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  1. And now for the conclusion.... Chapter 44: Graduation Day The final weeks of school passed in a blur. Before we knew it the day was here. Thirteen years culminating in one final event, graduation day! The school was abuzz with excitement, we had rehearsal in the gym followed by a stern lecture about ‘shenanigans’ and how they were not to be tolerated. We were then sent to a special catered lunch in the cafeteria before everyone boarded school buses to the civic center. Parking was an issue so no one was allowed to drive. After the ceremony we could all catch rides with our parents or ride the bus back to school. The PTA had provided giant subs, chips and soda for lunch. Jane and I loaded up our plates and headed for our usual table in the corner. Everyone was busy saying goodbye. There was lots of crying and hugging and snapping of photos. I didn’t have anyone I wanted to say goodbye to. Jane was the only person I even cared about, the rest would just be a distant memory. Jane took in the scene and seemed a bit distant herself. “You know we have to talk about it eventually” She said quietly “College, I mean.” “Not today, let’s just have fun, make memories and all that stuff.” I said avoiding the subject. “Fine, but you know it’s going to happen even if we don’t discuss it. We’re going to different colleges Peter. We have to talk about what that means… for us.” Jane said seriously. “And we will, I promise” I reassured her “But let’s just enjoy today, okay?” “Okay” Jane agreed “I am ready to have some fun!” “Speaking of fun…” I started. I had an idea but I was sure Jane wouldn’t go for it. “Yes?” Jane asked in anticipation. “You know that lecture they gave us? The one about shenanigans and behaving like proper young men and women at the ceremony?” “What about it?” Jane seemed curious about this was going. “I’m tired of acting like a proper young man!” I exclaimed “I haven’t done one thing out of line my whole school career. I want to do something crazy, something to make this day memorable!” “Graduating high school isn’t memorable enough for you?” Jane asked. “You know what I mean!” I replied “Something crazy! I had an idea…” “And that is?” Jane prodded. “A dare. Let’s do a dare, you know you dare me to do something and I’ll dare you to do something. If either of us back out then the loser has to do whatever the winner says for the whole summer!” Jane seemed to mull it over in her head. “What kind of dare?” She asked cautiously. “I’m not saying. Neither of us can know what the other’s dare is until we both agree to it” I explained. Jane thought for a moment, “Deal! And prepare to lose, you’re going to be my slave for a whole month!” Truthfully I didn’t care. My plan was to get Jane to agree to the dare and it had worked. “Fine but you go first, it was your idea” Jane demanded. “Well you know that little white dress your supposed to wear under your gown?” I started. “What about it?” Jane sounded worried. “Don’t wear it!” I said with a grin. “So you want me to go nude under my gown?” Jane seemed incredulous “Not exactly” I continued “You can keep on your bra… your bra and your diaper!” “No way!” Jane exclaimed “I’m not wearing just a diaper under my gown! That’s crazy!” “Fine, I win then” I stated “You will have to do WHATEVER I say for the entire summer!” Jane rolled her eyes. “That’s not going to happen! Fine, I’ll do it. But you just watch out, your dare is going to be worse!” “What’s my dare?” I tried to not sound worried. “You’ll just have to wait and see!” Jane teased. Jane came to a sudden realization “Peter where am I supposed to get the diaper from? I didn’t bring any, I haven’t worn one since prom night.” “I thought about that” I explained “And didn’t you use to keep some extra supplies at the nurse?” “You want me to go to the nurse and ask for a diaper?” Jane was shocked. “Yep!” I replied. “Fine but you’re coming with me!” Jane demanded. We headed down the hallway towards the nurses office. We had about 15 minutes before we had to board the bus. Plenty of time to grab what we needed and rejoin the crowd. Entering the office I noticed that the nurse was preparing for summer. Medications were lined up on the counter waiting to be picked up and cabinets had been cleared out. “Nurse Mary?” Jane called out timidly. The nurse emerged from the back room. “Yes dear? What do you need?” She inquired “I have to say am I poorly prepared for students today.” “I ummm…” Jane hesitated “I just came to pick up my supplies.” “You supplies dear?” the nurse asked, puzzled. “You know the… stuff… I used to keep here?” Jane hinted. “Oh you mean your diapers?” the nurse said as if it wasn’t unusual at all “I thought you didn’t need those anymore. I haven’t seen you in a couple months.” “I don’t” Jane stammered “I uhmm.. I mean.. it’s just that my mom wanted me to get them.” “Alright dear” the nurse said casually “They’re in the back, you can go get them. I have to head up to the office for something.” The nurse left, shutting the door behind her. I followed Jane into the backroom which was filled with half packed boxes and various supplies scattered across the countertops. “Here they are!” Jane called out pointing to a bag of the tape on diapers she had been wearing to school just a few months ago. Next to them were several more packages including quite a few packages of Goodnites (both girls and boys), two packages of incontinence pads and one more package of tape on diapers similar to Jane’s but a different brand. “I guess you weren’t the only one that had a secret” I pointed out “I wonder who all these belong to?” “I don’t know” Jane replied looking at the various packages “But these will fit you nicely!” Jane pulled a brief from the other package of diapers. “Fit me?” I asked, I should have seen this coming. “You don’t think I’m doing this alone do you?” Jane smirked. “So that’s your dare then” I said, relieved “For me to wear a diaper too?” “Nope, that’s not my dare, but if you want me to wear a diaper you’ll put this on. Now lay down on this cot!” Jane took on an authoritative tone. “But what if Nurse Mary comes back?” I asked. “Then we better hurry up!” Jane exclaimed, patting the cot. I laid down on the cot, Jane quickly undid my belt and my pants, I lifted my hips and she pulled my jeans and my boxers down with one tug. Jane slid the diaper underneath me and quickly taped it on. I stood up pulling up my pants and refastening my belt. “Now do me!” Jane demanded, laying down. She didn’t have to ask twice. I quickly unsnapped her pants and pulled them down to her ankles. I knew I had to hurry, Nurse Mary could be back any minute. It would be quite awkward to get caught in this position, still I couldn’t help but take a moment to gaze at the site before me. Even though I had seen it before, seeing Jane, naked from the waist down, shaved smooth (I have no idea why she was still keeping this look, but I wasn’t complaining) and lying there helpless turned me on so much! “Hurry up Peter!” Jane woke me from my fantasizing. I fastened the diaper onto her and helped her pull her pants up. Jane grabbed the rest of her pack and shoved it into her book bag. Then together we headed toward the ride the bus for the last time in our school careers. The plan was simple, well sort of. When we got to the civic center we would each excuse ourselves to the bathroom where we would slip off our clothes and slip on our gowns. Most people were already dressed so they simply put their gowns on over their clothes. No one noticed as I headed to the bathroom. I entered a stall and stripped off my clothes. Hesitating for a moment I stuffed my clothes into my bag and put on my black graduation gown. As I headed back to the crowd I saw Jane exiting the ladies room. I grabbed her and pulled her into an empty meeting room. “Proof!” I demanded. “Fine, but you go first!” Jane shot back. I unbuttoned my robe and held it open for Jane. “Nice!” Jane commented with a grin “I haven’t said my dare yet. Perhaps I should just send you on stage like that!” “Don’t even think about it! Now, c’mon it’s your turn!” I reminded her. Jane unfastened her buttons and pulled her robe wide open. I stood aghast. Jane hadn’t followed my directions to wear just her bra and a diaper. She was wearing a diaper ONLY! No bra, no panties, nothing! Just a plain white diaper. Jane’s breasts were tiny and cute as always. Truly she had no need for a bra, aside from modesty. But to me they were perfect and today they betrayed her. Either Jane was extremely cold (it was sweltering, 80 at least) or she was as aroused at the situation as I was. Jane held her gown open for another second and then zipped up, with a smile I did the same. Jane and I returned to the graduation line. No one was the wiser. As usual we hadn’t been missed and no one had a clue what we were, or weren’t wearing under our robes. Or so we thought! “Okay people line up!” a shrill voice sounded over the crowd. It was Ms. McReedy the vice principal and the most feared woman at our school. McReedy was a strict disciplinarian and was altogether unpleasant. I had been fortunate enough to avoid any interactions with her but I had heard stories. “People!” she shouted again. The crowd grew silent and turned her direction. “You were warned about shenanigans!” McReedy seemed as if her head was about to explode “Now I have reports that some of you have chosen to violate today’s dress code! You were clearly told folks, plain white dresses for the girls, khakis and white dress shirts for the boys!” Where was this going? I was afraid I knew! “Now here’s how it’s going to go!” Ms. McReedy shouted “We’re going to make a line, one by one you will show me exactly what your wearing under your gowns. If it’s anything less than dress code you are out of graduation! OUT! Now LINE UP!” My stomach fell to my feet, I looked at Jane, she was as pale as a ghost. Neither of us were counting on an inspection. It seemed our graduation day was going to be memorable after all, in a very unpleasant way. What was I going to say to my parents? The students fell into line. Jane and I were somewhere near the end. While it may have provided a moment of relief, in reality in only prolonged our doom. “What are we going to do?” Jane whimpered. “I don’t know, maybe we can make a break for it. You know get to the bathroom and put some clothes on?” I suggested. “Ms. Andrews!” I heard McReedy cry out “Where do you think you are going?” A petite red head had apparently tried to slip out of line. “Please Ms. McReedy” The girl pleaded “I was just going to the bathroom! I really have to go!” “Lies!” McReedy screamed “Your going to change your clothed no doubt! What are you wearing girl? Unzip!” The girl unzipped her gown and held it open, her face as red as her hair. She was indeed wearing the standard white dress. “Please Ms. McReedy, I really do have to go” the girl begged. She shifted quickly form foot to foot, I swore I saw a trickle running down her leg. “Go!” McReedy thundered. The girl quickly scampered off. Getting out of line was definitely out of the question. Ms. McReedy moved on down the line. As more people passed the inspection, McReedy’s anger seemed to grow. About half way through line McReedy cried out again. “Well, well what is this? Blue jeans? You’re supposed to be wearing a dress miss! Please explain!” It was Maria, an Hispanic girl with long black hair that nearly reached her waist. She was in some of my classes, we never talked but she seemed nice. “Please Ms. McReedy” Maria spoke softly “My family is poor, we couldn’t afford a dress. These are the best clothes I have” I felt bad for her, apparently McReedy did too. “Zip up!” McReedy’s voice softened “And get back in line” So McReedy had a heart after all. I doubted she would have as much compassion on me. She was growing closer, there were only about 10 people between us and Mcreedy now. I looked at Jane, silent tears were running down her cheeks. I took her hand. “It will be okay” I whispered. Though I had no idea how. “My mom is going to kill me!” Jane whimpered softly. Ms. McReedy grew closer. Jane’s grip grew tighter. She closed her eyes; “Oh no! Oh no!” She moaned. “Remember I’m in the same boat as you” I tried to help “We’re in this together” “No, it’s worse!” Jane whispered “I’m so scared, I think may have just peed a little!” I had to admit, I was pretty terrified myself. To the best of my knowledge my diaper was dry though. Perhaps if I wet it I could draw the attention away from Jane. I closed my eyes and concentrated. “What do you think you are doing????” McReedys voice was suddenly in my ear. I jumped and a hot spurt of pee shot into my diaper. McReedy was standing right beside me glaring at the boy to my right. “You were actually going on stage like this Mr. Preston??” she demanded. I looked over and caught a glimpse of a lot more of Gary Preston than I ever wanted to see. “A funny prank I suppose! Well you are out of graduation mister! OUT!” McReedy screamed pointing at the door. Gary quickly covered himself with his gown and headed out the door. This was it. I was dead meat. Any second now I would be unzipping my gown and Ms. McReedy and my whole senior class was about to see me standing there in just a diaper. It was like a nightmare playing itself out in real life. Jane was openly sobbing now. I really felt bad for her, this was all my idea. A stupid dare. Perhaps I could explain that, take the heat off her after all. McReedy stepped in front of me. “Unzip!” She instructed. The world seemed to move in slow motion. I reached for my zipper and started to pull it down. This was it. This was the end… “Ms. McReedy” a male voice thundered out “What is going on?” It was Mr. Thompson, the principal. Great! Now I was going to have to expose myself in front of him too! McReedy turned “Some of the students are not wearing regulation clothes sir!” She explained “I just caught Mr. Preston and I was about to check these others.” “We need the students on stage Ms. McReedy. We are ready to begin!” the principal insisted. “Just a moment sir, I only have a few more.” McReedy started to turn back to me. “Now Ms. McReedy!” Principal Thompson bellowed “Yes sir” McReedy said reluctantly. She noticed Jane was crying and gave her a strange look before turning to the crowd. “Move it people!” She shouted. Slowly we started filing on stage. The first thing I noticed was that my diaper was a lot wetter than I realized, I was even more scared than I thought. Jane and I were lucky enough to have similar last names. We had always sat near each other in homeroom and now we sat next to each other on stage. I felt very fortunate to be beside her on this important day, holding her hand. She seemed happy too. Half way through the ceremony my diaper became cold and clammy. Uncertain of what else to do I closed my eyes and let go. My diaper instantly became warm again. I opened my eyes and Jane was looking at me, smiling. A bit later I noticed her sitting the same way. Was she peeing too? When my name was called I stood to walk across the stage. My diaper sloshed heavily. I did my best to walk normally, praying it wouldn’t fall off onto the stage. Jane walked next and appeared to be having some trouble herself. Graduation ended and the whole class filed out into the hall. Everyone was laughing and crying and celebrating. I was looking for a bathroom to get my wet diaper off before it gave way under its weight. I was headed that way when Jane stopped me. “I haven’t given you your dare yet!” She said mischievously. I had almost forgotten or at least I had hoped she had. “Okay here it is” Jane instructed “I want you to find a teacher… no wait… find Ms. McReedy and I want you to tell her that your diaper is wet and you need to be changed.” “What? No way! Did you see what she did to Gary?” I protested. “What’s she going to do? You’ve already graduated!” Jane pointed out “Besides she’ll probably just think it’s a stupid prank.” “I still don’t know…” I hesitated. “Fine then, I win the bet. You’re my slave for the summer!” Jane smirked. I spotted Ms. McReedy walking across the room. This was my chance. “Ms. McReedy?” I called out. Mcreedy stopped. “Yes Peter?” She asked with raised eyebrow. “I… ummmm… I…” I stammered “I just wanted to say have a nice summer.” I chickened out. “You to Peter” Ms. McReedy eyed me suspiciously. I think she suspected something. Jane looked at me and smiled “Come with me slave!” she demanded. Jane led me out to my car where my first orders were to change her. I drove to the furthest corner of the parking lot and we climbed into the back. Jane was soaked! She must have wet quite a bit during graduation. “Do you want panties or another diaper?” I asked. “Diaper” she grinned. I taped a dry diaper on her. “You don’t get a choice! Lay down!” she demanded. I happily obliged. Jane changed me into a dry diaper. We then both dressed into our regular clothes and headed to dinner. Jane picked the place, I had the feeling she was going to be making lots of the decisions this summer. After dinner Jane told me to drive back to her house. Jane’s grandma had fell recently and her mom had been taking care of her. Often Jane was left alone for the day or even an entire night, fortunately for us this was one of those nights. We had the place to ourselves. “Kiss me!” Jane demanded as soon as we got in the door. I happily obliged. “Now let’s go up to my room!” she requested. “But if your mom comes home…” I started. “Mom told me after the ceremony she was going to Grandma’s and wouldn’t be back until morning. Trust me, it’s safe. And YOU have to do whatever I say!” Jane reminded me with a grin. I went up to Jane’s room and she followed. This was the first time we had been in here together. Jane sat down on her bed and I got the idea I was supposed to sit beside her. I sat down and we started to kiss. Jane laid back on her bed and pulled me down beside her. Our kisses grew more passionate, Jane’s slipped her shirt over her head. She still wasn’t wearing a bra. I moved my lips tenderly over her bare breasts. I reached for the button on her jeans and unsnapped them. Jane wiggled out and kicked them off to the floor. Next was my turn, my jeans came off as well and soon we were lying together in just our diapers. I stuck my hand down the front of Jane’s diaper and started to play. Jane stopped me, “I have protection” she said softly. “Oh, do you want me to change you?” I asked, she didn’t seem to be wet. “Not that kind of protection” Jane whispered. I would like to tell you that this was the first night of many Jane and I would spend together. I would like to tell you that we found a way to make a long distance relationship work. But the truth is we spent one last crazy, glorious summer together. Jane went off to the state college and I went to the private school. We made new friends and soon we grew apart. There was no big break up, it wasn’t messy. In fact we really are still friends. Just friends. Perhaps that is how it was meant to be after all.
