his coordination had almost magically improved. He cupped his diaper again, squeezed it, and again a squelching sound could be clearly heard. Both Dan and Matthew exchanged a worried look, and shuffled their feet uncomfortably, Dans filthy wet socks leaving trails on the wooden floor.
“No dude,” Ali repeated mournfully. “Think I musta like spilled my drink on myself or something maybe?” He kept pulling at his wet diaper in disbelief, hitching back a worried sob in his throat.
Scott sighed. “If you say so mate. That’s prolly ‘zactly what happened eh? Right guys?”
He turned to Danny and Matt, who exchanged another uncomfortable glance, before speaking up with forced enthusiasm.
“Course ya did mate,” Matt said quietly, while Dan mumbled something that sounded positive.
“Danny, give me a hand here,” Scott instructed, automatically taking on the role of group leader once again, assuming the authority with a naturalness that most people will never have, let alone a fourteen year old child. When Scott took charge, the other boys always listened, and Dan immediately stepped forward to grab Ali’s other arm.
“Come on mate, lets get you up,” Scott said with authority. “One, two, three, GO!”
He and Dan pulled, and between them they got Ali to his feet, while Matt stepped forward to assist if the drunk boy should suddenly topple forward, but although he looked a bit unsteady, he remained upright. But now, standing in the light, the state of his pull up was glaringly obvious, as it sagged low on his hips, exposing a small but thick thatch of black pubic hair.
Scott reassured his friend. “Come on mate, lets get you into the toilet, okay?”
Ali didn’t speak, but issued a muffled sob as he nodded his head. He was a bit unsteady on his feet, but once he was up and moving, he became more orientated, especially with Scott and Dan supporting him. Matt followed closely behind, only pausing to grab their remaining cigarettes from his bag.
The four kids entered the brightly lit toilet, squinting their bleary eyes at the harsh light. Ali saw the open toilet cubicle in front of him, and suddenly felt his stomach flip. He shook himself free of his friends steadying grip, and with a dexterity that none of them would’ve believed possible only moments ago, he lunged into the stall, fell to his knees, and stuck his head nearly into the bowl. A loud, liquid retching noise filled the room.
His trio of friends exchanged a worried glance, and Scott eventually broke the silence, after Ali had vomited for the second time.
“You okay mate? Can we, uh, like get you anything?”
Ali sounded more lucid when he replied.
“Jesus. Fuck. Oh God, that’s better,” then he retched again, and groaned.
“Shit. Think I’m finished.”
“Wanna hand up?” Danny asked.
“Uh-uh. Wanna jus’ sit here for awhile. You guys haveya smoke. I’m jus’ gonna stay here,” then he burped deeply, and put his head back over the bowl again.
The other boys looked at each other, and Scott shrugged.
“Okay buddy. We’ll go have a smoke in the shower. Don’t fall in, ‘kay?”
Ali’s mumbled response was unintelligible, but sounded like “‘s okay.”
“What are we going to do with him?” Dan whispered to his friends in a worried voice. “He’s obviously peed himself, and he can’t go to bed like that. ‘Sides, he might do it again.”
Scott shrugged. “We’re gonna have to help him change I guess. If he wets himself again in bed, it’ll go everywhere!”
Matt went pale. “What? You want us to change him? Like a freakin’ baby?”
“Shut up idiot! He’s only over there,” Scott hissed, reprimanding Matt, who lowered his head guiltily. “I don’t mean “change,” change, just help him to put another pull up on, that’s all. We’re not gonna like touch him or nothing!”
Matt spoke again, but kept his voice lowered this time. “Ah fuck dude. I dunno. Seems kinda gay or something....”
“Fuck off Matty. It’s not fucking gay at all. It’s called helping a mate out. Ali would do it for you!”
“He wouldn’t have to mate. I’m not the one passing out and peeing in a diaper, am I ?”
Dan could sense an argument brewing, so he tried to calm things down.
“Don’t argue guys. I’ll help ya Scott. You’re right. He can’t stay like that. We’re gonna have to help him. Have you got any pull ups left, I’ve only got two. One for tonight and one for the ride home tomorrow.”
“Yeah. I got some camos left. What about the one you’re wearing now?”
Dan felt himself blushing. “Uh, it’s wet I guess.....”
Matt surprised him by patting his shoulder. “Don’t look so worked up ‘bout it Danny. We know ya can’t help it. It’s okay.”
Dan felt the tension leaving his body. He hadn’t expected that reaction from the bigger boy.
“Ah, thanks Matty,” he replied bashfully.
They finished their cigarettes, and groaned when Matt pointed out it was now well after two o’clock. Lights would be coming on in a little over four hours, and the boys were now physically exhausted. But they steeled themselves for what had to be done.
Matt volunteered to make everybody’s bed, because he really didn’t want a part of the changing bit. They decided that Dan and Ali would swap bunks, putting Ali on the bottom, as they didn’t think they’d be able to get him into the top one, and if he did, he might fall out during the night. Besides, he was just as likely to wet the bed as what Danny was. While he was doing that, Scott fetched a fresh pull up from his bag.
The two boys stood at the open stall and looked at their friend. Ali had fallen asleep with his head leaning against the wall, while still on his knees. It was a miracle that he hadn’t fallen over. Between his legs was a small puddle of water, and a tell tale wet streak glistened on the dark skin of his leg, dripping from his diaper, which was sagging so low his butt crack was visible. He had obviously wet himself again while he slept.
“Ah fuck, Ali,” Scott mumbled, but they went in and managed to wake him up, then help him to his feet.
Ali was more asleep than awake, and listed heavily against the wall while Dan put a steadying arm around his shoulders for support. Scott took a deep breath, then quickly pulled the heavy Goodnight from Ali’s waist, and it hit the floor with a heavy sounding splat.
“Step up mate. Lift ya feet up,” he instructed, and Ali automatically complied, although he didn’t seem to understand what was going on.
Scott considered wiping the boy with a towel, but couldn’t force himself to do it. That was just pushing their friendship a bit too far. Instead, he opened up the fresh diaper, and gently coaxed Ali’s feet into it, while Danny made sure he didn’t fall over. Both boys tried to ignore Ali’s boyhood which hung limply from his groin, shriveled up and small. They simultaneously released a pent up breath when Scott snugged the nappy up tightly around the boys waist. Then, between them, they led him back into the bedroom, where Matt was putting the finishing touches to Ali’s bed.
They couldn’t possibly get the boy into his sleeping bag, so Matt had fully unzipped it, turning it into a blanket, and had laid a folded towel down across the mattress, just in case. They sat him on the edge of the bed, and Danny made sure that he forced Ali to drink a big drink of water first, hoping it might help to alleviate his impending hangover in a few hours, then they got him tucked into the bunk, where he was snoring before his head hit the pillow.
As exhausted as Dan was, he needed a quick shower. His diaper was starting to make him feel itchy, and his legs were sticky with dried pee. He excused himself, openly carrying his fresh adult pull up into the bathroom without bothering to hide it. After all, his mates knew he was wet anyway, and after helping to change their friends diaper, it just didn’t seem like such a big deal anymore.
Dan undressed while the shower warmed up, grimacing with distaste at the condition of his once white socks. They were basically ruined, and he hoped his mother wouldn’t be too angry with him because of it.
The thought of his mum made him suddenly feel very homesick, and he stepped quickly into the shower just as he felt a tear slip from his eye. He was spent, physically and emotionally, and just wanted to go to bed. He showered quickly, not getting his shaggy hair wet, and felt a lot better when he stepped into the fresh, clean pull up.
After he disposed of his soaked nappy, as well as Ali’s Goodnight, he stepped into his last pair of clean boxers, and his last pair of clean socks, then padded back into the bedroom and climbed into the top bunk, a spot he’d never dreamed of having.
The other three kids were all fast asleep and snoring, and Dan doubted he’d get to sleep at all, but, three minutes later, he was asleep as well, but with his thumb tucked deep inside his mouth. |
Chapter 47
The lights switched on, blazingly bright it seemed, and four tired boys groaned almost in unison. Three of them immediately reached under their sleeping bags, and scratched lazily at their crotches, and although all three of them found diapers there, one of them uttered a confused “Wha’ da fuck?”
Scotty laughed softly. “Hey! Ali! You’re still alive! We were worried ‘bout you bro!”
“Worried?” Ali said in a concerned voice. “Why? And whadda fuck am I wearing?”
“You gotta pull up on mate,” Matt informed him. “Dontcha remember?”
Slowly, it came back to him. Well, most of it. He remembered the game of Truth or Dare, and Dans brave mission to dispose of the bottle, but not much else after that, although he had a vague memory of vomiting violently in the toilet at some stage. But why did he still have it on?
“Cause you kinda pissed yourself mate, a coupla times,” Dan told him with a grin.
“Whaaaaaat? No way!” The young Indian boy sounded shocked.
“Yes way,” Scotty informed him. “We thought you was gonna die.”
He chuckled, and Matt slipped Dan a cheeky wink from one top bunk to the other.
Suddenly, they were awake, and Ali’s three mates wasted no time in filling him in on all the gory details, leaving him feeling an abject mortification that he’d rarely felt before. If his friends hadn’t been teasing him good naturedly, he probably would’ve crawled back under the covers and stayed there.
“Urgh. Thanks guys. I mean it. Sorry you hadda deal with that.”
“Nothing me and Danny boy don’t deal with all the time,” Scott assured him. “But fuck, don’t do it again!”
“How are you this morning?” Danny asked. “Did you wet in your sleep? Ya feel sick or anything?”
Ali reached gingerly under his sleeping bag again, this time knowing what to expect. He winced as his hand slipped inside his little nappy, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found it to be dry.
“I’m dry boys, and I think I feel ok. Musta been because I threw up so much. Blegh! But I’ve gotta awful taste in my mouth.”
A pair of brown feet with white soles appeared from the top bunk above Dan, as he sat up straight. “Don’t think I’ve gotta headache either, but my guts feel a bit squirmy. How did you guys go? Anyone pee in their sleep?”
A few weeks ago, this question would never have been asked out loud, because of the shocked silence that would’ve followed, but it seemed that lately, it was somehow more acceptable to talk about it. That was proven when Scott answered first, without any qualms.
“Nope! I can’t believe it, but I’m dry. Guess because we peed only like four hours ago? What about you Danny?”
“Nope. I’m good,” came the reply, and Matt hastened to agree as well.
Although he was dry, Dan needed to pee, so he pushed past Ali’s dangling legs, and got up.
“Ugh. I feel a bit crook as well,” he said.
“Headache?” Scott enquired.
“Nah, just bloated. Ooof. I gotta pee.” He stumbled into the bathroom.
By the time everyone had used the toilet, and brushed their teeth, it was determined that although nobody had a bad headache, they had all definitely felt better before. Because Scott and Dan woke up dry, and didn’t feel the best, they decided to skip the shower and just head to breakfast. Ali knew he probably should shower after last night, but settled on using his deodorant instead. After all, they would be home later that day, and would probably have a bath or shower before bed tonight.
Inside the Grand Hall, they lined up for breakfast. Matt loaded his plate with bacon and eggs, but his three companions went easier, just having toast and juice. Dan didn’t even finish his juice. It wasn’t going down all that easily, and besides, there was a long bus ride home still to come.
The boys were just finishing their breakfast, with Matt still wolfing down his big plate, when Aiden sidled up to the table.
“Hi guys, what’s up?” He enquired jovially.
Pleasantries were exchanged, then Ali and Scott took their trays back, leaving Dan at one end of the table talking to little Aiden, while Matt concentrated on finishing his meal.
“How did you go last night?” Dan whispered to the boy.
Aiden beamed, showing off his bottom row of baby teeth. “Really good Dan! I didn’t have no accident at all! But it felt good having that “thing” on, you know, just in case.”
“Anyone catch you wearing it?” Dan asked.
“Nah. I put it on after I got in my sleeping bag, just like you told me too. No one saw it.”
“What about this morning? Like when you showered?”
“I didn’t,” he said. “Like I told ya yesterday, I don’t like getting undressed around the other boys if I can help it. I’m, you know, just too little at the moment. ‘Sides, I’ll prolly have a bath tonight I reckon.”
“Same here mate,” Dan replied. “I couldn’t be bothered either. But you got rid of it ok? No one saw it in the bin or nothing?”
Aiden lowered his voice even more, leaning in closer to his friend. “I’m still wearing it Dan. I thought it was prolly easier to leave it on, ‘stead of like trying to hide it or anything. Besides, nobody’s gunna see it.”
The words were no sooner out of his mouth, when Robbie, who had just returned his own tray, walked past Aiden’s back as he talked. Suddenly, without warning, he grabbed the smaller boys pants, and sharply pulled them down to his ankles, boxers and all, leaving Aiden standing there, with his little camouflage nappy on full display.
Robbie screamed with mirth.
“HEY GUYS! CHECK IT OUT! AIDS IS WEARING A DIAPER!”
100 pairs of eyes all turned to look, as poor little Aiden squealed, and tried to pull his pants up, as the laughter started.
Dan would swear later that he didn’t even see Matt move, but the bigger boy lunged to his feet, grabbing Robbie by the front of his shirt, and slamming him forcefully into the wall with all his strength.
Robbies head literally bounced off the wall with a resounding crack, and tears automatically sprung to the eyes of the biggest kid in the room. Matt pulled his fist back, aiming right at the bigger boys nose, and Robbie whimpered, ducking his head.
“JACKSON! ENOUGH! LET HIM GO!”
The grownup voice bellowed from across the room, at the same time Scott and Ali arrived to grab Matt’s arms, dragging him backwards, while a whimpering Robbie collapsed to his knees.
Matt shrugged the other boys off, and looked over the pathetic site of the bigger kid hunkered down on the floor. The fact that when he spoke, and his voice was calm, quiet, and measured, made his statement even more chilling than if he had of yelled.
“If you ever, EVER, fuck around with my friends again Williams, I will fucking kill you, gottit?”
The owner of the grownup voice, Mr Davies, arrived a second later, spinning Matt around, and pushing him towards the door.
“Jackson. Cabin. NOW!” Matt kept his head high, and walked from the Grand Hall without saying a word.
“Mr Gibbs,” Mr Davies said breathlessly, talking to another teacher, I’ll deal with Jackson, if you could deal with Williams please,” as he headed out the door behind Matthew.
Meanwhile, a sobbing Aiden had pulled his pants up, and run out during the commotion, leaving a visibly upset Father Ryan to chase after him.
Silence reigned supreme for about thirty seconds, then 87 boys all started chattering away to each other in excited whispers.
Upon entering Matt’s cabin, he found the boy sitting sideways on Scott’s bed, head bowed, arms resting casually on his knees.
“Want to tell me what that was all about mate?”
Matt shrugged. “You saw it,” he dolefully replied. “Robbie was being a prick. He upset little Aiden. Someone hadda do something.” At that, he raised his eyes in a challenging glare.
The teacher sighed, and sat down beside the boy. “Matt, that’s what the teachers are for. You can’t just go off half cocked like that! You’ve already had one suspension this year for fighting, haven’t you?”
Matt shrugged. “Yes sir. The bigger kids were picking on Ali. Calling him the N word and stuff. You’re not s’posed to use that in school.”
“Tell me Matthew, how do you think your folks will react if you get suspended again?”
“Mum’ll be mad,” the boy said sullenly, but daddy, *cough dad, always tells me to stick up for my friends, or people being bullied.”
He drew in a watery sounding breath, wiped his nose on his sleeve, and fell silent.
“But why did you react like that?”
Matthew sighed deeply. “Mr Davies, Sir, two of my bestest mates like haveta wear diapers, one of them even during the day. They’re good blokes. It’s not fair! They can’t help it. Poor Aids pissed the bed the other night. It’s not his fault. Robbie had no right to like ‘barrass him like that. Aids is just a little kid Sir. Not fair.”
Mr Davies sighed, but smiled, and patted the boy gently on the knee. He knew he shouldn’t, in fact he was probably putting himself at risk by being alone with a student, the way the world works these days, but something had to be done.
“Tell you what, Matthew. I think back at school, two lunchtime detentions will do you, no report, no suspension, no note home.”
Matthew sat up straight, hardly able to believe what he was hearing!
“But,” the teacher continued, “This is your last warning. One more outburst like that, you’ll get a week, got it?”
Matt nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He never, EVER, cried, but he felt damn close to it now.
Mr Davies stood up. “I’ll go finish my breakfast now Mr Jackson. Why don’t you tidy up in here for awhile? Busses leave at 11.30.”
Matt offered a watery smile. “Yes sir, I will.”
The teacher got to the door, when Matt stopped him. “Sir?” He turned around. “Thank you.”
Mr Davies smiled, but as he left, Matt stopped him again. “Sir? What’s gonna happen to Robbie?”
The teacher grinned. “Not my problem Mr Jackson. That’s why I chose you to deal with!” Then he left.
Minutes later, the cabin door burst open, as the other occupants barged in, Scott in the lead, and the other boys right behind. There was Matt, stoic as ever, looking apparently unfazed by the whole thing, as he calmly folded his dirty clothes into his backpack. Of course, they were full of questions, and he had to fill them in on his conversation with the teacher.
Scott clapped him on the back. “Wow mate! I think you got off lucky. Can’t believe you just went at him like that in front of everybody! I thought you’d be in deep shit for sure!”
Ali agreed. “You better watch out for Robbie I reckon. He won’t be happy ‘bout this.”
Matt only sneered. “What’s he gonna do about it? He knows I can take him. He’s a bully. Only tough with the little kids. He doesn’t scare me.”
The other kids knew this wasn’t false bravado either. Matt wasn’t scared of anyone.
“What happened to Aids?”
“Dunno,” Dan told him. “He ran out crying. Haven’t seen him since.”
Matt only nodded, looking thoughtful.
“Man. I gotta take a crap,” Ali politely informed them, and disappeared into the bathroom. Dan realised that he needed to as well. He definitely wasn’t feeling the best after their late night! But he waited for Ali to return before he went.
“Matty,” Scott ventured, “Do ya think Robbie will tell on you, ya know, about the bourbon? Get revenge?”
Matt shook his head. “Nah. Robbie might be a bit of a dickhead, but, he’s not a narc. ‘Sides, he’s the one who sold it to me, remember?”
Scott had to agree that his mates logic was sound, so he dropped the subject, and started packing up his own stuff.
A lot of the kids were now playing outside, but our intrepid foursome weren’t up to it, Dan and Ali in particular. It seemed like they felt the worst of them all, so they all got packed, and just lounged around on their bare bunks until it became time to leave.
Dan made sure to go to the toilet twice more before he left, including moving his bowels again, which seemed a touch watery. Ali was the same, and they agreed that the alcohol really didn’t agree with their stomachs at all.
At 11.00, they lined up for their final roll call, and were ready to board twenty minutes later. Before the boys boarded the bus, Scott suddenly nudged Matt, and pointed across the quadrangle, where a very disconsolate looking little boy was approaching with his head bowed low, but not low enough to hide his red eyes and cheeks, as he trudged along beside Father Ryan, refusing to make eye contact with anybody.
Suddenly, the whispering and giggling started like a wave, as boy after boy nudged his friends, pointing out the sorrowful sight. Nobody actually addressed Aiden personally, but words like “baby,” and “nerd,” could easily be heard, and they were the nicest words.
Scott, Dan, and Ali, all jumped, when Matt yelled out loudly, “AIDEN! AIDS! Come here buddy, you come sit with us,” before he looked around, making eye contact with every kid who looked at him, and one by one, they all averted their eyes, and the giggling chatter quickly stopped.
Mr Davies smiled at Father Ryan, and the priest returned it. |
Chapter 48.
Wednesday. In town.
Sue was at work, when her phone rang. She was surprised to see it was her husband calling! Being away onsite, he rarely had the chance to call until he got back to his cabin in the evening.
“Hi honey! How are you? Everything okay?”
“Hi Suzie-Q” he replied, using a pet nickname for her. “Don’t panic. Everything is fine. Better than fine actually. We’re going to be wrapping up this week. I’ll be home next Monday!”
“Ah Pete, that’s wonderful,” she gushed. “A whole week early, and before Danny goes on holidays! He’ll be wrapped!”
“Yep! And I still get paid for next week too. I love good contracts! We finished way ahead of schedule. But don’t tell him. I want it to be a surprise. Can’t wait to see you guys. I’m so sick of twelve hour days, desert heat, and bloody red dirt! How’s you and the boy going? I miss youse.”
“We’re good. Danny’s at camp, remember? I’m knocking off early to pick him up today. They should be getting on the bus anytime now.”
“How’s my little bloke going? I really didn’t think you’d get him to go you know? Poor little bugger. Hope it went ok for him.”
“Your ‘Poor Little Bugger,’ has been a right royal pain in the ass lately Peter,” she informed him.
“Oh? Why? What’s wrong?”
Sue sighed. She wasn’t going to mention Danny’s smoking, and she didn’t want to sound like she was complaining too much, as her husband always felt guilty about his prolonged absences, and she didn’t want him to feel any worse.
“Nothing really I suppose. He’s just becoming a moody teenager I guess. I suppose it’s something they all go through. I’m sure he’ll be a lot better when his daddy gets back. He always cheers up when you’re home. At least until your next swing starts again. Is the new contract still on?”
Pete cleared his throat. “Wellllllll, not exactly babe. It looks like it’s fallen through. They’re going to contract it out to overseas workers, again.”
“Assholes,” she muttered. “This’ll be the third time. Then you’ll get called in to fix all their screw ups later.”
“You know it,” he replied with a chuckle. “That’s when my price goes up.”
She laughed with him. “So what’s next? Got anything lined up?”
“Well, sort of,” he said slowly. “I was actually thinking of taking some time off. Spend more time with you and Danny. Maybe a couple of months....”
“Oh Pete, that would be wonderful, but can we afford it? I know there’s money in the bank, but part of that’s Dans University fund, plus his school fees are due, he’s going to want a car in a few years, plus there’s the mortgage, and the....”
Pete chuckled. “Stop right there. I know all this. But, what if I told you I might have something else lined up closer to home. Less money of course, but only a days drive. Also, cash money, no taxes, with a few other perks as well?”
“I’d say it sounds wonderful sweetie. Doing what?”
“Same gig. Electrical. You remember Mario? Mario Costanza?”
“Yeah. What about him?”
“Well apparently Mario’s bought an, um, lets just say an investment property. Needs a lot of work. He wants me to get a full crew to help him. Not just us, but brickies, plumbers, landscapers, the whole works. Not a huge job, but big enough. Perhaps a week, ten days. Plus it’s during kiddos holidays! I can run the site. It’s got a few added benefits as well. Do you fancy a trip up north in the warmth during Danny’s break? I know you’re taking time off anyway, I can put you to work too. Pay you through the books. I’ll need a few ladies. Maybe Sonia might be interested? She was going to take a break over little Amy’s holidays...”
A trip up north in the warmth sounded brilliant to Sue! “Go ahead, I’m listening.....”
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Nikki clapped her hands with glee, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
“OhmyGod Ames! You’re right! He’s adorable!” She was cuddling her friends new Danny Doll.
Amy had felt a bit weird, bringing her new stuffie to school, but she had really wanted to show her best friend.
“It looks just like him,” Nikki added.
“Toldya, didn’t I?” Amy replied, taking her little Danny back and stuffing him into her backpack, leaving his head sticking out, (so he could see of course!) “Come on, I want to go to the girls room before class start.”
Once inside, the giggling girls disappeared into two separate cubicles, where Amy removed her bloomers and big pull up diaper, peed, and pulled her still dry special pants back up again in no time. She was washing her hands, when Nikki called out softly, “Ames? Are you still there?”
“Sure am Nik? Whatcha doing in there? Did you fall in?”
The door of her cubicle opened, and Nikki stuck her head out, looking left and right, mouthing the words, “Is anybody in here?”
“Nope. Just us, what’s wrong?”
“Um, I’m sorry to ask, but have you got any of that, um, you know, ah, nappy rash cream in your bag?”
“Sure do! Why? Are you getting a bit sore?”
Nikki blushed. “Ummm, yeah. I think I kinda went a bit too far yesterday, on my walk home. I’m a bit sore today.”
Amy grinned as she put her bag on the bench, and started rummaging through the side pockets, where she kept her secret supplies.
“Ha! I KNEW you’d pee in that didee before you got home! I just knew you wouldn’t be able to resist!”
Still blushing, Nikki couldn’t help but grin. “Not exactly Ames, but you’re kinda half right. I told myself if I made it home dry, I’d keep it, and wear it to bed. But I had an accident on the bus. A real one! While I was sitting next to Taylor.....”
Amy shrieked with laughter. “What? A real accident? Not a pre-emptive strike?”
“A REAL accident,” the smaller girl replied, with a certain amount of pride. “I almost totally peed myself on the bus! Plus I leaked. I had to sit my bag on my lap and everything, plus my dress got a bit wet on my bum.”
“Ah! There it is,” Amy replied, finally retrieving the tube of rash cream. “Honestly Nik, you’re unbelievable! But I guess that’s why I love ya.”
She had meant that in a nice, wholesome, friendly way, and didn’t notice how Nikki smiled, and blushed even deeper. “Here you go mate.”
Nikki took the tube, and let the door swing shut, but didn’t lock it. A minute passed, and she still didn’t come out. “Come on Nik! The bells gonna go in a minute!”
She heard a mutter of frustration from within. “Ames? Can you come and help me please?”
Amy swung the door open, and saw her friend standing there, with her little girls dress uniform pulled up over her stomach, wearing a very wet pair of bright pink panties underneath, with her bloomers, which she was apparently wearing for a change, puddled around her ankles.
“NIKKI!” She whispered loudly. “What’re you doing?”
“I can’t hold my dress up, and put the cream on at the same time,” Nikki explained innocently. “Can you help me? Quick? Before the bell goes or anyone comes in?”
Amy looked around, making sure the coast was clear. She certainly didn’t want to be seen sharing a cubicle with Nikki, or indeed anyone, and she didn’t want to leave her bag unattended on the bench, especially since Little Danny was watching her! She grabbed the open tube of cream from her friend, anxious to get out quickly.
“Why are you so wet Nik? When did you do that?”
“Just now. I sat on the toilet and wet my knickers,” the girl replied casually, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “‘Cause I wore my bloomers today, I can’t like do a sneaky piddle on the grass or anything, so I figured I’d just go in the potty instead!”
“Unbelievable,” Amy muttered again, unable to repress a smirk. “They’re, uh, a bit baggy now mate. Can you maybe blot them a bit, and pull them up nice and tight?”
Nikki took a big wad of toilet paper, and pressed it tightly into her saturated panties, then pulled them up tight against her sex, giving herself a camel toe, and exposing a little bit of pubic hair at the sides.
Amy bent over again, and examined her friends inner thighs.
“Ouch Nik. That looks very sore. You’re kinda all red and itchy looking.” She squeezed some cream onto her fingers, and started rubbing it in, just below the soaked elastic of her friends knickers. A couple of times her knuckles brushed gently against the wet camel toe, and Nikki shivered, as a tingling sensation surged from her tummy and up her spine. As Amy rubbed the cream in gently, with a slow, circular motion, Nikki closed her eyes and sighed quietly.
“How long did you leave the wet didee on? Must’ve been like for hours?”
Nikki seemed abashed. “Um, not really. I actually took it off as soon as I got home. But, ah, it was kinda like more than wet....”
Amy looked up, a bit confused. “What do you mean? Like how.....OOOOOHHHHHH,” she mumbled, as the light bulb in her head went off. “Oh Nik! You didn’t, did you?”
As Amy got up, her friend looked away. “I’m sorry Ames. Don’t be mad at me? It’s bad enough that Troy caught me!”
Amy started washing her hands, but she paused. “Whaaat?! Your brother caught you?! What did he say? And by the way, I’m not mad, you idiot. You can do whatever you like. But it certainly explains why your rash flared up! Yucky diapers always cause that, even if they’re not on for long.”
She was watching her friend in the reflection in the mirror as she spoke.
“I’ll tell you about Troy later,” she said. He didn’t find my diaper, but he was pretty pissed at me.”
Nikki had dropped her dress back down, and was shuffling her feet uncomfortably, rubbing her thighs together.
“Those wet panties aren’t gonna help you know? Do you have spares?”
“Nuh-uh, I don’t usually bring spares. I don’t care if they’re wet. Usually....”
“You really are a twit Nikki. You know that?” Amy said with a grin, but not unkindly. “Lemme see if I’ve got any. I don’t usually carry panties, ‘cause I don’t wear them, but mum has been known to put them in my bag before, just in case.”
She rummaged around in her bag again, this time in another compartment, and pulled something out with a grin.
“Yay! Success! Put these on mate,” and she passed a pair of black cotton panties over.
“They’ll be too big for me,” Nikki said, looking sad.
“Don’t worry, I can fix that,” and she pulled out some safety pins.
“A 24/7 nappy wearer always carry’s pins, mate. Never know when a tape is gonna fail! Now quick! Get those pissy knickers off, and I’ll help you, before the bloody bell goes.”
With her usual lack of modesty, Nikki simply dragged her shoes off, kicked her bloomers into the air with a socked foot, caught them, hung them from the door, then simply slid her pissy pink panties off, and stepped out of them. Amy threw her the black cotton panties from her bag, and her friend caught them.
Looking Amy in the eye, she put them up to her nose, and inhaled deeply, drawing the scent into her lungs.
“Mmmmm. These smell nice and fresh,” she said with a grin, leaving Amy looking flummoxed, as she slid her socked feet into them, and pulled them up. Somehow, she managed to pull her dress up high first, giving Amy a full on view of her private area before the borrowed panties covered it.
Amy chose not to say anything. Instead, she gave another quick visual check of the bathroom, then squatted down in front of her friend, safety pins in her mouth, just like her own mummy had done with her in the change rooms yesterday.
Her voice was muffled a bit as she tried to talk around the pins.
Hol’ ya blu-yee ‘ress up Nik,” But Nikki understood, and held her dress up as high as she could.
Amy’s underpants were at least three sizes to big for the smaller girl, and she tried to gather them on the sides, and pin them tighter. She eventually had to cup Nikki’s crotch, to stop them from falling down, just as her mummy had done for her while she had pinned her own diaper up. The crotch of Nikki’s/her panties felt a little bit moist already, especially around her secret opening, but Amy guessed that was probably only a little bit of pee residue, although she felt a bit the same inside her own didee.
“Hold still,” she muttered, as she put a pin in the other side.
“Not too tight,” Nikki warned. “I’ll have to take them off to pee you know!”
Amy laughed. “Don’t bullshit me Nikki. You being you, these will be drenched by the time you go home! There! Done! Probably not as tight as they should be, but your bloomers will hold them up. C’mon, the bells about to go.”
“Thanks Amy,” she replied, before kissing the older girl delicately on the nose when she stood up, surprising her.
The sound of approaching girls alerted them that the bathroom was about to become busy, so Amy hurried over to the sink, and started adjusting her hair, while Nikki stuffed her pissy panties deep inside her backpack, before putting her shoes on, and joining the older girl at the sink.
As they left the quickly filling girls room, she asked “Where on earth did you learn that?”
Amy giggled. “I didn’t tell you everything about my shopping trip with mum yet....”
They held hands, and walked out the door, just as the first bell sounded. |
One chapter in, and I already made a screw up, lol. One minute Dan was in the top bunk, the next Ali was above him. 🙄. Silly little stuff like that bugs me! Must stop proof reading when I’m drunk!
Also, I suddenly needed a surname for Robbie, and on the spot, without thinking, chose Williams.
So now Robbie Williams is in my story. 🤣🤣
Chapter 49.
The boys sat in their usual spot, befitting their unspoken social status, not in the back row, but nearly, although no doubt Matt could’ve easily sat there without a word being said, if he wanted too. Aiden sat silently in the window seat, with Dan beside him, Scott and Matthew sat in front of them, and Ali sat in the aisle seat opposite Dan, with Toby having the window seat beside him. Robbie had been directed onto another bus by Mr Davies.
As the busses pulled away, Matt swivelled around, “How are you going Aids? You ok buddy?”
Aidens eyes were red and puffy, and his cheeks were flushed, and still stained with dried tears.
“I’m ok,” he mumbled. “Thanks for sticking up for me Matt. I ‘preciate it.”
“Don’t worry about it, Shrimp. If he gives you any trouble, you come see one of us, we’ll look after ya,” then he turned around to talk to Scott again, while Aiden turned silently towards the window.
At first, virtually every boy was using their phones, now that reception had resumed, and they were all anxiously updating their social media, and secretly, most of them were texting their parents, telling them how much they missed them. Dan was one of them, although his mum didn’t reply, as she was probably busy at work. But she had already sent a couple of messages saying how much she missed her “Little Soldier,” and for that, he was very grateful. Amy had of course left him some lovely messages as well, but she was still in class, and didn’t have her phone with her. So he busied himself for awhile by updating Facebook, Instagram, and Snapchat, until he ran out of stuff to say or do. After all, nearly all of his social media friends were now sitting within five feet of him!
Ali was talking with Toby, while Scott and Matt were deep in discussion, and Dan sat there feeling kind of useless. Determined not to spend the three hour trip in silence, he attempted to engage the smaller boy in conversation.
“So how are you Shorty? Really? You ok?” He said in a whispered voice.
Aiden turned to look at his friend, and his eyes were glistening with unshed tears, but he managed a nod. “I’m ok. I guess,” then he sighed, and turned away again.
Dan felt so sorry for the boy, he felt he had to do or say something.
“You know something Shrimp? If it makes a difference, I think you did the right thing, leaving the pull up on and everything. It was much smarter than trying to get rid of it or anything. It was a great idea. You woulda got away with it, if that dickhead hadn’t a gone and pantsed you. It was just unlucky.”
Aiden sniffed, and wiped his nose on his sleeve. “Thanks Dan. But you don’t have to be nice. It was pretty dumb. I shoulda just ripped it off, and stuffed it in my bag. I just didn’t want anyone to see me holding it, ‘specially after peeing the bed the night before. I kinda got off that pretty good. Got stirred a bit, but not too bad. But I thought if they caught me holding nappy pants, it would all start again. I didn’t want my mum to find it either, if she unpacked my bag. But I kinda fu.. screwed it up I guess. Now everyone knows I was wearing it. I’m not gonna ever live that down.” He let out a mirthless chuckle. “How about it? Not only am I in grade eight, and like so much smaller than everyone else, but now I’m the tiny little grade eight kid who wets the bed and wears nappies! Nobody in grade eight wears those, ‘cept maybe at night,” he hastily added, suddenly remembering that it was Dan who had given it to him in the first place.
He lowered his voice to a very quiet whisper. “I guess I probably deserve to wear them. I kinda got so upset, and I was crying so hard, I sort of had an accident. I wetted myself a bit as well. Suppose it was a good thing I had it on.” He uttered a mirthless laugh. “Guess I am just a dumb little baby after all.”
Dans ears pricked up. “Does that happen often Aids?”
“Sometimes. Not often. If I get really upset or excited it can happen, like I might pee just a little bit. But not often,” he hastily repeated, glowing red.
Dan looked sideways at Ali, who was deep in conversation with Toby, then nudged Aiden in the ribs, making him look. Dan pulled the waistband of his shorts down a few inches, exposing the top of the adult pull up he was wearing underneath, and Aiden gasped.
“Don’t say nothin,” Dan warned him. “I toldya yesterday that we could talk later, and we will. But not here and now, ok?”
Aidens mouth hung open, with lots of questions running through his brain, but he only nodded, looking stunned.
“It’s not the end of the world,” Dan told him. “Just be thankful you don’t haveta wear them all day, every day.”
“Wow,” the smaller boy exhaled. “Will we really talk later, like properly?”
Dan nodded, but found it hard to make eye contact, wondering again whether or not he’d done the right thing. It seemed to be a repeat of the internal struggle he’d gone through before explaining his situation to his friends only weeks ago. If he kept telling people at this rate, he may as well take out a billboard beside the freeway with his picture on it, and the words “Diaper Wearer” emblazoned in ten foot high fluorescent letters underneath. But the poor kid just looked so lost and lonely, he felt that he had to do or say something.
“Like Matty said. Anyone, including Robbie, gives you a hard time, you come and see us, ok? We’ll try and stop it.”
Aiden had been heartened when Matt had said the same thing before, but thought it might’ve just been a nice, but hollow gesture. But now he’d seen what Danny had under his shorts, he started to feel a bit of hope again. He knew how close the four boys were, and if Danny could wear a nappy around them, then they must know! Maybe, just maybe, they wouldn’t be big meanies towards him like every other kid probably would from now on. He resolved to chat privately to Dan as soon as he possibly could.
After that, he seemed to cheer up a bit, and he and Dan started talking, mostly about stuff like school and tv shows, and gradually, Scott, Matt, Ali, and Toby joined in, and nobody said anything bad to him at all.
Dan did his best to stay chatty, but he really didn’t feel 100%. His stomach was aching, and he had a slight headache. He drank some water, but not too much of course, and tried to get himself comfortable. He was starting to feel like he needed to crap again, although he’d already done that twice today. Even worse, he was beginning to feel a touch queasy. He looked across at Ali, who was shifting uncomfortably in his seat, rubbing his stomach.
“You ok, Ali?”
“Dunno mate. I just don’t feel that great. Probably just last night I guess.”
Toby piped up. “You guys too? I’m the same. Feel a bit queasy.”
Not long after, Father Ryan stood up, and addressed the boys over the busses P.A. system.
“Gentlemen. BOYS! Thank you. In about fifteen minutes, we’ll stop at the rest stop we visited on the way down. I want everyone to get out, stretch, and use the facilities. As before, no wandering around, no misbehaving, and please be quick and orderly. Thank you.”
“Thank God,” Ali said. “I think I needa crap again.”
“Me too,” said Toby.
“Same,” Dan replied.
Normal conversation resumed, although the boys shifted uncomfortably in their seats. But only minutes later, there was a commotion at the front of the bus. A boy named Oliver, or Ollie as they all called him, suddenly vomited, and the teachers hastily rushed to provide him with a paper bag. Whether it was the smell or the sound, but within minutes, another couple of boys joined in. Windows were hastily opened, and the next few minutes before the busses pulled in seemed to stretch out forever.
The teachers had a hastily convened conversation at the front of the bus.
“Food poisoning?” Mr. Davies suggested.
Father Ryan disagreed. “Something like this happens every year. Kids seem to share germs like bad jokes at a dad convention,” and the other teachers and parent helpers laughed. “I’ll bet it’s a stomach bug of some sort.”
He pulled out his phone, and rang a teacher from each of the other busses. Apparently each bus had at least one or two boys who were either feeling ill, or actually being sick.
“If it’s not the food, it’s a bug,” the elderly priest explained gravely. “This might be an unpleasant trip back.” He got back on the microphone again.
“Boys, listen up. This is important. It seems like a lot of students aren’t feeling well, not just us, but the other busses as well.”
This of course elicited a lot of urgent whispering between the children, which took the priest a few moments to stop.
“I think we are going to have to break with protocol today. When we stop, I want the boys who need to urinate, (which of course sent a wave of giggling throughout the bus. After all, he did say urinate!) to go around the back of the toilet block, and relieve yourselves in the trees and bushes. Those who feel ill, like Ollie, are to have first access to the bathroom. If you feel the need to, ahh, ‘sit’ on the toilet, make an orderly line, and wait your turn. Remember, there are a lot of boys feeling ill. We will unlock the luggage compartments should any boy require access to their bags. Thank you.”
The chatter started immediately. Why would anyone need their bags? Perhaps in case they had thrown up on themselves, like Ollie had? That had to be the reason.
Suddenly, another boy started dry reaching, just as the bus pulled into the rest stop.
It couldn’t come quick enough for the teachers. |
Warning. Mild, non descriptive messing contact here.
Chapter 50.
The convoy of busses pulled up nose to tail at the highway rest stop, parking in front of the toilet/shower block, providing some screening for the children who were to “go” in the bushes behind the building. Everyone was told to remain seated, until the kids who were unwell disembarked. On Dans bus, this included Ollie, and at least six others. Dan and his friends watched in horrified fascination, as over 20 boys from the other busses poured out, all in various stages of distress, even crying in some cases, some with vomit on their clothes, and they were quickly ushered towards the toilets by the grownups. Someone checked the ladies room as well, finding it vacant, so that too was commandeered, along with the disabled one.
“Hey Aids, look here,” Toby said, pointing out the window, making the boy stand and crane his neck to see out the opposite window.
There was Robbie, looking very forlorn, with vomit all over his jumper, but that wasn’t the worst.
His khaki shorts had a wet, brown stain across the seat, clearly showing that he’d messed himself as well. He may have not been the only one either, as another couple of boys stood around crying uncontrollably too, waiting for their bags to be unlocked from under the bus.
“You should totally tell him he needs a diaper,” Ali said with a grin, and Aiden actually chuckled.
“Looks like Tyson’s had an accident too,” Toby said, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “Ugh. God. I’m gonna have one as well...” and he pushed past Ali, and almost ran in his haste to get off the bus.
Matt turned in his seat. “Just leave it Shrimp. Don’t say nothing to him. It’ll only make things worse. If the guys are sick, they can’t help it. Stuff like that can happen to anyone if they’re not well.”
Him and Dan shared a brief but knowing look, remembering Matt’s own messy accident of a couple of days ago, that Dan had helped him get away with.
“Don’t worry Matt. I’d never say nothing about anyone needing diapers or having an accident,” Aiden replied quietly, hoping Dan would realise that he was included in that as well.
Once the sick kids were safely out of the way, the rest of the boys filed off, with the majority heading for the sanctuary of the bushes. Aiden looked questioningly at Dan, who shook his head, indicating that he and Ali were going to line up and use the toilet for more pressing needs.
“Definitely some sort of Gastro,” Father Ryan informed the other adults. I’ll ring the school, get them to send out an urgent email and messages to the parents.
Mr Davies stood to one side, looking after a group of boys, including Robbie, who had soiled themselves. One boy was particularly distraught, and the teacher was trying his best to calm him down. The boys shirt was covered with vomit, and his grey sweatpants were brown on his backside, and sticking to him.
The teacher gritted his teeth with frustration, as he saw Matt sidle up to a very upset Robbie, but he couldn’t do anything about it. He looked around at the other adults, hoping that one of them might be aware that World War 3 was about to erupt, but they were all busy trying to herd boys either into the toilets, or into the bushes. All he could do was watch and wait.
“Rob” Matt said as he approached, “you okay man?”
Robbie was like Matt. He never cried, but at this time, he looked as though he might at any moment.
“Go on Jackson. Have your little laugh. Very fucking funny, isn’t it?”
“Nobody’s laughing mate. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Are ya?”
Robbie let out a watery sigh. “Really? I feel like shit, literally.”
Him and Matt looked at each other, realising how ludicrous that actually sounded, since he was standing there with watery crap in his pants, and they smiled at each other, and even giggled a little bit.
“Don’t worry about it mate. Nobody’s gonna think anything bad ‘boutcha, you’re not the only one.”
In his mind, he kept replaying his own walk of shame from two days ago, and how bad it had made him feel.
“Here, gimme your drink bottle. I’ll go fill it up for you. You gotta drink a lot of water when you’re sick, my mum always says that.”
Robbie looked stunned, and wordlessly passed his empty drink bottle to the second biggest kid in year eight, who went and filled it up at a nearby water fountain, before returning it.
“Thanks Jackson,” he said softly, offering his fist to be bumped. “You’re alright, you know?”
Matt merely smiled and walked away.
Mr Davies saw the entire exchange, and smiled broadly to himself. An idea was forming. He would have a good talk with both boys together, when school started again.
Dan lined up for the boys room, and Ali at the ladies, as the boys disappeared one by one into the cubicles. A red faced Toby appeared, carrying a scrunched up pair of underpants, which he threw into the bin, which already had another pair in there already.
“I shit meself a bit,” he mumbled, to no one in particular, as he started to wash his hands.
This would’ve usually resulted in some intense teasing of course, but to the boys in the line, it wasn’t a laughing matter. A couple of them even patted him on the back as he walked out, trying to offer their support.
Dan finally got into a cubicle, where he wasted no time in pulling his shorts and last pull up down, and his bowels gurgled in anticipation. What evacuated from him was closer in consistency to water, rather than solid, and he breathed a sigh of relief as his bladder started emptying all by itself, with no prompting from him at all.
It was only then, that he held his nappy open with trembling hands, and inspected the inside of it. He sighed with relief, not only was it clean, but still dry as well, although he was more relieved about it not being dirty than wet. After all, he was now used to dealing or putting up with a wet diaper.
The smell inside the toilets was bad, and he knew there were a lot of desperate boys waiting, so he was as quick as he could possibly be, although he made sure to push as hard as he could, to eliminate as much waste as possible from both his bladder and bowels. Once he’d finished, he washed his hands thoroughly, and walked outside on shaky legs.
“Didja make it?” A sweaty looking Ali asked, when Dan sidled up to his mates. Dan nodded, and Ali added, “Me too. Just.”
Obviously all the talk was about who was sick, and who wasn’t, as well as speculation about how many boys had messed themselves. It wasn’t hard to work out though, as at least six kids, including Toby and Robbie, were now headed towards the shower block, carrying their bags.
Eventually, order was restored. The kids who had been sick on themselves got to change their shirts or jumpers as necessary, and the lines for the toilets dwindled out.
Father Ryan addressed the boys, stressing that those students who had been unfortunate enough to now require a shower, were not to be teased or made fun of. The boys that were waiting, did not have to immediately get back on the busses, unless they wanted to. They could just hang around outside, should anyone feel the need to use the toilets again. Over the next fifteen minutes, quite a few of them did just that, including Dan, although he only peed. It was more of a safety precaution than an actual need. They were also told to keep hydrated, as a gastro attack like this could dehydrate a sick kid very quickly, so all water bottles were refilled, with a stern warning not to share them around.
Phone calls were made to the school, telling them to send out more messages, advising the parents that they now wouldn’t be back until nearly four o’clock, after the unexpected delay.
Most of the kids rang their parents, including Dan, although Sue didn’t answer, which wasn’t unusual during work hours. She could be driving, or in Court.
He sent her a long text message, explaining the situation, and explained that although he had an upset stomach, he was feeling a lot better now.
Whilst Robbie showered, his cheeks burned with embarrassment. It was so hard to believe that something like this could happen to him! He wondered how much flak he’d cop from the other kids over this, although he guessed it wouldn’t be much, because so many of them were scared of him.
Except Matt.
He thought back to how nice Matt had been to him, and he realised that he probably hadn’t deserved it, especially after the Aiden incident.
Now Robbie was never going to be a candidate for Mensa, but he was smart enough to work things out in his own way and time, and he thought that now, he could probably understand how badly Little Aiden had felt after being pantsed. The irony was, although the Shrimp had been the one in the pull up, it was Robbie himself that had suffered a potty mishap in his pants. He hadn’t really understood what karma was before, but now he thought he might have a better idea.
After he was freshly dressed, although in already dirty clothes from before, with his shorts and undies joining a growing pile in the bin, he shouldered his bag, took a deep breath, and headed out to join the other boys, steeling himself for the jibes that he thought might be coming his way. Whatever happened, he knew he couldn’t react to it, as he’d already received a lunchtime detention from Mr Gibbs after the incident at breakfast, and he certainly couldn’t risk another suspension. If that happened, his old man would beat him, literally. His dad was pretty free with his fists, especially when he was drinking, which seemed to be most of the time lately. His mum wouldn’t be any help either, as she was already nursing a fat lip that his dad had given her the night before he’d left for camp. Apparently his dads dinner had gone cold by the time he had staggered in from the pub, late. All in all, he really wasn’t looking forward to going home, unlike the 89 other boys on the trip.
As he left the shower block, he was aware of a few kids nudging their mates, and slyly pointing at him, and he heard some whispered giggles, but he kept his head high, and ignored them, and made a beeline straight for where Dan, Scott, Ali, Matt, and Aiden were standing, swapping war stories about what was happening, while they waited for Toby to finish his unexpected shower. Dan was sharing a joke with Matt, something about re-heated, day-old Mexican pizza, that had his friend laughing, while the other three looked on, bemused.
Aiden saw Robbie coming, and unconsciously took half a step behind Matt, who looked up, and saw the big boy approaching. He had been leaning on the bus, but he pushed off, and stood up straight, balancing himself naturally on the balls of his feet. Robbie noticed this, and tried his best to smile, and made a placating gesture with his free hand, not letting go of his bag with the other one.
Meanwhile, Mr Gibbs had seen his advance too, and nudged Mr Davies, as he prepared to intervene before any trouble started, but Mr Davies put a hand on his shoulder and whispered, “Hang on Gibbs. Let’s just see where this goes. I don’t think there’ll be any trouble.”
Mr Gibbs looked dubious, but did as the other teacher said.
“Can I have a word?” Robbie asked, approaching the boys.
Scott immediately stepped forward, blocking his path. “Whaddya want Williams?”
“I wanna talk to Aiden,” Robbie replied calmly. “Can I Aids?”
The smallest boy in year eight didn’t step forward, feeling much safer behind his friends. He glanced around nervously, and saw some of the grownups were watching intently, so he nodded, asking “What’s up?”
“I wanna apologise Shrimp. For before. I shouldn’t of done that. I didn’t know you had a, well, a ‘thing’ on. I was just tryin’ to be a smart arse. I didn’t mean to like make a fool of you or nothing. But I guess I did, and I’m sorry.” He held out a closed fist, looking hopefully at Aiden to bump it, although the smaller boy didn’t move.
You could’ve heard a pin drop, as not only their group, but others around them who had seen the menacing figure approach, and were listening, all looked at each other with wonder.
“Is that it?” Scotty asked, somewhat belligerently.
Robbie looked uncomfortable, standing there with his outstretched arm.
“Yeah. Guess it is. Sorry Shrimp,” and he dropped his arm, and started to turn away.
A high pitched voice stopped him.
“Robbie. Wait. It’s all good, ok?”
He stepped out from behind Matthew, and offered his tiny fist, which was half the size of Robs.
Robbie grinned, although self consciously, and enthusiastically bumped knuckles with the smaller boy.
“You’re alright Aids, you know that?” Rob said, and walked away, blushing slightly.
“Will wonders never cease?” Mr Gibb whispered to Mr Davies, as both teachers grinned at each other.
As soon as Robbie had departed, Aiden hurried back into the toilet, holding himself tightly through his shorts. He really did struggle to hold on sometimes when he got too scared, upset, or excited, although this time, he made it safely.
Just. |
Chapter 51
There was a roll of “doggy-doo” plastic disposal bags at the rest stop, and one of the teachers helped themselves, sharing them out amongst the students, should anyone else feel sick during the remaining hour and a bit it would take to get back to school. The mood on the bus was now a lot more subdued, with every boy sincerely hoping the bags wouldn’t be needed, or even worse, that they wouldn’t lose control of their bowels before they got back.
Our heroes chatted away quietly amongst themselves. Scott, Matt, and Aiden appeared to be unaffected, while Dan and Ali didn’t feel the best, although they felt better now than before they had stopped. Dan was trying hard not to drink too much water, although he was thirsty, and knew that he needed it, especially after all the bourbon he and the guys had drunk last night, and he found himself constantly sipping from his water bottle. It seemed to help with the occasional nauseous he was feeling.