  2. Next to last installment. Thanks for reading! Chapter 41: A Night To Remember Weeks passed and Jane’s potty training seemed to be taking hold. She moved from wearing diapers to school back to Goodnites and even tried regular underwear. After several minor ‘leaks’ and one particularly embarrassing accident Jane took to wearing a heavy pad resigning herself to the fact that she may never be completely dry again and that the pads were better to the alternative. Sam had a couple more ‘accidents’ of her own that extended her time in Goodnites to a total of about a month. She was soon out of them though and mom was convinced that the ‘issue’ had passed. As for myself I had indeed stopped wearing during the day. Once or twice I forgot and had to make a mad dash for the bathroom. I continued to wear at night for a while but after waking dry for almost two weeks I decided I was not, after all, a bed wetter. My few remaining diapers lay mostly forgotten under my bed. Life had returned pretty much back to normal. As our senior year drew to a close, I had very little time to think about diapers anyway. Everyone was busy studying for final exams and making plans for graduation. The talk of the lunchroom was all about who was going where for summer vacation and who was going with whom to the prom. I was taking Jane of course. I have to admit I was pretty excited. It was the one night that the rules didn’t apply. Even Jane’s mother had agreed to let her stay out late. We planned to stay up all night. I had reservations at a nice French restaurant, we’d follow that up with the dance and the after prom party the school was throwing at the local YMCA. Not a wild night to be certain, but I did hope it would be a memorable one at least. The big day arrived and I pulled up to Jane’s house at a quarter to five. She was wearing a simple lace dress with a sleeveless top and a loose skirt that hung just past her knees. Her normally wild hair was pinned up neatly with some small white flowers. She looked absolutely stunning. I told her so as her mom snapped endless pictures of us in the front yard. Leaning in I whispered in her ear “You look amazing! I can’t believe I get to take you to prom!” Jane blushed a deep red. “Thanks!” She whispered back “Wait till you see what I’m wearing underneath! I picked it out just for you!” It was my turn to blush. I couldn’t believe she was talking like that, especially with her mom close by. Her mom didn’t seem to notice. She was too busy snapping pictures and gushing over how her ‘little girl’ was all grown up. She was actually being very pleasant for a change. Still I couldn’t help but wonder what lacey little number Jane had on under there. The way she talked it seemed as if I was going to find out. After our photo session with Jane’s mom we headed over to my house where the process repeated. Only this time it was MY mom doing the gushing. We finally managed to get away and head off toward dinner. As I drove my car to the edge of town I reached over and gently placed my hand on Jane’s knee. Slowly I worked my hand up her leg, past the hem of her dress. “Peter!” Jane shrieked, slapping my hand playfully. “I was just trying to find out what the surprise was” I said innocently. “You’ll find out soon enough! Now behave!” Jane teased. Dinner was very nice. We talked about how strange it was to see her mom in such a good mood. We joked about who would wear the most risqué dress to the prom. We even talked about plans for summer vacation. One topic we avoided was college. Jane had been accepted to a state school in the eastern part of the state and I was going to a private college in the west. The two schools were about seven hours apart. It was a topic we both knew we must discuss, but that wasn’t the night. Jane did get real quiet at one point and seemed to be far off. I wondered if that was what she had on her mind, but she was soon back to her usual perky self. After dinner we headed toward the prom. It was being held in the banquet hall of a ritzy hotel downtown. We were just halfway there when Jane turned to me. “Hey Peter…” She sounded a bit nervous. “Can we umm.. stop somewhere?” “Okay” I replied “Do you need the bathroom?” “No” Jane said shyly “I mean somewhere where we can be.. you know… alone.” I almost steered the car off the road. After regaining control of my vehicle, I managed to pull onto the parkway and found a secluded overlook that was well known to the locals as a popular make out spot. I was pleased to find it abandoned, it was still pretty early in the evening. Figuring I knew why we were here I leaned over and started kissing Jane. She returned the kisses passionately and we made out for several minutes. Finally Jane asked kind of shyly “Could we get in the back? You know it might be more comfortable.” I nearly climbed over the shifter and right into the back. I managed to come to my senses enough to walk around and open the rider side door for Jane and help her into the backseat. She slid over and made room for me. I got in and our make out session resumed. I started kissing Jane on the neck an earlobe. She reached down and fumbled with the buckle on my belt. Glad to help her out I undid my belt and the snap on my pants. She finished unzipping them and slid her hand inside my boxers. As she slowly stroked me she whispered “You ready to see your surprise?” She took my hand and guided it to the back of her dress. Taking the hint I undid the top few buttons and allowed the top of her dress to fall just below her breasts. Jane was wearing a new lace bra that matched her dress. It was the strapless type and clasped in the front. I undid the clasp and her bra fell onto the seat below. Jane’s small pert breasts were now on display. I resumed kissing Jane about the neck and moved down her body paying special attention to each kiss. Wrapped up in the passion Jane had removed her hand from my boxers but at the moment I didn’t mind. As I moved down past Jane’s belly button she lifted her hips and allowed her dress to slip down to the floorboard. I gasped. I had expected to see matching lace panties or even a thong. Instead Jane lay there in front of me wearing a plain, white diaper. I was confused “What happened?” I asked, concerned “Are you being punished again?” And I thought her mom was being so nice, I couldn’t believe she would do this to Jane on prom night! Jane smiled, “No silly! I’m wearing this for you. You do like seeing me in them don’t you?” Dumbfounded (I had never admitted my attraction out loud) I stuttered “What? No! Umm.. I mean… Ummm.. How did you know?” “It was kind of obvious wasn’t it?” Jane said somewhat sarcastically “I mean you were pretty eager whenever it came time to change me. And don’t you think I noticed how ‘excited’ you became” As if to prove her point, when Jane said ‘excited’ she slipped her hand inside my boxers and started fondling me again. That’s all it took. I exploded inside my boxers. Seeming pleased that she proved her point Jane smiled and pulled out her hand. “Speaking of, I’m wet” Jane pointed out “Will you change me? I have supplies in my bag.” She gave me a coy smile. I hadn’t thought much of the gym bag Jane had brought with her, I figured it contained shoes and a change of clothes for the party afterwards. I now realized I was wrong. Well partially at least, there was a change of clothes in the bag. But there was also lotion, wipes, powder and diapers. In TWO sizes.” Jane seemed to read my thoughts. “I was hoping to not be the only one wearing diapers to my senior prom” Jane said slyly. “Don’t worry!” I teased “I’m sure Brittney G has hers on!” “Watch it!” Jane warned “I’ve got my regular underwear in that bag too! I can always wear that!” “Now we can’t have that can we?” I said playfully “You’ve been a naughty little girl peeing in your diaper! We can’t have you ruining your pretty dress now can we?” Jane played along, “I have been naughty” She pouted “Are you going to punish me?” Without another word I undid the tapes on Jane’s diaper and pulled her over my lap. Now completely naked I pulled Jane across my lap and swatted her bare bottom a handful of times. Jane squealed and kicked her legs but didn’t tell me to stop. I didn’t want Jane to be uncomfortable the rest of the evening so I didn’t spank her too hard. After several playful swats I laid her back down on the seat and pulled out a dry diaper. Jane lifted her butt so I could slide the diaper underneath. I took a wipe and gently cleaned her and reached for the powder. Jane stopped me, “Can you use the lotion? After all you did just spank me?” She said with a naughty look. I took the bottle of lotion and squirted some onto my hand. Jane’s bottom was barely slightly pink from her spanking but I gently rubbed the lotion on anyways. After her bottom I moved between her legs allowing my fingers to play with her most sensitive parts until she let out a moan of pleasure. After one last, deep, passionate kiss I sat back and taped Jane’s new diaper snugly around her hips. “Your turn” she said with a mischievous grin. Jane gave me a light shove and we switched positions. I was now lying flat on the seat with Jane above me. With on quick motion she yanked my pants down past my knees. “Looks like someone else had had a little accident” Jane said noting the wet patch on the front of my boxers. “It’s not pee!” I protested, but Jane wasn’t listening. “So you say!” Jane scolded playfully “But it looks like I’m not the only naughty one!” “Does that mean…” I started “Yep! Over my knee!” Jane commanded patting her lap. I laid down across Jane’s lap as she quickly pulled down my soiled boxers. She quickly went to work peppering my bottom with quick hard slaps. “Hey!” I shouted “I didn’t spank you that hard!” “But you’ve been a very naughty boy!” Jane explained. I could feel my excitement ‘growing’ against Jane’s lap, Jane felt it too, “VERY naughty!” She exclaimed. Finally Jane stopped her assault on my rear end and rolled me over. Jane took one of the larger diapers from the bag and slid it underneath me. “How about some of that lotion?” I requested. Jane obliged, the cool lotion felt good on my stinging bottom, I’m sure if I could of seen it, it would have been cherry red. Jane then took the lotion and started rubbing it on my ‘most sensitive’ area. The feeling was amazing. After just a few strokes I exploded again all over Jane's hand and my stomach. Jane didn’t say a word she just kissed me then used my boxers to clean her hand and my stomach off before taping on the diaper. Suddenly she got a naughty look. “These are ruined!” She declared “We might as well get rid of them!” Without warning Jane opened the car door and tossed my boxers out of the car. “Hey!” I exclaimed “That was one of my best pairs!” “Tell you what, you be a big boy and keep your dipee dry and I might buy you some new ones okay?” Jane teased. Like that was going to happen. Freshly diapered we both redressed and climbed back into the front seat. I sped off toward the dance wondering what other surprises awaited me that night! Chapter 42: Save the Last Dance By the time we arrived at the dance a large crowd was already there. I would like to say that everyone stopped dancing and watched as we made a stunning entrance or that we at least turned a few heads. However our tardy arrival at the dance went like the rest of our high school career, unnoticed and invisible. Not that I minded, I was used to wearing boxers over my diapers and I felt a bit exposed with just the thin cloth of my tuxedo pants covering up my secret. As awkward as I felt I was also immensely turned on. I was at my senior prom with a beautiful girl who was WEARING A DIAPER! We spent the entire evening slow dancing together so close you couldn’t fit a sheet of tissue paper between us. My hands remained on Jane’s padded bottom the whole time. This too went unnoticed as the majority of the couples there were dancing the exact same way. During the middle of one particular slow dance Jane suddenly stopped dancing, looked at me and smiled. I didn’t have to ask why, I could actually feel her diaper filling with pee! I swore I could hear it too, the telltale sound of her stream of urine hitting the material of her diaper seemed loud in the quiet room. I glanced around but the rest of the room seemed oblivious. “Your turn” Jane whispered in my ear. The trouble was in my ‘excited state’ I found it hard to go. It took me several minutes to get a stream started and when I did I only managed to squeeze out a bit. I didn’t think I was as obvious as Jane, but she still seemed to know what I had done. “Come with me!” she instructed. She took my hand and led me into the hallway. We found one of those ‘family’ bathrooms with a locking door. After a quick glance around to make sure no teachers were watching we ducked inside. It was then I realized Jane’s gum bag was in the car. “We don’t have any supplies!” I pointed out. She reached into her purse and pulled out two diapers and a small baggie of wipes. She really was prepared! Jane glanced around the room and frowned. “I really don’t want to lay down on this nasty floor!” She complained “I wish we had a towel or something.” I noticed the plastic changing table on the wall. “You’re pretty light” I offered “It could probably hold you!” “No way!” Jane protested “That’s too embarrassing!” “It’s either that or the floor!” I said matter-of-factly unfolding the table. “Well I can’t get up there in this!” Jane said indicating her dress “Here help me take it off” She turned around so I could undo her buttons then slipped the dress off hanging it on the hook on the back of the door. Jane turned to face me. She looked quite cute standing there in just her diaper, lace bra and fancy shoes. I helped Jane climb up onto the changing table. “Funny” I observed “If any of the teachers had caught us sneaking in here I doubt this is what they would have thought we were doing!” I undid Jane’s diaper and tossed it into the trash. I then took a wipe and gently cleaned her private areas before taping a dry diaper on. After I helped her down from the table Jane turned to me and asked “What about you?” “I’d probably break the table” I pointed out “And I’m not laying down on this floor either!” It was decided that I would change myself. Jane wanted to see how I did it as she always had trouble changing in public. I took off my wet diaper and tossed into the trash with Jane’s (the custodian was getting a surprise!). I then showed Jane how I pinned the back of the diaper between myself and the wall. I was about to pull the diaper up between my legs when Jane stopped me. “While you’re in that position….” She said getting down on her knees in front of me. I went back to the dance a very happy man. Chapter 43: A Very Late Night After the dance Jane and I headed to the after party. The YMCA wasn’t far, it took less than 15 minutes for us to arrive. As we pulled into the parking lot Jane spoke up “Umm Peter, could you help me with something before we go in?” “Sure what?” I responded thinking that I already knew. Jane confirmed my suspicion “I’m wet, will you change me?” “Again?” I teased “It was an accident” Jane said sheepishly “A real accident, I guess I had too much punch” That confirmed two things, Jane was still prone to accidents and her other two wet diapers earlier that evening weren’t accidents. She had peed them on purpose! “It doesn’t matter, let’s get you changed” I reassured her. I pulled the car over to a dark corner of the parking lot. Jane climbed into the backseat and I hopped in after her. “Let’s make this quick Peter” Jane requested “There are a few too many people around for comfort” “I’ll be quick” I assured her. I didn’t want to get caught in a compromising position either. Jane slid her dress up and I undid the tapes on her diaper. I slid it out from underneath her and rolled it into a ball before reaching for the gym bag. “Umm Jane? Where’s your bag?” I asked searching around. “I thought you moved it” Jane replied “Is it in the trunk? I was certain I had left the bag in the backseat but I hopped out and checked the trunk anyway. “Nope it’s not in the trunk” I reported “What could have happened to it? Did it fall out at the overlook?” “No, I clearly remember it being there when we got to the dance” Jane sounded worried. I offered the only explanation I could think of “I guess someone swiped it from the car while we were at the dance. I bet they got a surprise when they opened the bag, all those diapers in there!” “But Peter” Jane started to panic “My clothes were in that bag! What am I going to do?” “I didn’t think about that” I admitted “I guess we could just head home.” “You know what?” Jane said suddenly “I had planned to stay out all night and that’s what I’m going to do! I’ll just have to wear my dress.” “Okay then” I said glad she didn’t want to leave “I was planning on just wearing my tux anyway. So if you’re good with the dress, I guess we can go. You got another diaper in your purse?” “No!” Jane grimaced “I only had the one. And my panties were in the bag! What am I going to wear under my dress?” “I’d offer you my boxers but someone threw them out the window” I pointed out “Like I said, we can head home.” “No!” Jane remained resolute “I said we were staying and we are! I’ll just have to make sure and keep my dress down!” “You mean you’re going to wear NOTHING under your dress?” I was shocked. Jane really must have wanted to stay out. “No one will know, well no one except you. You’re okay with this aren’t you?” Jane asked, as if she needed to. “Okay?!?” I said incredulously “I think it’s hot!” “Well come on then” Jane smiled and pulled her dress down as she stepped out of the car. I climbed out and we walked into the party hand in hand. I have to admit that I spent the rest of the evening trying to look up Janes dress. A couple of times I succeeded and was rewarded with an amazing view. As far as I knew no one else was the wiser. Only I knew what Jane had on or rather didn’t have on under the dress. There was a wide variety of activities to keep us entertained. There was a ‘casino’ where we could play Black Jack, Roulette and Craps for chips that could be exchanged for prizes. There was also a photo booth and a cheesy fortune teller. Other activities were not as well suited for Jane’s attire, the mechanical bull, the rock wall and inflatable obstacle course were out. Of course I could have done any of those but I preferred to stick beside Jane. Around 3 AM we were both sitting at the Black Jack table. I was on a pretty good run and had built up a nice stash of chips when I started feeling the need to pee. Not wanting to break my lucky streak or give up my comfy seat I decided to put my diaper to good use. I relaxed and immediately felt my diaper grow warm. It was amazing how little effort that it still took. No one else at the table seemed to have noticed what I had just done, why would they? After a few more hands I started losing so I excused myself from the table and went into the bathroom. Being that I also had no more diapers I disposed of the one I was wearing and pulled my pants back up. As I came back table I leaned over and whispered in Jane’s ear “Now you’re not the only one going commando”. A couple hours later the party ended and we headed towards Jane’s house. We were both exhausted and agreed it was time to call it a night. We pulled up in front of the house, the front porch light was on but the rest of the house was dark. I walked Jane to her front door, barely able to keep my eyes open. The night was fun, but I had never been so tired in my life. We stopped at the door and Jane pulled me into a passionate kiss. “You sure your mom’s not watching?” I asked “No she went to bed hours ago” Jane replied “Don’t worry” I kissed Jane again, harder and longer, pressing my body against hers. Suddenly I heard the sound of liquid splattering on concrete. “Crap!” Jane exclaimed looking down. My eyes followed hers, she was peeing! Without warning Jane suddenly lifted her dress exposing her nudity and spread her legs apart as she continued to pee. The flow stopped and she grinned sheepishly “I guess I’m even more tired than I thought. I forgot I didn’t have a diaper on.” “Well I really hope your mom isn’t watching now!” I exclaimed. Jane let her dress fall back down and we had one more kiss before she headed inside. I got back in my car suddenly wide awake. This had definitely been a night to remember.
  3. Chapter 38: The Slumber Party It could have been hours or just five minutes, I’m not really certain. Time seemed to stand still as I lay on there on the blanket with Jane. But all too soon it was time for us to get going. I helped Jane into a new diaper and she changed me. We gathered up our things and headed back to the car. I stuffed the wet blanket into my trunk making a note to wash it later. Sam must have been watching out the window, as soon as we pulled into the driveway she came bolting out the door. “Hi Jane!” Sam exclaimed “I’m so excited! I just can’t wait!” “So what kind of plans do ya’ll have? Bunch of girl stuff I suppose?” I enquired. “Of course!” Jane said sarcastically “We’re going to paint each other’s toenails, braid each other’s hair, we’ll probably have a pillow fight, in our sexiest lingerie of course!” “Only problem with that is your sexiest lingerie is a diaper!” I shot back. Of course there was some truth to that. “Watch it!” Jane warned “Or you won’t be seeing any of mine any time soon!” Realizing that was probably a bit too much in front of my sister she quickly added “So Sam, you wanna watch a movie or something” “Sure sounds great!” Sam seemed oblivious to what just happened. Oh well, I’m sure they’d be gossiping about me in a few hours anyway. I hoped Jane didn’t tell Sam too much and I hoped Sam didn’t tell Jane too much either! There were still some secrets from my past I wasn’t keen on Jane knowing just yet. We pulled up in front of Jane’s house and the girl’s hopped out. “You girls have fun now” I told them “Don’t get too wild” “Yes dad!” Sam replied sarcastically. I gave Jane a quick kiss before they went into the house and I drove off. Nothing particularly interesting happened that evening. I hung out in my room most of the night. I browsed youtube videos on my laptop and basically goofed off. I wet my diaper a couple times and changed myself. Around 8 PM I felt the need to do something else. I decided not to fight it this time and just let go. It was much less awkward than the library and cleanup was much easier. I simply hopped into the shower and washed myself off. Deciding it was close enough to bed time I put on one of my night time diapers. As I laid in bed watching TV I wondered what the girls were up to. Perhaps the lingerie pillow fight had already begun. I woke up the next morning to a soaked diaper. I definitely did not remember waking up to go. I hadn’t considered myself a bed wetter since I was 14 but I guess that had changed. I supposed I should do something about it, college was coming up in a few short months and I really didn’t want to be known as the bedwetting freshman. If I knew what was good for me I would get out of bed, put on a pair of boxers and start using the bathroom like a normal 18 year old. That’s what I should do. But I wasn’t ready for the fun to end. I guess you could say I had a problem. Oh well, I still had four months, still plenty of time to get myself sorted out before college. After disposing of my wet diaper and taking a shower it didn’t take me long to discover a whole new problem. I reached under my bed for a new diaper and found the package was empty! I had completely blown through my supply. Perhaps this should have been a sign that it was time to take a break, have a day in big boy pants and use the bathroom like an adult. But like I said I wasn’t ready for the fun to end. So instead I grabbed one of my night time diapers and taped it on. I chose one my baggier pairs of jeans and a oversize t-shirt to conceal the extra bulk. It felt strange walking around in the larger, puffier diaper and I hoped I didn’t look as conspicuous as I felt. I headed over to Jane’s house to pick up Sam. We had a family dinner later that afternoon and mom had made it clear she wanted us both home, showered and dressed by 1:00 so we wouldn’t have much time to hang out, I just hoped the girls had had a good time. Jane invited me in telling me her mom had just left for church. Both girls were still in their pj’s and hanging out in the living room watching TV. As I walked into the living room Sam burst into a fit of giggling. “What are you wearing?” she asked between fits of laughter. Jane seemed to find something funny too and was as well. “What?” I asked, thinking my night time diaper must be more obvious than I thought. “I’ve never seen you wear those jeans before!” Sam exclaimed “They’re kind of goofy!” Jane and Sam burst into another fit of laughter. They were obviously sleep deprived. I’m sure they had stayed up all night talking, probably about me. “C’mon Peter” Jane teased “You’re not exactly the king of fashion!” Yep, I was the primary topic I’m sure. I just hoped Jane hadn’t said too much, after all Sam was my sister. I sat down in the living room to watch TV with the girls. It didn’t take me long to realize I wasn’t the only one wearing something strange. “Ummm.. Sam?” I said pointedly “What are YOU wearing?” Sticking out from the back of Sam’s pajamas was something that wasn’t underwear and wasn’t a Goodnite. It was something I was more used to seeing on Jane. “Are you wearing an actual diaper?” I asked shocked. Sam blushed and quickly pulled her pajama top down. “I umm….” Sam stuttered. “She was just trying to make me feel better!” Jane interjected. “Oh, okay…” I conceded, not particularly buying the explanation. “Actually” Sam confessed “That’s not entirely true. I uhh… I had a little accident, well a big one really. I drank a lot of soda last night, I mean A LOT of soda. Well Jane said something really funny that… um, a boy at school did, and I kind of laughed too hard and well… Fortunately I had already put my Goodnite on so I didn’t ruin the carpet or anything. Jane was nice enough to give me one of her diapers since mine was soaked.” Several issues arose from this story. First off I was pretty sure I knew the ‘boy at school’ was me. Secondly, I had seen Sam pack three Goodnites, why wouldn’t she just put one of those on. For that matter she doesn’t even need them, she could have just gone without! I didn’t want to embarrass Sam so I let her story slide. She probably didn’t realize I saw her pack the Goodnites. Besides I wasn’t in any position to judge. “We better get going Sam!” I reminded her “We have dinner with grandma and mom doesn’t want us to be late” “Right” Sam replied “Let me just get dressed and grab my stuff.” She hurried off up the stairs towards Jane’s room. “Hey won’t your mom be mad that you’re missing a diaper?” I asked Jane. “No, she’s not really keeping track anymore. She hasn’t for the last few days. I guess I’ve been wetting so much you know, she didn’t see the need.” Jane explained “She’s been kind of nice actually, ever since my Goodnite leaked, she’s been a whole different person. I can’t believe but I think she might actually feel bad about what she’s made me do!” “Well wouldn’t that be something!” I agreed. “So did you girls have fun last night? What did you talk about?” I asked. “Wouldn’t you like to know” Jane teased. She leaned in to give me a kiss. As she did she placed her hand right on my crotch. “What are you wearing?” She looked puzzled “Now don’t start that again!” I shot back. “Not your clothes silly! I mean under your clothes!” Jane said slyly “You know what I’m wearing!” I played dumb “Yeah, but those aren’t your normal ones are they, they’re too thick!” Jane exclaimed. Without warning Jane unsnapped and unzipped my pants. “Peter! Those are night time diapers! Why on earth do you have those on?” I couldn’t tell if she was shocked or excited. “Well.. I umm bought some after I saw yours last weekend. I figured if that’s what you wore to bed so would I”. My explanation wasn’t the entire truth, but I still hadn’t brought myself to tell Jane I actually enjoyed wearing diapers. “So anyway” I continued “I was out of my regular diapers this morning so I just put one of these on.” “Well it sounds like someone’s being naughty!” Jane purred leaning into me “Perhaps I should give you a little spanking” “I’d like to see you try!” I retorted, pulling Jane closer and allowing her to massage the front of my exposed diaper. Footsteps coming down the stairs reminded us we were not alone. I quickly set up and fastened my pants, Jane jumped like something but her. “Really guys, get a room!” Sam said jokingly, adding “I think you were right Jane!” Both girls exchanged a mischievous grin. “What??” I asked feeling left out. “Oh nothing” Jane replied. Whatever secret they had was definitely about me. “Ready to go Sam?” I asked. “Yep! Sure am!” Sam slung her overnight bag over her shoulder. She was dressed and ready to go. For a minute I wondered if she had kept the diaper on under her clothes. Surely she wouldn’t have. But she seemed to be walking differently as she went out the door. Chapter 39: To Grandma’s House We Go (And Home Again) Our family dinner was uneventful to say the least. It was a bit awkward wearing a diaper in front of my grandma and all my cousins. Of course none of them knew I was wearing. If Sam had kept her diaper on this morning I suspected she had dumped it somewhere before we got to Grandma’s. She spent the afternoon running around outside and riding bikes with the cousins. There was no way she would risk getting caught by one of them. After a while we said our goodbyes and headed home. Grandma lived about an hour away from our house. We had only been in the car for 15 minutes when Sam piped up “Hey mom? Can we stop somewhere? I gotta go to the bathroom.” “Why didn’t you go before we left?” Mom sounded slightly annoyed. “I dunno, guess I didn’t have to go then!” Sam’s attitude was showing. “Well, there’s an exit coming up in about 10 minutes, I guess we can stop there.” Mom replied “K”, was Sam’s only response. 8 minutes down the road traffic came to a dead stop. Sam didn’t say anything. She just sat there with her hand clamped between her thighs bouncing up and down in her seat. After we sat there for another half hour she stopped bouncing, after another 10 minutes she had moved her hand. 5 minutes after that traffic started to move. “Here comes the exit” Mom pointed out “Do you need to stop Samantha?” Her answer surprised me “Nah, I’m okay!” Mom must have been thinking the same thing as me, “You didn’t have an accident did you?” she asked Sam. “No mom!” Sam sounded mortified that she would even ask. Still I had seen her doing her little pee dance not more than 10 minutes ago. What HAD happened? I hate to admit that I looked at my sister’s butt, but I did. I promise it was out of curiosity, not any kind of perversion. But as she climbed out of the car the back of her jeans were completely dry. The seat was too. Maybe she didn’t have to go after all. The mystery was soon solved however when I went into our shared bathroom. There in the trashcan was a balled up, wet Goodnite. She must have been wearing it the whole time! I grabbed the bag from the can and tied a knot in it. Knocking on Sam’s door I held up the bag. “You might want to be a bit more careful” I advised her “If mom had found this you’d have some questions to answer.” “I can explain…” Sam started. “Look, you don’t have to. Just be more careful okay?” I repeated. “Thanks Pete” Sam replied. I took the bag down to the outside trashcan and buried it under the other trash, just as I had done with my own many times. I went back inside and dialed Jane. “How was your grandma’s” Jane asked. “Fine” I answered “But the strangest thing happened on the way back home.” “I bet it’s not as strange as what’s going on here!” Jane rebutted. “Why? What happened?” I asked, Jane sounded a bit annoyed or angry, I wasn’t really sure. “My mom that’s what!” Jane exclaimed. So angry it was! That truce lasted all of a half day. “I thought your mom was being nice now?” I asked. “Yeah, I thought so too! But guess what she came home with this afternoon?” Jane was really getting worked up. “More diapers?” I ventured a guess. What else could it be? “A potty! A little pink plastic princess potty!” Jane cried “I’m in potty training Peter!” Chapter 40: The Pink Princess Potty At school the next day Jane filled me in on the details of her new ‘situation’. It seems her mom showed up Sunday afternoon with a child’s potty chair. She placed it in the living room and announced that Jane was going to have to go through potty training again, since (according to Jane’s mom) it obviously never took hold in the first place. I told Jane that was nonsense and she wouldn’t be having all these issues if her mom hadn’t made her wear these diapers in the first place. Jane agreed but said at this point there was no point arguing, it would just mean another spanking, or worse. So Jane agreed to the terms of her ‘training’. When she is at home she has to go and sit on the potty every hour. The potty was to remain in the living room so her mom could keep up with her ‘progress’. If she has an accident she has to sit on the potty for an hour and then has to go to the potty every 30 minutes after that until she has gone a whole day without accidents. Jane will continue to wear diapers to school, to avoid the chance of ‘embarrassing leaks’. She will also wear a diaper to bed. At all other times she would wear Goodnites. The plan was crazy to say the least. I thought that her mom had gone too far this time, perhaps it was time Jane moved out. Perhaps if we told my parents everything that was going on she could come live with us. Jane however seemed to feel differently. “As messed up as all this is, I’m kind of hoping it will help.” Jane confessed “To tell you the truth I hardly have any control at all lately. Most of the time when I’m wet I don’t even remember going.” I had to admit I knew what she was talking about. Several times recently I had found myself going before I even felt the urge and the last few mornings I woke up wet with no recollection of waking in the middle of the night to pee. Perhaps it was time for me to start retraining my bladder as well. “Still it sucks, I’m sorry you have to go through this, your mom really is crazy.” I sympathized. “Yeah, she’s a real ‘B’!” Jane agreed. The day sped by without much incident. Sam had to stay after school for some club so Jane and I had the afternoon to ourselves. One thing had been on my mind all day, and as wrong as I knew it was, I was hoping to see it. Turns out I didn’t have to wait long. In the car on the way to Jane’s house I noticed she kept fidgeting and shifting about in her seat. She looked like she had to go to the bathroom, which was something I hadn’t seen in a while. She had on a diaper after all. We had both become so accompanied to just going when and where we needed that Jane’s apparent desperation seemed out of place. “Umm Peter? Can we hurry up a bit?” Jane asked with a note of concern in her voice. “Sure. You okay?” I asked, knowing the answer. “It’s just I REALLY got to pee, I’ve kept this stupid diaper dry all day and I can’t wet it now!” Jane was starting to sound panicky. We got to her house and I barely had the car in park before Jane tore out of the car and toward the front door. She fumbled with her purse and the contents scattered across the front porch. “Peter help!” Jane pleaded as she doubled over, her hands between her legs. I quickly located the keys and undid the lock. Jane bolted past me into the house. Deciding to be the gentleman I picked up Jane’s purse and gathered its spilled contents. I walked into the house, hearing noise from the living room I headed in that direction. I was greeted with the sight of Jane sitting on a pink potty seat, her pants and diaper hastily discarded across the room. “Wow you really had to go!” I commented, I could hear a torrent of pee splattering against the plastic pot. Jane finished and a happy little musical tune suddenly came from the potty. “I can’t believe she actually put the batteries in it!” Jane blushed. “I can’t believe you held it all day!” I replied “Surely your mom doesn’t expect you to stay dry all day if she has you in diapers?” “That’s the point, she doesn’t expect it!” Jane explained “But maybe if I can keep them dry I can finally be done with these stupid things!” Hearing Jane call her diapers ‘stupid’ reminded me that she didn’t quite feel the same about them as I did. Of course she wanted to be free of them. For that matter perhaps it was time I retraining too. I really didn’t want to go off to college unable to control my basic bodily functions. “Can you be sweet and get me a Goodnite? They’re in my room.” Jane asked, seeming to not care she was still sitting on a potty chair. “Sure!” I said, heading up the stairs. Perhaps it was time I started using the bathroom ‘normally’ again. Now was as good of time as any to start. I had forgotten to stop and buy a new package of my regular diapers yesterday and had resorted to wearing my night time ones again. So I might as well let that be a sign, I thought, I won’t buy any more. This diaper, would be my last. Well for the daytime at least, recent events gave me reason to think I might be a bit more cautious at night. As I entered Jane’s room it was apparent I wasn’t the only one having issues at night. Her bed had been stripped and the plastic mattress cover I had felt on my previous visit was on plain view. I kew Jane was wearing diapers to bed, had she wet so much she had leaked? Perhaps it was just laundry day. But washing bedding seemed like something most people did on the weekend. Jane’s room also had a familiar smell. The smell of a room belonging to a bed wetter. I knew Jane probably found the smell an embarrassing reminder of her problem. I found the smell strangely arousing. The bag of Goodnites was on the floor under her night stand, just as it had been before. This time however there were two more packages beside it. One was Jane’s regular day time diapers and another package of her thicker night time diapers. I grabbed a Goodnite and headed back downstairs. Jane was still sitting on the potty. She saw me coming and reached for a box of tissues sitting nearby. “Thanks Peter!” Jane said as she quickly wiped herself and dropped the tissue into the potty. She stood up and reached for the Goodnite. I was used to Jane being comfortable around me, but I still found it amusing she could stand there so nonchalantly naked from the waist down. No it wasn’t amusing it was downright hot is what it was. Jane took the Goodnite and made no effort to retrieve her pants. I wasn’t going to remind her. “So if your mom only expects you to use this when you’re at home” I pointed to the potty chair “then why go through all the discomfort of holding it all day?” I repeated my question from earlier. “It’s not like it would be have been the first diaper you wet.” “That’s the point!” Jane exclaimed “I’m tired of sitting around in my own pee! As much as I hate my mom making me use this thing instead of the real toilet at least it’s a step in the right direction!” Jane finally seemed to notice her half clothed state. She retrieved her pants from the floor and pulled them on over the Goodnite. I picked up the discarded diaper. It was indeed dry, but in Jane’s desperate attempt to remove it she had ripped the backing and torn off several of the tapes. This diaper was of no use anymore. I headed for the trashcan. “Don’t do that!” Jane stopped me “I want to save it for mom to show her it’s dry” Jane took the diaper from me and laid it beside the potty. I was starting to feel the need to go myself. Unlike Jane I hadn’t tried to hold it all day, I had wet earlier and changed myself before lunch. I hadn’t been since then though and my need was suddenly growing. I figured if I was going to start using the big boy toilet again I might as well get started, besides I had shared in all Jane’s other adventures. “Mind if I take a turn?” I asked pointing to the potty. “Actually I do” Jane said apologetically “It’s kind of gross but mom measures the amount of pee in the potty to see how I’m doing. If there’s too much in there she might get suspicious” I should have figured her mom would pull something like that. “Well maybe I’ll just duck into the bathroom then, besides I’d probably break that little potty chair” I hoped Jane didn’t mind me using the ‘big toilet’ when she wasn’t allowed. “Well no you can’t…” Jane said regretfully “Mom padlocked all the bathroom doors to make sure I kept the potty in the living room.” “So your only allowed to use it in here?” I asked “What if you have company?” “Doesn’t matter” Jane explained “My grandma came by yesterday evening and I had to still sit on it once an hour even if I didn’t have to go. It was so embarrassing!” “Wow that is embarrassing” I admitted, I wouldn’t even want to pee in a regular toilet in front of my grandma. “The good news is I haven’t had an accident since this all started.” Jane said proudly. I didn’t mention the state I had found her bed in. “I suppose you could go out and water a tree in the backyard.” Jane suggested. “I’ll just wait, I’ll be fine” I assured her. Thirty minutes later my diaper was soaked. ‘Oh well, one last time’ I told myself.