They discussed Rob’s sudden change of attitude in great detail, wondering if it was possible that he might finally be turning over a new leaf. Matt didn’t want to divulge too much private information about him, but alluded to the fact that the boy was having problems at home, especially with his dad. Even Aiden felt some sympathy for him after that.
While Danny didn’t exactly feel sick, he definitely didn’t feel well, and he kept glancing at his phone, anxious to get back home. He thought about his mum a lot as well. He knew that he definitely missed her, but at the same time, he still felt a bit of animosity towards her for making him go to camp. Even though overall he had enjoyed it, now he felt tired, grumpy, dirty, and slightly unwell, and of course that was totally her fault for making him go!
Sue had been in court from lunchtime till two, and hadn’t eaten. Her phone had been off, and she had forgotten to switch it on again. The clock in her car said it was nearly 2.30, and after stopping to grab a take out sandwich, she was pulling up at the school to pick up her “Little Soldier,” whose bus was due around 3.
She parked behind a pick up towing an enclosed trailer, with “J.J. Building Services” on the side, and she smiled. The owner of that trailer had the unfortunate name of Jack Jackson, and she had known him socially for years. When your husband is an electrician, you met all sorts of tradesmen during your life. Although her and Peter weren’t especially close with Jack, the men had worked on a lot of jobs together over the years, and were reasonably good friends with each other. Jack was a big man by any standards, standing at least six foot four, and built like a tank. He had skin like leather after working in the sun for years. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail with a strip of leather. He had multiple earrings, which made him look like a cross between a biker and a bounty hunter, but she knew he was a softly spoken gentle giant, who wouldn’t hurt a fly. She smiled when she saw him, resting against the front of his car, talking to a guy driving another pick up, which was adorned with signs advertising a plumbing company.
Grabbing her sandwich, she walked up to him and smiled.
“Hey Jack! How’s it going?”
“Wow! Susie! How are you?” He replied with a big smile, flashing a gold front tooth, and leaning in to give her a friendly peck on the cheek. “What’re you doin’ here?”
“Picking up my boy. He’s been at camp. What about you?”
“Same,” Jack replied. “I didn’t know your boy went to school here! Mine too. He’s at camp as well. I wonder if they know each other?”
He suddenly remembered his friend. “Sorry guys. Sue, this is Paul. Paul, Sue. Paul’s boy goes here as well. His boy Scotty is best mates with my Matthew.”
Sue’s head spun. “Wait. Matt and Scotty. And they have another mate called Ali, don’t they? An Indian boy?”
“That’s right,” said Paul with a grin. Those three are inseparable. Been mates since grade one.
“Unbelievable,” Sue laughed. “My boy Dan has been hanging around with your boys a lot lately! He had a sleepover at your house not long ago Paul! I’ve met your wife, she’s lovely.”
“Aww. No way! I didn’t actually meet him then, I was working. But I knew Scotty had a new friend staying over, which is a bit unusual.” He lowered his voice. “I, uh, believe our boys have a little bit in common?”
“I think you’re right Paul,” she agreed. “That was Danny’s first ever sleepover, because he’s not comfortable with the whole thing as a rule.”
“Wait,” said Jack. “The boys came with me to a job recently, and went to play with their new friend while I was at work. Was that your boy?”
Sue laughed gaily. “It sure was! They seem like great mates!”
“Bugger me,” Jack said under his breath. “Small world, eh?”
“I knew you had boys, Jack, but I didn’t know how old they were, or that they went to St Marks!”
“Only Matty now. He’s my youngest. The other two are in college. Scotty is Paul’s baby boy too. His other boys are grown. The girl too.”
Sue threw her sandwich back into the car. Suddenly, talking seemed more interesting than eating. She had always like JJ, and couldn’t believe that their sons were now friends!
Paul checked his phone.
“Uh oh. Have you guys checked your phones lately? You might want to have a look....”
JJ pulled his out, not finding anything. “What? What’s up Pauly?”
“Not your work phone. Check your personal one,” Paul advised, and Jack started digging in the console of his car, while Sue retrieved hers from her purse, and switched it on.
It lit up like a Christmas tree. There were two emails from the school, and three messages, plus a missed call. Also, there was a missed call from Danny, and two messages. Apparently Jacks phone was the same, and they all spent the next couple of minutes reading about the horrors that had been occurring on the bus. All three tried to call their boys, but with no luck. Phone reception could drop out on the highway in places, and it looked like the bus might be currently in a black spot, so they could do nothing more than wait.
“Shit,” Sue mumbled, fumbling in her purse for her cigarettes. Of course she had bought more when her last packet had finished.
“I guess that explains why none of the other parents are here yet,” Jack mused. “The busses won’t be back for another hour. How are your kids doing?”
“Scott’s ok apparently,” said Paul with a sigh of relief, “He said Matt is too. Ali doesn’t feel the best, poor kid.”
“Dan feels sick, but he hasn’t BEEN sick, at least yet,” Sue informed them. “This could be a long night though.”
“Yeah. Matty said he’s fine,” JJ confirmed. But you know what kids are like. If one of them sneezes, they all catch a cold. Hope it’s nothing serious.”
“Sounds like classic Gastro,” Paul exclaimed, reading the emails more thoroughly. “Shit. That can be horrible, especially for kids.”
The adults lapsed into silence for awhile, all silently worried about their boys. Gradually though, they started talking amongst themselves again. After all, they couldn’t just stand around in silence for an hour, could they?
“Got any plans for the kids holidays?” JJ asked. I’m planning on taking a week off. The boys will soon be too old to want to spend time with us, so I want to get some quality time in while I still can. I didn’t do that enough with Mattys big brothers, and I still kick myself over that.”
“I was thinking of taking Scotty camping,” Paul said. “Maybe head up north for a few days. Why don’t you and Matt join us?”
A lightbulb went off in Sues head.
“You guys are thinking of going away up north with the kids? How does a short working holiday sound, and of course with the kids as well!”
JJ grinned. “Working holiday eh? What’re you thinking Susie?”
“Well,” she started, suddenly excited, foreseeing a way to help Pete get some tradesmen for his project, and at the same time, give her boy someone to play with.
“Do you guys know Mario?”
They both nodded. EVERYONE in the building game knew Mario.
“Well,” she repeated. “Mario has a project up north. Pete’s gonna run the site. He’s going to get a full crew going, and kids are welcome. We might even be able to put the little buggers to work for a bit. Let them earn some extra pocket money.”
Paul and Jack leaned in. “Go on. We’re listening,” JJ said, gold tooth gleaming as he grinned broadly.
Sue explained the project over the next ten minutes, and by then, both fathers were very excited. It was perfect! A week or so away in the warm, the children would have their friends to hang around with, no expenses incurred, in fact, they’d actually be earning good money while they were there, and still have time to hang out with the boys while they were still young enough to want that. All food and accommodation paid for, with the added benefits of extra fun stuff and activities happening in the town they were going to, which would help keep the kiddos amused while they were working.
They got so excited, they forgot to try ringing the kids back for awhile!
“Pete comes back on Monday, so we’ll have a decent chat then. By the way, don’t mention Dans dad coming back to your boys. He wants it to be a surprise.”
JJ suddenly looked shocked.
“SHIT! The boys!”
All three adults suddenly sheepishly grabbed for their phones, and with guilty expressions, started ringing their sons again. |
Chapter 52.
Soon, other parents started arriving, all showing various degrees of concern on their faces. Amongst them, was an Indian woman named Prisha, who Paul and JJ introduced as Ali’s mother. Like Sue, she knew her child wasn’t feeling well, and they immediately bonded over that.
School let out at 2:50, and by a couple of minutes after four, most of the students at school had already dispersed, when one of the other parents announced “Here they come,” as a trio of busses appeared down the street.
The worried parents started to surge forward, until a couple of teachers asked them to step back, and to give the busses a chance to park, and for the boys to collect their bags.
Now normally, fourteen year old boys don’t cry much, although Sue had been witness to more than a few episodes lately. She knew her son was probably a bit emotionally immature at times, but she could understand why, although she was trying her hardest to help him grow up, by doing things like insisting he goes to camp. But on the other hand, she had indulged him on other matters, like his footie pyjamas and letting him use his pacifier, so she had given herself mixed messages about what she was trying to accomplish with him.
But she soon learned that he wasn’t the only fourteen year old to ever shed a tear. As the three busses started to empty, there were lots of still fresh faced boys with red eyes, runny noses, and tear stained cheeks. She steeled herself, expecting her son to be the same, and was a more than a little bit surprised to see him as one of the last off, laughing with his friends, and with an arm draped casually around Scott’s shoulders.
A lot of the boys ran straight towards their parents, mostly mothers, and if she was to be honest, she was a tad disappointed that he wasn’t one of them. He had scanned the crowd, saw her, waved, then turned back to his friends, as they waited to get their bags.
“Hi mum,” he said nonchalantly, when he finally approached her.
She took in the sight of him. He was filthy. His t-shirt was untucked beneath his hoodie, which was dirty, one sock was down, the other up, he had a large red bump on his forehead, and the beginning of a black eye, which complimented the scratches on his arms, and the fresh scabs in his knees, which were blacker that Ali’s, and his smooth face was smeared with dirt.
All in all, he looked like the stereotypical image of a young boy.
“How are you mate?” Sue asked, opening her arms, but he hastily stepped back, aware that his mates were all around him. Scott, Matt, and Ali all behaved the same, but little Aiden had no qualms about wrapping his mother in a tight hug.
Nobody noticed Robbie collecting his own bag, and trudging towards the public bus stop by himself. His mum didn’t drive, and his old man was probably half pissed by now, so as usual, the fifteen year old would find his own way home, eventually.
Toby and Ollie were a bit tearful, as was Tyson, and there was a lot more hugging going on than what would normally occur after a Grade 8 camp.
Sue introduced him to his friends fathers, as well as Prisha, and he shook their hands self consciously, muttering a polite greeting. In turn, the four boys summoned Aiden over, and introduced their new friend to their parents, who were polite, but a bit surprised that the little boy who only looked to be eleven or twelve, was actually a classmate of theirs. Aidens mother beamed. She knew the kid didn’t have many friends in his own peer group. Maybe the camp wasn’t a bad idea after all, especially since he hadn’t wanted to go. She was really hoping that he hadn’t wet the bed while he was there, and judging the way his new friends were treating him, she guessed that he probably hadn’t. She had wanted to give him pull ups to wear, but his father had been against the idea. Her husband loved his son, but was painfully aware of his size difference and general immaturity, and was trying to “fast track” the boy into growing up a bit more, at least mentally. Maybe his dad was right after all.
As they chatted, Sue noticed that her son was becoming quieter, and starting to shuffle around looking a bit uncomfortable, the classic signs of him needing to pee, so she made her goodbyes, and guided him towards the car.
“You look like you had fun,” Sue ventured, as Dan put his bag and sleeping bag into the back.
“Yeah. It was ok. I guess,” he replied, determined not to give her the pleasure of knowing that he’d actually enjoyed it. Well, most of it.
Sue noticed him shifting his weight from foot to foot, and he gave a squeeze at the front of his shorts.
Dan noticed her looking at him. “I’ve gotta go to the toilet before we go,” he informed her.
“Are you dry?” She whispered.
“Jesus mum. Don’t start already, ok? Yes. I’m dry. Yes. I’m wearing a nappy. Yes. I need to go before I wet myself, ok?”
Sue was taken aback by his whispered outburst. It appeared that his time at camp hadn’t taken the edge off his attitude. But she was determined not to start a big fight with him as soon as he got off the bus. She knew he was tired and feeling unwell, so she would let it pass. Almost.
“Calm down mate. I’m not ‘starting’ on you. It’s a fair question, isn’t it?”
He sighed, pulling at his crotch again, looking much younger when he did so.
“Sorry mum. I don’t feel real good at the moment. I just wanna go home. But I gotta pee first. I’ve been drinking a lotta water, and it’s getting bad.”
Sue looked around. “If you want to leave, why not just do one of those early strike things that Amy does?”
He flushed red, and scissored his legs a bit. The last twenty minutes on the bus had been bad. He had even begun to forget that his tummy was feeling queasy.
“Geez mum. I’m trying to like do the right thing here, you know, like pay attention to my body and stuff, like what your always telling me to do. Besides, if I .......”
He froze in place, his legs stopped moving, and he nervously looked around. Suddenly, a warmth had started spreading through his pull up, and he felt a saturating wetness pooling underneath his balls. With dismay, he found out he couldn’t stop.
“Too late,” he mumbled, and she heard his voice cracking a bit with emotion, as he gave her a forlorn look. “I wet myself mum,” he mumbled.
“Don’t worry about it mate,” she said kindly. “You look like you need a nice hot bath anyway. Come on! Hop in the car and we’ll get you home.” |
Chapter 53.
They started the trip in silence, with Dan shifting in his seat from time to time, feeling his saturated diaper squelching underneath his bottom. It wasn’t the worst feeling in the world, and of course, SOMETIMES, he even enjoyed it, but not today. Today he knew he already smelled bad, his stomach felt funny, he was covered in dirt, and he was beginning to feel a bit sweaty as well. Also he was tired, grumpy, thirsty, and simultaneously hungry but not hungry, but at least his bowels had stopped complaining, at least for now.
Sue of course noticed his lack of conversation, and tried to wheedle one out of him.
“ So! Did you have fun?” She asked him again.
“Told you mum. It was alright. We did lots of different stuff.”
“You and your friends got on alright?”
He sighed. “Of course. That’s why they’re my friends.”
“How did you go at night? Any problems?”
“Look mum, I don’t wanna be like rude or anything, but can we maybe stop talking about my problems for awhile? I’m wearing a wet nappy now. Isn’t that bad enough?”
“Danny,” she replied carefully, “I’m not trying to just talk about ‘your problems,’ but I’m interested to know how you got on, especially at night.”
He huffed a bit. “Fine. No. I stayed dry both nights, but I hadda coupla accidents during the day. But Matt was the only one to see me, and he was good about it, ok?”
“Danny, what’s wrong mate. Why are you being so defensive? Surely it’s not just your wet diaper. What’s bugging you? Please tell me...”
“Geez mum. I’m wet, itchy, tired and grubby. I don’t feel well, I wanna go home, and I, I,.....” He trailed off.
“Go on buddy. You can tell me,” she prompted. In truth, she was expecting him to tell her that he’d soiled himself, like so many other kids had done, especially since he wasn’t feeling well. She wasn’t really expecting the answer he gave.
“I miss dad,” he said softly. “I’m so sick of him going away all the time. All the other guys, they’re going away with their dads on the holidays, and like Scott and Matt’s dads even picked ‘em up today, but mine isn’t going to be back until the holidays are nearly over. It’s not fair.”
He sniffed, but stayed in control. “Don’t get me wrong mum. I love ya, you know I do, but sometimes, it’s just not the same as having dad here, you know? We do different stuff together, we have fun, then he goes again. I guess seeing the guys with their dads today made me feel a bit, I dunno, sad?”
Sue’s heart felt like it might break. Her boy looked totally dejected. It wasn’t the first time that they’d had this discussion, although it hadn’t happened for awhile. She had thought that as he grew older, he was more at peace with Peters absences, but apparently he wasn’t. She almost broke and told him that his father would be back on Monday, but Pete had wanted it to be a surprise, so she didn’t say anything about it. She knew he was still of an age where having his dad around was a big deal for him. Instead, she patted him gently on his grubby knee.
“Aww Danny, I’m sorry honey. I know it’s hard. But I’m sure when dad gets home, you guys will have a lot of fun.”
“Yeah. Till he leaves again,” the teenager replied, turning towards the window.
Deciding on a quick change of topic, his mum suggested “Fancy McDonald’s for dinner?”
This time he smiled. “Sure mum. That’d be great. Thanks.”
“I’ll stop on the way home then,” she said, pleased to get a smile out of him at last. “Have you spoken to Amy yet?”
His smile immediately broadened. “Not like in person. We’re both nearly outta credit, but we’ve texted each other. I told her I’d ring her from home later, if that’s ok?”
Sue smiled, feeling that a potential meltdown had been averted.
“Of course you can mate. Maybe after dinner? Then you guys can talk as much as you like!”
“That’d be great mum. Love ya,” he replied, before pulling his phone out to text his girlfriend the good news.
They stopped at the drive thru for his dinner, a burger, nuggets and fries, and were home ten minutes later, where he sat at the table, and ravenously dug into his food. Sue told him not to worry about getting changed until he had washed, so he sat there eating his dinner in his squishy diaper.
However, after eating a few nuggets, half his fries, and a bit of his burger, his stomach started complaining, and he couldn’t finish.
“Can I ring Ames now?” He asked.
“Sure mate. But go take those filthy clothes off first eh? Go put your dressing gown on, and throw those clothes in the wash, before they walk in there by themselves. Tell you what. Fancy a bath for a change? I’ll run you one while you talk to Amy.”
Dan agreed that a bath would indeed make a nice, relaxing change from his usual shower, so he went upstairs and stripped off, leaving only his wet diaper on, (underneath his dressing gown of course) then carried his filthy clothes to the laundry, where his bag sat in front of the washing machine. He was going to empty it himself, but decided that talking to Amy was much more important.
Dans bathroom only had a shower and toilet, as did his parents en-suite, but the downstairs guest bathroom had a shower/bath combo, and while he excitedly dialled his girlfriends number, his mother ran him a nice, hot bubble bath. He’d be able to soak the dirt off, then have a shower to wash his dirty, greasy hair.
Amy answered the phone before it had finished ringing once, because (of course) she had been sitting right beside it, waiting.
“Hi beautiful,” he said, his heart fluttering as soon as he heard her squeal “Catholic boy!” in a super excited high pitched voice.
“Watcha been doing?” He asked, and she began to tell him, although perhaps she didn’t mention every single detail of the time she had spent with Nikki.
Dan of course told her absolutely everything about his trip, except for the drinking and smoking bit, but only because his mum was in the next room.
They talked for over half an hour, during which, his diaper started to cool down, while his bladder started quickly filling up again, the result of all the water he’d drank, and the large coke he’d almost finished with his dinner. The urgency hit him fast, and by the time they were starting to finally run out of things to say, he was beginning to cross his ankles, and bend over at the waist, firmly pressing his hand into the front of his sodden pull up.
He may have considered doing a pre-emptive strike, but his diaper was already sagging between his legs, and he’d had it on for nearly eleven hours by then, and had pulled it up and down heaps of times, making the elastic start to stretch out of shape, both around the legs, as well as the waist. Even if he managed to do a slow release, which by now would be nigh on impossible, he’d still end up peeing all over his feet and the floor. His now bare feet standing on the cold tiles certainly didn’t help either.
He hated to admit it, but by the time his mum called out for him to hang up, and to go have his bath before it got cold, he was actually kind of grateful.
“Talk to you tomorrow babe,” he told her, blowing her a kiss, and the slightly disappointed girl agreed, returning the air kiss to him.
Dan hurried to the bathroom, holding his pecker as best he could through the wet padding. He had intended to get his book, and maybe his pacifier too, but by now he couldn’t be bothered going upstairs again, and he knew he’d be wetting himself well before he got there anyway. As he passed by the downstairs toilet, he paused, knowing that he should go there first, but he couldn’t remember ever being desperate in the bath before, and he was interested to know how it would feel. He wasn’t too concerned with peeing in the water, as he intended to have a shower and wash his hair after anyway.
Safely inside, he allowed himself a moment to just potty dance in private. He squeezed his grubby legs together, crossed his dirty ankles, and rubbed his greasy hands over his swollen pull up. Usually, this would probably result in a raging hard on, but not tonight. He just felt flat, and slightly ill.
He noticed his mum had left him his footie pyjamas, a towel, a clean adult pull up, and a plastic bag for his wet one, and he smiled. She might annoy the hell out of him sometimes, but it was little things like this that showed how much she cared. He hung his robe up, then slid his soggy diaper over his grubby knees, stepped out of it and bagged it, leaving it by the door for a later disposal.
Dan stepped gingerly into the tub, expecting the water to be extremely hot, but it had cooled down enough to be the perfect temperature. His penis twitched as soon as his feet got submerged, and he was able to hold it firmly without the restrictive diaper in the way. He felt a small spurt of warm wetness hit his hand, and he hunched over, pinching himself firmly, waiting for the trickle that was running down his almost hairless leg to stop.
Once he had regained control, he gently lowered himself into the warm, slippery bubbles, hissing in a few sharp intakes of breath, as his scabby knees, followed by his scratched arms, sung out in protest as the soapy water slowly enveloped his body. As he sank lower, he discovered even more scratches and scrapes that he hadn’t been aware of, and the small but sharp flashes of light pain were enough to distract his body from adding to the bath water with his own.
Thankfully, the little shards of pain were only temporary, and by the time he laid his head back, they had announced their presence, and already departed.
The boy lay back, and closed his eyes. Except for the uncomfortable fullness of his undersized bladder, this was the most comfortable he’d been all day. Now he was laying down, his urgent need to urinate abated slightly, at least for the moment, and for a few minutes, he simply lay there without moving, and without thinking about much of anything at all.
But young boys aren’t capable of just laying still and thinking about nothing for long. It didn’t take him long to start reminiscing about how much he used to enjoy playing in the bath with his toys when he was a little kid, (like two whole years ago!) and ever so briefly, he wondered if his plastic boat and hot wheels cars were still stashed in the cupboard underneath the sink. He was almost tempted to look, but even entertaining the idea made him feel foolish, and he couldn’t begin to imagine the embarrassment if his mum found he’d been racing his toy cars around the edge of the tub again.
Forcing all thoughts of childish playtime (somewhat regrettably) from his head, he considered turning his attention to a much more age appropriate toy, his penis, and although he had no problems at all conjuring up enough lewd images and memories of Amy, he just simply didn’t feel like doing it.
That was kinda weird, he thought to himself. Ever since he’d learned how to “do that” a few weeks ago, it had become almost a daily occurrence, sometimes even multiple times a day. But tonight, it just seemed like too much effort.
Grabbing a bar of soap, he started by washing his left foot, then his left leg, then going to the right side and repeating the procedure. The soap stung like the devil whenever he discovered a fresh cut or scrape, but he diligently scrubbed his body from his feet to his neck, as the bubbles slowly died, and the water became dirty.
It didn’t take long of course for his little bladder to make its presence felt again, and he kept squeezing his soapy boyhood with his slippery hands. Even this wasn’t enough to enlarge his flaccid member though, and he was forced to give up the idea of self pleasure altogether.
He just didn’t feel well.
Dan rubbed a hand over his slightly chubby tummy, grimacing as he felt the pudginess around his middle section, telling himself for the umpteenth time that he was going to start riding his bike and exercising more. Definitely over the holidays. At least.
By this time, his boyhood was pulsing in time with his heartbeat, and as he watched, a trickle emerged from the tip, making the water bubble.
The sudden bout of extreme urgency hit him like a tidal wave out of nowhere, and he lifted his hips up, bringing his boyhood out of the water. A strong jet of pee erupted, shooting towards his face, and only just falling short, landing on his smooth chest instead.
Realising that he had suddenly lost complete control, he pointed himself straight up, watching in awe, as he made a pee fountain that shot vertically at least two feet into the air, before splattering down noisily into the water in which he bathed. The sound was enough to heighten his already lost control, and he lay there peeing uncontrollably until his bladder emptied itself of all reserves.
When it was over, he felt a bit disgusted with himself, and was going to drain the tub and have a shower right away, but he was sooooo comfortable....
In the end he lay there for another twenty minutes, and pissed into the air twice more, enjoying the feeling of uncontrolled release both times.
Only when the water started to cool, did he finally pull the plug, and turn the shower on, then fully washed his body with soap again under the running water, before shampooing and conditioning his shaggy brown hair.
Sue had snuck outside for a cigarette once Dan had settled into the tub, and she remembered that she hadn’t put his dirty laundry on yet, so that’s where she headed when her smoke was finished.
She wrinkled her nose at the smell coming from his bag. It was an odour she was well familiar with, the smell of stale pee.
She started gingerly pulling his clothes out, tut-tutting to herself about the state of them. “He’s a boy. It’s his job to get dirty,” she told herself. “At least it’s better than staying home by himself playing video games.”
But still.......yuck.
She found a pair of once white socks, that looked as though he’d worn them during tap dancing lessons in a mud puddle. In fact, all of his socks were filthy, and his t-shirts, and both hoodies. My God! Did the little shit sleep on the ground outside or something?
There was a pair of shorts and boxers that were completely ripped up the back. For the life of her, she couldn’t imagine how.
His orange shorts were completely soaked with pee, and still wet. That must’ve been the accident that he’d told her about, although she had thought he would’ve been wearing a diaper when that happened. Why he’d been wearing shorts without protection she didn’t understand, and didn’t want to ask, either. His onesie was dry, but heavily stained with yellow on the flap, and his black sweats felt suspiciously damp as well.
She noticed that not a single diaper was left.
Obviously he had suffered more than one or two accidents, although that was all he’d alluded too.
Sue sighed. It looked like he was getting worse. She was really starting to think that her little boy would be incontinent for the rest of his life. It was a good thing that he was starting to deal with it. |
Preface to Chapter 54.
I think that nearly every story, either written, on tv, or in movie form, always has an episode, chapter, or scene, which kind of stretches the boundaries of belief, expecting the reader or viewer to temporarily suspend that belief, and just go with it.
This is my version of that chapter.
Since the start of this, I really wanted to include a certain scene that appeals to my “little side.” These days, my little side has virtually disappeared, but I still wanted to do that scenario.
As outlandish as some of this story as a whole might be, I’m the first to admit that this particular chapter is quite a stretch, but you know what? I’m happy with it!
It still fits in perfectly with the story, and never needs to be referred to again, and if you just go with it, I think it works, especially if you’re like me, and sometimes see things through Dans eyes.
So you don’t have to tell me that it’s a bit, uh, unusual.....Just remember, Danny boy is really tired...,,
If any readers enjoy a bit of “little time fantasy,” they will hopefully enjoy it. If not, don’t panic, I won’t do it again. But if I was going to ever do it, this was the perfect time and place for it!
It’s all about experimenting with my writing, just to see if I can make the unbelievable, well, believable!
As usual, I’m supremely interested in your feedback, probably even more so in this case.
This will be the last bit of messy content for awhile as well.
Chapter 54
After his bath, finally feeling clean and warm, and now comfortably dressed in a fresh adult pull up and his footie pyjamas, Daniel settled onto the sofa, with his mum in her favourite armchair. She was watching one of her reality shows, something to do with house renovations, and it held little to no interest for the young teenager. She had tried again to squeeze some more information out of him regarding his school camp, but although he remained polite, his answers were mostly monosyllabic, and he appeared distracted.
She caught him rubbing his stomach a few times.
“Are you feeling sick mate?”
“Yeah. A bit. Not really ‘sick’ sick, I suppose, but kind of queasy.”
“Have you still got the runs?” Sue asked.
He shrugged. “Dunno. I haven’t sat on the toilet since the rest stop.”
“Why don’t you try and go,” she suggested.
Dan huffed. “For Gods sake mum. I’m not a baby you know! You don’t haveta keep reminding me to go to the toilet all the time. I might pee myself, but I can work out when to sit on the toilet.”
“Fine, fine. Sorry I spoke,” she mumbled, turning her attention back to the tv.
Her boy sighed. “Sorry mum. I don’t mean to sound, well, mean, but I guess I just don’t feel well, and I’m tired.”
“Why not have an early night?” Sue suggested.
“Muuuummm, It’s only seven o’clock,” he said dismissively, stretching the word “mum” out to for least three syllables, before picking up his phone again.
“Whatever,” his mum said, sounding exasperated. Honestly! Whatever she said these days, the boy disagreed with.
“But I want you to keep your fluids up Danny,” she added. “You’ve had the runs, and you feel sick, so I want you to drink lots of water.”
The look he gave her was one of mild disdain. “Really mum? You want me to drink lots of water before I go to bed?”
Feeling like she’d been slowly backed into a corner somehow, she answered firmly. “Yes Daniel Jacobs. I want you to drink lots of water. Screw the damn bed. Put a bloody towel down if it bothers you that much, but you need to keep your fluids up.”
He sighed, and got to his feet in that disgruntled way that only teenagers can manage. “Okay, okay, I’ll drink some (mumbled) water.”
“What did you just say mate?”
“Nothing, nothing,” he hastily added.
This earned him a glare from his mother, and he hurried out of the room before she could reply.
Sue turned back to her show, trying to work out what she’d missed. Something important had just happened....
“Mum! Hey mum!” Dan was standing outside the door again, looking at her expectantly.
“Jesus mate! What?”
He wiggled a milk container at her.
“We’ve still got chocky milk left! Can I have that?”
“Come on Dan. I’m trying to watch my show here. It’s nearly over. And no. I don’t think drinking chocolate milk on an upset stomach is a great idea. Stick to water.”
For a moment, she thought that the smooth faced boy in the footie pyjamas was actually going to stamp his feet like a toddler. He threw his head back, and sighed extravagantly.
“Awwww come on mum. I’ve been doing nothing but drinking water all day,” apparently forgetting about the large Coke he’d nearly demolished with his dinner. “Pleeeaaasssse?”
She gave up. “Damn it Daniel, drink whatever you want. I don’t care. Just let me watch my show, eh? And don’t come running to me later if you feel sick.”
He pumped his fist, uttering a “Yeeessssss,” and disappeared once more.
Honestly, she thought. Sometimes it was like living with a little kid again! The sooner he got his tired, grumpy ass to bed, the better!
Peace reigned supreme in the Jacobs household for the next hour or so. Sue got to watch not only her show, but the next one as well. Meanwhile, Dan played with his phone. He texted Amy, (of course) and filled her in on all the illicit stuff he’d done at camp, the things he couldn’t verbally say over the phone earlier. She pretended to be outraged that he’d been smoking again, but finally admitted that she’d done the same thing with Nikki..... She thought the drinking game sounded fun, and told him what a brave little soldier he was for his midnight adventure, disposing of the bottle.
He also joined the group Messenger chat with his three friends, catching up on how they were feeling. Scotty and Matt were fine, but poor Ali had started throwing up, and was already tucked up in bed with a bucket beside him.
Suddenly, his stomach turned, and he immediately felt ill. Very ill. His body temperature seemed to skyrocket, and he felt a fine sheen of sweat break out on his back and forehead. He rubbed his head, hissing as he touched the large lump that had formed after his fall on the cabin floor, but he’d forgotten all about till just then.
“Mum?” Dan mumbled nervously, “Mum, I don’t feel good. I think I’m gonna be...” and he suddenly dry heaved.
Sue moved like lightning. In the back of her mind she had been expecting this at some point.
“Come on mate. MOVE! NOW!”
She grabbed his arm as he struggled to his feet, dry heaving again, with his hand over his mouth. Pushing him roughly to the door, his mother guided him towards the hallway, where he automatically turned towards the stairs.
“No Danny. Downstairs toilet, and quick.”
He paused at the door, and grabbed at his backside.
“Mum? I think I need to sit on the toilet,” he told her in a watery voice.
“Quick mate. Get in there and pull your pants down then. I’ll get you a bucket.”
Leaving one hand over his mouth, the boy used his other hand to roughly pull his footies off, but of course, his big pull up stayed on.
Suddenly, he heaved again, and this time, it wasn’t dry. His stomach contracted violently, and he lunged forwards, putting his head over the bowl just in time, as a massive amount of undigested food and liquid surged up his throat, completely filling his mouth, before pouring into the bowl in a foul tasting waterfall of nastiness. Sue put her hands on his shoulders, forcing him down to his knees, as another violent contraction hit him, just as badly as the first.
Now kneeling, with his diaper just inches above his feet, he reached for his backside again, as he felt his bowels suddenly give up. A strong spurt of hot liquid, the consistency of water, shot out of him, only to be safely contained by his pull up.
He heaved again, feeling shocked, and he started wetting himself as well. Then he pooped again. Over the next thirty seconds, his bladder completely drained, he was sick twice more, and the back of his nappy continued to fill.
Sue watched in horror as his diaper sagged badly at the back, making it look as though he was smuggling a cricket ball in the back of his nappy.
Dan whimpered. “Mum. I think I shit myself.”
All she could do, was gently rub his back, making a comforting “Shhh” sound, as his stomach contracted one last time, this time producing nothing, before he started spitting into the toilet, trying to clear his mouth.
“Oh Danny. Don’t worry about it. I knew that chocolate milk was a bad idea. It’s not the end of the world mate. Nothing a quick shower and a change won’t fix. Now, have you finished?”
He nodded his head, numbly, and she helped him to his feet, then managed to flush the toilet without looking into it.
Danny pressed a hand onto the sagging seat of his diaper, feeling it squash disgustingly against his buttocks, and his mother gently knocked his hand away.
“Don’t play with it Danny, you’ll just make it worse. Come on, let’s get you upstairs, and into the shower.”
“I think I wet myself again as well,” he admitted in a mumbled voice.
“That’s the least of your problems mate,” she informed him kindly. “Come on. Let’s get you into the shower. You go up, I’ll fetch a plastic bag.”
She picked up his discarded pants, and draped them over his shoulder, then led him towards the stairs. “You get yourself another diaper, and I’ll be up in a second. Wait for the bag before you get undressed!”
She watched him slowly trudge up the stairs, his now heavily discoloured nappy hanging very low from his bottom, and she sighed. Her “mother’s instinct” had warned her that something like this was going to happen. At least the poor kid hadn’t taken sick like this on the bus, she thought grimly.
Dan stood in the bathroom, sweating and shivering, his pyjama top and singlet discarded on the floor with his pants, feeling very uncomfortable in his wet and slimy pull up. His mother opened the door a fraction, and passed him a plastic bag, telling him to take his special pants off in the shower, and not on the floor, and that she’d be waiting outside the door for him. He was grateful for that.
The removal and bagging of his soiled protection was extremely uncomfortable and disgusting, to say the least, but he managed it. He had never been more thankful in his life to be standing under hot, running water.
Meanwhile, Sue busied herself in his bedroom. She had already changed his bedding whilst he was at camp, but she added a folded towel to his bottom sheet as an extra precaution, and made him a big glass of water which she left on his nightstand, also fetching a bucket for him, should he be sick again during the night.
However, her attention was quickly drawn to the sound of vomiting from the bathroom.
She reacted on instinct, and just opened the door and barged in, greeted by the sight of her naked teenage son, hunched over, and retching horribly in the shower. He turned his head in surprise, and hurriedly tried to cover his privates with his hands.
“Mum! Get out! I’m in the shower...” followed by another bout of stomach contractions.
“Don’t be bloody stupid Daniel! I’m your mother. I’ve seen it all before,” she told him firmly, her concern for him far outweighing his desire for privacy. For his part, the boy tried to protest, but found he simply didn’t have the energy, although he tried his best to keep his private area covered up, and turned his back towards the shower door.
As weird as it felt, Sue certainly didn’t have any interest in seeing her son naked, and this was simply a matter of trying to help him. She slid the shower door open, and ran a critical eye over his naked, shivering form, noticing straight away that he hadn’t managed to completely clean himself yet.
“Stand still,” she instructed, and the boy complied, as she took control of the shower head and a face washer, aiming the water lower, while she gently wiped away the mess. Handing him the cloth, she told him to make sure he cleaned himself properly between the legs and his bottom, then closed the door and left him to it, waiting in the bathroom just to make sure that he was alright.
Eventually the shower was turned off, and she heard the door slide open.
“What’ll I do with the cloth mum?”
Sue turned around, seeing Daniel standing there shivering, with one hand covering his genitals, the other holding a dirty face cloth between his thumb and forefinger. Using the same technique, she held her breath and gingerly took it from him, putting it in the same bag that held his messy diaper, then thankfully tied the bag up as tight as she could.
“Come on mate. Come and get dry,” she said, and as he stepped forward, she draped the towel around his bare shoulders.
“Mum, can you, ah, like give me some privacy here please?” Dan asked bashfully.
“It’s a bit late for privacy,” she replied somewhat sarcastically, but she did turn around.
Dan did the same, and dried himself as fast as he could, although he couldn’t stop shivering, even though he felt hot.
“How do you feel now?” Sue asked, over her shoulder.
Dan answered without thinking, and he told the truth, with a mirthless half-laugh.
“Honestly mum? I feel like having a smoke.”
The words were out before he even realised what he was saying, and he mentally kicked himself before he’d even finished.
Sue immediately fired up, and spun around.
“Well Daniel Jacobs, You’re not bloody having one. I’ll give you that tip! One, you’re too young, two, you’re certainly not allowed to! Three, it would only make you sick again. Four, .....”
Dan sighed, extremely embarrassed and annoyed with himself for speaking without thinking.
“Ok, ok, mum. I wasn’t like ASKING for one. You know that. I just feel all kinda shaky, like wound up tight, you know? My stomach feels better, but that was horrible. Really, really embarrasing. I can’t believe I just pooped myself. That was the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. Kinda stressful, like real bad. I’m sorry you hadda deal with that.”
Sue relaxed. She couldn’t believe he’d just said that, but she did appreciate his honesty, and his apology, and she certainly could understand WHY he might feel like that, at least.
“It’s okay Danny, I get it. But you’re not smoking. End of story. If you want to smoke so badly, use that bloody pacifier.”
“Good idea mum,” he said, glowing with embarrassment. “I’ll do that instead.”
He fell silent, still kicking himself for saying that, and concentrated on getting himself dry, while his mother looked away.
“Ready mum,” he finally said.
Sue turned around, and he was standing there trembling, holding the towel around his waist.
“Give your teeth a quick brush mate,” she said, and although he groaned, he did as he was told.
“Bedroom,” she instructed. “I’ll give you a hand.”
“Muuuuummmmmm! I can get dressed by myself!”
“I know you can Danny. But look at you! You look like you’re freezing! Come on. Let me help you, then you can hop into a nice warm bed. I just need to make sure your sleep pants are nice and tight tonight.”
Her son couldn’t be bothered arguing, so he trudged into his bedroom with his head down, while his mother gathered his pyjamas and pull up.
“I don’t think you want a pull up tonight mate,” she told him. “Let’s get you into a big tape up. Sit on the bed for me please.”
Dan was absolutely horrified.
“Aw come on mum! No way. Just let me do it. Please.”
Sue sighed. “Daniel. I have absolutely no desire to see your ‘bits,’ alright? I just want to get you tucked up in bed as soon as possible.”
She passed him the tape up diaper.
“You lay down, put it under yourself, and hold it over your, ah, thing. After what just happened, I want to make sure it’s done up tight, and stays on, just in case it happens again during the night.”
She saw the colour drain from his flushed face. “Do you really think that’s going to happen again, mum?”
Sue shook her head gravely. “It could mate. If you’ve got Gastro, it might last twenty four hours. Don’t you think that having your night nappy nice and snug is a good idea if that happens? Go on, and grab your dummy. It’ll make you feel better.”
After what he’d just gone through, Daniel had to agree. He asked his mother to turn around again, and she did, although he didn’t realise that she had a perfect view of his reflection from his mirror!
Sue surreptitiously watched, as her son took his dummy from his bedside drawer, and popped it in his mouth, immediately giving it a test suck. He then went back to the end of the bed, where he dropped the towel, unfolded the big nappy, and lay down on it, positioning it squarely beneath his buttocks, before pulling the front up, and holding it tightly in place.
She hadn’t seen her little boy naked for maybe two years or more, and she thought that he still looked quite small “down there,” although that was probably because he was sick and cold. She couldn’t help but notice that he now had some hair that hadn’t been there before, so at least he was still growing. That was a good sign. Perhaps his little bladder still had time to catch up. Pretending she hadn’t been watching, she asked “Are you okay buddy?”
“Yes mum,” he replied meekly, his speech slightly muffled by the pacifier, and she turned to see him laying on his back, at the edge of his bed, with his legs dangling over, feet on the floor.
The light was bright in his eyes, and he felt very embarrassed, finding it impossible to look his mother in the face, so he flung a forearm across his eyes, and turned his head away, but left his other hand on the front of his nappy, trying to hold it in place.
Sue tapped his thigh.
“Lift your bum up for me Danny.”
He did as he was told, cringing with humiliation, just wanting the whole experience to be over as quickly as possible. Sue adjusted the diaper, while he tried to keep a death grip on it, and when she was finally satisfied with its position, she did the tapes up for him, even slipping a finger into the leg bands to ensure it was fitted properly.
“Come on buddy, up you get,” she said, ignoring the beetroot colour he had turned, and offered her hand to help him to his feet.
“Arms up,” she instructed, and he complied without complaint, and she slipped his singlet and pyjama top over his head.
“Do you want your footies on, or just socks?”
“Footies please mum,” he mumbled.
Sue held his pants open for him, like he was a toddler, and he stepped into them without saying a word.
“Bed mister. Now.” She pulled the quilt back, exposing the thick red towel that had been placed over his bottom sheet.
By this stage, Dan was beyond any further embarrassment, and he climbed into bed without saying a word.
“I’m going to scrub the shower,” she told him, switching the light off. “I’ll be back in a minute to check on you. There’s a bucket beside your bed if you feel sick again.”
There didn’t appear to be any mess in the shower, but just to be safe, Sue sprinkled some powdered bleach, and gave it a quick scrub with the brush from under the sink. By the time she’d rinsed it out, less than ten minutes had passed. Leaving the bathroom light on, she cracked open the door into Danny’s bedroom, and saw that he was fast asleep, pacifier still in his mouth. He’d thrown the quilt off, and was lying on his back, legs slightly spread across the towel, and his night nappy was sticking out of his waistband. She thought he looked incredibly young and cute. Tip-toeing to the bed, she brushed his hair back and kissed him gently on his forehead, thankfully missing the bump. She pulled his blankets back over him, and quietly snuck from the room.
She really needed a cigarette. |
Chapter 55
Aiden was having a version of a recurring dream, one that used to happen oh too frequently, although less so these days, but always ended with the same results. In it, he was absolutely busting to do a piddle, but he was at school, and everyone was watching him. For some reason, he couldn’t use the boys room, and he was running around the playground holding himself desperately, knowing that he was about to have an accident.
He turned the corner of a building, and found salvation. There was a porta loo, with no one around. He hurried inside, shutting the door, just as he felt the first bit of slight warmth in the front of his pants. In his dream, he wasted no time in pulling them down, sitting on the toilet mere seconds before he lost complete control.
Ahhhh. The relief was amazing and instantaneous, although he was dimly aware of a mysterious spreading warmth underneath his bum.....
“Aiden? Wake up Tiger, time for school.” What the heck was his mum doing in the toilet with him, and why was she telling him that it was time for school? He was already at school. It didn’t make any sense.
“Come on son, wake up,” his mums voice insisted, and suddenly there was a weight on his shoulder, and he was being shaken.
The boy awoke with a start, feeling the last bit of hot liquid trickling down between his thighs, and spreading out around his bottom. He clamped his hand between his legs, but it was already too late, and he got a handful of saturated flannel pyjamas.
“Hey! You’re alive buddy,” his mother said, smiling at him as he opened his eyes. “What’s wrong Aiden?”
“Think I’m wet again,” he replied sadly, looking away.
His mother didn’t drop her smile. She patted him gently on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about it Tiger. Come on. Hop up and grab a shower. I’ll take care of your bed.”
He nervously pulled the blankets off, and looked down. His green Ben 10 pyjamas were soaked, as was the fluffy white towel that he slept on, for you know, “just in case.”
He sighed despondently, and swung his legs out from under his outer space themed doona, with its colourful pictures of planets, stars and spaceships on it.
“Go on sweetie, you run along and have a shower. I’ll bring your clothes in shortly.”
The little boy quickly did a hobbling duck walk down the hall, hoping that his big sister wouldn’t see him first.
A few minutes later, and he was in the shower, trying to cleanse his body of its shameful state, his pyjamas in a wet heap on the floor. His mother knocked, then entered without waiting to be invited, carrying his school clothes, and underwear for the day. Unlike Dan, Aiden didn’t flinch or try to turn away. His mother saw him naked all the time. After all, she had done so all his life, and as yet, nothing about his body had changed in any way to make him feel any different. It was strange in a way. He felt extreme embarrassment about his lack of development around other boys, but none around his mother, while most other boys his age were the complete opposite. They felt more embarrassed at the thought of their parents seeing them naked, rather than their friends.
“Thanks mum,” he said softly, as she collected his wet pj’s, soon to be added to his sodden bedding and taken to the laundry.
“It’s okay sweetie. Accidents happen. Now hurry up! Dads home for breakfast for a change, and he can even take you to school.”
Aiden turned and smiled through a veil of shampoo. She knew that would cheer him up.
As she stripped his bed, she smiled to herself. She had known last night that this would happen. It always did when the boy got over tired, like he was after camp yesterday. The signs had been easy to spot as well. Especially when he hadn’t been his usual talkative self, not even discussing his adventures at camp a lot, apart from admitting to her in private that yes, he had wet the bed on the first night. Then, he had excused himself straight after dinner, and went to his room, instead of arguing with his sister over the television. The final clue had been a bit later, when she had surprised him with a mug of hot chocolate, and found him sprawled on his bedroom floor playing with his old action figures. When he was tired, his old toys usually made an appearance somewhere! Her smile turned into a grin as she remembered his startled reaction when she had walked in, and how he had blushed! She knew that he still liked to play sometimes, but he always tried to hide it, especially from his daddy.
She walked past the dining room on the way to the laundry, carrying the soiled laundry, and her husband raised an inquisitive eye.
“He wet again,” she said, by way of explanation. “He was tired Sean, don’t give him a hard time about it eh? He really can’t help it you know.”
Sean sighed. “I know that Beck. I really do. I don’t mean to give him a hard time at all, but I had hoped he’d have grown out of it by now. He’s thirteen, for Christ’s sake!”
“It doesn’t matter how old he his,” Rebecca explained, loading the sheets and pyjamas into the machine. “Thirteen is just a number. He’s still very small for his age. Some kids just take longer, that’s all. Remember what the doctor said?”
Sean smiled, nodding his head. “Yeah yeah yeah. I remember. I know it’s not his fault. I just wish we could help him. How did he go at camp?”
“Wet himself the first night,” she said grimly, and saw her husband wince.
“Ouch. Poor little guy. How did the other kids take it?”
“Dunno. He didn’t want to talk about it,” she told him. “But it looks like he made a few friends! They introduced him to their folks and everything. He was even sitting with them on the bus. They seem like nice boys, but they’re huge compared to him, especially this one boy, Matthew.”
“That’s great Honey,” her husband said with a smile. “I told you he’d enjoy it.”
“Sean, baby, I want to talk to you about his sleep wetting before he comes down, and especially before Caitlyn gets up.”
“So, talk,” he said, getting up to pour another coffee.
“Look babe. He IS getting better with it, you know that. His accident at camp, and again last night, are completely understandable. He was probably super excited, and a bit scared at camp, and last night, the poor little bugger was exhausted.”
“I know that Beck. I’m not upset. You know me better than that. What’s your point?”
“Well, his accident at camp was his first one in nearly two weeks. Before that, it was about three weeks ago. We all know he’s starting to get over it, but...”
“Buuuuut?” Sean echoed, winking at her.
She couldn’t help herself, and gave a chuckle. “Buuuuuut, even though he’s getting better, can you imagine how bad he must’ve felt at camp? Even if they didn’t pick on him, the poor kid must’ve been miserable waking up in a wet bed in front of his friends.”
Sean’s smile melted into a frown, and he nodded his head grimly. “I agree babe, he would’ve been. But what’s your point?”
She sighed, bracing herself for her next comment. “Well, are you still planning on taking him away with you on that job for Mario?”
Sean looked around nervously, putting a finger to his lips. “Shhhh! You know that’s supposed to be a surprise! I don’t want to tell him until he goes on holidays. I know he’s not looking forward to just staying home, moping around and playing by himself as usual. But yes, Mario rang me yesterday. I’ve got the painting contract, and the boy is more than welcome to come as well. Apparently there’s going to be a few kids going, but I’ve got no idea how many, or how old they are. But Tiger will definitely have other kids to play with at least. I reckon he’ll be wrapped to go away with me, especially when he finds out that other kids are going to be there! It’ll be a great chance for him to make some new friends.”
“I agree totally babe. I think it’s great. I just wish me and Caitlyn could come too. But have you thought about what’s going to happen if he has an accident up there? All these new kids are going to see it, and you’ll have to help him clean up, and do the laundry, wash his clothes, all that sort of stuff. It’ll be hard on him, and extra work for you as well.”
Sean scratched his chin thoughtfully. “As usual, you’re right Beck. But I do want to take him. He can’t just hide away here every night of his life. What do you expect me to do? Leave him home? Not take him?”
“No Sean, I want him to go with you, of course I do. But I don’t want him getting all upset, or making extra work for you to do.”
“So, whaddya want to do about it?”
“Sean, I know you don’t like it, but I really think we should get the little Tiger some night time protection to wear. Some pull ups or something.”
She knew Sean’s opinions on that, and saw him grimace, but she hurried on with her explanation. “I’m not saying full time. Just for the trip away. It could save him a lot of embarrassment, and you some extra laundry. If he spends all day running around and getting tired, it’s bound to happen at least once.”
“But babe. Don’t you think that could make him lazy? Like it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t pee before bed or something?”
“For Gods sake Sean! He’s not lazy! He can’t help it. Even if he was lazy, which he’s not, he certainly would’ve done everything in his power to not wet the bed at camp! I think we should relent, and get him some pull ups for the trip, just in case. Hey, you can still remind him to go before bed. It’s just some added insurance, that’s all.”
Sean sighed, but smiled. “As usual Beck, you’re right. You know I don’t really like my teenage boy wearing diapers. I really think that he’ll grow out of it a lot quicker if we don’t, uh, accomodate him? If that’s the right way of saying it?”
Becky started to protest, but he put his hand up to stop her.
“But like I said, I guess you’re right. It probably will go better for the little hurricane if he doesn’t have to worry about it so much. But, just for the trip, not after, agreed?”
“What trip dad?” An innocent little voice said, causing them to spin towards the door, where Aiden stood, dressed in his school uniform, but still barefoot, carrying his socks and shoes in his hands, which explained why they hadn’t heard him walking down the hall.
“Ah, nothing mate. I might have to go away for a few days for work, that’s all.”
Aidens cherubic face darkened. “Aww dad! Not on the school holidays? I thought we was going to do stuff together. That sucks. I wish I could come with you...”
Sean ruffled the small boys hair. “Don’t worry Tiger, I’m sure we’ll find heaps of stuff to do on your holiday. Now come on. Sit down and have some brekky. I’ll take you to school today, okay?”
The boy broke into a huge smile. “Thanks dad. That’d be awesome!”
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Morning recess at St Marks was a lot quieter than usual on the junior campus. There were at least thirty students, probably more, absent from the grade eight classes. Some were sick, while some others were simply staying home after having such a full two days at camp.