  4. The name of the video is "My Diaper Has a Butterfly On It" It appears to be gone from Youtube but it is on Daily Motion. Can be found with a simple search. Thats the thing with lots of these videos of people "playing around" or being silly with diapers/ Goodnites etc. They have to belong to someone...
  5. Chapter 34: My Sister, My Friend? The next morning I woke up to find my diaper and gone from warm and comfy to cold and itchy. Moreover I had to go again! Wondering exactly how much these overnight diapers could take I laid down and released my bladder. My diaper instantly became warm again and I could feel it swelling immensely. Hoping I wasn’t going to have to do laundry again I gingerly felt my pajama pants and sheets. Dry! These diapers were amazing! Getting out of bed I realized exactly how sodden my diaper was. The entire thing was soaked from front to back and hung precariously between my legs. Undoing the tapes I allowed the diaper to fall with a mighty plop onto the floor. I turned on the shower and let the hot steamy water wash away my previous night’s sins. I briefly considered putting on another night time diaper but decided it was too risky. I taped one of my normal diapers on instead, got dressed and went down to breakfast. It occurred to me that I was getting increasingly comfortable wearing in front of people. Sitting down at the table I said good morning to my parents and poured myself a bowl of cereal. Sam had not yet appeared in the kitchen. A few minutes later she walked in, dressed and ready for school. “Good morning sweetie! How did you sleep?” mom asked Sam. “I slept fine, and I was dry if that’s what you mean!” Sam said sarcastically. She sounded more like the sister I knew, perhaps what I witnessed last night was a freak occurrence. “No sweetie, I just was telling you good morning! I wouldn’t embarrass you in front of your brother.” Mom explained. “I’m sorry mom” Sam demurred “It’s just I’m not used to wearing these things. I guess I’m kind of cranky” An apology! I guess Sam was changing after all. “But I thought you had been wearing them for weeks?” Mom asked confused. “Oh, yeah, I just mean I’m still not used to them!” Sam backtracked. “Hey Sam! Would you like a ride to school today?” I tried to change the subject. It worked, both Sam and my mom stared at me in awe. “Ummm… Sure!” my sister said surprised. “I can’t believe it!” mom exclaimed, “I have never seen you two get along like this. It’s fabulous!” Sam grabbed a bagel and we headed out the door. Sam had been a freshman and I a senior at the same school for almost a year, this was the first time we had ever shared a ride to school. The first few minutes were filled with an awkward silence. Finally I spoke, “So how is everything?” I asked. “Fine, I guess” Sam’s reply wasn’t curt, just short. “And school’s going okay? Do you like high school?” I prompted, hoping the conversation didn’t sound too forced. “Yeah, it’s pretty cool.” Sam said half-heartedly “Sam, you got something on your mind?” I asked, it sure was different playing the roll of concerned big brother. But I really did care. Sam sat quietly for a moment then blurted out, “It’s just I forgot I was supposed to have a sleep over at Jenny’s this weekend. I guess I can’t go now. All my friends would find out what I was wearing! I would be humiliated! I mean I have to be the only girl in my grade wearing these baby things!” “Sam, they’re not really for babies” I pointed out “They are made for big kids, you’ve seen the package.” “Big kids sure!” Sam replied “But high schoolers? Do you seriously think any of the other girls at our school wear Goodnites?” “You’d be surprised” I told her, “You already know Jane does and I was reading recently that 1 in 25 high school students still wets the bed. There are what, 1,600 students at our school? That’s like sixty-four bed-wetters! Besides you don’t really need them, remember?” “Yeah, that’s true” Sam reasoned “Still I would just DIE if any of my friends found out!” “Well like I said, you don’t actually need them right?” I offered “Why don’t you just ditch them before the sleepover?” “I don’t think I could.” Sam responded, “You know mom will make sure I put them in my bag. If she drops me off at the party I won’t have much time to get rid of them. Besides she and Jenny’s mom are real close, she’d probably tell her about my little ‘problem’ thinking she was being helpful and what not” “You’ve got a point” I admitted “It’s up to you. Thanks again for doing this, sorry your plans got messed up” “It’s okay” Sam said almost believably, “There will be plenty more sleepovers” Sam sat quietly for a few minutes. “Sixty-four bed-wetters?” She sounded amused “Ever think about who they are? I mean wouldn’t it be a kick if Madison G. was one of them?” Madison G. was head cheerleader and a world class ‘B’ as Jane would say. Sam, like many girls at our school, did not care for her. “I hadn’t really ever thought about it” I admitted. “Don’t you think it would be fun to find out?” Sam asked. “And how do you propose to do that?” I asked “I dunno” Sam said casually, “It was just an idea” By that time we were pulling into the school parking lot. “Have a good day Sam!” I called out as Sam exited the car. “You too!” she shouted back, hurrying to join a group of her friends. I grabbed my backpack and set off to find Jane. Chapter 35: Our Duo becomes a Trio “You told who??” “I told Sam, I had to” I told Jane for a second time. “Oh Peter how could you!” Jane cried “The whole school is going to know now! Did you tell her everything??” “Mostly, well not really” I continued “She thinks your mom is making you wear diapers because you wet the bed and that I am wearing them to make you feel better. I didn’t tell her about all that other stuff. You know like what we did this weekend.” “Oh that’s so much better!” Jane said sarcastically “Now the whole school is just going to know I am a diaper wearing bed-wetter! How could you Peter, she’s going to tell everyone!” “I don’t think she’s going to be spreading any rumors.” I said trying to calm Jane down “You see she’s wearing them too. Well, to bed at least.” “What? You mean your sister has been wetting her bed also?” Jane asked bewildered. “No, she hasn’t. You see the thing is you kind of left something in her room the other night..” I explained. Jane turned as white as a ghost. “Oh no! The Goodnite!” Jane gasped. “Yeah, the Goodnite,” I replied “Mom found it and thought Sam had been wetting the bed, Sam denied it but with no other obvious explanation Mom thought Sam was lying.” Jane just closed her eyes “Oh no…” she lamented. “So Sam obviously knew the Goodnite wasn’t hers and I knew the Goodnite wasn’t hers, but Mom didn’t know that.” I continued. “I thought about letting Sam just take the fall for it, but despite everything she is my sister. I thought about saying it was mine but that would bring up a host of questions; why was I wearing diapers? Why GIRLS diapers? Why was I in my sister’s room? I have a feeling mom wouldn’t buy it. Besides, girls wet in a different… way… than boys” I went on. “I know the difference in girls and boys” Jane pointed out. “Anyway,” my explanation continued “I figured if mom figured out that the diapers weren’t mine the finger might somehow get pointed at you. I didn’t want that so I decided my only chance, our only chance was to tell Sam the truth, well at least part of the truth, and hope for the best.” “Well what happened?” Jane asked, sounding slightly less annoyed. “Well I told you, Sam’s wearing Goodnites” I replied “She totally took the blame for everything. She has to wear them to bed for two weeks, it’s kind of a rule in our house. But that’s not all, since mom thinks Sam has been lying about it she…well… ‘punished’ her last night.” Jane gasped “You don’t mean…” “Yeah, she got a spanking. Not as bad as yours mind you, but still…” I said “Wow!” Jane exclaimed “I can’t believe your sister would do that, I always thought she was kind of a…” “Brat?” I interjected “Yeah, I was really surprised too, it seems like she grew up overnight” “Well I’m just blown away” Jane admitted “We need to do something really nice for her.” “That’s probably a good idea. Why don’t we stake her out for ice cream this afternoon?” I suggested “That sounds great!” Jane replied as the final warning bell rang, another dreary Monday had begun. The events of the day were fairly mundane. Somewhere between Geometry and American Lit I wet my diaper and slipped into the bathroom to change. It occurred to me how commonplace this routine was becoming. I hoped that I wasn’t causing trouble for myself down the road. On my way to class I bumped into Sam in the hall. “Hey Sam you want a ride after school” I asked, remembering what Jane had said. “Yeah, I guess…” Sam seemed taken aback by my offer. “Jane and I were going to get ice cream, you could go with us, my treat.” I said casually. “Well sure!” Sam exclaimed “See you later then!” After school Sam, Jane and I met up and headed out to the parking lot. “Can we stop by my house first?” Jane asked , “I need to get something.” “Sure” I said casually “What do you need?” Jane gave me a look, “You know I need a…” “A diaper?” Sam chimed in. “Yeah… uhmm… that” Jane blushed furiously. “Sorry!” Sam quickly apologized “Sometimes I speak without thinking, it’s a problem I have.” “It’s okay, actually it will be nice to have another girl I can talk about all… this” Jane admitted. We pulled up in front of Jane’s house and she ran inside. It didn’t take long for her to return. “Thanks!” She said as she hopped back in the car “I can’t believe I went off to school without my bag this morning. I’ve been wet since third period. This is much better!” Apparently Jane didn’t mind talking about her diapers in front of Sam anymore. “Just as well” Jane continued “I still haven’t gotten the hang of changing myself at school. There just isn’t enough privacy!” “You could use the bathroom down in the basement by the shop class” Sam offered “It’s the one person kind and you can lock the door.” “Thanks Sam!” Jane replied “I hadn’t thought about that. That would be better, every time I go into the bathroom I just know I’m going to get caught! I really don’t want to be known as the only high school girl who wears diapers” “I wouldn’t be so sure” Sam said casually. “Sure about what?” Jane asked puzzled “Why would I want anyone to know?” “No, I mean about being the only one” Sam explained “I found two!” “You found two…” Jane was clearly confused “Two what?” “Two other people with our little problem” Sam said making air quotes around ‘little problem’. “First of all you don’t have a ‘little problem’ Sam” I pointed out “You don’t really wet the bed, remember” “True” Sam admitted “But I’m just trying to point to out we’re not alone!” “Second” I continued despite Sam’s continued use of the pronoun we, “How do you know that ‘we’ are not alone” “Well I got to thinking about what you told me” Sam explained “You know about 1 in 25 high school students being bed-wetters and that there are 64 bed-wetters at our school.” I told Jane about the book I was reading at the library and how I had mentioned it to Samantha. “So anyway” Sam kept going “I thought it would be kind of fun to try and figure out who the others were so I started nosing around and I already found two!” “How exactly did you do that” I asked “Did they just come out and admit it?” “Well you know that girl Melonie? You know she’s kind of quiet and keeps to herself?” Sam asked. “Yeah, I guess… She’s in your grade right?” I answered. “That’s right” Samantha continued “I sit next to her in Science and one day earlier in the year I noticed she smelled like pee. I didn’t think much of it really, just thought maybe she didn’t bathe herself well or something” “So what does that prove?” I retorted “Nothing really” Sam explained “But I was thinking, maybe there was a reason she smelled like that, you know. So I took a chance, today in class I acted all depressed. She really is a nice girl you see, so she wanted to know what was wrong. I asked her if she could keep a secret and then told her that I had wet my bed last night and was really embarrassed about it.” “Why would you do that?” I exclaimed “She could tell the whole school!” “But I figured she wouldn’t, she’s just not that kind of person” Sam babbled on “And I was right! Not about her not telling, though she wouldn’t do that either.” “Sam you’re rambling!” I pointed out “Oh sorry!” Sam apologized “So anyway, she told me I shouldn’t worry, that it happens to a lot more people than I think. Then she told me that sometimes she still wets her bed too!” “I can’t believe she just up and told you!” Jane said surprised. “That’s not all” Sam added “She said she had a story that would make me really feel better.” “You know the four Brittneys?” Sam asked The four Brittneys were the notorious mean girls and the biggest clique in the school. You either loved them or despised them and the sentiments seemed equal. “Well Melonie told me they invited her to a sleepover” Sam continued “She said looking back on it she wasn’t sure why she went. I guess she just wanted to be popular. So anyway, she said as they were all getting ready for bed someone found a Goodnite on the floor. She said her heart stopped because she thought it was hers. But then she looked in her bag and her Goodnite was still in there. So you know what that means right?” “I have a feeling you’re going to tell us.” I replied. “It means it belonged to someone else! One of the Brittanys! You wanna know which one?” Sam asked cheerily. “Not particularly” I tried to sound bored, though I actually found the thought of even more girls at my school being bedwetters highly intriguing. Fortunately my sister ignored me as always, “It was Brittany M! She started crying and said they were hers and that her mom had made her bring them even though she didn’t want to. Of course since she’s a Brittney all the other Brittneys were nice to her and said they wouldn’t tell. They even threatened poor Mel that they’d say it was hers if she told anyone. Of course they never found out that Mel was a bed wetter too, I doubt they would be as nice about it to her. ” “Honestly Sam, it doesn’t really matter!” I did my best to sound annoyed “It’s their business you really shouldn’t be snooping in it!” Over ice cream Jane and Sam rattled on and on about a host of different subjects, most not diaper related. Though I felt a little left out I was glad Jane had found another girl she could be friends with. As we finished up Sam mentioned how disappointed she was that she had to miss her sleepover that weekend. “I have an idea!” Jane exclaimed “You could come over to my house. I haven’t had a girly sleepover in a long time!” “Won’t your mom mind?” Sam asked. “I thought you said she was kind of… crazy?” “She’s not ALWAYS that bad” Jane admitted “She’ll say I still have to wear my diapers of course. It might help if I tell her you wear too, that is if you don’t mind.” “I guess not.” Sam said just a bit reluctantly “It does sound like fun!” “Great!” Jane said with a big smile “It’s a date!” My world has become so strange. The week passed pretty much as normal as any other. Well, normal that is for a diaper wearing high schooler and his diaper wearing girlfriend and sister. Jane and Sam were spending a lot more time together. Which of course meant less time for Jane and I to spend alone. I didn’t resent my sister too much. I couldn’t forget what she had done for me and I was glad that Jane had a new friend. Jane’s diaper punishment ended Friday morning. She was allowed her Goodnites again, except bed. It seems her bedwetting was becoming a legitimate problem and she and her mom both agreed that diapers were best to handle her night time wettings. As for me I decided to stick with the diapers. Goodnites were too small for me and I didn’t have the money to spend on any kind of pull-ups. The idea was that now Jane was allowed to use the toilet again I could also take my diapers off when I needed to go. I didn’t tell Jane yet that I was still using them. Actually I was wetting now, without much thought or effort I knew that should concern me but I was having too much fun to care. As for Sam she continued wearing her bedtime Goodnites without complaint. Seeing how she wasn’t really a bed wetter she stayed dry, of course. That is until Saturday morning. Chapter 36:About Sam I woke up to find my own diaper wet, I thought I remembered waking up in the middle of the night and wetting it but I wasn’t entirely sure. I was contemplating if what I remembered was real or a dream when I heard voices from Sam’s room. “Oh dear Sam,” my mom sounded concerned “You were doing so well” “Sorry Mom” Sam’s voice trembled “I don’t know what happened. It was an accident, I promise I won’t do it again!” What had happened? What was an accident? Was Sam in trouble for something? I hope we hadn’t been found out! “Well you can’t exactly promise that now can you?” Mom didn’t sound stern, rather just concerned “That’s why they’re called accidents. I’m not mad sweetheart, I know you can’t help it. But are you sure you want to go to this sleepover tonight? Perhaps you should wait until we’ve got this cleared up?” Oh my goodness, had Sam actually wet her bed? That’s what it sounded like. “No mom, I’ll go” Sam sounded sad, almost despondent “I told you Jane understands about my problem. Besides it probably won’t happen again, I really thought I was past this…” “Alright Sam, it’s your choice.” Mom replied “And perhaps you’re right, about it not happening again that is. But you know this means another week of Goodnites.” “Yes mam” Sam said meekly. I waited for Mom to leave the room and walk down the hall. I wasn’t sure what to do. Should I go over and comfort Sam? She sounded so sad! Or perhaps she just wanted to be left alone. I walked across the hallway and knocked quietly on the door. “Come in” my sister called form behind the door. I opened the door and peeked in. “Oh hi Peter! C’mon in!” Sam exclaimed. She was fluttering around her room packing her overnight bag. She certainly didn’t sound depressed! “Umm.. I was just making sure you were okay” I said confused. “I’m great!” Sam bubbled “I just can’t wait for the sleepover tonight! Jane and I are going to have so much fun! We’ve got all kinds of stuff planned!” “Uhh… but..” I started “Don’t worry!” Sam interjected “We won’t talk about you…. much!” “No that’s not it” I explained “It’s just… well I heard you and mom talking and it ummm…. it sounded like you had an accident or something” “Oh that!” Sam rattled on, “You know I got to thinking. If I’m supposed to have been wetting my bed for the past couple weeks it would be kind of strange if I just suddenly stopped you know?” “Well, I guess so, I hadn’t really thought of that.” I admitted. “Neither had I till I woke up this morning” Sam continued to chatter “So I decided maybe our story would be more believable if I had one more accident. I laid there forever trying to go and I just couldn’t do it! So do ya know what I did? I snuck into the bathroom and sat on the toilet with my Goodnite on and I peed! It was crazy! I’ve never done that! It felt really weird! Not gross, just weird! After that I snuck back in bed and pretended like I was just waking up!” Sam sounded almost proud of her ‘accident’. “But that means you’ll have to wear them for another week!” I pointed out. “I know,” Sam brushed it off “But they’re not too bad, really. I don’t mind. Sorry, I know I’m talking a lot, I’m just so EXCITED!” Sam grabbed four or five Goodnites from the pack and tossed them in her bag. How many nights did she think she was packing for? It was just the one! “Well I’ll let you get to your packing” I said, realizing I still needed to change my own wet diaper. The plan was for Jane and I to spend the afternoon together and then pick up my sister for dinner. After that I would leave them alone for some ‘girl time’. Sam had her bags packed before lunch. Mom of course felt obliged to make sure she had packed ‘everything’ she needed. Sam did an excellent job at pretending to be embarrassed while unzipping her bag to show mom the two Goodnites she packed inside. “We’ll be back to get you round five” I called to Sam as I headed out the door. She was slumped in a chair watching some mindless cartoon. “K” Sam said casually. “You guys have actually been treating each other like humans lately.” Mom commented “What brought this on?” “I don’t know Mom, I guess we’re just growing up.” I said nonchalantly. “Well whatever the reason it sure it nice” Mom smiled. “Sure thing! Well, bye!” I said over my shoulder as I headed to the car. I wonder what she would say if she knew her grown up son had been wearing diapers 24/7 for the past two weeks. Chapter 37: A Walk in the Woods I pulled up in front of Jane’s house and she ran out and hopped into my car. She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. I kissed her back, much harder, much longer. “Careful Peter! If mom sees you she might spank your naughty little bottom!” Jane teased. “I should never have told you about that dream!” I groaned. “Still it might be kind of fun to see your butt getting spanked!” Jane said with a sly smile. “So what do you want to do today?” I asked. “Let’s go somewhere quiet!” Jane gave me a mischievous grin. Holy crap! She was in a mood, this could be fun! I drove my car up to an old fire road that was rarely traveled. Tails led off from the sides into the woods. After parking off to the side of the road I grabbed an old blanket from the truck. Jane threw her bag she carried with her over her shoulder and we headed up one of the trails hand in hand. We walked through the woods in silence, just enjoying each other’s company. I couldn’t help but notice that Jane seem distracted. After walking a short distance we came to a clearing. Jane turned to me “Let’s stop here Peter” She pleaded “I can’t go on much further” “Okay” I said spreading out the blanket “We haven’t gone that far. You tired already?” “Not tired” Jane said shyly “Just uncomfortable. I’m wet. Will you help me change?” I had no idea why Jane would want help changing a Goodnite. Besides why hadn’t she just peed before we left or taken it off and gone behind a tree? I soon had my answer. Jane laid down on the blanket and pulled her shirt up to midriff, exposing her belly and something else. Sticking out the top of her jeans was not the waistband of a Goodnite, but the same tape on diapers Jane had been restricted to all week. “Why are you wearing a diaper?” I asked “I thought you got your Goodnites back.” “I did” Jane hesitated “But these are better aren’t they?” I wasn’t sure how to reply. Did she mean did I like them better? Actually, I did. I didn’t have time to formulate an answer. “I mean they work better,” Jane clarified “I guess a week in diapers kind of has my bladder, shall we say, confused? I made it through school thank goodness, but yesterday evening I was standing in the kitchen helping mom with dinner and I just kind of…went. I didn’t even realize I was peeing until it was running down my legs. I guess the Goodnite just couldn’t hold it all.” “Oh no!” I gasped “What did you mom do? Was she mad?” “Surprisingly she wasn’t” Jane exclaimed “I was shocked really, I thought I was done for! I thought I was getting another spanking for sure! But she just kind of hugged me and said we would work it out!” “But the diaper” I pointed out “Did she make you wear them again? How long for this time?” “Actually ummm…” Jane hesitated “I chose to wear them. I mean it’s better than having the Goodnites leak all over the place. You don’t think that’s bad of me do you?” “No,” I reassured her “You do whatever is most comfortable for you. I love you no matter what you’re wearing!” “That’s sweet Peter”Jane smiled “But I’m not very comfortable at all right now! Can you help me please?” “Of course, my love” I whispered as I unsnapped her jeans and slid them down to her knees. “I was hoping you’d say that!” Jane pulled me towards her for a passionate kiss. I gazed momentarily at Jane’s sodden diaper and then undid the tapes. Jane lifted her bottom so I could slide the diaper out from under her. I took a baby wipe and gently started to clean her private areas. It was then I noticed hair starting to return where she had previously been shaved bare. As if reading my mind Jane commented “You know, when mom made me shave… down there… she did it to embarrass me. But I really was better for cleaning up. And now it’s all itchy! I thought I might just keep it shaved. What do you think?” “Whatever’s best for you” I said dismissively, all the while thinking ‘yes please!’. I put the wipes away and pulled out the lotion. I applied a small amount to my hand and started rubbing it between Jane’s legs as I had done many times before. I was careful around the sensitive areas though I did allow my fingers to stray a bit. Jane closed her eyes, “More!” she whispered. “More lotion?” I asked. “Just more!” Jane exclaimed grabbing my hand and thrusting it toward her crotch. Getting the idea I started rubbing, allowing my fingers to slip deeper and deeper inside of her. Jane arched her back and let out a soft moan. This was my first time going this far with Jane or any girl I was pretty sure it was hers as well. We kissed passionately as I continued allowing my fingers to explore her womanhood. Suddenly she thrust her had down the front of my diaper, feeling my ‘excitement’. My diaper was dry but she undid the tapes anyway, stroking me furiously. I had never felt such immense pleasure in all my life. I was about to wet my diaper in a whole new way and from the feel of it Jane was getting very wet too. She arched her back and let out a long moan. My hand was wet and was suddenly getting wetter, a lot wetter! I realized with shock that Jane was peeing on me! She realized it too and pulled away. “Oh no Peter! I’m so sorry!” she gasped, she couldn’t stop peeing and was thoroughly wetting the blanket beneath her. I couldn’t respond, not because I was shocked or angry but because I was just too aroused. Not knowing what else to do I grabbed her hand and thrust it back over my crotch just as I exploded. Jane’s eyes got wide with surprise and then she smiled and kissed me again. I used my diaper to clean myself up a bit and Jane moved to a dry spot on the blanket. For the longest time we just laid there, naked from the waist down, holding each other.