Scott and Matt kicked a football back and forwards between themselves. It was better than doing nothing, but not as much fun without Ali and Dan. It was always better when you had to battle against an opponent. Aiden walked past, looking at them longingly, but he didn’t want to ask if he could play too. Danny wasn’t there, and while the two boys had been nice to him, he knew that he had a lot more in common with Dan. He decided to go find his friends from the year seven classes instead.
Unfortunately for Aiden, the word had spread about his night time accident at camp, courtesy of some grade eight boys telling their younger brothers, and the story had spread like wildfire. Although his usual playmates weren’t exactly mean to him, they were a bit standoffish, and a lot of the younger boys made fun of him. He soon gave up, and spent the rest of recess sitting by himself, watching Scott and Matt playing kick-to-kick, although they didn’t notice him.
“Man, it’s quiet without the guys here,” Scott remarked to the larger boy, as they headed towards the water fountain for a much needed drink before classes resumed. “What’re we gonna do at lunchtime? Same again?”
“Sorry Scotty. I’ve got that fucking lunchtime detention that Davies gave me, remember? Today and tomorrow.”
“Aww man! What the fuck am I s’posed to do then?”
Matt chuckled. “Dunno mate. I’ll swap you if ya like? You do my detention, I’ll hang around outside.”
Scotty chuckled, and put his arm around the bigger kids shoulders. “Nah buddy. I’ll be fine. You enjoy yourself, okay?”
The siren sounded, and they headed back to class, with Matthew explaining that he would have a ten minute window to eat his lunch, use the bathroom, and get to his punishment. Scotty thought that really sucked.
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At lunchtime, Scott and Matt sat together as usual, eating their lunch. The main topic of conversation was how grossly unfair it was that they had to attend school on Monday. Vacation was starting on Tuesday, something to do with a public holiday during the break, but the boys thought it was so stupid, having to come to school for just one day, before the two week break. Meanwhile, Aiden sat all by himself, trying to ignore the occasional jibes of “bed wetter,” or “baby” that the other boys directed at him.
He was beginning to feel very lonely, especially since the “little kids” didn’t want to play with him either. He supposed that he’d just spend the break sitting in the library, alone.
After he ate, Matt said goodbye to his mate, and headed to the boys room to relieve himself and wash his hands. As he was doing the latter, he saw Robbie walk in behind him, and was surprised when the big Aboriginal boy smiled at him.
“G’day Matt. Ya ready for this?”
Matt was surprised to say the least. “For what, big fella?”
“Detention you dork! Remember? I got it as well. For what I did to Aids.” He shrugged. “Guess I deserve it. It was a shitfull thing to do to the kid.”
Matt didn’t argue, but he waited for the bigger boy to wash his hands, and they walked out together, and headed for the detention room, making small talk about nothing in particular.
As they walked past Aiden, who had finished his lunch, and was about to go hide in the library, Matt was surprised when Robbie nodded at the boy, said hello, and continued on his way, saying nothing mean to him at all.
If Matthew was surprised, then Aiden was stunned. He’d seen the two big year eight boys approaching, and knowing that Rob was about to serve a detention because of him, and he was expecting some rudeness at best. He’d just hoped that Matt’s presence might stop the bigger boy from inflicting some sort of physical retribution on him. After the surprise greeting, Aiden made eye contact with Matt, who raised his eyebrows in a look of shared wonder with him. Feeling like he’d dodged a bullet, he sighed, now more relaxed, but still not looking forward to just sitting quietly by himself for the next fifty minutes. He dropped his rubbish in the bin, and with his head lowered, started the trek towards the library, where a lot of the other losers, nerds, dorks, and outcasts spent their time.
Scott has just finished his lunch, and was a bit surprised when he saw his mate walking up the quadrangle on his way to detention, side by side with Rob, the guy who had started the whole thing in the first place. He was more surprised when they passed Aiden, and the bigger kid had appeared to speak pleasantly to him. The momentary look of shock on Aidens face showed just how much he was surprised as well!
Scott sighed, feeling a bit lost. He was a popular kid amongst his peers, but he ALWAYS spent his break times with his oldest friends, and of late, Danny as well. Not knowing what to do with himself now, he picked up his football, and thought he may as well just put it back into his locker, as he couldn’t be bothered trying to find someone else to play with.
Then he noticed little Aiden trudging morosely towards the library, and had an idea.
“AIDEN! AIDS! YO! OVER HERE!”
The smallest boy in year eight flinched at first, expecting more teasing about his bed wetting episode to be shouted across the playground, although there was something familiar about that voice...
He turned around slowly, scanning the faces around him, until his eyes settled on Scott, looking at him expectantly.
Scott shouted and waved at him, wiggling the football around.
“Hey Aids! Wanna play?”
Aiden was stunned. Here was one of the popular kids singling him out, not for teasing or abuse, but actually asking him to play!
His face broke into a huge grin, and he started running towards his new friend.
“You betcha Scotty,” he shouted back in his high pitched, unbroken voice.
The eyes of dozens of boys in the playground looked on in disbelief, as the two boys ran towards the oval together.
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Rob and Matt were chatting away between themselves until they got to the door of the classroom where detention was held. They knew that for the next fifty minutes, they would be subjected to silent reading only, under the watchful gaze of Father Ryan, and it would be very boring.
However, upon entering the room, they found not the elderly priest, but Mr Davies, seated behind the raised desk at the front of the class.
“Welcome gentlemen. Please come in, and take a seat. I want you two to sit up here in the front row, beside each other.”
The two boys exchanged a slightly worried look, not understanding what was going on. Robbie was a veteran of detention, and although Matt was generally a good boy, he himself had spent a day or two in the room before. This was completely out of the ordinary. Usually, the kids were deliberately spaced away from each other, even sat in different rows, so there could be no communication or distraction of one another. But, they did as they were told, and took the two seats directly in front of the teachers desk. What happened next was an even bigger surprise. Mr Davies got up, walked around to the front of his desk, and perched casually on it, looking down upon the errant boys with a smile.
“Okay guys. Talk to me,” he said calmly. “You both know why you’re here. Tell me what happened.”
Neither boy spoke, but they did exchange a confused glance with each other.
“Come on boys. I’m not going to bite. Tell me what that little fracas was all about. Matthew?”
Matt was never overly talkative at the best of times, especially when talking to a teacher. He shrugged his shoulders. “Nothing much Sir. You were there. You saw it. But we kinda sorted it out now. We’re all good, aren’t we Rob?”
But before Rob could answer, the teacher tried again. “That’s excellent Mr Jackson. I’m pleased. As you get older, you’ll soon learn that life is too short to have enemies or carry grudges. I’m happy you boys have sorted your differences out. But that’s not what I asked, is it? I asked you to tell me, in your own words, what exactly happened.”
Matt shifted uncomfortably in his seat, not knowing where to look. He knew that the teacher had witnessed the entire incident, including Aiden getting pantsed, and he really didn’t want to drop Robbie in the shit again by going into too much detail.
“I guess I got angry at Robbie sir. I don’t think he meant any harm, but he kinda played a joke on little Aiden. You saw what happened sir. I’m sure Rob here didn’t know that like Aids was wearing a, um, like that thing he was wearing, but he was, and everybody laughed at him, and he got all upset. I guess I overreacted. You know. I didn’t think about it. I know I shouldn’t of done it sir. I just felt bad for Aids. That’s all.”
Mr Davies smiled. “Thank you Mr Jackson. Very eloquent. I’m sure it won’t happen again either.”
Turning his attention to Rob, he asked pretty much the same question. “Mr Williams. Care to tell me what happened in the Grand Hall please?”
Rob lowered his eyes. “I was being a dickhead sir, ah, I’m sorry, I meant...”
The teacher chuckled. “It’s ok Williams. I agree. You WERE being a dickhead. Just don’t let Father Ryan hear you say that! But why? Why were you being a dickhead?”
It was Robbies turn to shrug. “Dunno sir. I honestly didn’t mean anything bad by it. I never meant to hurt Aiden or anything, and I really didn’t know what he was wearing, I swear. It just kinda happened spontunelessley.”
“Spontaneously is the word your looking for Rob. But I get it. Please continue.”
“Well, I was walking behind him, and I saw he had baggy sweatpants on, and I just kinda got a sudden idea it’d be really funny if I pantsed him. It was a stupid idea. It just seemed like a good idea all of a sudden. Wish I hadn’t of done it though.”
“Why Rob? What changed your mind about it being funny or not?”
Robbie sunk lower in his seat, and looked straight down at his desk. “I guess after I crapped my pants on the bus yesterday sir, and everyone was looking at me and laughing behind my back, I sorta realised just how bad I made him feel. But it’s even worse for him, cause he’s so small like. Everyone picks on him a bit. They don’t do that to me, cause I’m a lot bigger. Even today, I’ve heard a couple of smart cracks about me having an accident, but not much. But I feel real bad because Aids is copping heaps of jokes and stuff, and I guess it’s my fault. I’m sorry sir.”
Mr Davies had hoped for a response like that, but was also wary of just being paid lip service by the boy, who had a well earned reputation of being a smart mouth. But the teacher could tell right away that the boy was being honest. They both were.
“Ok guys. Here’s my plan. As you know, I usually teach the year 10 boys. I usually only fill in for your year when a teacher is away or something, although it looks like I might be teaching you juniors on a more regular basis in future.”
“Why’s that sir?” Robbie asked.
“Two reasons Rob. There’s a vacancy, and I enjoy it. Simple as that.”
He stood up, and did a slow walk across the room.
“But, one thing I will still be doing with the senior classes, is a little pet project of mine, an idea that I put forward to Father Ryan, who agreed it was worth trialling.”
“What’s that sir?” Matthew asked, sounding genuinely intrigued.
“Glad you asked, Jackson,” he replied with a smile.
“I, with the help of Father Ryan, am establishing an Anti-Bullying committee, to be chiefly run by representatives of the student body. My original plan, was for it to be the domain of the year twelve Prefects, and a couple of year eleven boys, but after witnessing what went on between you three, I thought having a couple of representatives from the junior school would be a good idea as well. After all, it IS usually the junior boys that get bullied the most.”
Matt and Rob looked at each other, wondering exactly where this was going.
“Now you two just happen to be the biggest boys from the junior school, and although I know that Mr Williams here doesn’t exactly have an unblemished record on the subject of bullying, I think that after his unfortunate experience on the bus, he may have a much better idea of how uncomfortable it is to be picked on, am I right Mr Williams?”
Rob nodded bashfully, not looking directly at the teacher.
“Now, this little committee of mine will be worth extra credits to those students who are on it, which can come in awfully handy at report card time, especially for those students who are, um, less than exemplary accademically, if you get my drift?”
The boys did, and both nodded. Neither of them were straight A students by a long way.
“In short, gentlemen, I would like to invite the pair of you to work side by side, as the junior representatives on the soon-to-be-officially-formed, St Marks anti bullying committee! Whaddya say boys? Want to help make a difference?”
Both boys looked at each other and grinned. |
Chapter 56. Finally reunited!
It was Saturday at last, and although he had woken up with a wet diaper for the second day in a row, Dan was in a good mood. He was finally going to see his girlfriend again, after nearly a whole week.
He had felt better on Thursday morning, although not 100%, so he had stayed home from school, and Sue refused to let him go out visiting that night. On Friday, he had attended school again, but Amy and Sonia has gone out for dinner that evening with her grandmother and her sister, Alison, so their plans had been put on hold once more.
But now, finally, they could catch up. Unbeknownst to them, their mothers had a secret agenda of their own. Sue had told Sonia about the project up north, and she was very interested in going as well, so they were going to have a good chat about it over coffee, probably at a cafe, where they could keep it a secret from their kids. Pete would be back on Monday, and Sue was trying to arrange a big meeting for that evening, probably at Paul’s house, as he had the big family room underneath where Scott and his buddies held their sleepovers, and that could easily accommodate all the various tradesmen, wives, and kids.
After his shower, Dan dressed in jeans and a hoodie, and was busily devouring his breakfast of bacon and eggs. It appeared that his healthy appetite had certainly returned. By 9AM, he was starting to get fidgety, and just wanted to leave. Sue got sick of his constant nagging, and set him a few tasks to do first, telling him for the third or fourth time that no, they wouldn’t be leaving until at least eleven.
By 10:45, he was putting his shoes on, and trying to hurry his mother up, as he fidgeted around nervously.
“Danny, for God’s sake settle down! We’ll leave in a minute, okay?”
He sighed, and she noticed him give a light, distracted pull at the front of his jeans.
“Do you need to go to the toilet before we leave?”
“Aw come on mum. Not this again. I told you before, I can work out when I need to go without you constantly telling me, remember?”
“Suit yourself mate. It’s your call. What’re you wearing under your jeans. Have you packed a change of clothes, just in case?”
The boy blushed. It was funny, as soon as his mother had mentioned going to the toilet, he had realised that he actually did need to go, something he hadn’t quite noticed beforehand. Now, she was reminding him to take his bag, when he hated to admit, but he had forgotten.
“Uh, I’m not wearing anything except undies mum. We’re not going out anywhere, just hang around and watch tv. I won’t need a diaper today.”
“Really Danny? After the other night? You think that’s a good idea?”
“Come on mum,” he replied, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Damn it! He really did need to pee now she had pointed it out! He had been too busy trying to rush out the door early to realise it until then.
“My stomachs all better now. I haven’t got the runs anymore.”
“Ok mate. I don’t care,” Sue told him. “You’re the one who will have to deal with it. Not me. But I do want you to take your bag, with a change of clothes, especially if you’re not going to wear a diaper. Just in case you do get wet or something.”
By now, Dan was actually starting to feel his urgency getting uncomfortable. But he didn’t want his mother to know that she had been right, so taking his chance, he mumbled “Fine, fine,” and tried his best to nonchalantly walk from the room without showing it.
A second later, Sue heard his feet thumping up the stairs in a terrific hurry, and she didn’t need to be watching to know that he probably had a hand buried in his crotch as he ran. She shook her head.
Danny made it to the toilet just in time, getting himself clear of his jeans only seconds before the dam burst, and he drew in a shaky breath as his bladder emptied itself with him having little to no control over it.
It was a close call, and it worried him, with the memory of the other night burning in his mind, and what it had felt like to lose control of his bowels. He felt very sheepish as he washed his hands, then swapped his underpants for a camouflage pull up, and packed his bag with a change of pants and extra diapers. Just in case.
They arrived at Sonia’s house by 11:30, and Amy was out the door and meeting the car in the driveway before it even pulled up. Sue grinned when she saw the girl, who today was dressed in an adorable pair of short bib overalls, with a pink shirt underneath, and fluffy pink socks. Her hair was done in two high pigtails, and she didn’t wear a trace of makeup. Not for the first time did Sue notice how age fluid she was. Today she could’ve almost passed for a twelve year old, except for her large breasts and womanly curves, which belied her somewhat childish attire. There was nothing childish about the way that her son was kissing her either. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, but they held tight to each other and pressed their lips together furiously.
“Get a room guys,” Sue muttered, as she went inside to join her friend.
“Hi darling, great to see you,” she said to Sonia, as they exchanged a much more delicate peck on the cheeks with each other. “I tell you Son, those two worry me sometimes,” as the boy and girl ran past them, holding hands and giggling like little kids.
“Meh. What’re we going to do?” Sonia replied. “Lock them up? They’re kids. At least they’ve both got each other to lean on.”
“As long as they only lean!” Sue said with a wry smile, and her best friend laughed.
“So, want to tell me the details of this working holiday of Pete’s?”
“Not now mate. Let’s wait until we go to lunch. I don’t want little ears overhearing stuff until Monday....”
Inside Amy’s room, she kicked the door shut behind them, even though she knew she wasn’t supposed to, and led her boyfriend to her double bed, where she put her arms around his neck, and dragged him down on top of herself, making the plastic sheet crinkle loudly. Dan took most of his own weight on his arms, but he lay gently on top of her, now kissing her with a lot more passion than he had dared to use in front of his mum, and he ground his diapered pelvis against hers, as she lifted her legs, locking her socked feet behind his bottom.
He felt his boyhood go instantly hard, and it felt nice as his warm but dry padding mushed itself against him. Amy’s diaper was a little bit wet, as she had leaked a bit from excitement when the car had pulled up, but now she was starting to feel a new, more slippery wetness rubbing on her moist padding.
“I’ve missed you so much, Catholic Boy,” she whispered, and he kissed her very gently on the tip of her pert little nose.
“Me too, Catholic girl,” then they rolled over, and she was suddenly sitting on his lap, pressing down on his erect penis, and rotating her hips as she looked down on him. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and he could see her hardened nipples pressing firmly against her loose fitting t-shirt, every time she moved in a certain way.
“You, ah, probably should stop moving like that,” he warned her in a shaky voice.
She gave him an evil grin, pressing her weight down even harder. “Why’s that, Danny Boy? Dontcha like it?”
He groaned. “I actually like it too much Ames. You know what’ll happen if you keep doing that....”
“Aww. Will little Danny go cummies in his pants again?”
He felt his rock hard penis give a warning twitch.
“I mean it Ames. You better stop...”
“What’re you gonna do about it Catholic Boy?”
He grinned back. “Just this,” and dug two fingers sharply into her ribs.
Amy squealed at the top of her lungs, and stood on her knees, lifting her weight off his lap, and probably just in time. He grabbed her and twisted, and she fell face down on the bed, and he jumped onto her padded bottom, and kept tickling her ribs gently but constantly, and she shrieked loudly, trying to twist her way out from underneath him.
“Stop! Stop! Stop! Danny! Stop! I going to pee,” she squealed, trying to keep her voice down.
“Oh, are you,” he replied. “Then, (jab) Little (poke) Amy (tickle) will (poke, jab) need her (tickle) didee changed!”
“Oh. Oh. You bastard. Ugh. I’m peeing,” she said through tears of laughter. “STOP!”
Sue and Sonia heard the shouting and laughter from the kitchen, where the were waiting for the kettle to boil.
“Oi! You two! Keep it down. Behave yourselves!” Sonia shouted, looking down the hall. “And open your door please Amy! You know the rules!”
A few seconds of silence, then the door opened a fraction, and her daughter stuck her head out.
“Sorry mummy,” she said innocently, before her head disappeared inside her room again.
“We make them keep their doors open, but then we leave them alone with each other,” Sue pointed out to her friend.
“They’re only kids, darling,” Sonia replied with a wry smile. “What else can we do? Chain them up? Watch them constantly? Besides, if they really want to get up to mischief, they will. They’ll always find a way.”
“That’s exactly what worries me, darling,” Sue said with a shake of her head.
Danny had frozen on the bed after Sonia’s shouted warning, and he looked anxiously at Amy, standing with her head out the door.
“Lookit what you made me do,” she said quietly, turning around to face him, and he saw a dark wet patch the size of a tennis ball between her legs.
“You made me piddle laying on my stomach, you meanie. My nappy got all wet and leaky.”
Dan felt himself stirring again. “I’m sorry babe. I can help you change if you like?”
“Maybe later,” she said with a wink. “After our mums have gone. Look! You made me get my cute new overalls all wet.”
She spread her legs, and pulled at the wet denim, spreading it wider, and looking at it mock-sorrowfully. It wasn’t a huge wet spot, but the light blue washed denim showed off where her diaper had leaked perfectly. Suddenly, she grabbed at the wet spot and clamped her legs together.
“ Ohhhhh, I haven’t finished yet,” she said teasingly.
Dan watched on, as her right thumb headed towards her mouth, and she started gnawing nervously at her thumbnail, before opening her legs slightly, but leaving her left hand there, while she made direct eye contact with him.
Dans eyes were quickly drawn to her thighs however, as a single dark thread appeared on the inside of her left leg, snaking down towards her knee.
The sound of approaching footsteps broke the spell that had fallen over them, and quick as a flash, Amy ran into her adjoining bathroom, closing the door behind her, only seconds before Sonia walked in the slightly open door without knocking.
Dan was sitting on the bed, with his legs tightly crossed, feeling his erection beating in time with his pulse, and hoping to God it wouldn’t be noticeable if he stayed seated.
“Amy, we’re going now, we’re not going to.....Amy?”
Not trusting himself to speak, Danny pointed towards the bathroom door. He felt like he was glowing bright red, but Sonia didn’t appear to notice, and she knocked on the closed door.
“Are you alright baby?”
Amy’s voice echoed back, sounding a bit glum.
“Yeah. But I hadda bit of an accident mummy. My diaper leaked. I was laughing too much I think. Sorry.”
Sonia sighed. “You know you don’t have to apologise Amy. Are you okay? Need a hand?”
The door cracked open, just enough for her innocent looking face to appear.
“I’m okay mum. But could you maybe fetch my new jeans from my drawer?”
Sonia smiled. “Of course sweetie. Anything else?”
“No thanks mummy. I just need to get changed. I’ll put these straight into the washing, okay?”
Sonia agreed, and told both kids that they were leaving for a little while, and not to get up to any mischief. They were being trusted to behave themselves together whilst no adult was there, and they hastily assured her that they would.
Dan even left the room with her, going to the kitchen to say goodbye to his mother while his girlfriend got changed.
“Everything okay?” Sue asked when they had returned without the girl.
“Yeah, Amy just had a little accident,” Sonia replied. “She’s getting changed.”
Dan thought they he really should say something. “We were laughing too much,” he explained, feeling somehow embarrassed.
“Oh, we heard,” Sue informed him.
“You go wait in the lounge room mister,” she instructed firmly. “Stay out of her room until we get back, okay? That’s an order.”
Dan nodded sheepishly, and slunk into the lounge, hoping their folks would just hurry up and leave already. It felt really awkward explaining to your mother, and your girlfriends mother, that she had wet her pants while the pair of them had been mucking around. He hoped Amy would hurry up and get changed, he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible, even if they didn’t do a lot.
A minute later, their mothers came in to say goodbye, and shout their goodbyes down the hall to Amy. Sue pulled her son aside for one last word of warning.
“Remember what I said Daniel. You stay out of her room until we get back, and for Gods sake, keep your hands to yourself and behave! Both of you. You guys are being trusted here.”
He looked abashed. “I will mum. We won’t do anything. Promise.”
She gave him a smile, and a quick peck of a kiss on the forehead. “Good lad. Remember, we won’t be gone long....”
As the adults left, the boy thought about what his mother had said. He guessed that they deserved a warning. They really were starting to get a lot more physical with each other around their parents. He decided that from now on, they should start being a lot more circumspect about their behaviour when their mums were around.
He was drawn out of his thoughts with the arrival of Amy, standing in the doorway, blushing slightly, still wearing her pee stained shortalls.
“Danny, I thought you were going to help me get changed?”
All thoughts of being on his best behaviour instantly vanished, and he took her hand and led her back to her bedroom, where this time, he closed the door. |
Chapter 57
“So what’s this big trip entail?” Sonia asked her friend, as she stirred some sugar into her latte.
“There’s a friend of Pete’s, who’s a developer. He’s always building or renovating commercial property. We’ll explain it in detail on Monday night. But, in a nutshell, he’s asked Pete to organise a team of tradesmen for his latest pet project, so we’re busy trying to put a crew together. Good money, free accommodation, admittedly at a caravan park, but the place will be empty, except for the crew. The kids can run amok, and it’s right next to the beach!”
But what are WE going to do up there darling? I’m not going to be clambering around up ladders, that’s for sure!”
Sue laughed. “Don’t panic sweetie, neither will I. But there’s lots of vans that will need cleaning, and we’ll cook meals for the guys, and look after the kids of course.”
Sonia looked dubious. “So you’re saying I’m going to spend my time cooking, cleaning, and looking after the kids. It’s not exactly a villa in Bali, is it?”
Sue laughed. “You weren’t going to Bali anyway, and what exactly do you think you were going to be doing at home? Especially with our two! No doubt just that, plus taxi duties as well, or trying to keep bored teenagers amused, which undoubtedly will cost money. This way, you can actually earn some, so can the kids, and trust me, there’s going to be a lot of stuff going on as well to keep them occupied!
Let’s see, there’s going to be a ...”
For the next few minutes, Sue regaled Sonia with all the details, and by the end of her sales pitch, her friend was completely on board with the idea. She had to admit, it sounded perfect.
“But, I need at least one other lady,” Sue said. “Any suggestions?”
Sonia sipped her coffee thoughtfully, then inspiration struck.
“Paula Peters!” She exclaimed triumphantly. “This would be perfect for her!”
“Who’s that? I don’t think I know her?”
“You know that little Nikki girl? The one that our two hang around with? It’s her mother.”
She lowered her voice.
“I don’t think she’s got a lot of money. I had coffee with her awhile back, when she dropped Nikki off. She’s a really nice lady. But she was telling me that she works two jobs, and was taking time off while Nikki and her brother were on holidays, but it sounded to me like she was really worried about money because of it. They were just staying home and doing nothing. It would be perfect for her! She could still get paid, and her sweet little Nikki could come away with her friends. Amy and Danny would like that as well no doubt. It would give her and the kids a much needed break. I don’t think they’ve been away anywhere in years!”
“It sounds good,” Sue admitted with a clap of her hands. “Do you think she’d be interested?”
Sonia pulled out her phone. “Only one way to find out mate!”
Not long after, Sue had introduced herself to Nikki’s mother, and given her the same condensed version of the trip that Sonia had received.
“If you can come to our team meeting on Monday night, all the details will be revealed. But don’t say anything to Nikki yet! We’re trying to keep it a secret from the kids.”
Paula sighed. “It sounds absolutely perfect Sue. I really appreciate you and Sonia thinking about me, really I do. I know that Nikki has been a bit worried about the holidays. Her and her boyfriend Scott have been trying to make all sorts of plans, but they all cost money.”
A lightbulb went off in Sues head.
“Hang on Paula! This Scott boy. Does he go to St Marks? Is he friendly with a Matthew and Ali? An Indian boy?”
The puzzlement in Paula’s voice was obvious.
“Yes, how did you know that?”
Sue shrieked with laughter, and put her phone on speaker so Sonia could hear.
“Oh my God! Your Nikki is friends with Amy. Amy’s boyfriend is my son, Danny! Those boys are his best mates! They all know each other! Most of that little gang are going too!”
Paula burst into laughter as well. “Oh dear! I’ll admit, it does sound perfect! Well, almost. But I still can’t go. I’ve got an older boy as well, he’s only seventeen. I can’t leave him on his own for a week. Besides, he’s finishing school this year, and I’m helping him with his resume, and we’re going to be dropping them off, and emailing them out. He really wants to get an apprenticeship started as soon as school finishes.” The disappointment in her voice was obvious.
“What’s he want to do?” Sue enquired.
“He really wants to do a trade,” Paula informed them. “He doesn’t want to go to University, and quite frankly, we probably couldn’t afford to send him anyway.”
Sonia and Sue exchanged a knowing smile.
“Bring him along too!” Sue told her with a chuckle. “There’s going to be tradesmen galore up there. He can get some experience doing some labouring, because the guys will all need a hand. They’ll pay him of course, and you never know, he might just find a job out of it at the end!”
Paula was stunned. “Do you really think he might? Would that be ok? He’s trying really hard, and trying to save as much money as he can. I’m sure he’d love to earn some extra money and get some experience.”
“Of course it’s alright darling,” Sue told her. “Obviously I can’t promise him a real job out of it, but the guys will be happy to pay him, and provide him with some good references at least, if he works hard of course.”
“Oh don’t worry, he’ll work his ass off,” Paula assured them. “He’s so desperate for a trade apprenticeship of some sort.”
“What’s his name?” Sue asked.
“Troy,”
“Well you bring Troy and Nikki with you on Monday night,” Sonia insisted, then Sue gave her the address.
Paula burst into laughter. “Of course! It’s young Scott’s place isn’t it? Don’t worry! I know how to get there!”
The three mothers all burst into laughter together.
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Meanwhile, back at home, Daniel and Amy were sharing a passionate embrace in the bedroom. They stood facing each other, and Dan was kissing her like there was no tomorrow, as they rubbed their hands all over each other.
Amy affected her “little girl” voice, as she looked into his eyes.
“Danny, my diaper is all wet and leaky. Will you help me change it? Please?”
Dan had his left hand on her right breast, feeling the hardened nub of her nipple poking his palm through her t-shirt. “I better check,” he whispered.
His hand slid down between her legs, directly onto the round wet spot on her shortalls, and he squeezed her gently, feeling her diaper squash beneath his gentle grip. “Mmmm mmmm. You are wet, little Amy. Are you sure you want me to help you?”
She kissed him again, harder than before. “Uh huh.”
They broke apart, and with shaking hands, he managed to undo the clips on her bib, then slid them down, so she could step out of them. He lifted her shirt up to her belly button, and looked at the sagging, discoloured nappy that hung slightly between her legs.
“I looks very wet Ames. Are you sure you want me to take it off?”
“Of course I do, silly,” she told him, still talking little. “But maybe I should make absolutely sure that I’m empty first. I don’t want to piddle on the floor.”
She lifted her shirt up, spread her socked feet apart, and squatted down low, like she would if she peed behind her pool. She gave a slight push, and was instantly rewarded with a slight burst of warm wetness spreading between her padded thighs, making her big pull up swell even more. It wasn’t much, but she knew that now she was completely empty, and no chance of making a mess once her nappy was removed.
“All done,” she said softly. “Now why don’t you take those jeans of yours off as well?”
Dan did better than that. He kicked his shoes off, then his jeans, and finally his hoodie, leaving himself dressed exactly as Amy was, in socks, a t-shirt, and a diaper.
They came together once more, and without talking about it, they helped each other out of their shirts, then rubbed each other’s nipples, watching breathlessly as they both hardened, while feeling the same tingling sensation deep inside their diapers.
Amy slid her hand into the front of Dans camouflage kiddy pull up, and he moaned as she gently gripped his swollen shaft. Not too long ago he would’ve been scared of having an accidental “pre-emptive” strike of a different variety in her hand, but he was beginning to learn a bit more about self control now, although he wouldn’t trust himself too much if she moved her hand around a lot.
Taking his cue from her, as always, his hand slid down the front of her diaper, gently probing at her sex, while the wet padding rubbed provocatively against the back of her hand. She sighed with pleasure, closing her eyes and tilting her head back.
“You’re still dry,” she whispered, “but maybe we should take that pull up off anyway?”
She stepped around him, and sat on the bed, feeling the wet mushiness pressing against her bottom, then drew him in close to stand in front of her.
“At ease little soldier. Put your hands behind your back, that’s an order.”
Once he was “at ease,” she slowly slid his pull up down, freeing his boyhood, which obviously wasn’t taking any orders, as it stood at full attention. Not for the first time did she look in amazement at how much size difference there was between him being soft, and being hard. It was almost like he had two different “things” there, that he could change at will.
Dans breath caught in his throat as she leaned forward, and kissed it gently on the tip, tasting a saltiness there that was different from anything she had ever tasted before.
For the briefest of moments, she almost succumbed to the temptation of going further, and doing that naughty thing that she knew some girls did, and her mouth opened slightly for a second, before a voice inside her head warned her that she was about to cross a line, a big line. A grownup line. One they had already discussed in detail previously, and declared that they weren’t ready to cross.
Yet.
Instead, she kissed him gently “down there” again, then laid back on the bed, looking at him expectantly.
Dan used his feet to drag his socks off, and now completely naked, he stood over her, and gently pulled her wet diaper down and over her socks.
She wiggled her feet at him.
“Sockies as well?”
“Nah. Let’s leave them on,” he told her with a grin, which she returned easily. She knew how much he liked seeing her in her socks.
“Here Danny, use these,” she said shyly, passing him a package of wet wipes that she kept beside her bed.
Daniel pulled one out, and Amy bent her legs, and lifted her feet, fully exposing herself to him. The boy shuffled under her raised legs, and she let her feet rest on his back, as he slowly and gently started wiping the pee from her private area. He took his time, and worked his way around her inner thighs, under her buttocks, and all over the tight blonde curls that covered the lower part of her girlhood.
As he wiped, she tightened her leg grip on his torso, trapping him there, while occasionally lifting her bottom up, pressing into his hand, increasing the pressure on her erogenous zone.
When he was sure that she was clean, he lowered his mouth to her sex, and inhaled her aroma. He kissed her there ever so gently, and she thrust her groin into his face with need.
Sliding his body up, she kissed him on his lips, and could smell and taste herself on them. He took a nipple in his mouth, and drew it in, making her arch her back once more, while her fingernails racked across his, leaving slight trails behind.
Eventually, there bodies started grinding against each other, as sheer animal instinct, forged by countless generations before them, took over, and his erection brushed against her moist opening.
Without thinking, the boy put a hand down there, grabbing himself, and guiding it towards her vagina. His tip brushed against it, but she twisted her body away at the last moment, and whispered “No. that’s enough Dan.”
Suddenly, his head cleared, and he realised exactly what he had been about to do, and he pulled back, looking at her a bit shamefully.
“I’m sorry babe. I didn’t mean to do that. I wasn’t thinking, and....”
She put an index finger to his lips and said “Shhhh, it’s okay Danny. I understand. I love you. Believe me, I wanna do that to. But not yet. Okay?”
He rolled off the top of her, to lay beside, his breath coming in sharp pants, looking embarrassed.
“But we can still do other stuff,” she said, slipping him a wink, while she took a handful of wet wipes for herself, and gently wrapped his throbbing member in the cool slippery cloth.
While she stroked him, he stroked her with a bare hand, and it didn’t take long for them to start bucking and moaning in time with each other.
Amy felt a deep tingling feeling rushing up from deep inside her body, and Dan watched her toes curling inside her fluffy pink socks, as her thighs clamped tightly together, trapping his hand.
He was beginning to feel a budding volcanic like explosion of his own starting, as her hand tightened its grip on his member.
They reached their climaxes at the same time, and Dan felt a wet warmth hitting his hand, as his girlfriend wet herself a little bit as she came. She felt his organ pulsing through the wet wipes, a second before a wet stickiness hit the moist cloth, then dripped onto her hand.
“I love you so much, Danny boy,” she whispered. |
Interesting fact time! (Hopefully)
This story has been geographically and locally accurate for the most part. All of the places and things are real, such as Adventure World. It’s a real place, and all of the rides there are exactly as I described. I’ve been there a few times. The freeways and streets are real names. Rockingham exists, with the beach, exactly as told.
I made up the names of the schools, but based the uniforms on the ones from two of Perth’s most prestigious private Catholic schools. The weather is a true indicator of Perth conditions. Even in winter, it rarely gets below 15C during the day, but maybe 3-4 overnight. Most school kids wear shorts all year round, and you can comfortably swim in the ocean without freezing your butt off well into late April, early May.
But I needed a bit of license with my holiday town of “Peaceful Bay.”
It’s based loosely on a lot of country towns, especially coastal ones that I’ve been to over the years, but geographically speaking, I’ve situated it where a real town, Shark Bay, is located, about 850kms north of Perth, and is significantly warmer as well.
This is obviously in no way relevant to anything, but I thought readers might be interested in how many “real details” are used.
Chapter 60.
As everyone was now officially on holidays, there wasn’t any rush to speed things up to get home for homework, nor school or work tomorrow. The adults sat around drinking for a while after dinner, and the kids went downstairs and played pool. Mary had set up a mis-matched assortment of chairs in a couple of semi circular rows, ready for Peters big presentation. Sue only allowed herself one glass of wine, because judging by the way her husband was knocking the beers back, it was obvious who would be driving home later! She didn’t begrudge him having a drink though, especially on his first night back. The mine site he worked at had a strict two beer a day policy, and he hadn’t been able to just relax and have more than that for six long weeks. Eventually, the adults made their way downstairs, where the kids were beginning to get a bit fidgety with excitement, and everyone found a seat. The grownups, including Nikki’s brother Troy sat in the front row, with the teenagers behind. Of course Amy sat beside Dan, and Scott sat between Nikki and Matt.
Pete took centre stage comfortably. He was used to giving presentations to his crew, and his contractual employers, so he always felt relaxed giving speeches.
“Ok, ladies and gentlemen, by now, a lot of you already know a bit about what’s going on, while some of you have no idea.” With that, he winked at the second row, before continuing.
“Most of you here already know Mario, or at least know of him. He’s an institution in our game, and always has his fingers in a lot of different pies. His latest grand scheme, is in Peaceful Bay. I’ll give a brief run down about The Bay, for the benefit of those of you who aren’t familiar with it.” He paused to have a sip of beer, before continuing.
“Peaceful Bay is a kind of cross between a fishing town, and a holiday destination, situated about 850 klicks away up north. It’s a good nine hour drive, but easily doable in a day, if we leave early enough. I know that myself and the guys here have all been there before, and I believe Matthew has as well?”
Matt nodded excitedly. He’d been fishing with his dad up there, and had thought it was totally awesome!
“It’s quite a reasonable size for a small town,” Peter went on. “Big enough for its own primary and high schools, supermarkets, local hospital etc., but tourism is one of its biggest drawcards. People go there to fish, swim with the Whale Sharks and dolphins, snorkel the reef, and get away from the city for awhile. Most of us probably know people that have holiday shacks up there.”
Scott put his hand up, as if he was in school. “Is there internet reception?”
This caused the adults to groan in unison, and Paul threw a beer coaster at his son, hitting him right in the head. “Trust you to ask that,” he said with a laugh.
Once the laughter had died down, and a red faced Scott had been punched on both arms by both Dan and Matthew, Peter picked up where he left off.
“Yes mate. Don’t panic. We’re not travelling back in time or anything, so you lot will all be able to use your devices okay, if you have time that is.
“Now, where was I? Oh yeah. The holiday destination thing. Like I said, tourism is its biggest drawcard. You’ve got the township proper, which has some good pub accommodation and a couple of motels, and the holiday shack area, just outside the town to the south. During the summer, especially the school holidays, the population swells with visiting families, especially those with boats who enjoy fishing, and during the colder months, like now, a lot of older people take their caravans up there, where it’s a bit warmer than here.”
He finished his beer, and took another that Paul handed to him.
“At least they used to. A couple of years ago, the big caravan park closed down. I’m not sure exactly why, but it did, and didn’t go up for sale again. Until last month.
“Enter our benevolent employer, Mario.
“As we know, Mario always knows a bargain when he sees one, especially if he can eventually turn a profit out of it. That caravan park has the potential to be a real goldmine, although it needs a lot of work. Long story short, Mario has purchased the Peaceful Bay Caravan Park, including about twenty run down site caravans, and The Lodge of course, but it’s all looking a bit tired and dilapidated right now. He would’ve liked to have it up and running for these school holidays, but obviously there wasn’t time, but he really wants it up and going as soon as possible.”
Suddenly, the pieces started falling into place for the kids, and they started talking excitedly, and asking all sorts of questions, but with a raised hand, Dans father was eventually able to quell their chatter.
“I’ve negotiated what I believe is a very fair deal with Mario, who has already paid a substantial amount into a holding account for the project, which I’m overseeing. This means we will be paid in cash, and the wages will be tax free, although slightly less than what we would usually get. But, our food, drink, and accommodation is all well and truly covered, which will more than make up for any shortfall. Besides, as we’re not getting an hourly rate, there’s no pressure on us to have a tight schedule. I’ve estimated it taking ten days, tops, but if it takes an extra day or so, it doesn’t matter. Basically, as long as the place is ready to go by the end of the school holidays, Mario will be happy. Then we all get a nice fat cash paycheque, and knowing Mario, probably a bonus as well.”
Dan raised his hand next. “What about us dad? What’re we supposed to do while you’re all working?”
Peter grinned. “Don’t stress, Danny boy. We’ve got plans for you lot. We’re going to need a bit of help here and there, plus there’s a lot of little jobs that you guys can do as well. We’ll pay you for it, as you’ll be part of the team. But I certainly don’t plan on working all day, everyday either! I reckon we’ll be knocking off nice and early each day, and we’ll have lots of time to hang out with you lot as well.”
He took a sidelong glance at Jack. “I believe Jack is taking his boat up?”
Jack nodded, causing Matt to give a fist pump, “Yessss,” he murmured. He loved going out fishing in his dads boat! “Hey dad, can we take Josh’s dirt bike as well?”
Jack put on a pretend scowl. “Do you really think your brother is going to loan you his bike? Besides, it’s a bloody great 650. You’d friggin’ kill yourselves, you knucklehead! Anyway, I couldn’t take the boat AND the bike at the same time, even if I was stupid enough to let ya ride it!”
“Worth a try dad,” Matt said with a cheeky grin, before Peter continued once more.
“The Park is right on the beach, literally next to it, so we can go fishing and swimming, have barbecues, play cricket, all that sort of stuff. But you guys might want to knuckle down and do a bit of work too. This weekend, is the start of the week-long Peaceful Bay festival. There’s going to be a carnival, with rides and sideshows, and Saturday night there’s a band at the pub, including an under aged disco on first. I’m sure you lot will need a bit of money for that....”
This elicited a round of whooping, cheering, and high fives from the second row. Not only was there a carnival, but they’d be earning their own money for it!
Pete turned his attention to Troy, who had been sitting silently for most of the evening, only answering politely when he was spoken to. He was the most nicely dressed person in the room, with freshly ironed slacks, a dress shirt, and shiny leather shoes. The young man was determined to put forward a good image to any potential future employers.
“Troy, your mum tells me that you want an apprenticeship, is that right?”
“Yes sir,” he replied, immediately sitting up straighter.
“For your part in this, we’re probably all going to need a hand at some point. It’ll be a lot of lifting and carrying stuff, and basically just doing whatever we ask of you. I’m also thinking that you can babysit this motley crew on Saturday night. Go to the underage dance with them, then keep an eye on ‘em while we go to the pub later. You’re only seventeen, so you can’t come with us then anyway. We’ll pay you adult labourer rates for your site work, as well as a share of any bonus that we get. If you work out okay, like work hard and do as you’re told, I believe Jack here might have something in mind. Right Jack?”
The big man stood up. “My apprentice finishes his time with me at the end of the year mate, just when you’ll be finishing school. I’ll need to replace him next year. If you’re keen enough to work hard and learn, I might think about taking you on after Christmas. What do you think?”
Troy turned pink. He was almost lost for words. “Mr Jackson, that, that’d be great. I, I, I don’t know what, I mean I’ll work very hard sir, I’ll do what....”
“First rule,” Jack said in a growling voice, which sounded very menacing coming from the huge, tattooed man, “is my name is Jack, not Mr Jackson. That’s me dad. Second rule, if you call me sir again, I’ll put me boot in your ass. Third, I’m not promising you anything. This is a trial, to see what you work out like, gottit?”
“Yes sir, Mr Ja, I mean Jack. I understand.”
“Right. Your first job, go upstairs into Paul’s fridge, and bring some more beer down. You can have one as well, if your mother doesn’t mind of course?”
Paula had tears in her eyes. This was exactly the sort of opportunity that her boy had had his heart set on. She was almost overwhelmed by it, but she still had a few doubts.
“Listen Jack,” she said, “And Paul, and of course Peter, Sue, and Sonia. This is just so amazing! I don’t know what to say! This whole thing is surreal! We haven’t had a family holiday in years, and Troy is so set on getting a trade, this is unbelievable. But I don’t think Nikki and I can go...”
Nikki reacted immediately, issuing a moaning groan of “Whaaaaat? Muuuuummmmm, What’re you talking about? We’ve gotta go!” Scott’s grip on her hand tightened significantly, showing her that he agreed with her wholeheartedly.
“Nikki, sweetie, I don’t think my old car can get us that far and back. It needs a tuneup, tires, it’s falling apart, you know that.”
“Can you drive a bigger ute Pam?And tow a small trailer?”Jack asked.
“Of course I can. I can even drive a light truck. I’ve got my license.”
“Well I’ll be needing both my utes up there, I’ll be towing the boat with the big one, but I’ll be taking my cement mixer and ladders as well. It would be a huge help if you could drive that up for me?”
Straight away Matt piped up, “The bike could fit in the back too dad..,”
This earned him a withering glare and a raised middle finger from his father, which made everyone laugh.
“Can you drive Troy? Got a license?”
“I’ve got my P plates Mr...Jack.”
“Good. It’s a bloody long drive up there. If your mum can do the five odd hours to Geraldton, maybe you can do the country run after that.”
“No problem Jack,” the boy said confidently. He’d love the chance to drive a flashy, newer car on the open road.
“Good. That’s settled,” Jack said with an air of finality. “Now for Christ’s sake, go and fetch the bloody beer! We’re not camels ya know!”
Troy scurried away quickly, before his mother could pick more holes in the plan, returning shortly with more beer, and looking questioningly at her. When she nodded her approval, he grinned broadly, and took one for himself as well. After all, this was now a night for celebration.
“Ok,” Peter said. “I’d normally take my brother in law up, but he and his wife have just had twins, so he’ll want to stay home. I’ll take one of my town guys up with me instead. I guess you two will take an offsider each?”
Jack and Paul nodded. There was too much work for any of them to do just by themselves. Besides, they wouldn’t be paying the wages for a change!
“Accommodation won’t be a problem, there’s at least 20 liveable vans onsite, although they’ll all need a good cleaning. If we can get up there early enough, I can hook the power up, and we can get them at least good enough for the first night, then give them a proper cleaning later. Paul, you’ll need to start on the plumbing straight away. There’s a toilet and a shower block, and a camp laundry that’ll be the biggest priority, and you can worry about the drains later.
Sue put her hand up. “What’s this about the toilets dear? Are you trying to tell us that there’s no toilets up there?”
He grinned. “Not exactly darling. They’re there. Just kinda not working at the moment. Paul’s going to need to reconnect the water, and replace some seals and gaskets, then they’ll need cleaning.”
“So what’re we supposed to do until then, you great twit? It’s alright for you guys to go peeing in the bush like animals, but what’re we girls supposed to do?”
“Stop worrying my dear. I’ve organised some porta-loos to be delivered to site before we get there. As for the shower, it won’t kill any of us to miss a shower for one day. It’s just like camping!”
While Sue argued with her husband about his ideas on the unnecessary use of showers while camping, Paula turned around and looked at Nikki. Although she was a lot better nowadays with regards to her phobia about strange toilets, there was one part she still harboured an intense feeling on.
Her absolute hatred of porta-loos.
She simply could not understand how anyone in their right mind would choose to use one. They were small, cramped, usually dirty and smelly, you had to sit on top of a tank of God-knows-what, and worst of all, they could actually tip over! There was just no way known that Nikki would ever set foot in one, as more than a few pairs of soaked pants over the years could testify too.
Nikki screwed her face up, looked directly at her mother, and shook her head, sending a very clear message about what her thoughts were regarding the use of porta-loos, a message that Paula had gotten loud and clear over the years.
All she could do was shrug. Surely it wouldn’t take long to get the toilets up and running, especially if they started on them early.
In the meantime Sue was trying her hardest to be subtle and diplomatic with her husband, who appeared to have forgotten that Dan, Amy, and Scotty, may have a more pressing need than the others to use a shower, especially first thing in the morning.
“Pete, I don’t think you’ve considered this properly. Fair enough, you guys might be happy to skip a shower, but some of us might particularly need one, especially in the mornings.”
Paul understood straight away what she was talking about, after all, he knew his son would probably need one after the first night at least. He shot a knowing glance at Peter, who suddenly understood where his wife was coming from. In his excitement with the plans, he had actually forgotten about issues like his own sons incontinence, and he cringed internally at his own lack of foresight. Thankfully for him, Paul came to his rescue, as Dan, Amy, and Scott squirmed uncomfortably, as they realised that the adults were trying to discuss them without actually saying so out loud. They were relieved when Paul managed to be very diplomatic about it.
“Your wife’s right Pete. I think the shower and laundry block should be the main priority. After all, we can all rough it with the porta-loos for a day or two if we have to. It certainly beats digging a hole in the bush anyway. But I think we’ll all feel better if we can have a nice hot shower and wash our clothes at the end of the day.
Paula glanced at her daughter again, as Nikki shook her head. She’d much rather dig a hole in the bush than use a porta-loo if she had the choice! But that would just have to be a bridge that they would cross later on. After so many years of penny pinching, missed holidays, and uncertainty about her children’s futures, there was absolutely no way that she would pass this up, especially since she knew how much it would mean to Troy. If her daughter chose to pee in the bushes, or even had an accident, that would be her choice. Anyway, she didn’t think that Nikki would ever put herself in the situation where she would have an accident around her little friends, and especially her boyfriend after all! No. This was just way too important to consider passing up, especially for her son. Nikki would either have to get over her irrational fear of portable toilets, squat in the bushes, or risk wetting her pants in front of her friends, it was that simple. But she resolved to try and help the girl in anyway that she possibly could.
Meanwhile, Amy shifted uncomfortably. She had drank two big glasses of lemonade since they had arrived hours ago, and hadn’t gone to the toilet yet. She didn’t know that there was a toilet off the laundry that was right beside where they were sitting, and didn’t want to draw attention to herself by asking Scott, Mary, or Paul for directions to the upstairs one. Besides, everyone was talking at once about the important stuff, like getting the showers going, which of course she silently agreed was the most vital thing of all. After all, she had no qualms about using a porta-loo, if she really had to.
A quick glance around saw the adults deep in conversation about the logistics of the shower block, while the three boys were discussing stuff like who would bring the cricket set and football, and whether or not there would be enough room to take their bikes or not. She tried to make eye contact with her mother, but Sonia was engaged in the conversation with the other grownups, and not looking anywhere near her.
Amy decided that she would just have to go and find the toilet by herself. Surely it wouldn’t attract too much attention if she simply stood up, and walked up the stairs? She poised herself on the balls of her feet, and slowly started to lift herself up, but as soon as her bottom lifted of the chair, she felt her nappy growing hot and wet underneath her. A momentary panic attack seized her. She was wearing a big tape up diaper, but had her new jeans on, and she knew that if she suffered a leak, it would be extremely obvious on the blue denim.
Her bladder had hit its tipping point, a bit over halfway full, and had started to empty itself automatically. She wasn’t peeing flat out, more like steadily draining, but she was too frightened to move. If she stood up and made a run for it, she would probably cause a complete loss of control, and totally wet herself with great force. It would be a much safer option to remain seated, and hope the steady trickle didn’t increase in ferocity, until the uncontrolled leaking stopped by itself. Although on the other hand, sitting down was more dangerous than standing up, in a leak prevention scenario.
The choice was really not hers to make anymore though, and she lowered her padded bottom back onto the seat, and opened her legs a bit, offering up a silent prayer that her leg guards were tight enough not to fail, and the trickle was mild enough to be absorbed before it spilled out. Without realising she was doing so, she started gnawing distractedly at her well worn right thumbnail, as her big nappy swelled as the wet heat spread evenly between her legs and around her bottom. She gave her crotch a scared glance, hoping that she wouldn’t see a spreading wet patch, and was surprised that there wasn’t one, especially how she could feel a hot, liquid mass pooling around her crotch, before trickling down between her butt crack. The overflow lasted for an agonising ten seconds at least, and she couldn’t believe her hand came back dry after she gave her bottom a subtle rub when it finished.
At last the unstoppable leak finally ceased, but she knew that she had to get to a toilet very quickly, before her bladder decided to give up altogether, or perhaps even before a lingering pee smell might get noticed.