  6. Chapter 33: Caught! I couldn’t breathe. My stomach was in my throat. No one had seen me yet. There was still time to turn and walk back out the door. I could run away, move to Canada, get a job tapping trees for maple syrup or something. My head spun. I had been so careful. How had they found the Goodnites? Had they found my other diapers too? My mom walked in and saw me staring at the package. “Oh hi honey” she said, “Sorry, I meant to put those away. But I guess you might as well know, you’re going to find out anyway. Those are for your sister. It seems she has been wetting her bed and hiding it from us.” I just stared, confused. My sister did what? I had never known Sam to have a bedwetting problem, as far as I knew I was the only one in my family with that particular affliction. Mom was oblivious to my concern. “How was your weekend Peter? I’ve got to tell you the, the house looks great! Thanks for cleaning, and you even did a load of laundry! I’m really impressed.” She gushed. I continued to stare dumbfounded at the Goodnites, this was all too weird. “Those are for Sam?” I managed to get out, pointing at the package “I don’t underst… What happened?” “I’ve never seen you this concerned about your sister Peter” Mom commented “Very well, but you know the family rule, what happens in this house stays in this house. She never told anyone when you were wetting the bed.” Yeah right! I thought, I knew for a fact she had blabbed my secret to all her friends. I had caught them several times in hushed conversations, giggling wildly. They had even tried to sneak in and catch me one time during a sleepover. “Anyway, since you asked” my mother continued “When I got home and saw you had washed your sheets and towels I asked Samantha when the last time was she had washed hers. She said she didn’t know so I went in her room to strip her bed. Her room smelled like pee when I went in there and then I found a wet one of those in her trashcan!” Mom pointed to the Goodnites. Jane’s wet Goodnite! She must have taken it off and tossed it in there before coming into my room early that morning! I had checked all the other rooms but I didn’think to check Sam’s! “Anyway,” Mom explained “I want to make sure you understand, she is not being punished for wetting the bed just like we never punished you. The rules will be the same for her as they were for you, she has to wear these until she is dry for a week. They are for her comfort and to protect her bed. Though it looks like she’s been wearing them already, how she got them I have no idea!” I couldn’t believe this! Sam was being put in Goodnites because of my mistake. Part of me felt she deserved this for all the times she had teased me for wetting my bed. But another part of me actually felt bad for my sister. Mom apparently wasn’t done with our little session of family confidential “So as I said your sister is not in trouble for wetting the bed. She IS in trouble for lying about it. She’s up in her room right now and she is still denying that she did it, even with the evidence I found in her trashcan! I mean you didn’t pee in a girl’s Goodnite and leave it in her room did you?” “No” I responded. After all ‘I’ hadn’t wet the Goodnite. “But..” Mom cut me off “Like she expects me to believe her, especially after what happened on the way to your aunt’s house!” What had happened on the way to Aunt Margaret’s? I wondered. “Anyway, you don’t need to worry about all that. Did you have a good weekend? What did you do?” Mom asked again “Oh I just kind of hung out around the house.” I replied. “I have a book report to finish up, I’ll see you later” “All right, don’t stay up to late!” mom called as I retreated up to my room. As I passed Samantha’s room the door flew open. “You sick little freak!” She hissed at me. “I don’t know how, I don’t know why you would do that. But I know it was you!” “I don’t know what you’re talking about” I lied. I could tell she had been crying and I felt bad for her. “Oh shut up! I heard mom telling you all about my ‘little problem’.” She spat out “The thing is I don’t have a problem! I KNOW I didn’t wet that diaper. So who does that leave? You! The thing I can’t figure out is why what you’re doing with girl’s diapers! I mean I know you’ve been wearing diapers lately, I’ve seen them! But GIRL’S DIAPERS? You really must be some kind of pervert! And WHAT were you doing in my room!” I could tell Sam was really mad, and honestly I didn’t know what to say. “You have no idea what you are talking about!” I managed to say. I went into my room and shut the door. Sam screamed and slammed her door. I sat down to work on my book report, but I couldn’t concentrate. Across the hall I could hear Sam sobbing. ‘She deserves this!’ I tried to tell myself. When I was still wetting she had teased me constantly. She was always pointing out that she was younger than me but I was the one in pull-ups. She called me “Pee-ter Pants” and “Diaper Baby”, always behind our parents’ backs of course. Still, I honestly felt bad for her. Despite whatever animosity existed between us she was still my sister and I cared for her. Then there was what she had said. That she knew I had been wearing diapers. I didn’t know how she found out but the thing was she hadn’t told anyone, not even mom and dad. Why had she kept my secret? I went across the hall and knocked on her door. “Hey, Sam?” I said quietly. “Go away! I hate you!” Sam called back. I tried the doorknob and found it unlocked. I went inside and saw Sam lying face down on her bed. “Sam, I’m sorry.” I started. “Sorry for what?” Sam spun around spitting fire “Sorry for being a pervert who uses girls diapers? Sorry for leaving it in my room? What exactly are you sorry for?” “Look,” I explained “Like I said the Goodnite wasn’t mine” I knew I was taking a big leap, trusting my sister with what I was about to tell her. “Please! Please, do not tell anyone this. It could get someone in a lot of trouble!” “Yeah, you!” Sam said snidely. “No I don’t care about me getting in trouble.. It’s my friend.” I replied. “Yeah right, you have a ‘friend’ who left a wet diaper in my room!” Sam said incredulously. “Really, she’s been having some problems and her mom is being really mean to her, like almost abusive” I hesitated to tell her who my friend was. Sam seemed to have figured it out, “Wait, is this friend Jane?” she asked. “Please! You can’t tell anyone!” I begged. Sam’s attitude seemed to soften. “I like Jane.” Sam admitted “She’s always been nice to me. So her mom is being mean to her?” “Yeah, it’s really bad. She needed to get away from her mom for a while, that’s why she was over here.” I explained “You know mom and dad would be really mad if they knew you had a girl spend the night!” Sam pointed out. “Please don’t tell them Sam! Not for me, for Jane! It would make things so much worse for her!” I pleaded. “Yeah, I wouldn’t want to get her in more trouble, it’s pretty messed up that her mom would be that mad at her just because she wets the bed.” Sam said sympathetically. So she thought Jane was in trouble for being a bed wetter! Well that was partially true, so I just left it there. “Thank you Sam, I really owe you!” I exclaimed “Yeah you do! And I won’t forget” She replied. “And I’m sorry you have to wear Goodnites for the week.” I said with genuine remorse. “That won’t be too bad I guess. It’s just at bed time, though I wish I had them in the car trip on the way to Aunt Margaret’s!” I remembered what mom had said earlier “What happened?” I asked. Samantha blushed, “Well I guess I had too much to drink, and we were on the interstate and I kind of uhh.. peed my pants” “Oh that sucks” I sympathized “I’ve been there before” “Yeah, I noticed what you’ve been wearing lately” Sam commented “What’s up with that?” “Oh!” I had forgotten she knew about my diapers, “I um, I was doing it for Jane. You know to make her feel better” “That’s kind of weird Peter, you must really be crazy for that girl” Sam grinned. She really knew all my secrets! Sisters must have secret powers! “Yeah she’s pretty special, how did you know anyway?” I asked. “It’s pretty obvious the way you look at her!” Sam replied. “No,” I stammered “I mean how did you know about my.. you know?” “Oh well I was umm…” Now my sister was the one at a loss for words “I was in your room looking for my.. umm.. hairbrush… and I uhh.. saw them under your bed. After that it was kind of… obvious you were uh.. wearing.” “Why would your hairbrush be in my room?” I said pointedly “And why would you be looking under my bed? You were snooping weren’t you?!” “Don’t get too mad Peter!” Sam reminded me “I am the one keeping your secret” “Yeah thanks for that” I said genuinely, “And I really am sorry you got in trouble” “It’s okay” Sam responded “I’m doing it for Jane anyway!” “Well, thanks again” I said as I got up to go back to my room. Sitting down to finish my book report my mind kept going back to my conversation with my sister. She had known about my diapers and hadn’t said anything. And it seemed she wasn’t going to rat out me and Jane either. Perhaps she really was growing up, even if she was still a pain in the butt! For the next hour I buckled down and worked on my book report. I finished it, probably not my best work but at least it would get a passing grade. As I was putting away my things and starting to get ready for bed there was a knock on my door. Mom stuck her head in. “Hey hon, you getting ready to go to sleep? You got school tomorrow.” She asked. “Yeah, I just finished my book report. I’m headed to bed now” I yawned, “Goodnight!” “I just wanted to tell you, because you probably are going to hear anyway, your sister is due for a punishment.” Mom explained “Like I said earlier, not for her accidents, but for lying. You know I don’t like spanking you kids, but I just can’t tolerate this lying!” Oh my goodness! She was going to spank Samantha! I couldn’t remember the last time she spanked either one of us. And Sam didn’t even deserve it, I had to say something! “Umm, look mom I don’t think you should… I mean you see… I mean the diapers.. the Goodnites.. they were umm…” I stammered over my words. “What are you saying Peter?” Mom asked, confused. “The Goodnite you found, it was…” “It’s okay Peter” Sam interrupted me, I hadn’t even seen her come in. “Peter is just trying to help me Mom, please don’t be mad at him” Sam said to our mother, then she turned to me “You can give me my Goodnites now Peter, thanks for hiding them for me.” I stared at Sam dumbfounded. What was she doing? “You mean you knew about this Peter?” Mom was clearly shocked. So was I, “I umm… I…” I didn’t know what to say. “He found out my secret and I made him promise not to tell.” Sam explained “I hid the Goodnites under his bed in case I had friends over. Please don’t be mad at Peter mom, he was just trying to help me out.” “Well I’m not happy about this, but I guess I can see you were just trying to help your sister. It’s nice to see you two getting along.” Mom reasoned. “So Samantha Noel, since you finally are admitting the truth, exactly how long has this been going on?” Mom asked. “A couple of weeks I guess” Sam seemed to be making an actual guess “I’m sorry. I was just too embarrassed to tell you” “A couple weeks? Oh, Sam I wish you would have told me!” Mom said emphatically, “I hate to do this but I think we’re looking at two weeks in Goodnites at bedtime, not just one. We need to make sure have this under control and it seems we have plenty on hand.” “Yes mam” Sam said reluctantly, “Pete can you can give them to me now please.” Still dumbfounded by what was going on I just sat there. “You know my…. Goodnites” Sam said quietly. “Oh!” I managed to get out and reached under my bed and pulled out the open pack of Goodnites. “Thank you Peter” Sam almost whispered, taking the package from me. I couldn’t believe Sam was going through with this. Did she know what was going to happen next? “Sam” Mom spoke gently “The diapers are not a punishment. You aren’t in trouble for wetting your bed, but you lied to us Sam, to me and your father. We can’t have that, I hate to do this but..” “I know,” Sam interrupted “I’m getting a spanking, I heard you telling Peter.” I was beyond shocked. Sam was going to be willingly be spanked for something she didn’t do. “Look Sam,” I started. “Peter it’s okay” Same interrupted then turned to mom “Can we get this over with?” “Very well” Mom said, almost sounding sorry about what she had to do “Let’s go to your room. Tell your brother goodnight.” “Goodnight Pete” Sam said meekly. “Goodnight Sam” I responded looking straight at her, ‘Thank you’ I tried to convey with my eyes. Sam just gave me a small smile. Mom and Sam went across the hall and closed her door. Not willing, nor wanting to hear what was about to happen across the hall I retreated to the shower and turned on the hot water. As stripped down and stepped into the hot, steaming water I considered what had just happened. My sister, who I had only ever seen as a self-centered brat, had just done one of the most unselfish things I had ever witnessed. My relationship with her changed that night, dramatically. After finishing my shower and getting dressed I went across the hall and knocked quietly on Sam’s door. “Sam?” I called gently, the door was ajar so I pushed it open and peeked inside. Samantha was lying face down on her bed, head buried in her pillow. “I’m okay Peter, just go away!” Samantha’s voice trembled, I could tell she was crying. “Okay,” I said quietly, “If you want to talk later you can come over, I doubt I’ll be asleep for awhile.” Sam didn’t respond, so I pulled her door shut quietly and went back to my room. I remembered the purchases I had made earlier were still in my car so I snuck out to get them. Mom had gone into her room and closed the door, dad was asleep in front of the TV. It didn’t take a lot of effort to get back to my room with my packages. I felt slightly bad about all this sneaking around, with Sam being punished and all, but I didn’t know what else to do. Coming clean to my parents would mean getting Jane in trouble and make Sam’s sacrifice meaningless. And if I tried to make it look like I was using diapers because I needed them who knows what would happen? Two girls I knew had been made to wear diapers in the past week and I sort of had a hand in both. Now nothing about my sister wearing diapers turned me on in the least, after all she WAS my sister. Jane was a different story, I still felt bad she was being punished, and I hated what her mother was doing to her. But as memories of the weekend we had spent together came flooding back I was most definitely excited. One thing I remembered for sure was Jane’s thick overnight diaper. I wondered how they felt. Opening the package I had purchased at the drug store I pulled one out. They were definitely thicker and larger than my regular diapers. Plus they had three tapes instead of just two and a plastic backing. I would have to be careful not to walk around the house in these, someone would definitely notice. I had just taped one on with some difficulty (it had been nice having Jane to help me) when there was a knock on my door. I hurriedly pulled on some pajama pants and dove into bed. “Come in” I called out. Sam opened the door and peeked in. “Hey Sam,” I tried to sound as upbeat as possible “You want to come talk for awhile?” Sam walked over and sat quietly on the corner of my bed. It occurred to me that this was the first time in years that she had been in my room that I wasn’t yelling at her to get out. We both sat in silence for a moment, neither of us sure what to say. Sam broke the silence “This is weird” “Yeah, I don’t think we’ve talked like this in a long time” I replied. “No I mean… I wearing the.. you know..” Sam pointed at her pajama pants “I’ve never worn one of these things before, it’s kind of weird.” “You’ll get used to it” I reassured her “And since you don’t really wet, you’ll be out of them in no time. What did mom say, two weeks?” “Yeah they’re not too bad I guess,” Sam reasoned “I just wish I could have avoided the other part” I knew Sam was talking about the spanking she had just received. “Yeah, I’m sorry you had to go through that. You don’t know how much I owe you.” I said with genuine remorse. “Yeah, I’m sorry I had to go through that too! I haven’t gotten a spanking in years. I won’t do anything to get on mom’s bad side anytime soon!” Sam said emphatically. “You didn’t really do anything this time!” I reminded her. “Still it was a good reminder, I know I’ve kind if been a brat lately.” Sam stated. “Nah, you’ve not been that bad” I lied, trying to make her feel better. “Peter I KNOW how I’ve been acting. Truth is I probably deserved that spanking anyway, not for the reason mom thought, but I still probably had it coming to me.” Sam insisted. “Well anyway, it was really great of you. I hope it wasn’t too bad” I said. “It’s not an experience I want to repeat,” Samantha replied, “But to tell you the truth I don’t think mom’s heart was in it. She let me keep my panties on at least, I guess she thinks I’m too old to get it bare. And she didn’t really spank me that hard.” This was getting a bit awkward; I didn’t really want to hear details about my sister’s spanking. “So Jane’s mom is being really mean to her? Is she okay?” genuine concern echoed in Sam’s voice. “She will be..” I assured her “But her mom is pretty crazy. She’s making her wear diapers all the time, not pull ups either, real diapers! And let’s just say Jane’s mom doesn’t think she’s too old for a bare bottom spanking” “Oh my gosh!” Sam was clearly shocked “I had no idea! That’s horrible!” “Yeah, that is why I’ve been wearing too. I told Jane as long as she had to wear diapers I would too, kind of share in her punishment you know.” I explained “Thanks for not telling mom and dad by the way” “No problem,” Sam replied “I figured whatever reason you had them it was your business.” Wow, Sam really was a lot more mature than I had given her credit for. “So when you say you are wearing them for as long as Jane has to that means you wear them all the time?” Sam asked. “Well, yeah I guess” I replied. “And you’re wearing one right now?” “Umm.. yeah..” I wasn’t sure where this was going. “Can I see?” Sam pleaded. “Oh gee Sam, I don’t know, that’s kind of weird.” I said uncertainly. ‘PLEASE Peter!” Sam begged “I mean I am wearing these things because of you, and you know what happened earlier. You owe me!” She had a point, but this was still weird. “Okay” I said reluctantly I stood up out of bed, my new overnight diapers crinkled loudly. Slowly I pulled my pajama pants down to my knees, revealing the bulky oversize undergarment. “Holy crap those are huge!” Sam exclaimed “You wear those all the time?” “No,” I explained “These are just for bed time. Well, it’s what Jane has to wear, so I am wearing the same thing.” Mostly the truth I reasoned. “Well I am glad I don’t have to wear anything like that!” Sam seemed almost amused “Wait, how do you take them off to go to the bathroom?” Did I really want my sister to know that? “I.. ummm… don’t” I said awkwardly. “You don’t what?” Sam wasn’t following me. Then she caught on, “You mean you don’t take them off? You ACTUALLY use them??” Sam almost shouted. “Quiet down, I don’t want the whole neighborhood to know” I whisperd. “Sorry! That’s just really crazy!” Sam said, lowering her voice “You know Jane is really lucky to have you, I don’t think many people would go that far just to make someone feel better.” Our conversation had seemed to make Samantha feel better, she told me goodnight and went off to her room, definitely in higher spirits than she had entered. As I drifted off to sleep I couldn’t think of how strange the events of today had been. 24 hours earlier I would not have dreamed of telling anyone my secret, much less Jane’s. I most definitely would not have thought I would be telling my sister. But after all we had been through, I trusted she would keep our secret. I just hoped Jane didn’t mind that I had shared it.
  7. This is officially all new content. I am breaking the newer stuff into smaller chunks. Chapter 31: The Next Morning I woke up early the next morning to someone rustling around in my room. It took me a minute to come out of the haze of sleep but when I did I had a pleasant surprise. A stark naked Jane was standing in the middle of my room! “Well. I usually wake up to a mess on my sheets after this dream” I said sleepily. “Oh hush you!” Jane swatted at me playfully “I need another Goodnite, I soaked the other one. I’m pretty sure your sister’s bed is okay though” “They’re under my bed” I told her “but I have a better idea, why don’t you just come here!” Without warning I grabbed her and pulled her into my bed. “Peter!” Jane shrieked, giggling at the same time “You are crazy” Still, she kissed me, pressing her tiny breasts against my bare chest. This was followed by a lot more kissing, rubbing, groping and touching. But being a gentleman I kept my diaper on, Jane would let me know when she wanted to go further. Finally, Jane laid down beside me and I put my arm around her, holding her close. I wasn’t quite sure what was hotter. Jane in her diaper, or Jane completely naked, her bare skin touching mine. Either way I reasoned, I was a very lucky man. Still sleepy we both drifted off, Jane in my arms and me with a big smile on my face. “Oh crap!” I woke up with a jolt, sitting up straight in bed. “What? Who? I mean umm., What’s wrong?” I said sleepily. I looked over to see Jane looking very upset. “We fell back asleep Peter! And I didn’t put a Goodnite on, and I…” Jane’s voice trembled. I followed her gaze and saw what she was so upset about. There was now a large wet spot on my bed. “I’m so sorry Peter!” Jane cried “It’s okay” I reassured her “You’re not the first one to have an accident in here you know!” I reached under the covers to check my own diaper. Unfortunately it was completely dry, I was hoping to show Jane that I had wet too. I wondered if I could pee in it now and convince her I woke up wet. As I tried to relax and wet my diaper without her noticing, Jane climbed out of bed and inspected the damage. “Oh Peter! Your sheets! Your mattress! I’ve ruined them!” Jane protested, not seeming to mind that she was still completely nude. “No really it’s okay!” I said trying to keep the covers over me as warm pee flowed into my own diaper. I finished up and whipped off the blanket. “Look I’m wet too!” I said, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. “Nice try Peter!” Jane replied, clearly not buying it “But I could tell you were just peeing” “Oh, sorry” I apologized “Still it was sweet of you to try and make me feel better. But what about your bed?” Jane repeated, pointing to the large wet spot. “I told you not to worry” I said again. “I was worried about leaking myself so I took precautions. Look!” I pulled the sheets off to reveal the towels I had placed underneath. They too were soaked, but pulling them aside revealed that only a tiny half-dollar size wet spot had made it through. “See nothing to worry about, we’ll just throw these in the washer and no one will ever know!” I pointed out, gathering the wet sheets and towels into a pile. “You go take shower and I’ll get these into the machine” I jimmied the lock so Jane could get into the bathroom. “Thanks Peter” Jane replied giving me a quick kiss. I couldn’t help but swat her bare butt as she headed off to the shower. After getting the washing machine started I headed back to my room and decided I needed to get out of the wet diaper. Since Jane was in the shower I changed myself. Jane came out of the shower fully clothed, presumably with her last dry diaper on underneath. Apparently, our fun weekend was over. “Look, I’ve got to go Peter, my mom will be expecting me” Jane said sensing my disappointment “But I’ve had a great time, really. Sorry again about your bed.” “I told you not to worry about it!” I said emphatically “No damage done!” The small wet spot, almost already dry, would be a souvenir of our weekend I thought to myself. Jane gathered her bags, making sure all her wet and soiled diapers were accounted for. I guess her mom was going to count them. “I love you Peter” Jane said hugging me tightly. “I love you too!” I said back, kissing her slowly. With one last kiss Jane headed out the door, leaving me standing there alone. Chapter 32: A Price to Pay I got dressed and decided to tidy up the house. Making sure no evidence was left of our weekend I carefully checked the living room, kitchen and my bedroom for any stray diapers and emptied the wastebaskets in each room. I made my bed with fresh sheets and picked the locks on the remaining doors. Seeing that I had quite a trash bag full of wet diapers I decided that I was better off not throwing them away at home. I tossed the bag into the back of my car and headed down the road. I pulled in behind a local strip mall and tossed the bag into a dumpster. Realizing how many diapers I had already gone through I decided I would probably need more soon. At least if I was going to keep my promise to Jane. I headed to the drug store and picked up a new bag of the same generic tape on diapersI was currently wearing. Beside them on the shelf sat overnight diapers like the one Jane had put on the night before. Intrigued I grabbed a pack of those as well and headed to the check out. I told myself I needed to be a little but more careful with these, I was spending a lot of money on diapers! After paying for my purchases I pulled through the fast food drive through and started to head home. Just then it hit me, I had a book report due on Monday and I hadn’t even started on it! I guess my fun weekend came with a price. I turned the car around and headed to the library hoping to find perhaps to find video or cliff notes version of the book I was supposed to have read. I got to the library and discovered many of my classmates must have had the same idea. All the DVD’s were checked out and there weren’t any cliff notes to be found. Resigned to the fact that I would just have to tough it out the hard way I swiped a copy of the actual book (which there were plenty of) and headed to a computer in the corner of the library. I had sat there for an hour or so, speed reading and typing notes at the same time, when the large drink I got at the fast food restaurant had made its way to my bladder. Knowing I had plenty of diapers to change into in the back of my car I slowly started to wet myself. I sat there enjoying the warmth for a few minutes when I realized that I had to do more than just pee. I started to get up and head for the bathroom when I remembered what I had told Jane. ‘In for a penny, in for a pound’ or something like that? But dare I do it here in public? There weren’t many people in the library that afternoon. But still, to do that here in public, I just wasn’t sure. I sat back down to work on my report, hoping I could put off my need until I got home. But my body had other ideas, I shifted and wiggled in my seat, but my discomfort just continued to grow. Finally, unable to sit still anymore I stood up and absentmindedly walked among the stacks of books. I found myself in the health and wellness section where I noticed several books about bedwetting. Curious I picked one up and flipped through the pages. I was shocked to find several case studies about bedwetting in teenagers. There was one on a fifteen year old boy and another about a seventeen year old girl who had both wet their beds their entire lives. There was even a section about adult bedwetting. Apparently it was all more common than you would think. Thinking I would have to tell Jane about this I put the book back on the shelf. Perhaps it would help her knowing she wasn’t as alone with her problem as she thought. But this was doing nothing to help me with my current problem. I realized then I couldn’t move another step, it was taking all the will power I had to hold back what was about to happen. I gave in and let the inevitable take its course. I really didn’t have to do anything. I had waited so long that it just kind of happened. I was having a legitimate accident right there in the library. A type of accident I hadn’t had since I was a small child. It was completely gross and yet arousing at the same time. I finished up and did a quick glance around. I was so glad to see that there was no one else in this section of the library that may have witnessed the incident. I quickly made my way to the bathroom. It was rather awkward walking there, my diaper hanging heavily between my legs. I chose to use the single stall family bathroom with the locking door. Clean up was difficult to say the least, but I managed to make the best of it. I wrapped the diaper up and stuffed it into the bottom of the trashcan. After retrieving a clean diaper from my car and putting it on I decided it was time to head home. My parents and sister were bound to have been back for some time now. As I turned onto my street I saw their car in the drive way. Suddenly I felt nervous, had I cleaned everything up? Hoping I hadn’t missed anything, I tossed a coat over my recent purchases I headed into the house. “Hi guys! Welcome back!” I tried to sound casual. Then I came to a dead stop. There in the middle of the kitchen table sat a pink pack of girl’s Goodnites.
  8. Chapter 28: Friday Night My heart fell into my stomach. I looked at the clock, 5:10, Jane’s mom had been home for ten minutes now. I was SO screwed! I grabbed my phone and quickly dialed Jane’s number. “Hello?” Jane answered right away. I couldn’t tell from her voice if she had been crying, but it sounded like she might have. “Hey it’s me” I started, “I umm.. left my…” “Yeah, I know!” Jane interrupted me, “Mom found it too! She knew right away it wasn’t mine. I had to tell her Peter…. everything…” “Everything?” I said weakly, “You mean she knows it’s mine?” “She knows about you, the diapers everything! She is pissed, I am in so much trouble, I mean we are in so much trouble, she’s calling your mom you know.” ‘Crap!’ I thought to myself. My parents were not nearly as bad as Jane’s mom but this still wasn’t going to go well. I put that out of my mond, I could deal with my parents later, I was more worried about Jane. “How bad is it?” I asked timidly. “BAD” Jane said “Real bad! She spanked me once already, now I am in my room waiting for her to get the paddle. THE PADDLE, Peter I haven’t gotten the paddle in YEARS!” I wondered if there was any chance I was going to get the paddle. Probably not, I’ll just be grounded forever. “That’s not the worst of it Peter” Jane continued, “I can’t see you anymore.” “She can’t stop us from senig each other completely!” I asked, “I mean, I’ll see you at school on Monday.” “No you won’t” Jane explained, “Mom is sending me to a boarding school to finish out my senior year. She was SO mad when she found out we were here alone. She even asked me if I was pregnant!” “You’re going away?” I asked, shocked. “Tomorrow” Jane said flatly. Wow! I was shocked beyond belief. Jane and I might never see each other again, this was horrible! Jane, however, seemed to be taking this all rather calmly. Actually she seemed a little too calm… “Jane, are you…” I started to ask. “Yeah,” Jane continued rather casually, “Apparently this is a boarding school specifically for bed-wetters and trouble makers. Mom says all I all I will be allowed to wear is a diaper. Can you imagine a bunch of girls my age walking around in just diapers?” I could imagine it all right, but I was pretty sure the place didn’t exist outside of some internet story forums! “So I take it your mom didn’t really find the diaper?” I asked, relieved. “No Peter, I found it first and got rid of it before she got home.” Jane said wryly, “You really need to be more careful where you leave your things.” “I know, I’m sorry.” I said hoping Jane wasn’t too annoyed with me. “It’s fine Peter, just be more careful okay?” Jane replied, not sounding too irritated. “Okay, I will, talk to you later okay?” I said “Oh, and Jane…“ “Yes Peter?” “That was really mean” “I know Peter. I love you.” “I love you too.” I hung up the phone, my head still spinning. I was so relieved; Jane wasn’t moving away, I wasn’t going to be grounded into eternity. And Jane had said she loved me. Life was good. After hanging up the phone I realized I had a decision to make. I was still wearing the soaking wet Goodnite and it was getting very uncomfortable. Obviously I needed to change, but into what? Did I stick with my commitment to Jane and put on another diaper? Or did just put on regular underwear while I was at home? Did I just have to wear them when I was with Jane? That’s when it counted right? Finally, partially out of a feeling of commitment (and partially because I was enjoying it) I decided to put on another diaper. After all, Jane didn’t have a choice, I told myself. I retrieved another brief from the pack of diapers I had stashed under my bed. Spreading it out on the bed I quickly taped it on. The process was becoming much easier. After getting dressed I opted to stay in my room and play on the computer. No one would find it strange for me to be there and I really wanted to minimize the time I spent in front of my parents in a diaper. Finally mom called me down to dinner. After checking that everything was well covered up I headed downstairs and quickly took my seat at the table. I glanced around nervously; certain everyone could tell what I was wearing under my jeans. My parents and sister, however didn’t seem to notice anything unusual. “So Sammie,” Mom addressed my sister “How as your day?” “Mom!” Samantha griped “You know I hate being called Sammie. I’m not a baby anymore!” “I know sweetie, but you’ll always be my baby!” Mom replied Sam just rolled her eyes. “Fine then,” Mom turned her attention to me “How was your day Peter? Do anything fun?” “I just hung out with some friends after school” I said vaguely, “You know, nothing much really” “Well aren’t you two just a bundle of conversation tonight!” Mom commented, “Anyway, Peter I wanted to ask you something. We are going to your Aunt Margaret’s for the weekend. We’re leaving first thing in the morning.” Great! I thought to myself. There goes my chances of seeing Jane any this weekend. “So I was thinking” Mom continued, “You really are old enough, I mean you’re going off to college soon, if you want to stay home you can.” This was great! I’d have the house to myself for a whole weekend! “Ummm… geee…” I pretended to mull it over, “I guess I could stay here…” “I thought you’d say that” Mom smiled, “Just no wild parties!” “Oh you know me, I’m just a party animal!” I joked. “Okay, wild man. Just behave yourself” Dad teased back. “What about me?” Sam pleaded. ‘Please say no!’ I thought to myself. Sharing the house with my sister would NOT be nearly as fun. “Sorry sweetie” Mom said apologetically, “You’re not old enough yet.” “But Mom!” Samantha whined “Aunt Margaret’s is SO boring and she has those smelly old cats and she still treats me like a little kid!” “Sam that’s enough!” My dad interrupted, “You are going with us and that’s final!” “Fine!” Sam huffed, slouching down in her seat. The rest of dinner was uneventful. Mom, dad and I made small talk. Samantha sat silently and sulked. It was a pretty normal dinner for my family. After dinner I helped mom clear the table and then we all went to the living room and settled down in front of the TV. As we watched the latest reality show that featured celebrity chefs working in a high school cafeteria or some other nonsense, I became increasingly aware of my need to use the bathroom. I had just started to adjust to being in front of my family while secretly wearing a diaper, but there was no way I was going to use one in front of them. “Goodnight,” I told everyone “I’m going to go bed now, I’m pretty beat.” “Okay, old man!” Dad teased, “It’s pretty early isn’t it?” “Yeah,” I replied “I thought I might read for a while or something. I’m pretty tired though, it’s been a long week.” “All right then, good night” Mom said “We’ll probably leave pretty early tomorrow so if you’re not up have a good weekend and be good!” “Thanks Mom, hope you guys have a good trip.” I responded “Have fun at Aunt Margaret’s Sam, say hi for me.” Sam shot me a dirty look as I retreated up the stairs. I made it to my room and shut the door. My need to use the bathroom was increasing exponentially. I wasted no time. With very little concentration I released my bladder. Hot urine quickly filled my diaper, soaking the front then quickly pooling between my legs. It was so much that it didn’t all soak in right away. I could feel it sloshing around. I was afraid to sit down, afraid it would leak out the edges. I grabbed a dry diaper and made my way toward the bathroom, intending to shower and change. As I stepped into the bathroom however I suddenly became aware that my need was to do more than just pee. I hadn’t thought about this. Like Jane I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that in my diaper. Unlike Jane, I had a choice. After considering it for a few minutes I took off the sodden diaper and finished my business in the toilet. Remembering what had happened to Jane just a few hours earlier I felt slightly guilty for chickening out. Still despite my enjoyment of the diapers thus far, I wasn’t sure I wanted to use them all the way, not yet. After showering and putting on a dry diaper I climbed into bed. Grabbing my cell phone from the bedside table I texted Jane. ‘Guess what?’ I texted excitedly, ‘My parents and Sam are going away for the weekend. I have the whole house to myself!’ A few minutes later Jane texted back ‘Sorry, I’ve got plans’ Well that sucked! Then a few seconds later, ‘JK! LOL! I’ll have to make an excuse for my Mom, but I’m sure I can get away. Looking forward to it!’ We texted for a little bit longer discussing our plans then I told Jane goodnight and decided to turn out my lights. As I settled under the covers I realized how odd it seemed that an 18 year old guy would be lying in bed in a diaper thinking that his life was just about perfect…. Chapter 29: Home Alone! Sunlight glared through my window as I rolled over to check the time. 10 o’clock, my parents and sister were probably long gone. I checked out the window, sure enough the only car in the driveway was my dad’s work car and my own. I had the house to myself! I checked my diaper and was unsurprised to find it dry. I had written off my one bedwetting incident as a fluke. I had to go however. But I decided to take advantage of my new found freedom and have some fun. I stripped off everything except my diaper and proceeded down the stairs. I stopped at the landing to make sure I was truly alone, sure enough the house was completely quiet. Walking into the living room I hurried to pull the curtains, I didn’t want to give the neighbors a show after all. I then went into the kitchen to pour myself a bowl of cereal. It was then I realized a downside to my weekend as a bachelor. My cooking skills were zero. It looked like a weekend of cereal and spaghettios for me! Much to my relief I found a note on the table- Peter, Didn’t want to wake you, have a good weekend and stay out of trouble. We’ll be at your Aunt Margaret’s if you need anything. Here’s some money for meals. Don’t eat too much junk! Love, Mom Beside the note was fifty dollars! This was going to be an even better weekend than I thought! I took my bowl of cereal and returned to the living room. I sat down on the couch and flipped on the TV. Sitting there in just my diaper I grew increasingly aware of my need to use the bathroom. I usually went when I first got up and my body was growing increasingly aware of the fact that I hadn’t. I decided to see just how long I could hold it. I finished my cereal and sat the bowl down on the end table. I’d put it away eventually I told myself. I flipped through the channels and found some old movie that looked half interesting. ‘Whatever happened to Saturday morning cartoons?’ I thought to myself. It didn’t matter, my mind wasn’t really on the movie anyway. I really had to go now, so much I couldn’t sit still. I stood up and started to pace around the room. I twitched and fidgeted, trying my very best to hold it to the very end. A spurt escaped and shot into my diaper. I clenched my muscles, cutting off the flow. I bounced up and down willing myself to hold on. I wanted to wet, I just wanted to make this feeling last as long as possible. Another spurt, this one bigger than the first. I doubled over, I had never felt something so intense in my life! A spurt, followed by a stream. This was it, I couldn’t hold it any longer! I was wetting myself and for the first time in a long time (while awake that is) it was completely out of my control. It was amazing! The warm pee flowed and flowed into my diaper, seeming to never end. Then I felt a drip run down my leg. I was leaking! I tried to stop but it was hopeless. I stood there as the drip turned to rivulets running down both legs and dripping onto the floor. Finally, I stopped. My diaper hung heavily between my legs. My legs were wet, the floor was wet, I had some serious cleaning up to do! I headed toward the hall closet to get a towel. My diaper was so saturated I had trouble walking! As I slowly made my way toward the hall a voice suddenly startled me from the kitchen. “Hey Peter!” Mom said, “Are you up? I forgot my pur…. What are you wearing!?!?” I sat bolt upright in my bed unable to breathe. In a panic I looked around my room. Frantically I tried to cover myself. Where had my mom gone? For a moment I was confused. Then I realized, it was a dream! I breathed a sigh of relief. Another dream! These diapers were really getting to my head! But the last time I had a dream like this I had… Could it have happened again? Cautiously I pulled my blanket away. Sure enough my diaper was soaked! I quickly checked my sheets. Fortunately the diaper held, the sheets were dry. I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I undid the diaper and tossed it into my trashcan. I could get rid of it later since there was no one around to find it. As I showered I considered my situation. For the second time in a week I had wet my bed. Were the diapers causing it? The first time I wasn’t wearing one I reminded myself. And this time, well I was certainly glad I had one on or else my mattress would have been ruined! But still, maybe all this thinking about diapers WAS causing these dreams. I was torn, I DID enjoy wearing the diapers and the recalling the intense feelings of holding it in my dream last night was something I wanted to recreate. However, I didn’t want to become a real bed-wetter again! After all I was headed to college in a few months. I decided not to fret about it too much. I had the house to myself this weekend and Jane was coming over. This weekend was going to be fun! I finished my shower and went back to my room. After taping on a new diaper I slipped on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. It couldn’t hurt to be a little cautious! I went downstairs and found the house empty. Sure enough there was a note on the table. There was only $40 however, still enough for a great weekend. I poured my cereal and headed to the living room. Sadly the rest of my dream didn’t repeat itself. I didn’t have to go to the bathroom, I had already gone in my bed. There was nothing on TV but infomercials (again where were the cartoons!?). And my mom didn’t make a surprise appearance (that part was good news of course!). I sat there in a dry diaper that was going to remain dry for the next couple hours. I was bored. My life as a bachelor was starting to get dull before it had even begun! I grabbed my phone and texted Jane. ‘Did you come up with an excuse for your mom? When are you coming over?’ A minute later a text rang back, ‘Mom taken care of, be over after lunch’ Seeming how it was nearly 11 o’clock when I got out of bed ‘after lunch’ was pretty soon. I got up and started to tidy the house. I laughed to myself thinking that Mom would be even more shocked to come home and find me cleaning than she would be to find me wearing a diaper! After I finished cleaning I went upstairs and changed clothes. Wanting to look a bit more presentable for Jane I put on a nicer shirt and pulled a pair of jeans over my still dry diaper. The fit was a bit snug. Having just eaten breakfast I skipped lunch myself. Time still seemed to move at a crawl. Finally I heard a car pull in to the driveway. I peeked out the window. It was Jane! I greeted her at the door, pulling her into a long kiss. “Hey there beautiful,” I whispered in her ear “I thought you would never get here!” “Well I had to deal with my mom!” Jane said smiling as she kissed me back “I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to get out of there!” “So what did you tell her anyway?” I asked. “I told her was going to a sleepover at Kimmy’s house” Jane explained. Kimmy was Jane’s best friend from elementary school. Kimmy and I didn’t hang out much. I always thought she was a bit annoying. “And she went for that?” I said incredulously. “Well, she said I could go but only if I took this with me.” Jane said indicating a bag slung over her shoulder. “What is that” I asked, though I had a god idea. “It’s my diaper bag” Jane replied blushing. “I guess mom thought if I had to carry this I would be too embarrassed to go anywhere, little did she know…” “Anyway I just told her I was going and that Kimmy wouldn’t care what I had in my bag,” Jane continued “What else could she say? She had already said I could go!” “But what if she calls Kimmy?” I asked worried, “Your mom will go absolutely mental if she finds out you lied!” “Don’t worry, Kimmy is covering for me and her parents are out of town too” Jane assured me “Besides I might actually go over there later.” It was then that I noticed Jane had another bag, an overnight bag, in her hand. “Or not?” I asked hopefully. “We’ll see” Jane grinned “But I’ll tell you this. Kimmy has no idea about my little secret and I really don’t want her to find out!” With that we made our way into the living room and proceeded to make out on the couch. An hour later we finally came up for air. Jane had a strange look on her face. “What’s wrong?” I joked “Am I a bad kisser or something?” “No” Jane leaned in kissing me again, “You’re a great kisser. I umm… need to change.” Jane’s voice trailed off and her face turned beet red. “You don’t have to be embarrassed!” I reminded her, “Did you forget what I’m wearing?” “I know, I know…” replied Jane “It’s just not something you really get used to you know?” “It’s okay!” I reassured her “I don’t mind… really..” “I know you’re so sweet!” Jane gave me another quick kiss and headed towards the hall where she had left her bags. A few moments later Jane reappeared at the door, again looking rather embarrassed. “Peter…” She started “Can I ask you something?” “Of course..” I said, somewhat puzzled at what it could be. “Well, I umm…” Jane stumbled over her words “Well, you see, the thing is… well the Goodnites they were easy.. I mean I just pulled them on and umm... well these… diapers… I kind of have a hard time getting them on straight and umm… well then they leak sometimes… so anyway mom kind of helps me at home and I was.. uhh.. wondering if you… Oh never mind, I just can’t!” Jane stared straight down at the floor. “Jane,” I started amazed at what I was about to ask, “Do you want me to help you change?” “No Peter!” Jane sounded almost in tears, “You can’t, I mean I can’t ask you too… I can’t ask my boyfriend to change my diaper!” “Jane,” I stopped her, “I love you and would do anything for you! Nothing will change that. If you need help, I will help you!” Jane moved reluctantly across the room and set down her diaper bag. “I love you too Peter” Jane replied “I just don’t want to mess things up between us.” “Trust me,” I responded “Nothing is going to change. Nothing but your diaper that is!” Jane smiled and seemed to relax a bit. Still I could tell she was embarrassed as she undid her pants and revealed a very wet diaper. Slowly she laid down on the carpet in front of me. I could scarcely believe what I was about to do. My own diaper struggled to contain my excitement. Opening up the diaper bag Jane’s mom had packed for her I was surprised by the contents. Diapers, lotion, powder, wipes. It was more like a well-stocked bag for a toddler instead of an 18 year old girl. “Your mom really knows how to pack a bag!” I commented. “I know, I think she was trying to embarrass me so I wouldn’t go to the sleepover” Jane explained. “Do you want me to use any of this stuff?” I asked. Jane’s answer surprised me, “You can use what you want. I have been getting a bit of a rash, but if it bothers you just change me.” “No, no I told you it doesn’t bother me! I don’t want you to be uncomfortable!’ I said trying to not sound too eager. I carefully undid the tapes and removed Jane’s wet diaper. I was greeted by the second surprise of the day. Underneath her diaper Jane was completely bare; the hair that normally signified her womanhood was gone. Jane seemed to sense the direction of my gaze and hastened to explain. “Mom made me shave, as if the diapers weren’t embarrassing enough! She said that little girls who pee themselves don’t have hair down there and neither should I!” A spark of fury came into Jane’s voice. “That’s horrible! She is such a ‘B’!” I said agreeing with Jane, secretly thinking how cute she looked. Jane grinned at my comment. I took a baby wipe from the bag and carefully wiped Jane between the legs, moving from front to back as I had seen my mom do with my baby cousin. Jane lifted her bottom off the ground slightly and I wiped back there as well. I noticed the wipe was slightly soiled. I decided not to say anything not wanting her to be more embarrassed. Next I took out the bottle of lotion and squirted some onto my hand. I rubbed it over Jane’s newly shaved private areas allowing my finger to slip slightly inside a couple times. Jane shivered slightly and smiled at me. Finally I took a diaper out of the bag and spread it out. Jane suddenly lifted her legs in the air completely exposing herself to me. I slid the diaper under her and took the opportunity to give her bottom a quick smack. “Hey! Watch it!” Jane protested with a grin. She put her legs back down and I pulled the diaper up between them. I taped it firmly, almost sad that the show was over. “Thanks!” Jane said sitting up “Now it’s your turn!” “My turn?” I asked shocked, “But I’m not even wet!” “So?” Jane teased “That can be remedied can’t it?” I was starting to feel the need to go. “Hold on a minute,” I responded standing up and trying to focus on my bladder. “No, with your pants off so I can see when you need to be changed!” Jane demanded. Wait, was she starting to get into this? I removed my pants and stood in front of Jane in just my shirt and diaper. It took a minute, but I was never one to be pee shy, pretty soon I was flooding my diaper. Jane watched as the yellow line turned green… and then as I kept peeing. “Wow! You sure pee a lot!” Jane commented, “I mean I know I was wet but that was after I went several times, you just soak it all at once!” My mind turned over the fact that Jane had just admitted to wetting her diaper several times, had she already been wet when she got to my house that afternoon? “Okay, let’s get you changed!” Jane commanded “Where are your supplies?” “Well, all I have is diapers” I responded “and they’re upstairs” “Well go get one silly” Jane said slapping my diapered butt. I hurried upstairs and retrieved a diaper from under my bed. Once back in the living room I handed it to Jane. “Lay down” she told me and I did. Jane undid the wet diaper and removed it. “Looks like someone’s still a ‘big boy’ even if he does pee his pants!” I knew she was talking about my hair ‘down there’. With that she took a baby wipe and started wiping my private areas. Instantly my body responded to her touch. “A very big boy!” She teased noting my excitement. Grabbing the lotion she applied it directly to my crotch, stroking me several times. The pleasure was immense, it was the first time a girl had touched me in that way and I hoped she would continue. Sadly she stopped, grabbed a diaper and tapped me on the bottom. I realized she was waiting for me to raise my legs so I did. It felt somewhat awkward to be so exposed. Jane slid the diaper under me and I put my legs down. After shaking in some baby powder she taped me up. She then laid down on top of me, still in just her diaper and t-shirt and started kissing me passionately. It didn’t take much for my dry diaper to become soiled again. Chapter 30: The Perfect Saturday After our second marathon make out session of the day ended we sat back and simply held each other. Jane noted the slight discoloration on the front of my diaper. “Need to be changed again?” she asked teasingly. "I'm okay," I answered "How about you?" “No, I’m fine.’ Jane replied “Perfectly dry!” “You sure about that?” I asked, “Perhaps I should check!” Without warning I slipped my fingers into the crotch of Jane’s diaper. Jane squealed and slapped my hand. “Peter! Watch it!” She exclaimed, though she was smiling. I pulled my hand away but only after giving it one more quick feel. “Well someone’s been a naughty girl!” I teased, “You are wet!” “No I’m not!” Jane protested “I think I would know wouldn’t I?” “Well the evidence clearly says otherwise” I replied pointing to the front of Jane’s diaper. The wetness indicator on the front had clearly changed colors, she wasn’t soaked but was wet nonetheless. Jane looked puzzled and slipped her own hand down the front of her diaper as if she thought the color changing lines may have been faulty. She briefly felt inside her diaper and then pulled her hand out and smelled it. “Oh wow!” Jane sounded shocked, “I just thought I had got umm, excited, shall we say. I guess I didn’t notice I had peed too.” Then she gave me her best pout, “So if I’ve been naughty I guess I need to be punished, huh?” “Let’s get you changed first!” I answered, thinking of where I could take this. I grabbed the diaper bag and told Jane to lay down on the floor. “It’s a good thing your mom packed plenty of these” I commented as I took out another dry diaper. “Oh that reminds me” Jane answered “I’m supposed to be saving these wet diapers for my Mom. I have to account for all of them when I get home. There are some ziplocs in my bag to put the wet diapers in.” “Wow! Your mom is crazy!” I commented as I took a wipe and cleaned between her legs, Jane gasped and her body visibly tensed. “Now let’s talk about that punishment” I exclaimed. Without warning I lifted both of Jane’s legs up in the air and gave her several quick slaps on the bottom. Jane shrieked in surprise. “I think,” I continued as I grabbed another wipe and wiped her now red bottom “I think that for the rest of the day it should be diapers only! No clothes!” I let Jane’s legs back down and started applying the lotion. “No clothes?” Jane sounded worried “At all?” “Not a stitch!” I replied shaking a healthy amount of powder into the diaper. “That way I will know when you’re wet!” I finished up and taped Jane’s diaper securely around her. “Well, I’ll tell you what” Jane mulled over her answer, “I’ll do it, but only if you do it too!” The decision took less than a second as I stood up and whipped off my shirt leaving me in just my diaper. Jane appeared somewhat more reluctant as she stood up and slipped her own shirt over her head. She stood in front of me in just her bra and diaper looking slightly embarrassed. “Can I keep my bra on?” Jane pleaded. I briefly considered giving Jane a reprieve but the naughty smile on her face told me she was enjoying this as much as I was. “You’re the one who was being punished.” I reminded her, “Tell you what I’ll give you a choice, no clothes means no clothes, as in nothing. It’s that or ten swats with my dad’s paddle. You take the swats and I’ll even give you your shirt back!” Jane looked shocked. “I’ve never been paddled before!” she replied, “Mom spanks plenty, but always with her hand! I’m not sure I could take the paddle!” ‘But the other day on the phone you said…” I started. “I was teasing you! Remember? I’ve never been paddled and I don’t plan to be now!” Jane said firmly. “Well you know what that means” I told her. “I know! But trust me Peter, you’re going to pay for this later! I don’t know how, but you’ll pay!” With that Jane reached around and undid her bra removing it slowly exposing her tiny breasts. Jane’s face burned bright red, but I knew she was enjoying this. Jane was an exhibitionist long before today and even now her exposed breasts betrayed her own excitement. “You just wait Peter! You’ll get yours!” Jane smiled and pulled me in to a kiss. Her bare breasts against my body were too much and I lost it in my diaper for the second time. Jane immediately took note of my situation. “Looks like someone else needs a change!” she quipped, pushing me back down on the floor. The process of earlier was repeated with Jane changing me and spending a little longer cleaning ‘certain’ areas. After that we decided to clean up the room which was littered with diapers and used wipes. I was about to throw away Jane’s wet diapers when she reminded me that she needed to save the ‘evidence’ for her mom. I retrieved two gallon ziploc baggies from her bag to place the diapers in. As I was wrapping up the second of Jane’s wet diapers (the one I removed just 10 minutes earlier) I noticed that the back of the diaper was a bit dirty too, not really dirty, just slightly stained. The rest of the afternoon proceeded pretty normal. Well as normal as it can with two teenagers walking around the house in nothing but diapers. We had snacks, sat and chatted about school, plans for summer, etc. Finally we settled down to watch a movie. Jane curled up on the couch beside me laying her mostly nude body against mine. I wrapped my arm around her and placed my hand casually on one of her breasts. She made no move to stop me or move my hand. After we had watched about 20 minutes of the movie Jane turned to me. “Peter, I’m worried.” the tone of her voice told me she was serious. I stopped the movie. “What’s wrong” I asked, concerned. “Well, you know earlier when I didn’t know I was wet? I told you it was because I was excited. The truth is it wasn’t the first time recently. I think these diapers are starting to mess me up.” Jane explained quietly, “I’ve peed myself a couple times on accident recently and then last night..” Jane paused for a moment “…I wet my bed. I mean I had a diaper on, but when I woke up it was wet and I don’t remember going!” I decided it was time to tell Jane one of my big secret. “I did too.” I admitted. “Did what?” Jane asked. “I wet my bed too, last night that is, well my diaper really. It was a good thing I had one on!” I replied. “Wait, you’ve been wearing the diapers at home too?” Jane seemed surprised “Not just when you’re around me?” “Well, yeah.” I said simply “I told you as long as you had to wear them so did I. If you can’t take them off, I won’t either! That’s not too weird is it?” “Weird? Yes it’s weird!” answered Jane, “But it’s sweet! You keep amazing me Peter!” I went on to tell Jane about how I had dreamed about going in my diaper in front of my mom and how I had woken up in a soaked diaper. I told her about my other accident as well, though I left out the details of that dream. “Oh Peter, that must have been awful!” Jane sympathized “Do you think these diapers are causing this? I mean are we both going to turn into bed-wetters again? I don’t have a choice, but you should stop wearing them right now if that’s the case!” “I don’t know what’s going to happen” I assured her, “But I’m NOT taking this or any diaper off until you can take yours off for good! If I become a bed-wetter, I’ll deal with it!” “I love you Peter!” Jane said reaching up and kissing me. Then a realization seemed to hit her. “So if you’ve been wearing these all the time does that mean you’ve… you know.. done something besides wet them?” Remembering the previous night I instantly felt guilty. “I did take it off once… to do that.” I admitted. “I don’t blame you! Peter I had to use my diaper and it was horrible! It’s much worse than wetting. It’s okay, I would take mine off too if I could!” Jane said emphatically. “But that’s the thing isn’t it?” I said, “You can’t. I promised you I was in for whatever you were in for. Hold on a minute!” I leaped up and ran out of the room, an idea suddenly coming into my head. I ran out to the hallway bathroom and locked the door then closed it from the outside, locking myself out. I ran around and repeated the process in each of the other bathrooms. I returned to the living room and told Jane what I had done. “Oh, Peter you shouldn’t have done that!” Jane exclaimed, looking distressed. “Don’t worry about it!” I assured her “I’ll be fine. That way I can’t cheat, I’m as stuck as you are!” “No, I really wish you hadn’t done that!” Jane sounded worried. What did she have to worry about? I was the one locked out! It’s not like she could have used it anyway! We sat down and continued to watch the movie. Actually, I watched the movie, Jane sat and looked distracted. A After 15 minutes or so she started shifting around, she sat up on the couch and moved slightly away from me. After a while she moved her foot up on the couch and sat on it, bouncing up and down. ‘What is she doing?’ I thought to myself. I tried to coax her to lay down on me again pulling on her arm. She laid briefly against me and I played with her hair, but she continued to fidget and then sat straight back up. A few minutes later she cried, “Peter I’m so sorry… I didn’t want you to see, but then you locked the bathroom and I’ve been trying all day to avoid it and…” Suddenly Jane’s face turned the darkest shade of red I had ever seen, and intense look came over her. I recognized the look from before my sister was potty trained. Jane was filling her diaper. Jane stood up and clutched desperately at the back of her diaper, trying to stop the inevitable. She turned her back to me in embarrassment but then seemed to decide that was worse and turned around to face me. I gently took her hands and said simply, “It’s okay” A few moments later it was over and Jane’s face went from dark red to white as she realized what she had just done in front of me. “I just couldn’t hold it any longer. I am so, so sorry” Jane said ashamed, “Let me get some wipes and I’ll go in the other room and change. You shouldn’t have to deal with this.” “Nonsense,” I replied standing up and kissing her on the head, “I don’t mind, really.” I went to the hall closet and got a towel to spread on the floor. I had Jane lay atop of it. “Peter you don’t have to do this, it’s really gross!” Jane said again. “Jane I told you it’s okay!” I replied. For once I wasn’t sure about that statement. The diaper change went okay. Let’s just say it wasn’t my favorite experience of the weekend. I got Jane cleaned up though and I managed not to make any awful faces as I did. There was still something to seeing my girlfriend in a diaper though! Even a dirty diaper somehow stirred something. After Jane was clean and much more comfortable we were able to finish our movie. Then after a bit more making out (het we’re horny teenagers what do you want?) we decided to get dinner. Neither of us wanting to go out we decided to order a pizza. Waiting for the pizza to arrive I took the opportunity to wet my diaper and let Jane change it. Sitting back up from my change I turned to Jane and said, “You know we did say no clothes all day, the pizza guy is going to get a bit of a shock!” Jane looked flabbergasted “I am NOT answering the door in just a diaper! What if it’s someone we know?” She had a point, several people from our high school worked at the local pizza parlor. It still would have been fun though. When the pizza arrived I wrapped myself in my bathrobe and Jane hid in the back. The pizza guy didn’t look familiar. It was probably for the best however, we didn’t want to draw too much attention to ourselves since Jane wasn’t supposed to even be there. After the pizza we played some video games. No kinky twists this time, just straight up Mario Kart. At about 11 PM I turned to Jane and asked, “Shouldn’t you be getting over to Kimmy’s?” “Nah, I texted her hours ago and asked her to cover for me. That is unless you want me to go?” Jane said innocently. “No, no that’s okay! You can stay here!” I replied quickly. I didn’t want to know what my parents would say if they found out I had a girl spend the night while they were away. Of course the whole diaper thing would be hard to explain as well. “Good!” Jane said smiling, “I didn’t want to have to explain these diapers to Kimmy anyway. She’s a great friend but somehow I have the feeling the whole school would know my secret by Monday afternoon!” Kimmy really was a blabbermouth! Jane and I changed each other’s diapers one more time before bed. Mine wasn’t that wet but hers was soaked. I honestly had no idea how a girl so small could pee so much! Jane produced from the bottom of her bag something I hadn’t seen before. “It’s a nighttime diaper,” she explained “Mom makes me wear these to bed so she doesn’t have to change me at night. They’re made to hold more, uhh.. liquid” The diaper was definitely thicker and puffier than Jane’s normal diapers. I found myself wishing I had some nighttime diapers. After we each had dry diapers on we laid down in my bed. I looked at Jane and marveled at my good fortune. I finally had the girl, the girl I had been in love with since I knew her. And she was laying right here beside me in bed! In nothing but a diaper! I leaned over and kissed her, she rolled over to return her kiss and pulled me on top of her. We started kissing and touching, hands grasping and exploring , caressing and rubbing. It was our most passionate make out session yet. I reached down and started to un-tape Jane’s diaper, she stopped me. “Not now,” was all she said. So we laid there and held each other for what seemed like hours. Finally, Jane leaned over and gave me one more kiss. “I’m going to sleep in your sister’s room, before we do something we both regret.” Jane whispered But, as Jane went to get out of bed she let out a groan. “That’s just great!” she complained. “What?” I asked, concerned “My diaper! It’s ripped!” she said pointing to one of the tapes. It had become separated from the diaper and in the process torn a small hole in the plastic covering. I guess we got a little too passionate! “I can’t wear this now. I told you I wet my bed the other night. What if I do it again? This thing would leak all over your sisters bed!” Jane said panicking. “So? Just put on another one.”, I pointed out. “Right, I didn’t think about that, I guess I’m just tired” Jane said reaching for her bag. “Great!” Jane exclaimed for a second time. “What now?” I asked, looking towards Jane clutching her bag in frustration. “I only have one left!” Jane responded holding up a singular diaper, “I have to have this for the morning, mom expects me to come home in one, she’ll check me as soon as I get in the door!” “I see, that is a problem” I said thinking back to our day, I guess we HAD changed each other quite a few times. “I have to have something for bed Peter. I a doubt I can make it through the night, I already have to go!” Jane cried. “You can have one of my diapers” I offered. “Thanks but I think yours would be too big for me” Jane pointed out. “I know!” I suddenly remembered “I still have those Goodnites, you know the ones with the hearts on them? You can wear one of those!” I reached under my bed where I had stashed the Goodnites along with my other diapers. “Yeah, I forgot about those!” Jane grinned “You looked really cute in those you know!” “Forget it!” I told her “Those things are way too tight on me! Besides I told you I wet too last night. Those would never hold all my pee. My bed would be soaked!” “Yeah I’m kind of worried about that too.” Jane admitted “Mom bought me these night time diapers because she didn’t want to get up and change me. But it was pretty lucky I guess, when I really do wet my bed, I kind of wet a lot.” Despite everything we had done that day Jane seemed embarrassed by this revelation. “Well, we’ll just have to make the best of it” I said “You said you have to go right? Why don’t you just go on and use that one your wearing right now? Then maybe you can make it through the night dry.” “I guess” Jane said uncertainly “But this one’s torn. It’s still going to make a horrible mess! Too bad you locked the bathroom, I could have just gone in there for once!” “Now, now” I teased “That would be cheating!” “What are you going to do tell my mom on me?” Jane teased back “Oh well, she’s probably expecting all my diapers to be used anyway. Still what about the tear? I don’t think you want pee all over your floor” “Come here” I said pulling Jane back toward the bed. “Peter, no more tonight! I’m tired!” Jane protested, thinking I wanted to make out again. “No silly, I’m going to help you” I explained “I’ll hold this tape in place so you can go.” I stood Jane in front of me and pressed the tape back in place. “Okay go!” I commanded. “Peter it’s not that easy!” Jane said “I mean I have to go pretty bad, but I still have a hard time making myself do it. Especially with you watching!” “What do you mean?” I told her “I’ve seen you wet yourself at least a dozen times now. I mean you even.. well you know.. in front of me earlier” “I know” Jane said sheepishly “But those were all accidents. I mean I always hold it until I can’t anymore. It’s different for me to do it on purpose” “C’mon. Just try. You’ll be a lot more comfortable” I reasoned, gently pulling Jane closer. I guided her gently onto my lap and stroked her hair. “Alright” Jane said reluctantly. She closed her eyes and laid her head on my shoulder. After a moment she let out a small sigh. Suddenly my lap felt warm. Had I peed and not even realized it? No I felt dry… just warm. Then I realized, Jane was wetting her diaper. I slowly moved my hand holding the tape lower, touching the diaper at the same time. The feeling was incredible! Jane finished and stood up, her diaper soaked. Jane slipped off the diaper, put it in a Ziploc and threw it with the others in her bag. Then she took the Goodnite from me and slipped it on. She leaned over and gave me one last kiss. “Good night, I love you!” she said as she went out the door. “I love you too.” I responded, turning out the light. Happily I drifted off to sleep.