She nudged her boyfriend, and whispered at him. “Danny? Can you take me to the toilet please? I don’t know where it is.”
Dan simply pointed at the door that was less than ten feet away from her chair. “Through there babe. Go through the laundry.”
She mentally kicked herself for not asking earlier, when she’d first noticed her need building up. Unreal! There was a toilet right beside her, and she’d still wet her pants! Sometimes she felt like she’d never learn. She picked up her bag, which was stashed underneath her chair, and scurried into the adjoining laundry without anyone paying her any attention. As soon as she started walking, her bladder protested, and by the time the toilet door was safely locked, she was incredibly desperate. Her jeans were pulled down as she started wetting herself again, and there was no way known that she could possibly get her diaper off in time.
Having no other option, she swung her diapered butt onto the toilet, and breathed a deep sigh, as any semblance of control was lost, and a massive torrent of pee was unleashed inside her already sodden nappy.
This time, it was completely overwhelmed by the flood, and she spread her legs, as twin waterfalls erupted from the leg guards, tickling her thighs, before splashing noisily into the water below.
By the time Amy had finished wetting herself, her nappy was completely saturated, from the front to the back, and was constantly dripping into the toilet. She had to do something to stop that, or she would leave drips all through her pants, which were around her ankles, and probably all over the floor as well. Grimacing slightly, she reached down, and gave the huge, discoloured incontinence pants a tight squeeze, and was rewarded by the excess urine running out the sides and all over her hand. She squeezed it from front to back, draining as much out as she could, and coating her hand with hot and sticky pee in the process.
Eventually, she opened her diaper bag with her clean hand, and took out a plastic bag. She hovered over the bowl while she removed her soiled protective garment, which was promptly bagged without making a mess. The wet wipes soon followed, although it took a few before she felt clean enough to tape herself back into a fresh diaper again. Not wanting to put the smelly bag into the bin, she stashed it back into her bag again, before thankfully washing her hands with hot soapy water in the laundry sink.
Although she felt as though the entire room would be waiting for her return, she was pleasantly surprised to find out that she hadn’t actually been missed. Not even her mum had noticed her absence, and although Danny automatically put his hand on her leg when she sat back down, he only gave her the briefest of distracted smiles. The animated conversation he was having with the boys currently held most of his attention.
Amy noticed that Nikki looked to be deep in private thought about something, but not wanting to draw any attention to her own return, and as such her sudden departure, she merely sat down, and tried to get a handle on how the conversation was going.
From what she could gather, the grownups had universally decided that the showers and laundry were a priority, followed by the toilets, while the boys were discussing a hair brained scheme involving borrowing a dirt bike.
“Boys,” she thought a touch disdainfully.
Peter spoke up, getting everyone’s attention again.
“Ok. Now that’s sorted, here comes the bad news.....”
The chatter died down, and everyone looked at him.
“We’re gonna need to leave early. And I mean damn early. We head off on Thursday morning....at 1am.”
This was greeted by a chorus of moaning from nearly everyone in the room, but Peter continued to talk over the top of it.
“It’s going to take more than nine hours to get there, especially towing trailers, and factoring in rest and meal stops. If we are going to have any chance of getting that plumbing working on the first day, we’ll need to get there before lunchtime. If we meet at the roadhouse on the highway at one, we can grab a coffee and a feed, then our next stop will be in Geraldton, around 6:30-7:00 o’clock for breakfast. Paula, I’ll drop the car off to you on Wednesday afternoon so you can get packed, and you kids will all need to be organised as well. We’ll all have an early night Wednesday, get a few hours sleep, and be ready to leave by midnight. Then Mario can buy us all a coffee at the truck stop. Any questions?”
Dan put his hand up. “What’s the sleeping arrangements dad? Who sleeps with who?”
“I hope you don’t expect to be in with your girlfriend, buddy?” Peter said with a grin, which made the adults laugh, except for Sue, who uttered a shocked exclamation, “PETER!”
“Aw Jesus dad! No! That’s not what I meant, and you know it!” Dan blurted, blushing furiously.
Peter shrugged. “It doesn’t matter too much to me. Your mum and I will have a van of course, and you can obviously sleep there as well, unless you boys want to share together? Amy and Niki can share a van, if they don’t want to bunk in with their parents. That’s up to you lot to work out. All the vans will need cleaning out before we can use them, but I believe there’s some big ones there. The workers can share or have one each, whatever works.”
“I don’t wanna share with dad, he snores too much,” Matt said with a cheeky grin at Jack, who looked affronted. “What about it boys? Wanna share a van? It’ll be like a massive sleepover!”
Dan and Scott bounced with excitement at that idea, and looked expectantly at their parents, who nodded their approval.
“What about you Nik?” Amy asked. “Wanna share?”
Nikki agreed straight away, although Amy thought she looked a bit distracted by something, but she appeared happy enough with the suggestion.
Troy was the next with a question. “What’s this “Lodge” you keep mentioning, Mr Jacobs?”
“Peter,” he corrected with a smile. “You’re a working man now Troy! You don’t have to be so formal. But a good question. The Lodge is like a big, old guesthouse at the park. It’s only one story, but it has six or seven bedrooms, and it’s own kitchen and stuff. It’s for larger groups, or special occasions, or people who don’t like caravans I guess. I believe it’s in pretty good shape, as the previous owner used to live there, but it needs a little bit of work. The power and plumbing is ok, so we won’t be working on it, although I think Mario has organised a painter for it. I don’t know who, and it’s not my business I guess. I don’t have to pay him. There’s going to be a landscape gardener there as well, a local business from the town, someone that Mario has hired. I think Mario might actually stay in the Lodge for a few days at least, and look after that side of it, but he won’t interfere with us too much.”
“What about food?” Sonia asked. “I take it us girls are cooking?”
“Don’t worry about that too much Son. I reckon we’ll do more barbecues then anything else. But we’ll just buy whatever we need from the local shops, and keep the receipts. Probably have a few meals at the pub too, plus there’s pizza and Chinese just down the road.”
The discussion raged on for a bit longer. It was decided that Sonia needn’t take her own car up there. She would go with Paula and her kids in the dual cab ute, and Amy could spend the night at Danny’s, and go up with them. Matt and Scotty would go with their respective fathers. All of the extra workers would take their own cars, as they would need their tools.
The kids made plans to download a lot of music and movies onto their iPads or laptops, and a myriad of things that would need to be bought or found was discussed.
Everyone agreed that they had roughly forty eight hours to prepare for the best family holiday that they had ever had. |
Chapter 61.
Late Monday night, Nikki.
Troy was in his room, while Nikki and Paula sat at the kitchen table drinking tea. The younger girl was starting to get herself wound up, while her mother was doing her best to calm her.
“Of course I wanna go mum. You know I do. I’m not like trying to spoil it for Troy or anything. You know that. It’s just porta-loos? Huh! No effing way! You know I can’t handle those.”
“I think you’re worrying about it way too much Nik. I understand how you feel, but come on, you haven’t even tried one for years! Who knows? Maybe it’ll be better now? You won’t know unless you try. Look, if it’s really that bad, you can just do a wee in the bush. I’m sure you won’t be the only one. I’ll come with you and help. You don’t want to risk wetting your pants around Scott and your friends, do you?”
Nikki, who actually loved wetting her pants around her friends, except for Scott, (so far) just tried to look suitably shy.
“But what if I do, mum? What if I have another accident? You know I can’t hold on very well sometimes?”
“Look Nik. I suggest you wear a dress or a skirt until the toilets are fixed. That will make it a lot easier to just go in the bush, and if you do wet yourself, you can get changed without anybody noticing. Let’s face it, after the amount of wet knickers I find in your room sometimes, I think you should be used to it.”
Nikki blushed furiously. Apparently she hadn’t gotten away with her “walking home from school pees” as much as she thought. Mega embarrassing. But, she had a sneaky plan in mind.
“You know I don’t like the school toilets unless I really haveta go,” she mumbled, shamefaced. “You make it sound like I do it on purpose or something.”
Paula sighed. This was turning into a repeat of previous conversations again. “No baby. I know you don’t. Just like when your sheets get wet sometimes, it’s an accident. I don’t think you do it on purpose, although I don’t think you try hard enough to prevent it sometimes either! I know if it was me, and I knew that my bladder wasn’t very strong, I’d be doing everything in my power to prevent it, including using any toilet I could if I had to go.”
“But muuummm,....”
“Look Nik. We’ve been here before. I’m not going around and around on this again. I know about your ‘thing’ with strange toilets, and I’m not going to give you a hard time over it, am I? I’ve been washing your clothes forever, and I don’t think I’ve ever been mean to you about it, have I?”
Nikki looked shyly at her mother, shaking her head slowly. “I know that mum, but this is a bit different. I mean, what happens if I want to poo? I can’t just like do that in the bush, can I?”
“We’ll all be in the same boat, sweetheart. Look, I’ll make sure we make a potty stop at a roadhouse or something before we get there. Someplace with a proper toilet, and we can all sit down there. If you do need to go once we’re there, you can leave the door open a little bit so you can see out, and I’ll stand guard outside the door, ok?”
Nikki took a deep breath. She was dreading what she was about to say next, but also secretly excited.
“Ok mum, but there’s something else as well. Something that’s like really scaring me a bit...”
Paula patted her daughter gently on her hand. “Come on Nikster. Tell me. I’m sure we can work it out, whatever it is.”
Here goes nothing, the young teen thought to herself.
“What happens if I wet the bed up there mum? Everyone’s gonna know, especially Amy. My bed’ll get all wet, then Scotty will know, and my life will be dead set over!”
“Oh Nik. I don’t think that’s going to happen anymore. You’re getting a lot better with that now.”
“Happened last week,” she mumbled.
“You were tired sweetie. You fell asleep without going to the toilet, remember? We’ll just make sure that doesn’t happen.”
Nikki pounced on her chance.
“But if the toilets aren’t working, I can’t go into the bush in the dark, can I?”
Paula had to admit, that walking into the bush in the dark wasn’t ideal. “So what do you suggest Nik?”
Her heart thumping in her chest, Nikki played her trump card.
“I know you don’t like it mum, but I think I’d feel a lot better if you got me some pull ups again. You know, just in case?”
Paula sighed. She hadn’t bought her daughter pull ups for a long time, going with a mattress protector instead, and making Nikki do her own laundry if her sheets got wet. She knew damn well that if Nikki wore pull ups, she was a lot lazier about using the bathroom before bed. By the time her daughter had turned twelve, Paula had been starting to suspect that her daughter was actually using them on purpose, and making no effort to get up. The fact that she wet herself every time she wore them to bed, and rarely had an accident when she didn’t, was a good indicator that they only made her lazier.
But still, this was a unique situation.
Going away for a big sleepover with all her friends, with the possibility that there might only be a toilet that she hated with a vengeance, well, it did put a new spin on things. It would be virtually impossible to strip her bed and wash her sheets without anyone knowing what happened, especially since she would be sharing a van with her best friend. Plus, what would happen if she did wet the bed? She would ruin the mattress, which would be another expense that they couldn’t afford.
“I’ll think about it,” Paula said tentatively. “Now you scoot off to bed.”
Nikki beamed. “Thanks mummy! You’re the best!”
Tuesday Morning, Nikki.
Nikki woke up feeling squirmy. Last night, she had been committed totally to her plan, but now, in the harsh light of day, she was having second thoughts. After the embarrassment of her last set of wet sheets, with her mother and Troy insisting that she go to the doctor if it happened again, she had vowed to herself that her deliberate bed wetting days were over.
Still, if she ever wanted to wear pull ups again....
Nikki had gone to bed wearing an old, oversized t-shirt of her mother’s, and a pair of baggy grey sleep shorts. Her hand found its way under the covers, and she applied a gentle pressure to that special spot she had discovered when Amy had rubbed the diaper rash cream onto her. Her fingers found that hidden nub of pleasure, and started tracing slow, languorous circles upon it.
In her mind, she was imagining how nice it would feel to just pee her pants in the bed, just one more time. Her fingers pressed down harder, her legs opened wider, as her bladder protested a bit. She had woken up needing to do a wee, which is how these naughty thoughts had started running through her adolescent mind. She really was quite desperate to go, probably more so than she had been in the past, when having a real accident was a fairly regular occurrence. Oh, if only she could wear pull ups to bed like she used too.
Her bottom wiggled against the mattress, as her breathing began intensifying in depth and regularity. Perhaps she might just do a little dribble? Just enough to give herself a little wet spot on her pants to play with, but not enough to actually get the bed wet?
No, she decided. Last night her mind had been made up. Regardless of how her mother or Troy reacted, she was going to have another “accident,” her last ever, just to convince her mum that letting her wear pull ups on the trip was a sensible idea.
She relaxed her bladder muscles, as her rubbing intensified, and she opened her legs even wider. That was enough for her slightly weak bladder to let go, and she felt something moving from deep inside herself, running towards that little opening where her hand was.
At the same time, a separate, tingling sensation started simultaneously from deep within her tummy, her groin, her lower back, and even her toes, which began to curl with anticipation.
Her orgasm began to slowly build, as she felt a spreading wetness burst through the front of her grey shorts, before pouring down in a large waterfall between her spread thighs, and soaking her bottom and the sheet upon which it sat.
When it hit, she clamped her legs tightly together, as her bladder gave out completely, covering her hand, and the both the top and bottom sheets with her pee. She dragged her knees up, and rubbed herself furiously as wave after wave of intense pleasure filled her body, leaving her sweaty, panting, and simultaneously wide awake and spent at the same time.
When she looked down, the pink sheet covering her had a wet patch the size of a dinner plate on it, right across where her lap was. When she pulled that back, her once light grey sleep shorts were now almost completely dark, and glistening with wetness in the early morning sun, and the dark pink stain on the bed almost reached from side to side.
She took a minute to get her breath back, and by then, her pants and t-shirt were already starting to get cold. Nikki swung her bare feet onto the floor, and sat up, then used the dry part of the top sheet to wipe and blot as much wetness away as she could.
Now for the part that she was dreading.
Nikki steeled herself, then crossed the hall to her mothers room, praying that Troy wouldn’t be up at this hour. She took a deep breath and held it, trying to make her eyes water. She snuck in, and gently rocked her sleeping mothers shoulder, waking her up.
Nikki issued a loud sniff, and pulled the front of her sodden shorts out tight, giving her mum a perfect view.
She used the saddest, most upset voice that she could muster without actually crying.
“Mummy, my bed got all wet again...”
Tuesday Evening, Aiden.
After Aiden and his sister washed up, they both excused themselves to their rooms. Aiden wanted to try and get an early night, as his dad wanted to leave at 3am for their big trip. His bag was already packed and in the car, and his clothes laid out. His mum had told him that they would wake him up at 2:45, and he could go to the bathroom, get dressed, and go. Dad would buy them breakfast at a roadhouse. This was totally rad! He wondered if he’d even get to sleep tonight!
His excited thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, and both his parents came in. His mum sat on the bed beside him, while his dad sat at the boys desk, holding a plastic bag, which he quickly passed to his wife.
“Dad and I want a quick word with you Tiger, about this big trip.”
The boy smiled and nodded, wondering what surprises were coming next.
“You see, Champ,” his dad began awkwardly, “your mother and I, that is, we both think that you might need a bit of, um, extra help I suppose, you know, when we’re away?”
Aidens big blue eyes shone innocently from his cherubic face, his blonde hair neatly combed to one side, looking like the very definition of angelic, in his TMNT pyjamas.
“Help with what dad?”
His mother chose to answer, knowing how uncomfortable Sean felt about the whole thing.
“Help with sleeping, Tiger. We’re worried that you might do a wee in your sleep while you’re away, especially if you have a big day and get really tired.”
Aiden felt the heat rising up his neck. He never got into trouble for wetting his bed, but he was sooooo humiliated when it happened, and he hated talking about it.
His mother saw him blush, and pushed on.
“Daddy and I think it might be a good idea if you had something extra on, in case you do have an accident honey, so we bought you these.”
He knew straight away what was in the bag that she handed him. He may not have worn them for awhile, but there was no mistaking the distinctive shape and colour of what was inside. Pull ups. The ones aimed at little kids, with the picture of Lightning McQueen on the front.
His stomach sank, but his heartbeat also increased a bit as well. Aiden always had a love-hate relationship with his special sleep pants. He absolutely hated knowing that he still needed them, but he always felt a lot safer and more secure when he wore them. But it was so embarrassing though, especially knowing that his dad didn’t like him wearing them. He threw the bag down onto the bed.
“Uh-Uh. No way. I don’t need baby pants mum. You know that. I’m practically all better with that stuff now.”
Sean was secretly pleased by his sons reaction. He’d really hoped the boy wouldn’t be pleased about it. It was a good sign that the kid was actually trying hard.
“Mate,” he said kindly. “We know you are, but let’s face it. You’ve had two little setbacks this week. It’s not the end of the world, and we certainly wouldn’t be asking you to wear them, if we were staying home, but we’re not. You and I are going to be the first ones there. The caravans won’t be ready until the other tradesmen turn up on Thursday. Tomorrow night, we’ll be sleeping in Mario’s big house. You don’t want to have an accident there, do you?”
Aiden sniffed loudly, and not trusting himself to speak, just shook his head.
“And what happens after that, if you get your sleeping bag wet? We’d have to hang it outside to dry, where everyone could see it! Plus, we don’t want to get the bed in the van all wet either.”
He gently put his forefinger underneath the boys delicate chin, and tilted his head up.
“Trust me, Tiger. Just for this trip, then never again, I promise.”
Aiden sniffed again, but kept his composure. “Ok dad. If you say so. But only for this trip. Deal?”
“Deal,” Sean said, and wrapped the boys small hand in his big one, and they shook on it.
“Time for bed now buddy,” his mother said, kissing him on the forehead.
“Um, do you guys want me to like put one on now or anything?” Aiden nervously asked.
“No mate. Just go to the toilet now, before you go to bed. You’ll be getting up in about six hours anyway. You’ll be fine tonight. I think you’ll only need these if you get super tired or something.”
“Thanks dad, thanks mum. It’s prolly a good idea,” he admitted, then climbed into bed, on top of his “Just in case” towel.
Aiden was awoken at a quarter to three, by his mother gently shaking him. He had been in a very deep sleep, and was very groggy when he eventually opened his eyes. His mother finally got him out of bed, and pointed him towards the toilet, although she also had to stop him when he almost walked past it.
Even emptying his bladder and washing his hands didn’t really wake him up much. He couldn’t ever remember waking up this early, not even on Christmas Day! His mother found him almost asleep on his feet in the bathroom, and took charge of running the brush through his hair, before guiding him back to his room. Sean wasn’t in the best of moods, so she just wanted the kiddo dressed and ready to go as soon as possible.
“Arms up,” she instructed, and the sleepy boy complied, letting her pull his pyjamas over his head.
“Pants please Tiger,” and he simply took them off and stepped out of them.
She held his underpants open for him to step into, then his baggy grey shorts, before adding a tracksuit top to his t-shirt. Finally, she sat him down, and put his socks on for him.
“It’s like dressing an over tired toddler,” she thought with a grin. He slipped his socked feet into a pair of crocs, added his baseball cap, and staggered into the kitchen like a little zombie.
He managed to stay awake until they got to the roadhouse, where the lights were so uncomfortably bright, that they made him squint. Sean didn’t want to hype him up on sugary drinks, so he bought the boy a large, unsweetened orange juice instead.
“You need to go to the bathroom again before we go, Tiger?”
“No dad. I went before we left home,” he mumbled.
Ten minutes down the road, the boy had drunk nearly all of the juice, and fallen fast asleep again. Sean was glad. If the little bloke got another couple of hours now, he’d be a lot better for it later today.
Three hours later, the sun started coming up, and Aiden had barely stirred. They were well out of the city by now, making good time on the open highway. Sean was wondering if he should wake the boy up, or just let him sleep. He was like a boneless little rag doll, head slumped to the side, arms hanging loosely near his hips. There was a rest stop coming up, with a toilet block, and Sean figured it would be a good excuse for a quick stop to stretch his legs, and let the boy use the bathroom.
He glanced across at his son, preparing to wake him, when he noticed Aiden had a big wet patch rapidly spreading across the front of his shorts as he remained asleep.
Wednesday Night, Daniel and Amy.
As Sonia was going with Paula and her kids, it had been decided that Amy could spend the day with Dan, including the night, then go North with him and his folks. The kids had been busy all day, helping Pete pack the trailer, going shopping with Sue, and generally running around everywhere. Dan had wanted to set the air beds up in the lounge again, but Sue had strongly disagreed.
“But we always sleep in the same room together,” he protested indignantly. “Why do we have to change now? It’s not like we’re gonna “DO” anything.”
Sue tried to placate him, while Amy just stood back in silence, feeling uncomfortable. She would much rather sleep in the same room with Danny, and not in a strange room by herself, but she could understand Sues point.
“I know that Dan. I didn’t say you would. It’s just a timing thing. We’re going to basically just wake up, and leave. We’re not going to muck around putting the air beds down, and I don’t want to come back next week and have to deal with them, especially after a nine hour bloody drive. Besides, your dad and I want to watch a bit of tv in there, and I want you two to have an early night. You might need a shower when you get up, and we HAVE to leave by 12:30, so no arguing please. I’ve already made up the guest bed for Amy, and I’m sure she’ll be quite comfortable in there, won’t you sweetie?”
Amy nodded, not wanting to inflame the situation. “I’ll be fine in there Sue, thank you. Come on Danny, let’s just go and watch some tv in your room, ok?”
She took him by the hand and led him towards the stairs before he could continue the argument with his mouth. Honestly, it seemed to her that Dan and his mum were arguing a lot these days.
Sue watched them trudge up the stairs holding hands. Amy had wet herself earlier, and had showered and changed into some pretty pink pyjamas, while Danny was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, with his diapers waistband sticking out.
“You leave that door open too mate,” she shouted after him. “I’ll be up at nine to make sure you guys are ready for bed.”
She heard a mutter. “What did you say Daniel Jacobs?”
“Nothing mum,” came a muttered reply, and she sighed. That boy! Grrr.
At ten minutes to nine, her and Peter were ready for bed. She saw Danny’s door was ajar, and although the light was off, the flickering ambient glow of his television could be seen.
Peter went to the door and peeked in, then turned to his wife and made a “shh” gesture, before whispering “Come here sweetheart. Check it out.”
Sue joined him at the door, and looked in. The tv was on, with the sound down low, while the kids lay on top of Dans double bed. He was on the right hand side, laying on his back, with his left arm stretched out. Amy lay on his arm, curled up and facing him, with her left hand resting gently on his chest, both fast asleep.
The adults backed silently out of the room. “I’ll have to wake them,” Sue declared.
Peter shook his head. “Let them sleep honey. We’re getting up in three hours anyway.”
“Oh come on Pete! We can’t just let them sleep together!”
He kissed her delicately on the nose. “Why not honey? They’re just sleeping after all. They’re dead to the world. If you wake them, you’re going to have two disturbed kids to get back to bed. Leave ‘em alone I reckon.”
“Come on Peter. They’re only fourteen for Christ’s sake! They shouldn’t be sharing a bed together.”
“Look Sue. You’re right. They’re only fourteen. They’re kids. They’re not hurting anyone. It doesn’t look too much like an orgy to me. Leave them be. They’ll feel a lot better if we let them sleep uninterrupted.”
She sighed. It went against everything she was trying to accomplish with them, but she could see the logic of it. If she woke them, they would go to the toilet, brush their teeth, have a drink, and completely wake up. At least this way they were getting some rest.
Shaking her head at what she was doing, she snuck in, and retrieved the spare quilt from Danny’s wardrobe, and gently draped it over them. They didn’t stir.
Sue left the door ajar, although she was beginning to wonder what good that was going to do. |
Part 5.
Dan and Amy on vacation.
Chapter 1. Road Trip.
Sue walked back into Danny’s room at midnight, wondering what she was going to see. She was pleasantly surprised to find that both of them were laying back to back, and still fast asleep. She had to admit, they did look adorable asleep together. Before waking them, she took a quick snap with her phone, and sent it to Sonia, along with a short note assuring her that nothing untoward had happened. All she got back was a rolling eye emoji, followed by a laughing one.
When Sue woke them, there was initial confusion. At first they couldn’t comprehend how they had ended up asleep in bed together, and tried to hastily assure Dans mum that nothing had happened.
She let them ramble on for a few seconds, before laughing and explaining what had occurred, and how she had covered them up. When she left, there were two red faced teenagers wondering how on earth it had even happened.
Both of them were dry, so no shower was required, although they obviously both used the toilet straight away. As Dan was almost dressed already, he simply added a hoodie and his sneakers, and he was ready to go.
Amy had given it a lot of thought, and she wanted to be as prepared as possible. She would usually opt for a tape up diaper, but had been assured that a few rest stops were already planned, and she thought that a tape up would make using the toilet or changing more of a hassle. As the big pull up was still dry, she left that on, and added an old green skirt which came to mid thigh, a pair of black socks, and her own pink hoodie. Instead of shoes, she opted for wearing casual rubber slides, so she could take them off in the car. Once dressed, she giggled at her reflection, wearing the strangest mismatched clothing she’d ever assembled. But hey, it was midnight, only her friends were going to see her, and she wanted to be comfortable. After a final toilet break, they were ready to leave.
Neither of the kids noticed that a thick blanket had been folded across the back seat for them to sit on, and Dan had grabbed another one for them to use as added warmth for the trip, which he draped across their legs, so they didn’t even see the seat in the dark.
At the roadhouse, the convoy slowly assembled. Jack was already there, filling up his truck, and the big five meter boat he was towing. Paul arrived towing his trailer, and began filling, while Peters ute, and the one Paula arrived in, were already full. Paula impressed the men by reversing the trailer like a seasoned professional. Amy said hello to her mother, who had decided to have a last minute cigarette with Dans parents, as Nikki grabbed her arm, and dragged her into the shop, heading straight towards the toilets, while the three boys started chasing each other around the car park in an impromptu game of tag, until their fathers threatened them with violence if they didn’t all settle down.
“Guess what I’ve got,” Nikki whispered excitedly, once they were safely inside. Before Amy could hazard a guess, Nikki lifted her dress up, and proudly showed off her pink pull up with the butterfly emblem.
Amy clapped her hands. “Oh my God Nik! How on earth did you get that?”
“Mum bought them for me. Two whole packages,” she boasted.
Amy was stunned. She knew that Paula didn’t approve of her daughter wearing them. “But how? Why? What changed her mind?”
Nikki gave an evil grin. “Maybe I might’ve like accidentally wet the bed again yesterday....”
“Oh God Nik! You’re unbelievable! Really you are. I guess that’s why I love ya!”
It was a throwaway line, and Amy didn’t see the way that her friend blushed, as she turned to go into a cubicle.
While they were washing their hands, Amy asked “So how come you’re wearing one now?”
Nikki giggled. “What if I fall asleep in the car?”
Their laughter was interrupted by the three mothers walking in together, and they quickly changed the subject by teasing each other about what they were wearing. Nikki was just as badly dressed as her friend, with a short summer dress, an old woolly jumper with sleeves a mile too long, a woollen beanie, and flip flops.
There was a McDonald’s inside the roadhouse, and soon everyone had a greasy feed of muffins, hash browns, and coffee or soda to go, and the convoy hit the road at last.
Dan and Amy sat huddled under the spare blanket he bought, and chatted excitedly as they ate their early breakfast, and went through the playlist on his iPad. In the front, Peter turned the music up, just to drown out their constant babbling. He sincerely hoped it wasn’t going to be like this for the entire trip!
But he needn’t have worried. Not half an hour later, Sue noticed it was quiet back there. She swung around to see both kids fast asleep under the blanket, Amy’s head resting on her sons shoulder, while his arm was draped around her. She couldn’t resist taking another picture, then she smiled as she watched Amy starting to suck on her thumb as she slept.
Sonia and Pete were right. They were only kids. Of course she had nothing to worry about.
Amy woke up, about two hours later, feeling incredibly comfortable and warm, snuggled up to Dan underneath the blanket. The problem was, her diaper felt warm as well.
“Oh shit,” she thought, coming awake with a jolt. “Not here! Not in Dans dads car!”
This shouldn’t have happened. She had peed twice before leaving home, and again at the roadhouse. Checking her phone, she worked out that she hadn’t even been asleep for three hours! How was that even possible? She counted back from when they had first woken up at midnight. She had brushed her teeth, and had a glass of water. Then a juice box before they left. At McDonald’s, she had got a medium orange juice. Then there was her water bottle..... A quick shake of that showed it was almost empty. The hash browns were salty, and her and Dan had been sipping away as they talked, but she hadn’t realised that she had drank THAT much! Still, she had peed at the roadhouse, so she should’ve been safe. Obviously not.
Not wanting to wake Dan up, or alert his folks that she was awake, Amy slowly slid her hand under her skirt, and felt the front of her diaper, finding it warm and puffy. When her fingers slipped inside her leg guards, they encountered a warm, squishy mass of padding, although the blanket on the seat, and her skirt still felt dry.
Wait! Blanket on the seat? That hadn’t been there yesterday, and they hadn’t noticed it earlier. Sue must’ve put it there last night for extra protection. Her cheeks burned red. Yes it made sense, but it’s still embarrassing when the grownups do stuff like that to try and help.
At least she didn’t seem to need to go anymore, at least not too badly, although she probably could if she tried. Moving gently, she slowly slipped a fresh pull up out of her bag, and slid it into the front pocket of her hoodie. That way she wouldn’t have to carry her diaper bag with her when they eventually stopped. Amy could only hope that might be soon, in case the smell of her wet nappy started wafting through the car.
Despite her best efforts of moving gently, Daniel still woke up. He yawned and stretched, taking his arm back from around her shoulders.
Amy stretched as well, pretending to be just waking up like he was.
“Ugh. Wha’ time is it mum?” He yawned.
“Nearly 4:30 buddy. How are you feeling?”
“Okay. I s’pose. Hey dad? When are we stopping next?”
His mother answered first. “Why’s that Danny? Are you wet?”
He sighed loudly. “Jesus mum. Give it a rest eh? I’m just asking.”
“Watch your language mate,” Peter warned him sternly.
“Sorry dad.” Dan sounded sheepish. “But it’s like every time mum talks to me lately, it’s something to do with my toilet problem. In case you guys didn’t realise, Amy’s sitting here beside me. Maybe I don’t wanna talk about wetting myself in front of her?” His voice started getting a bit louder. “Maybe you guys could just check my nappy in front of all my friends or something? Would that make ya both happy?”
A sudden silence enveloped the car. The boy wasn’t usually prone to outbursts like that, and even he was shocked by how he had spoken.
“Look. Mum. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just, I dunno, it’s still really embarrassing when you start bringing it up around others, ‘specially Amy, ya know?”
Pete and Sue looked at each other, a bit shocked by the touch of vehemence that they had heard in his voice. Sue sighed.
“Okay Danny. Point taken. I certainly don’t mean to embarrass you, I just thought that of all people, Amy would understand. I promise to try and leave you alone from now on.”
“Oh come on mum. Don’t play the guilt bit. Of course I want you to help me. I love you. You know that. It’s just that you keep talking to me like I’m a bloody baby half the time!”
“Zip it Dan. That’s enough,” Pete warned him. “You watch your mouth when you talk to your mother, understand?”
“Yes sir. Sorry dad,” he replied. “Mum?”
“Yes Dan?”
“I’m sorry. Yes, I’m still dry at the moment, but I’ve just woken up, and I really need to go. How long before we stop please?”
“Peter?” Sue asked.
Pete sighed. Sue had warned him that the boy was going through an argumentative phase, but he had thought she was probably exaggerating it a bit. Apparently not. He guessed all teenagers must eventually go through it.
“Maybe ten minutes Dan. Is that ok? I can’t really pull over here with the trailer on. There’s nowhere to stop, and it’s dark. Can you hold on that long?”
Dan sounded unsure. “Thanks dad. I think so.”
“Sue? Message the others that we’re going to stop at the next rest stop. It’s not far from here.”
The next few minutes passed in an uncomfortable silence. Amy almost wished she had squeezed into her mothers car. Nobody wanted to start a conversation, and they were all aware that Dan was close to wetting his pants, but after his outburst, nobody was game enough to say anything above it.
Dan shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Under the blanket, he tried to squeeze himself as tightly as he could through the diaper, and he crossed his legs. Amy patted him gently on the knee as a small sign of encouragement, and he gave her a weak smile. He felt really lousy now. Not only had he upset his mother, but now his dad was mad at him as well, and that was probably one of the worst things in the world for the boy. Not only that, be he was probably going to wet himself at any moment in the back of the car, beside his girlfriend, with his parents in the front. If he leaked, he’d have to walk around in front of his friends, and THEIR parents, maybe strangers as well, in wet pants.
It was so weird, he thought to himself. There were times that he loved wetting himself, mainly around Amy, yet at other times, it was the worst feeling of all. It just came down to whether or not he was in control.
Mentally he recited his mantra. “I’m in control here,” but he couldn’t force himself to actually believe it.
Amy put her hand under the blanket, and gently pulled his hand from the front of his pants, making him look at her quizzically, as he wriggled his butt. She guided his hand up under her skirt, and placed it on her own warm diaper, in a sign of solidarity to show he wasn’t alone.
Despite his predicament, he smiled, and gave her nappy a gentle squeeze, then returned his hand to his own crotch, re-crossing his legs the other way. He was starting to sweat now, and his tummy was beginning to hurt.
He was well and truly deep inside his “Danger Zone.”
Jack was leading the convoy, setting the pace while he towed the big boat, and a few minutes later, they saw his indicator start flashing. Sue turned and glanced at her son, and how he was squirming in his seat, and spoke quickly to both him, and her husband.
“Pete, pull over to the side of the car park, not at the toilet. Park away from it a bit. Danny, as soon as the car stops, hop out, and go beside the car, okay?”
“Mum? I can’t do that! Everyone will see!”
“It’s dark mate. It’s four thirty in the bloody morning! Besides, what’s worse, having your friends see you do a wee beside the car, or let them see you have an accident trying to get to the toilet. This way, if something happens, you can get changed without anyone seeing anything.”
Dan thought it was actually a brilliant idea, and he thanked her warmly. Pete did as instructed, passing the toilets, and going deeper into the shadows, parking in such a way that the ute and trailer provided his boy with a shield from the others.
Dan quickly hopped out, turned his back, and got his sweats and pull up down in the nick of time. The adults looked straight ahead, while at first, Amy glanced away, although the sound of his heavy stream splattering against the tarmac came through the slightly open window, and she couldn’t help but sneak a peek.
Dan had his back turned, but she could see his pee stream arcing out in front of him, cascading loudly onto the ground, where it formed a huge, rapidly spreading puddle.
“It must be nice to piss like a boy does,” she thought.
Once he’d finished, he tucked himself away, and volunteered some information to his mother.
“I made it mum. I’m still dry.”
“That’s good mate. Go and wash your hands please,” and he did.
Everyone got out and stretched their legs, while Pete, Sue, Sonia and Paula took the chance to smoke a cigarette, and the kids all went to the toilet first. Amy was able to change her wet pull up without anyone except Dan knowing that she’d had an accident.
Ten minutes later, with water bottles refilled, the convoy hit the road again. |
Chapter 2. Maria.
Wednesday, Aiden.
Sean and Aiden finally arrived at the caravan park a little bit after noon. The final six hours hadn’t seen a lot of conversation in the car, no matter how hard Sean had tried to cheer his son up. Aiden had become absolutely distraught after his earlier accident, and had spent most of the trip silently staring out the window, listening to his iPod through his earbuds. They had stopped in Geraldton for breakfast, then at the big roadhouse at the turn off to Peaceful Bay road for a late brunch, but no matter how hard Sean tried, the boy remained mostly morose and little more than monosyllabic in his responses.
The father felt terrible for his son, and could understand why the little bloke was so upset.
Aiden had started bawling as soon as he was woken up, completely ashamed by what he had done in his sleep. Sean had eventually calmed the crying boy down, and had dug out a change of pants from his bag in the back seat. By the time he had got his little Tiger nearly ready, another car had pulled up at the toilets, and a woman quickly lead a small boy into the ladies room with her. Aiden wiped his eyes, which were completely bloodshot, and blew his nose into a tissue, then had a drink of water, before finally allowing his dad to let him out of the car.
Before they had finished the walk to the men’s room however, the woman and the little boy had re-emerged, the boy no longer wearing his pants, only underpants, a t-shirt, and flip flops. His underpants and the bottom of his t-shirt were visibly wet.
Aiden cringed when the woman, carrying the little boys jeans, saw the state of Aidens grey shorts, and gave him and his father a warm smile.
“Little boys, eh? Don’t worry about it mate, accidents happen. It’s all part of long drives in the car. My Tom had an accident too, and he’s nearly nine years old. Don’t look so upset.”
Aiden had wanted to scream “IM 13! IM NOT A LITTLE BOY!” But he had just averted his eyes, and given a wet sniffle, before taking his clean shorts into the men’s room, while his father stopped and spoke pleasantly to the lady.
When he came back out, carrying his wet clothes, he saw the lady dressing Tom beside the car. Tom didn’t look at all bothered by his accident, and was laughing as he stepped into the clean undies that his mother was holding out for him.
Aiden cringed as he remembered his mother doing exactly the same thing for him earlier on. It was a jarring reminder for him about exactly how small, and undeveloped he still was now he was officially a teenager. It made him feel like a stupid little baby, that he still wet his pants and let his mum change him.
“Even Dan wouldn’t ever let his mother help him get changed if he had an accident,” he thought. Of course he knew nothing of his friends experience after his gastro attack last week.
His thoughts were interrupted as they entered the town boundary of Peaceful Bay. They could see the town proper just up ahead, but Sean slowed down, and pulled into a short driveway with a big new sign beside a closed gate, that proudly announced in bold, colourful letters, “Peaceful Bay Caravan Park,” with an added diagonal sticker across it saying “Opening Soon.”
Sean was glad to see the boy smile at last, as he asked him to get out, and open the gate, which he drove through, letting his son close it again behind them.
Aiden paused to look around.
The driveway went past a registration office, with an attached kiosk that was currently closed. The road then swung around a massive field in a huge oval. Around to the right, were a set of drab looking grey concrete buildings, with old signs attached, saying “Men’s Room/Showers, Ladies Room/Showers, and Laundry.” Behind the buildings, and running parallel to the park road and the highway in both directions, was a series of huge hedges and trees, shielding the interior of the park from the road. From the right of the toilet blocks, in front of the hedges, were a collection of older vans, all permanently fixed on site, most with solid annexes or awnings attached.
When he looked to the left, set back behind the kiosk, was a huge, ranch style building, with a covered porch running around all four sides, hanging above the front steps was a rustic looking sign, “The Lodge.”
In between The Lodge and the kiosk, was what appeared to be a brand new playground, with swings, monkey bars and slides, set into a base of soft, pure white sand, next to which was a basketball and tennis court, both surrounded by wire fences.
Around the back of the field, there were a few sparse trees, in front of a big, slightly overgrown sand dune, with various paths and signage pointing to the beach beyond. Aiden could even hear the distant sound of waves gently caressing the nearby shore.
Finally, the middle of the oval was basically bare, save for the empty concrete slabs and small power pole hookups for the visitors short term vans, and in the middle, a large open sided gazebo, fitted with barbecues and gas burners. “Camp Kitchen” read the sign above it.
All in all, it was a fairly impressive place. He felt his spirits begin to lift once more. They were finally here! Maybe he could put the worst part of the trip behind him at last.
Sean turned left at the kiosk, and pulled up outside The Lodge. They were getting out of the car, when a heavy set man in his late fifties appeared from inside. He had olive skin, thick white hair, and a big, white, bushy moustache. When he spoke, his Italian accent was noticeable.
“Sean! You finally made it buddy! How was the drive my friend?”
Sean grinned, as he and Mario lightly embraced, patting each other on the back. Sean introduced Aiden, and Mario solemnly clasped the boys small hand in both of his own, and made a formal hello.”
“This is a fine young man you have here Sean! He’s gonna be a heartbreaker with the ladies in a few years!”
The adults laughed, and Aiden blushed, although he took an immediate liking to the big Italian with the booming voice.
“Sean! You come for a quick walk with me eh? I promise not to hold you up, but theres a coupla things I find that I need to show you. Come! Stretch your legs. It won’t take long, I swear. I can’t go too far, the missus and my little girl will be here soon. She’ll kill me if I haven’t got the stove working when she gets here.”
Sean grinned. This was “So Mario.” Always thinking ahead and making mental lists. The lovable bear of a man had a mind like a steel trap, which was what had made him as rich as he was today. He turned to his son.
“You want to come for a walk Tiger? Or just hang around here for a few minutes? Up to you. We won’t be long.”
After the long drive, Aiden really didn’t feel like walking around with the grownups, talking about his dads boring painting job. He knew they would be discussing serious work stuff, and he’d just be in the way. Besides, that brand new playground looked intriguing.....
“I’ll stay here dad, and have a look around, if that’s okay?”
He waited for them to walk off before he crossed the grass to the playground. He felt a bit silly. After all, 13 was prolly a bit old to be going there, although he was certainly small enough to fit on everything.
Happy that nobody was around, he treated himself to a couple of goes on the slide, and a quick swing, which ended with him jumping off with the swing at its highest peak, to see how far he could get. After all, the sand was very soft.
After that, he tackled the monkey bars, eventually swinging his legs up, and pulling himself up to sit on the very top, where he had a good view of the entire park.
The sound of an engine made him turn his head, and he watched a big saloon car slowly drive past, and pull up behind his dads truck. He didn’t feel any particular embarrassment about being caught sitting up there. At least they hadn’t seen him on the swings or the slide.
As he watched, a heavyset woman with black hair got out of the drivers seat, and a moment later, the back door opened, and a young girl emerged. Aiden was a little bit too far away to see her clearly, but he could easily tell she was the lady’s daughter, based on her slightly darker skin tone, and long, raven black hair. She was wearing what appeared to be a rather dirty looking white t-shirt, and black lycra bicycling shorts, and was barefoot. She looked to be even shorter than he was, at least from this distance, and he would’ve put her age somewhere around ten years old.
The little girl took a couple of steps towards the house, then stopped, turning to stare directly at him. It was a forceful looking stare, with no self consciousness behind it whatsoever. She could clearly see him looking back at her, but she held his gaze almost challengingly, although she did appear to be smiling.
Aiden wasn’t used to be stared at so directly. In fact, he got through most days just simply trying to blend into the background, and her direct gaze was a bit unnerving. He was about to turn his head, when she gave him a wave, a gesture full of self confidence. But before he got the chance to return it, her mother said something to her, and made a shooing gesture towards the house, and the barefoot girl turned and ran inside.
For some strange reason, Aiden felt a bit shaken up. He couldn’t understand why having a girl looking at him and waving would make him feel that way. I mean, she was pretty, but she was only a little girl, and he didn’t usually pay much attention to girls of any age. Only a year ago, he would’ve happily told anyone who asked that girls were yucky and stupid, however just lately, he was beginning to change his mind. It wasn’t something that he’d actually put a lot of thought into, but he had to admit that nowadays, he was beginning to find them, well, interesting at least.
He saw movement, as the door of The Lodge swung open, and the girl reappeared, leaping off the porch in a single bound, and running straight towards the playground. He watched her run, noticing how she ran more like a boy than a girl, her arms pumping like pistons at her side. As she approached, he could see her in greater detail. Her white t-shirt definitely had something spilled all over the front, her knees were grubby, and her jet black hair billowed out messily behind her. She was probably older than he had first thought, at least older than ten, and the first signs of breasts were visible underneath her dirty top.
She leaped over the row of bricks keeping the sand in place, and her grubby bare feet kicked up a plume of it as she landed in front of where he sat on top of the monkey bars.
“Amazon.”
The word popped into the front of Aidens brain. At school, they had studied myths and legends, and he had been quite taken by the tale of the giant, super strong female race of warriors. At the time, he had never considered how an all female race would reproduce, or what their young offspring would look like, but something about this girl made him think she could be the perfect example of a child warrior.
“Hi. What’s your name?” She said forthrightly, meeting and maintaining eye contact with him, almost as if she was challenging him to lie.
At first he was a bit taken aback, but he noticed the slight smile on her lips, and the glint in her big hazel eyes, that seemed to take in every detail of him all at once.
“Aiden,” he replied.
She giggled. “Aiden? That’s a funny name. I like it. I’m Maria.”
Aiden jumped down to stand in front of her. Now she was in front of him, he was aware that they were almost exactly the same size, or maybe she just came across as bigger than she actually was. He wasn’t exactly sure just what he was supposed to say.
“Hi Maria,” was all that came to mind.
“How old are you Aiden?” The question was asked without any preamble.
“I’m 13,” he said.
“Pfffft! You are not!”
“Am too,” he replied, before thinking that probably wasn’t the best response if he was to convince her that he actually was a teenager, and for some reason, that seemed really important all of a sudden.
“You don’t look it,” she said, eyeing him all over.
He was about to say something rude, but he saw her sly grin, and he quickly realised that she wasn’t actually being mean, but was just teasing him nicely.
He smiled at her. “Well I am. I’m in year 8 and everything. I go to St. Marks.”
“Cool,” she replied, lunging forward and grabbing the monkey bars, and effortlessly pulling herself up on top, where he had just been. “Come on up. Aiden.”
The boy wasn’t as graceful as her, but he returned to his perch without any trouble, and sat beside her.
“How old are you, Maria?”
“I’m twelve,” she replied.
It was his turn to go “Pffft!” You are not!”
She didn’t seem at all perturbed that he doubted her. “Yep. Sure am. I’m a bit small for my age I guess, but I already got my periods and everything. I’ve had ‘em five times already! And check this out! My boobs are growing.” With this, she puffed her chest out, and pulled her t-shirt tight against her, showing off the small bumps underneath.
Aiden was flummoxed. Apart from his stupid sister, he really didn’t know many girls, apart from cousins, and none he’d ever met had ever been so open or forthright as she was.
“So. Why are you here? Aiden.” It was strange the way she separated his name. Like she was playing with it, but she did seem to like it at least.
“My dads a painter. He’s doing some work for this Mario guy. We’re gonna stay here for awhile, while he, well paints stuff.”
“Mario’s my papa,” she said, matter-of-factly. “He owns this place, but I guess you kinda know that already. It’s nice. I like it here.”
Before Aiden could respond, Maria said “Uh-Oh,” And he looked to where she was looking. Her mother had been unpacking the car, and had gone into the backseat.
“MARIA,” the lady shouted, in a voice accented with Italian, looking around the yard.
“I gotta go,” Maria said. “But I’ll be back in a minute. Wait here for me. Aiden.”
It sounded like a direct order, but before he could respond, she had jumped lithely off the bars, landed on her feet, and run off, calling “Coming mama.”
Aiden felt out of breath. She was like a little dynamo. More in control than almost anyone he had ever met, including most grownups. He could only dream of having the sort of presence and self confidence that she obviously possessed. He watched her run towards her “mama,” finding himself extremely interested in watching the way she ran. There was something about her that just attracted his eyes. His heart was pounding a bit, as if it was him running barefoot across the grass.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her, watching her skid to a stop in front of her mama. Mama pointed at something in the car, and the little Amazon appeared to shrug. He watched as her mother reached down, and patted Maria on the bottom, then gave her a very light spank, and sent the girl inside, giggling all the way.
No more than three minutes later, she was back outside, wearing bright pink leggings, but still barefoot, as she ran back towards the playground again.
“What was that about?” Aiden asked.
Maria climbed back up beside him again. “I hadda little accident in the car. Peed my pants a little bit. Mama saw it on the seat. She made me change my pants.”
Aiden nearly fell off the monkey bars. The way she just said it was so casual, as if it was nothing at all. She didn’t appear to be in the slightest bit embarrassed about it, either telling a strange boy she had just met, or laughing about it with her mama.
“Did, did you like get into trouble or anything?” Aiden stammered.
She laughed. “Don’t be silly. Aiden. Mama knows that little accidents happen sometimes. She was just a little bit cross that I didn’t change my pants right away.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Cause I saw you here, silly. I wanted to come and say hi. Besides, those pants always dry real quick when, I mean if I wet them.”
His jaw dropped. “Does it happen a lot?”
“Not really. Sometimes, I guess,” she said with a careless shrug. “It kinda only happens if I’m playing outside usually. Like running around and stuff. But today, I really needed to go like super bad, and I almost made it. But a teeny bit came out just before we got here. Then a bit more before I got to the toilet. To be honest, I was pretty wet I guess.”
“And your mum doesn’t mind?”
“Mama doesn’t really mind, but she likes me to get changed straight away. Sometimes, if I’m playing outside, and I don’t wanna go in just yet, I might like just pee in my pants, then go get changed later. I always tell mama it was an accident, but she knows it sometimes isn’t. But as long as I don’t do it at school or around other people, she usually doesn’t care too much. Usually.”
“Wowwww,” Aiden muttered.
“I’m like the baby of the family,” Maria explained. Mama and papa had me like late.” She giggled. “I wasn’t planned or nothing. I’ve got six older brothers and sisters. The oldest is nearly forty, and the next youngest to me is twenny something. Plus I’m like you. I’m pretty small. So they kinda treat me a bit like a baby I guess. I can get away with having a little accident every now and then. I wouldn’t say mama like let’s me or anything, but she never gets mad if it happens.”
“So you kinda do it on purpose sometimes?” Aiden asked.
“I wouldn’t say ‘on purpose,’ Aiden. But I guess that I don’t always like try as hard as I should to hold on if I’m just playing outside by myself, and sometimes, I do have real accidents, like in the car today. That wasn’t on purpose, cross my heart,” she said solemnly, making the cross gesture with a grubby hand.
“Mama even makes me wear pull ups to bed. Even though I don’t hardly ever wet in my sleep anymore. But they’re nice to wear. Just in case.”
She lowered her voice to a whisper, even though there was nobody around. “They can be like really handy if I’m playing video games and don’t want to pause it. Mama doesn’t really mind, as long as I get changed after.”
Aiden was speechless. He could not believe that this pretty girl, (wow, yes, she WAS pretty, although he didn’t know where that thought had come from) had just openly admitted to him that she sometimes wet her pants, even on purpose! She didn’t even know him properly. Yet.
“I hope you don’t think I’m weird or something. Aiden?”
“No! Not at all! It’s just a bit, uh, ‘unusual’ I guess. I kinda wasn’t ‘specting you to just tell me something like that!”
She turned her big hazel eyes on him, and he felt his heart flutter. He just didn’t know what else to say!
“What about you? Aiden. Surely you musta wet ya pants before? Or your bed?”
She saw the blush creeping up his face immediately.
“Look at you blush! You have, haven’t you? You gotta tell me all about it!”
He almost fell off the monkey bars, but she grabbed his arm with surprising strength. Amazon strength.
“You know what? Aiden. You and I are gonna be good friends. I’ll bet we’re gonna have a lot of fun playing together!”
She kissed him on the cheek, and his blush deepened even more. |
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