  9. Chapter 20: A Sleepless Night “Crap! Now what do I do?” I thought to myself. “Peter?” Jane whispered a bit louder “Are you there? I really need that Goodnite! Mom came up and asked for the second pack this evening and the first thing she did was count them! Where could it be?” “I uhmm.. I mean.. Uhmm… It uhmm.. It must have fallen out in the back of my car!” I immediately winced at the lie I had just told my best friend. “Well I hope so, I told Mom it must be under my bed or something. I got lucky this time cause Mom’s got an early meeting tomorrow. She just said I’d better find it or else and went off to bed. I really don’t want to know what or else means Peter. PLEASE make sure you find it!” Jane pleaded “She probably won’t ask in the morning since she’s leaving early but I know she’ll be expecting me to have it when she gets home!” “Don’t worry, I’ll have it in the morning” I assured her. How exactly I was going to manage that I had no idea! “Thanks Peter, you’re a really good friend. You know sometimes I think that maybe we should… I mean that I… I mean you.. I mean your great Peter! You’re a great friend, good night!” Jane sounded obviously flustered. “Good night” I answered back as I hung up the phone. ‘What was that all about?’ I wondered. But it didn’t really matter. Whatever Jane trying to say, whatever she was about to confess, only one thing was on my mind. I had just lied to my best friend. I felt horrible! The diaper I was so excited about trying didn’t matter anymore. I laid in bed thinking about what to do next. I guess in the morning I would return the store, buy ANOTHER pack of Goodnites and take one out of that pack to give to Jane. At least that will keep her out of trouble, I told myself. Still I felt bad. Jane had been so open and honest with me about her bedwetting, her diapers, everything. But I just couldn’t tell her the reason the Goodnite was missing was that I had worn it. Still, if she knew I had had an accident maybe she wouldn’t feel so bad about her own. And I knew she wouldn’t think any less of me. Being completely honest though I hadn’t just worn that Goodnite because I was afraid of another accident. And I certainly had wet it on accident. I definitely couldn’t tell Jane THAT part! I tossed and turned the rest of the night trying to decide what to do. I had barely closed my eyes when I was jarred awake by my alarm clock. Chapter 21: The Confession I sat up in bed a shut off my alarm. It took me a minute to remember what I was wearing. I pulled back the covers. The diaper was completely dry. I was definitely not becoming a bed wetter again. However this morning I didn’t feel like using my diaper. I just tore it off, balled it up, and shoved it into the bottom of my waste basket. I stepped into the shower still dwelling on the lie I had told Jane the night before. Jane trusted me so much and I hadn’t trusted her at all. As I finished up my shower I became resolved at what I had to do. I would tell Jane the truth. Well, most of it anyway. I would tell her about my accident and that I had tried one of the Goodnites. I would leave out the details of the dream that had caused the accident and any ulterior reasons I had for wearing one the next night. I got dressed and hid the dry balled up diaper in the bottom of my book bag. As I got in the car and pulled out of my driveway another realization hit me. I could be honest with Jane but that still didn’t solve the problem with her mother. Her mom was still expecting Jane to produce the Goodnite that afternoon. If Jane’s mom found out I was the reason it was missing then she would know I had been involved. Then it would be just a few short dots for her connect that I had been at the house with Jane alone. That wouldn’t end well for either one of us! There was only one thing to do, I turned my car in the direction of the drug store. As I walked through the door of the store I realized if any employees had paid attention to my purchases over the past few days they probably thought we had a lot of bedwetters at my house! Still, being that this was a drug store I doubt my purchase was all that unusual, they probably hadn’t even noticed. When I got to the diaper aisle it became apparent exactly how ‘not unusual’ my purchase really was! The shelf for girl’s L-XL Goodnites was empty! Apparently there were a lot more people out there wetting their beds than I realized! My mind wandered for a moment wondering if any of the other girls at my school had purchased the other packs. Still, this was a problem, I was supposed to be in school in 15 minutes and I had no Goodnite to give to Jane! I’d just have to figure something out later, getting detention for being late would certainly not improve the situation. I got to school, parked the car and enterd the building with only a few minutes to spare. Jane was waiting by my locker. “Oh thank goodness Peter” Jane exclaimed “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming. If you were absent today I don’t know what I would have done! Please tell me you have the uhmm… thing!” “It’ll be fine” I said trying to avoid lying again. “You did find it…” Jane started to look worried. “We’ll talk at lunch” I replied “We got to get to class” “Peter….” Jane started, but was cut off by the bell. We both hurried off to our first class. I wasn’t looking forward to lunch today. I tried to avoid talking with Jane until lunch time. I ducked into the bathroom between classes and said I had to go back to my locker for something I forgot. I hoped Jane didn’t think was mad at her. When lunch finally rolled around I guided Jane over to a table in the far corner of the cafeteria. “All right Peter, what’s going on?” Jane sounded perturbed “Your acting pretty weird. Did you find the freakin’ diaper or what?” “I didn’t find it” I started, Jane’s expression went from annoyed to worried. “I didn’t find it, because I couldn’t” I continued. “What do you mean you couldn’t?” Jane was sounding panicked again “You’ve got to find it Peter, you got to look again! Do you KNOW what’s going to happen to me if I don’t have it when Mom gets home this afternoon? She said that I would…” “Look there’s no point in looking again” I said cutting her off “It’s not there!” “What do you mean it’s not there?” Jane replied “It’s got to be there it’s not like you used it or something!” “Well actually…” Jane’s eyes got wide “Peter! You mean you USED it? Why?!?” “Just listen!” I replied, “This hard for me to say, but I had an uhmm.. an accident the other night” “What do you mean an ‘accident’” Jane asked “is this that ‘boy thing’ we learned about in sex ed?” “No, like a REAL accident” I answered (she of all people should have known what I meant!) “Look” I explained “I had this dream and I woke and I had peed in my bed! I’m sorry I should have told you. I mean you told me about all your accidents” “Well maybe not all of them” Jane said blushing slightly “I’ve had those kinds of dreams too. Was it the one where you think your sitting on the toilet only to wake up and find there was never a toilet at all, just your mattress?” “Yeah, that’s the one!” I said deciding that was a better option than telling her my REAL dream. “But you’ve told me about that, that you used to, you know… wet…” I reminded Jane. “No, I told you I used to wet the bed, like back when we were freshmen” Jane was blushing furiously now “I’ve had ‘those’ kind of dreams more recently, like this past summer” “Oh, okay” I said trying to sound like it wasn’t a big deal. “Anyway, I had several of these ‘incidents’ last summer” Jane went on “and that’s why my mom had the Goodnites still” “And why you have a plastic sheet on your bed” I said without thinking. “How do you know about that?” Jane looked mortified. “Sorry I didn’t mean to upset you” I assured her “When I went up to get your.. thing.. the other day I noticed. Really, it’s no big deal! I mean with everything else you’ve told me a plastic sheet is no big thing!” “I know” Jane admitted “It’s just that… Well I haven’t needed it for a while, well a few months at least, Mom just hasn’t taken it off my bed yet.” “It’s fine!’ I repeated “I mean I wish I had one on my bed the other night! My mattress was completely soaked!” “So that’s why you wore one of my…” Jane said putting it all together. “Yes” I replied “I didn’t want to take a chance on ruining the other side of my mattress!” “But their girl’s Goodnites” Jane noted, “You mean you wore..” “It was better than the alternative” I stated flatly “Still I would have liked to have seen that!” she shot back. “That is NOT going to happen!” I replied emphatically. “But you’ve seen me in one” Jane gave me a fake pout. “Still….” I said “Not going to happen!” “We’ll see about that” Jane responded. I wasn’t sure I liked that look in here eye. Chapter 22: The Search After school we headed out to my car. “You still owe me a Goodnite for the one you desecrated, Pee-ter” Jane teased. “Watch it” I warned “What’s that expression about the pot calling the kettle something? I’m the only one in the car wearing real underwear right now! Besides I’ll have you know I woke up dry the next morning, it was just a one time thing!” (That wasn’t a lie after all, I did WAKE UP dry!) “Not fair!” Jane retorted “You know I don’t need these things! If it weren’t for my mom being such a ‘B’” “I know, I know” I assured her “I’m just giving you a hard time” “So you didn’t.. You know.. Wet again?” Jane asked timidly. “Nope, must have just been that dream!” I answered, trying to sound confident. “Oh, well that’s good…” Jane said, but I could have sworn there was a note of disappointment in her voice. “We do have to get you some more Goodnites” I told Jane as I pulled out of the parking lot. I told her about the drug store being out earlier that day. “Another pack??” Jane said incredulously “If we get caught I will end up having to go through THREE packs! She’ll probably pack them in my suitcase for college!” “What else can we do? Do you really want to face her without one” I explained “Look, she couldn’t possibly have marked that pack, she didn’t know about it remember?” I went on “We’ll just go to another store, there’s got to be a half dozen around here that sell them, and buy another pack. You can take one out and tell your mom you found it under your bed. She’ll never know” “Okay” Jane sounded skeptical “But if I get caught again you’re wearing the third pack!” “Deal!” I said pulling into the parking lot of the local ‘big box’ store. Knowing we didn’t have much time before Jane’s mom would get home we walked into the store and made our way immediately to the diaper aisle. I couldn’t believe my eyes! The shelf where the Goodnites should have been was completely empty! Had every girl in town suddenly lost control of their bladder? Jane looked panicked. “Don’t worry!” I told Jane “We have four more stores to try between here and your house” Stores two and three didn’t prove any more helpful. Store four had bedwetter pants but only in a generic brand. Deciding that a bedwetting epidemic must have overcome the area we headed for the last store a small ‘mom and pop’ place. “We might as well just give up” Jane sounded defeated “Mom is going to be home in 15 minutes, I might as well head home. If I’m late AND don’t have my Goodnite she’ll probably just murder me right there!” “Let’s just make a quick check” I reasoned “We’re only 3 minutes from your house and you never know what you’ll find in these places!” Boy was I ever right. The shelves of the store were the strangest assortment of items you had ever seen. There were spaghetti strainers next to the motor oil and 35mm film (do people still use that?) in between the canned soup and the cat litter. “We’ll never find them in here! Even if they do have them! Jane exclaimed. “Let’s just ask!” I pleaded. “Ask??” Jane exclaimed “I am NOT going to ask for those ‘things’!” “Fine then I’ll do it” I said walking to the front of the store. There was an elderly gentlemen standing behind the counter. Jane hung back looking embarrassed. “Excuse me sir” I said quietly “Do you have any Goodnites?” “What’s that” the old man looked confused. Keeping my voice low for Jane’s sake I explained “You know they’re for bedwetting, a kind of protection?” “Oh you mean diapers?” the old man exclaimed way to loud “For big kids? Well I guess you ain’t a kid are you?” He thought they were for me! Jane looked as if she were about to cry so I didn’t bother to correct him. “Yeah, I think we got some of them in the back of the store, want me to show you?” he offered. “No thanks, we’ll find them” I answered. I didn’t think Jane would appreciate the extra company. We made our way to the back of the store. Searching the dusty shelves we finally came upon what we were looking for. Sitting on the bottom shelf was one last pack of girl’s L-XL Goodnites! With no time to spare I grabbed the pack and headed back to the front of the store. “Son, I think you made a mistake” the old man observed “These are for girls!” I thought Jane was going to pass out then and there. I quickly recovered “They’re not for me, there for my little sister” “Well that makes sense” the old man reasoned “You’re way too old to pee’in on yourself ain’t ya?” All I could do was give Jane a sympathetic look. We dashed back to the car. “Hurry Mom’s going to be home in FIVE minutes!” Jane cried. I jumped in the car and pulled out onto the road. I had no sooner pulled into the street when Jane let out a cry. “Don’t worry, we’ll make it, we’re almost there” I said. “That’s not it” Jane sobbed “My Goodnites have butterflies on them…. Look…” She held up a pack of girls L-XL Goodnites….. With hearts. “That’s it, I’m screwed” Jane said defeated “I’ll just have to face the music” “I’m really sorry Jane” I said as we pulled up to Jane’s house “I feel like this is all my fault” “No Peter, it’s not” Jane turned to me “Look all you’ve done is try to help me, I really appreciate you driving me all over this afternoon. You really are a great friend, your so…. Sweet… and…” And with that I Jane gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, jumped out of the car and dashed for her front door. Chapter 24: Consequences I sat in my car dumfounded, staring at Jane’s closed door. “What was that all about?” I wondered to myself. What was Jane about to say? But my bewilderment soon faded away as my thoughts turned to concern over what might happen to Jane when her mom got home. When Jane couldn’t produce the missing pull-up what would her mom do? Spank her again? Prolong her punishment? Worse? As I drove home my thoughts remained on Jane. I hated she was taking the fall for something that was my fault. If I hadn’t put that Goodnite on she wouldn’t be in this mess. Even if had just kept it dry we might have gotten away with it. But I had wet the Goodnite and it wasn’t even an accident, I had done it on purpose! I felt like such a heel! Arriving home I went up to my room and tossed my book bag onto my bed. I sat down and tried to get started on my homework. I just couldn’t stop thinking about Jane! Her mom was bound to be home by now. What had happened? I kept looking at my phone hoping Jane would call and say everything was okay. But my phone didn’t ring. I thought about calling her but decided against it. If Jane was in trouble, if her Mom was angry a phone call might just make things worse. I turned my attention to my Spanish homework. Ugh, Spanish! I had only signed up for it because my counselor said I needed it to get into college. I just couldn’t get a grasp on learning another language. I looked through my book bag for my Spanish to English dictionary. I then remembered that I had leant it to a classmate and failed to get it back. “Great!” I thought, “This day just keeps getting better!” Remembering that I had another one I got up and went over to my closet. “I know it’s in here somewhere” I said to myself, digging through my things. That’s when I spotted the pack of adult diapers I had purchased the day before. I was suddenly overcome with guilt, my desire to wear them was gone. My desire to see Jane wearing them was gone. I felt horrible. I grabbed a trash bag from the hall closet and stuffed the entire pack of diapers into the bag. I walked down the stairs, out the door, and to the trashcan. I tossed the bag inside and shut the lid. I vowed then and there that this whole diaper thing was over. I would never wear or even think about them again! I went back inside and checked my phone. Still no word from Jane. Not being able to stand it any longer I grabbed my phone and sent her a text. ‘ Are you okay?’ I typed. A few minutes later my phone buzzed. ‘I’ll call you in fifteen minutes’ Jane’s response came back. I sat beside my phone and waited. Time seemed to move at a crawl. Finally, the phone rang and Jane’s number appeared on the caller ID. “Hello?” I answered timidly. “Hi Peter” Jane’s voice was barely a whisper but I could tell she had been crying. “I can only talk a minute” Jane continued, “Mom is in the basement doing laundry. If she finds me on the phone I’ll be in even more trouble.” “So what happened, are you okay?” I asked. “Yeah, I’m okay, but Peter it was horrible” Jane sounded like she was starting to cry again. “Mom came home and the first thing she did was ask for the Goodnite” Jane’s voice broke “I told her I didn’t have it. I didn’t know what else to say so I told her that I had had another accident and that I was embarrassed and had thrown it away.” “I’m sorry Jane, this is all my fault, I wish I could take the blame” I apologized. “Peter no! This is my fault, if I hadn’t tried to trick her in the first place none of this would have happened. And I couldn’t possibly bring you up. That would make things so much worse! I would probably never be allowed to see you again!” Jane exclaimed. “So it was bad?” I asked timidly. “Bad doesn’t even begin to describe it!” Jane’s voice quivered “She absolutely lost it! She started ranting and raving saying how she couldn’t trust me anymore. I got another spanking of course. But you’ll never believe what happened next. She made me stand in the corner in just my Goodnite! After an hour I told her I had to use the bathroom. She said that if I couldn’t hold it I could just go in my diaper. She stood there and watched me wet myself! I’ve never been so humiliated!” “I’m so sorry Jane”, it was all I could manage to say. “That’s not the worst part” she continued “she said I have to wear diapers for a week.” “That’s not so bad is it? Just another week?” I asked confused. “Peter, you don’t understand” Jane cried “Diapers! Real diapers! Like the one I was wearing the other day! And I can’t take them off! There’s no way I can go a whole week without… you know. And I can’t have you help me again, not for an entire week, she’d know something was up for sure!” “I am so sorry Jane” I said again. “Peter! I told you I don’t blame you!” Jane repeated “Look there’s something else I want to tell you. You’ve been so great with all this. And you’re such a good friend. I’ve been thinking that maybe we should.. I mean I wanted to tell you that I… Oh crap! Mom’s coming. I gotta go!” Jane hung up the phone. For the second time that day I was left wondering what Jane wanted to say. Still despite her insistence that she didn’t blame me I couldn’t help blame myself! If only I could take her place, or at least share in her punishment. Then the thought struck me… maybe I could… in a way. I snuck outside and retrieved the bag from the trashcan. Chapter 25: Peter's Plan I woke up to the jarring sound of my alarm clock. I fumbled for the off switch and buried my head back in my pillow. As the drowsiness wore off the events of the past few days flooded back into my head. I sat bolt upright in bed and pulled back the covers. My bed was completely…... dry. I guess my accident really was a fluke! Then remembered Jane, her predicament, and my plan to ‘help’ her. I took a quick shower, wrapped a towel around my waist and headed back to my room. Opening my closet I retrieved the black trash bag I had rescued the night before. I opened it up and pulled out the pack of adult diapers. Not even a day ago I had been ready to throw these out, and now… I took one diaper from the pack and turned it over in my hand. A bit apprehensive I started to put the diaper back in the pack, then changed my mind. Dropping the towel to the floor I spread the diaper out on my bed. Lying atop it I fastened it securely and stood up. The diaper held in place. I rummaged through my closet and chose a baggy pair of jeans and an oversized t-shirt. After getting dressed I checked myself in the mirror. Satisfied that my ‘secret’ was well hidden I went down for breakfast. “Good morning Peter!” Mom said “Sleep well?” “Yeah, um hum” I mumbled a bit nervous. As I sat down I swore the diaper rustled so loud anyone in the kitchen could have heard it. Apparently no one did. Mom went about cooking breakfast, Dad kept reading his paper and my sister stared blankly at her iPod. “Samantha put that thing away!” Mom chided my sister. Rolling her eyes Sam dropped the iPod into her pocket. Samantha or “Sam” as she liked to be called was the definition of a fourteen year old girl. Sassy, sarcastic and not nearly as grown as she thought she was. It was a good thing she had no idea what I was wearing. If she found out.. well let’s just say my social life would be over! I gobbled down breakfast, grabbed my backpack and headed for the door. “Peter wait a minute” Mom shouted “What’s that?” My heart stopped. “What?” I played dumb “Something’s sticking out of our pants” She pointed. Thinking my life was about to come to a crashing halt I looked down. It was a stray sock. Sticking out the LEG of my pants. “Oh, thanks!” I said relieved, pulling it from my pants and tossing it to her. “Well at least it wasn’t underwear! Imagine if you had gotten all the way to school! Now that would be embarrassing!” Mom teased. “Yeah, embarrassing!” (If she only knew!) Driving to school my nervousness grew. Would someone notice? What if they did? Might someone hear it in a quiet room? See it when I bent down at my locker? I could just take it off now… Then I reminded myself that Jane had already worn a diaper for an entire day and had been wearing Goodnites for the rest of the week. No one had noticed, not that I knew of at least. Besides, despite my nervousness, despite the fact that I told myself I was doing this to help Jane out, I also found myself a bit excited. I couldn’t believe I had sworn this off the day before! I pulled into the parking lot fully resolved to go through with my plan. Entering the school it didn’t take me long to find Jane, she was standing beside my locker waiting for me. She looked far from cheerful. “Hi!” I said with a smile. Jane made only half an attempt to return my smile. I decided to tell her my secret right away. “Come here, I want to show you something” I said pulling her into the same empty classroom we were in when she showed me HER diaper. “What Peter? I’m not exactly in the mood for surprises” Jane sounded slightly annoyed. “Oh, I thought you weren’t mad” I said, worried. “No, I’m sorry, I’m not” Jane sighed “I'm just fed up with this ‘punishment’ already. I’ve had to use these things twice already, just wet thank goodness, but honestly to have to ask my mom to change me at my age? It’s too much! And I have be the only person at this school wearing, well you know..” “No, not the only one!” I answered back. “What do you mean? Those kids in that ‘special’ class? That doesn’t make me feel better Peter!” Jane said sarcastically. “No look!” I replied lifting my shirt and pulling down my waist band just enough to expose what I was wearing. Jane stared for a moment dumbfounded. “Peter is that a…” Jane sounded confused “But why?” “Well” I explained, “I told you I felt bad that I was responsible for your…” Jane interrupted “Peter I TOLD you it’s not your..” “Okay, PARTIALY responsible for your punishment.” I conceded “Anyway, I didn’t want you to go through this alone. As long as you have to wear them, I will too!” Jane stares at me for a minute. Did she think this was too weird? “Peter” Jane started “That’s just so… sweet!” And then suddenly, without warning, Jane kissed me Chapter 26: More than 'Just Friends' I was shocked beyond comment, beyond action. Jane pulled back and looked panicked. “Oh Peter, I’m so sorry, I hope I didn’t mess things up for us… it’s just you’re such a good friend… and you’ve been so sweet lately… and you’ve…” “Jane, stop!” I interrupted her, “I feel the same way about you.” I pulled her back to me and kissed her again. After we kissed Jane leaned against me and I held her. For a few moments we just stood there, in the empty classroom saying nothing. Jane broke the silence, “You know we’ve tried this before, taking this friendship further.” “I know” I responded “But somehow I think it will be different this time. There’s never really been anyone else I felt this way about, not the way I feel about you.” “Me too” Jane said, her head still on my chest. “I mean I’ve never felt like this about anyone, except you that is. And I do think it will work this time” We kissed again and then Jane smiled. “You know” she said slyly “most guys try to get a girls attention by putting on a nice shirt or something, not a diaper!” “You know me” I teased “I go to be different!” Jane laughed, then her eye lit up as she gave me a mischievous grim. “I don’t like that look…” I said warily. “I want to see it!” she exclaimed. “What?” I said acting shocked (like I knew this wasn’t coming) “No! I mean, I can’t!” “Oh please Peter!” Jane pleaded “You’ve seen mine!” Just then the warning bell rang. “Ah, shucks!” I said sarcastically “We got to get to class!” “Saved by the bell! Literally!” Jane shot back “Don’t worry, I’ll get what I want..” As we walked together to our first class Jane reached out and took my hand. Chapter 27: Diapers for Two We entered our first class together and took our seats. I recalled the day earlier in the week when I had caught a glimpse of Jane’s diaper. She seemed much more adept at wearing them now. I noted how she carefully pulled down the bottom of her shirt as she took he seat. I followed her example. Now I wasn’t as worried about someone noticing Jane’s diaper as I was about someone noticing mine! Other than me having a hard time concentrating on the lesson (again) our first class was rather uneventful. When the bell rang we walked out hand in hand. No one seemed to notice, but then again Jane and I were used to being pretty much invisible to everyone else. I stopped by the water fountain for a drink before Jane and I headed to our next class. The rest of the day leading up to lunch proceeded fairly normally, well as normally as it could for two high school seniors wearing diapers. When lunch came Jane and I grabbed our trays and headed to our usual table. I stopped by the vending machines and bought a sports drink. “If you drink all that you’re going to need that thing you’re wearing!” Jane teased. I hadn’t thought much about that. I was completely ready to wear these things to ‘support Jane’ but was I going to use them? Jane didn’t have a choice, I did. Jane seemed to read my mind “Look Peter, it’s really sweet what you did. But don’t worry you can take it off when you have to… you know… go” Suddenly I seemed to make up my mind. “No” I said firmly “In for a penny, in for a pound! If you can’t take yours off then I won’t take mine off either!” It was then I noticed Jane’s tray complete with sandwich, fries, a side salad, and apple juice. “You don’t seem to be too worried” I commented “Last time you were in this situation I practically had to force the food down your throat.” “Well,” Jane replied “It’s like you said before… I certainly can’t go a WHOLE week without eating or drinking. Besides, Mom gave me a bit of a reprieve.” “What kind of reprieve?” I asked. “Well I still have to wear, and use, these horrible things.” Jane explained “But Mom didn’t want me to get an infection or something. So I am allowed change myself, once, before she gets home. I just have to save her the ‘evidence’” “What do you mean” I said kind of dumbly. “You know!” Jane said pointing towards her waist “The evidence!” “Oh!” I exclaimed “You mean your… oh I see… So you have an extra diaper with you?” “Shh.. yes!” Jane glanced around nervously “It’s in my bag! Actually I think I might need it soon, I’m a little wet already.” “Wait a minute,” Jane asked “did you bring an extra one with you?” “No, I didn’t think about it.” I answered, thinking to myself that would have been a really good idea. “But what if you… need it…” Jane looked concerned. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine I never go during the day any way” I assured her. But as I stood up a twinge in my bladder indicated otherwise. I gave Jane a quick kiss and headed off for my next class. Jane took her bag and ducked into the nearest restroom. Chapter 28: Made it... almost I managed to make it through the rest of the day keeping my diaper dry. But with each passing period my concentration dwindled as the pressure in my bladder grew. I met up with Jane after classes and we headed for the parking lot. As I sat down and started the car I felt a small spurt escape my hold. I gasped and looked down. For a moment, forgetting what I was wearing, I expected to see a wet spot on the front of my pants. My glance didn’t go unnoticed to Jane. “Did you just do what I think you did” she said almost grinning. “A little” I admitted, slightly embarrassed. “Come on Pee-ter” Jane teased “Just let it go, you’ll feel so much better. You know you can think about rivers and waterfalls and swimming pools…” “Hey that’s not fair!” I protested “I never did that to you! Besides, how come you don’t have to go?” “Cause I’ve already gone! I’m on my second one, I changed after lunch!” Jane explained “That didn’t exactly go as planned by the way. But I’ll tell you about that later, let’s talk about you now. Think about the sound of fountains and… wait I know!” With that Jane suddenly leaned over and started kissing me on the neck. Her breath tickled my face. That did it. My bladder released and my diaper was flooded. I sighed in relief. Jane smiled knowingly and sat back in her seat. As we drove home Jane explained to me how her diaper change at school had not exactly gone as planned. It seems when she entered the bathroom she was alone. She went into a stall and started to undo her diaper. Then she realized her diaper was only a little wet. Since she only got one change before her mom got home she figured she might as well get the most out of it. So she redid the tape and sat down on the toilet and peed into the diaper. That way, she reasoned, she would be able to keep her new diaper dry that much longer. She was just about to remove her sodden diaper when the door to the bathroom opened. A group of girls entered the bathroom. Jane froze! She recognized the voices as a group of ‘popular girls’. They were chatting about some party they were planning on attending that weekend. Jane went on to say that she just sat there, afraid to move, afraid that if she started undoing the tapes the girls would hear! She said that it seemed to take forever for them to leave! Finally they did and Jane hastily changed her diaper and rushed to class. She made it in just before the bell. “It was just too close” Jane explained “I’m just going to have to be more careful from now on. I’ll just try to wait till I get home to change” “You won’t have to worry about that for a couple days” I reminded her “tomorrow’s Saturday!” “Now that does make me feel better!” Jane said smiling as we pulled up in front of her house. “Want to come in?” She asked. “I need to get home and change” I reminded her. “Oh come on, please? Just for a bit?” Jane said poking her lip out. “Oh all right, just for a bit” I conceded I shut off the car and we headed into the house. Chapter 27: What Happen's at Jane's House.... As I followed Jane into her house I became increasingly aware if the weight of the diaper sagging below my waist. “I can’t stay long, I really need to get out of this thing” I told her. “Don’t worry,” Jane responded, “I just need long enough to do this!” Without warning Jane pushed me back against the wall of the entry hall and started kissing me passionately. What followed was a make out session for the history books. Somehow we managed to make our way from the entry hall to the living room couch. Jane laid on top of me her weight pressing my wet diaper against my crotch. When we came up for air twenty minutes later Jane gave me a mischievous grin “Want to play a game?” “A game? What did you have in mind” I asked. My mind wasn’t so much on my wet diaper any more as it was… other things. “I thought we could play truth or dare!” Jane responded, still grinning. “Truth or dare?” I teased, “That’s not very original!” “Take it or leave it!” Jane answered I decided I’d take it. “Truth!” I answered. “Pe-ter!” Jane protested “That’s no fun!” “Fine then, dare!” I conceded. “Take off your pants.” Jane stated matter of factly. “What?!?” I said taken aback, “But I’m wearin’ a… And it’s… wet” Jane gave me a no nonsense look. “Peter” she reminded me “What did you see me in earlier this week? Several times?!? C’mon turnabout is fair play!” “Fine!” I said reluctantly. I wasn’t sure why I was so hesitant for Jane to see me in my current condition when I had been practically (okay completely) naked in this same spot not that many days ago. Slowly I stood up, unbuttoned my pants, and tugged them down to the floor. Jane stared agape at my diaper “You are really soaked!” she said in amazement “I didn’t even know one of those things could hold that much!” It was my turn to blush. “I know” I said sheepishly “And it’s really uncomfortable too! I wish I could get out of thing!” “Look” Jane replied “I appreciate what you’re doing but just go on and take it off. I won’t hold it against you.” “No” I stated, “I told you as long as you had to wear one I would too! You can’t take yours off, so neither will I. Besides I don’t have any ‘big boy’ underwear with me!” “What’s the problem?” Jane teased, “Never heard of going commando?” “You wish!” I shot back “You just want to see me naked!” “Whatever Peter, just take your turn!” Jane said feigning impatience. “Truth or dare?” I asked. “Dare!” Jane said, “Do your worst!” I didn’t even hesitate with my response “Take of your pants…” I replied. “I figured that was coming” Jane said as she started unsnapping her jeans. “…and your shirt” I finished. It was Jane’s turn to protest. “Peter! That’s not fair!” she whined, “I only asked you to take one thing off!” “Not my fault you didn’t think of it!” I teased “C’mon you know the rules!” The truth was, despite her protests I knew Jane was enjoying this as much as I was. Jane stopped undoing her pants leaving them partially unzipped and moved her hands towards her shirt. “You’re going to pay for this you know!” she retorted as she slipped her shirt over her head. “I know, I know!” I replied, gazing at Jane’s cute little breasts covered by nothing but her small 32 AA bra. Jane finished unzipping her jeans somewhat slowly then suddenly let them drop to the floor. I stared, speechless as Jane stood in front of me in nothing but her bra and a diaper. She sure is cute, I thought to myself, I was so glad we were no longer ‘just friends’. Looking at Jane I noticed the wetness indicator on Jane’s diaper had started to change. “You’re wet” I observed, “When did that happen?” “Earlier, on the couch” Jane responded with a grin. “But I’m not too wet yet, I’ll be okay.” Did she mean when we were making out? I wondered. Did she pee when she was laying on top of me? Oh man! “It’s my turn” Jane reminded me “Truth or dare?” “Look” I said, “We know that neither of us is going to pick truth right? I mean we might as well just call this game ‘dare’!” “Okay then, here’s your dare!” Jane replied, “You want out of that thing right? Well then change!” “Into what?” I said confused “I didn’t bring a dry one, remember?” “But you did…” Jane said mischievously “You still have that last pack of Goodnites we bought the other day in your back seat!” “You want me to wear a… but there for girls!... No Way!” I complained. “You know the rules!” Jane said with a smirk. I guess I asked for that one. “Fine!” I relented “Can I at least put my pants back on to go get them?” “Well since I would prefer my neighbors not to see a boy coming out of my house wearing just a diaper I would say that’s okay!” Jane said sarcastically. I slipped my pants back over my wet diaper and headed out to the car. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do. I must admit however, I was a bit excited. Grabbing the unopened pack of ‘wrong’ Goodnites I headed back in to the house and made my way toward the bathroom. “Nope!” Jane stopped me “Change right here!” “Just remember, your turns next” I reminded her. “Uh huh! Now go on and change!” Jane seemed a bit excited herself. I took my pants back off and started undoing the tapes of the soaked diaper. I took it off, leaving myself completely exposed from the waist down. Jane smiled, obviously checking me out. “You could just stay that way!” she offered. “That’s okay! A deals, a deal!” I answered opening the package and removing a Goodnite. I slipped it on. Just like the other one it was snug but it did cover everything up. It was my turn to give Jane a dare. I decided to keep it simple. “Bra off” I said. Jane didn’t even fight me. She undid her bra and dropped it on the floor. There was now a beautiful girl sitting in front of me in nothing but a partially wet diaper! How much luckier could I get! Jane seemed to think a moment before she started on the next dare. “You know Peter…” she began slowly “…you did say you wanted to share my punishment… right?” “Isn’t that what I am doing?” I replied indicating the Goodnite I was wearing and the wet diaper laying balled up on the floor. “But the diapers weren’t my only punishment.” Jane said “There was, the other thing…” I thought for a minute. “You mean the spanking?” I said somewhat shocked “Wait, you want to spank me?” “Okay, well that’s your dare!” Jane sounded more resolute “Get that Goodnite off and come lay over my lap” This was definitely something new! Still I wasn’t about to be the one to back out of a dare. I walked over to Jane, pulled down the pink pull up, and stretched my body across her lap. How hard could a girl as small as Jane spank anyway? *smack* *smack* *smack* Jane’s hand slapped against my backside. It stung a bit, but not too bad. “It’s that the best you can do?” I mocked “You hit like a girl!” I just had to open my stupid mouth! “Uh, maybe that’s cause I am a girl” Jane replied “I would certainly think YOU would have figured that out!” Still she started to spank harder. A lot harder. It took all my concentration not to yell out and betray myself. I was determined to be the “man” and act like it still didn’t hurt. Finally Jane stopped spanking me and let me get up. I grabbed the Goodnite and slipped it back on. “My turn, huh?” I said smiling. “I think you need a lesson in how to give a proper spanking!” “But I’ve already been spanked!” Jane pleaded. “Not by me!” I replied “Besides, if your mom spanks like you that would hardly even count!” I knew that wasn’t true of course. I recalled the marks on Jane’s bottom when I helped her with her diaper. I wondered if my butt looked the same. “Fine, just don’t be too hard” Jane requested “I’m just now recovered from the spanking mom gave me. Besides I will have some explaining to do if I can’t sit down for dinner!” “I’ll be careful” I assured her “ Now get that diaper off and get over here!” Jane carefully undid the tapes of the diaper and folded so they could be redone. She stood in front of me completely nude, blushing but not attempting to cover up anything. I pulled her down across my lap and started peppering her backside with some quick slaps. “WHO hits like a girl?” Jane teased. I picked up my speed and intensity, paddling Jane’s cute white bottom into a cherry pink. Jane squealed and gasped with each blow. Suddenly Jane gasped loudly and blurted out “Peter, put my diaper back on!” “Okay” I said reaching for the diaper “Did I spank you too hard? I didn’t hurt you did I?” “No it’s not that” Jane said with a sense of urgency. It was then I noticed Jane had her legs tightly pressed together with her hand pressed between them. “I gotta… you know…” Jane explained. “Oh I see! Just don’t do it on me!” I joked. “Not funny Peter! Hurry please!” Jane pleaded. “Okay, okay!” I said slipping the diaper under Jane’s bottom and redoing the tapes. Jane leapt up and looked around the room frantically as if she was looking for an escape. She started to make her way toward the hallway (and presumably the bathroom) but got only halfway across the living room before she froze in her tracks. Jane turned and looked at me crimsoned face. I heard a loud hissing and looked down to see the wetness indicator on her diaper finish changing colors. Jane was (once again) completely soaking her diaper, right in front of me! “I’m sorry Peter!” Jane looked like she was going to cry “I didn’t want to do that in front of you. It’s so embarrassing!” “It’s okay!” I assured her, “It’s not like it’s the first time!” “I know” Jane said “It’s still humiliating!” I had an idea. Without a word I stood up in front of Jane and started to release my bladder into the Goodnite. Jane gasped “Peter are you…” “Yep!” was all I said as I continued to soak the Goodnite. Remembering that I had leaked the last time I peed in one of these things I attempted to stem the flow. I didn’t seem to have much luck. Fortunately this time the Goodnite seemed to hold, though it was definitely at its saturation point. Jane stood there in her wet diaper looking at me in mine. “Peter that was weird!” Jane said matter of factly “But it was a sweet thing for you to do!” With that she walked over wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. The feeling of her standing there with nothing but a wet diaper and me in a wet Goodnite, bodies pressed together was more than I could stand. We were headed quickly for another make out session, maybe something more. I returned Jane’s passionate kisses and reached up to touch her bare breasts. Suddenly, Jane pulled away. “Peter, you’ve got to go! Now!” She exclaimed. “I’m sorry, are we moving too fast?” I asked, concerned. “No it’s not that.. You just need to leave… quickly!” she said in desperation. “Then what is it? Your mom won’t be home for another hour!” I was worried I had done something wrong. “It’s just.. I gotta… go…” Jane said quietly. “What do you mean, you just went… a lot” I said indicating her sodden diaper. “No, I gotta do… you know… the other thing! And I am NOT doing that in front of you!” Jane said emphatically. “Oh I see…” I said, realizing her situation “You could just take off the diaper again you know…” “Well I can’t do that all week!” Jane reminded me “Mom would definitely know something was up. As much as I’m dreading it I might as well get it over with.” Jane started to squirm where she was standing. She reached her hand around and held the backside of her diaper. “Hurry Peter! I love you, but you need to leave… now!” Jane pleaded. I pulled on my pants, grabbed my things and headed toward the door. I gave Jane a quick kiss and stepped out on the porch. As Jane shut the door I saw her face turn a dark shade of red. I got in my car and headed back toward home. My mind was so wound up in the events of the past few hours I nearly ran a stop sign. Arriving safely back to the house I headed up to my room to change. Undoing my pants I saw that I was still wearing the pink girl’s Goodnite. I had completely forgot I had that on. That’s when it hit me. I had left my wet diaper in the middle of Jane’s living room floor….
  10. Chapter 12: What REALLY Happened at Jane’s House Any doubts that my dream was any more than just that were dismissed as soon as I stepped into my car and turned the key, sparking the engine to life. Of course it was crazy to think that it could have been real. The timing of Jane’s message was either a coincidence or had somehow subconsciously sparked my dream. However, I wondered what HAD taken place at Jane’s house last night. I didn’t have to wait long to find out the answer. Jane was waiting by my locker, fully clothed of course. “Peter you are not going to believe this!” she exclaimed without even a ‘good morning’. She grabbed my elbow and pulled me into an empty classroom. “What happened?” I asked “I got your message, how did she find out?” “I don’t know!” Jane said bewildered “After I got your uhh.. ‘delivery’ out of the mailbox I took it up to my room and put it in the package with the others right away. Then last night before bedtime I took my dry one off and gave it to her just like I was supposed to. She asked for the package, I knew she would, she counted them and then handed me a new one. By the time I went bed I was sure we had gotten away with it” Jane took a deep breath and then continued “I was almost asleep when she came into my room and turned the lights on. She just looked at me and said ‘where is it?’ At that point I honestly had no idea what she was talking about! Then she said ‘Your diaper. I assume you peed in it before you hid it? ‘ I was in such shock I didn’t know what to say!” I could see Jane was trying not to cry as she told me the story “Then she yanked my blanket off and pulled me out of my bed… and well you can probably guess what happened next?” “Another spanking?” I said trying to sound sympathetic. “Yes!” Jane wasn’t about to cry any more, now she looked angry! “And I swear this one was worse than the last one! I didn’t think she was going to stop! At least I didn’t pee on her this time!” “That’s good” I said, amazed that at least part of my dream had actually occurred. “But then… then…” Jane’s voice increased an octave “This is the crazy part. She said since I couldn’t keep my Goodnite dry… and since I hid it from her…. I had to wear... this...” With that she lifted the ankle length dress she was wearing just far enough to expose what she had on underneath. I had to stop myself from audibly gasping. Jane was no longer wearing a Goodnite. Where I saw pink and purple butterflies yesterday I now saw something much less… decorative. “Is that a...” I whispered. “It’s a diaper” Jane confirmed, “a REAL diaper! Like babies wear! Well, this one’s for adults… But still! I’ve never had to wear one of these before! I don’t even know where she got it from!” It was hard telling. “Your mom really is a ‘B’!” I said. “Tell me about it!” Jane rolled her eyes. Just then the five minute warning bell rang. As we left the empty room and made our way to class, I couldn’t help but steal a glance or two (or three) at Jane’s diapered butt. To every other kid in the hallway the diaper would have been unnoticeable. But since I knew they were there…. Well, let’s just say her butt was cuter that day than ever before, for someone who is just a friend that is…. Chapter 13: The Plan One thing was for sure. If this fiasco between Jane and her mother continued for much longer it was going to have a definite effect on MY grades. For the second day in a row I found myself completely unable to concentrate in class. I just hoped that Jane would tell me more at lunch. The first thing I noticed as we sat down at the same secluded corner table was that Jane was not eating. “Not hungry?” I asked, assuming that she was probably too stressed to eat. “No I’m starving!” Jane corrected me “I haven’t ate or drank anything all day!” “Why?” I really wasn’t thinking it through this time. “Well this… thing… I’m wearing, I can’t exactly just take it off and go to the bathroom can I? What goes in has to some out and I prefer for it not to come out in there…” She said rolling her eyes downward. The full reality of the situation suddenly hit me. “You mean she expects you to use it?” I said, stating what now was obvious. “Yes! And I can’t even change until she gets home! She said since I was just going to wet myself anyway she could at least keep me from hiding it from her!” “Oh my goodness Jane! That’s horrible!” I was genuinely concerned for my friend “How long do you have to do this for?” “Just for today, thankfully” Jane replied “She said that if I learned my lesson today I could get my Goodnites back tomorrow. I never thought I would be glad to have THOSE back!” “Well still, you can’t starve yourself all day.” I reasoned with her “You’ll faint! Don’t you remember seventh grade?” Back in seventh grade Jane had really wanted a CD by a certain popular boy band. Her mom had refused to buy it for her so Jane came up with a plan where she would skip lunch each day and by the end of the week have enough money for the CD. The result, however, was that near end of the second day Jane passed out during math class and had to be taken to the nurse (she had incidentally wet her pants then too). Her mom had to be called and when she found out what Jane had been doing she was furious. Looking back on it I am certain Jane had gotten spanked that day as well. “You don’t want to pass out again.” I told Jane “And you have to drink something, you could get dehydrated and REALLY sick” “Okay.. Okay..” Jane relented. She went through the lunch line and returned a few minutes later with an apple and a bottle of water. “Happy?” she asked. “Extremely” I replied, well at least it was better than her eating nothing at all I guess. After Jane had eaten her apple and drank her bottle of water we said good bye and headed to our separate classes. When I saw Jane after school got out she looked rather distressed. “Why did you make me drink that water?” she said through gritted teeth. “I didn’t want you to get sick” I reminded her “Do you have to…” “Yes!” Jane said with a note of urgency “Come on let’s just get to your car!” Several times on the way to the parking lot Jane stopped and seemed to be composing herself. Finally, when we got to the car she started bouncing up and down on the edge of her seat. “Why? Why did I drink that water? Why did I listen to you?” Jane cried. “I’m sorry” I said “I was trying to look out for you” “I have to PEE so BAD!” Jane moaned, losing all pretense of dignity. “Look” I reasoned “Just go. It probably won’t be that bad. Your mom will be home soon and you can change.” I wasn’t sure if I was telling her this because I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable or because I secretly relished the idea of Jane wetting her diaper in the seat right beside me. Jane continued to fidget and bounce in the seat as we drove to her house. At one point she got very still and quiet. I wondered if she had finally lost the battle, but I dared not ask. I didn’t know how she planned on making it anyway; it was bound to happen eventually. As I pulled up in front of her house Jane turned to me. “Peter?” she said quietly “Can you come in for a bit? I need your help with something” “Certainly” I told her “What do you need help with?” “I’ll tell you once we get inside” Jane replied in almost a whisper. Not quite sure what was coming next I followed Jane inside. Chapter 14: Jane’s Request Once in the house Jane turned to me. “Mom took certain ‘measures’ to make sure I couldn’t take my diaper off by myself” Jane was looking at the floor her cheeks red, “I.. I.. have to go to the bathroom real bad. If I just had to pee, I would probably just go…. but I’ve got to… do something else” “Oh, I see” I said. I was still not sure what she exactly wanted me to do. “Well there is no way I can do THAT in my diapers. I mean… I know I’ve had lots of accidents before, but I’ve never… well I’ve always just wet myself, nothing else.” Jane couldn’t even say the word. “So what do you want me to do?” I asked. “Well…” Jane hesitated “….I can’t believe I’m asking you this!” “Jane, we’re best friends! I would do anything for you!” I said, she probably had no idea how much I meant that. “If you can help me…” Jane was still struggling with the words “If you can help me take this thing off I can go in and use the bathroom and then you can put it back on me.” She finished the last part quickly still looking at the floor, still blushing furiously. “Are you sure, if your mother finds out….” I said skeptically. “I know, I know” Jane knew what I was thinking “I can’t even imagine what she would do next! I’d probably have to wear these things the rest of my life!” “Well I doubt it would be that bad. Still I wouldn’t want to test her.” I said. Images of my dream last night came to my mind. “I’m just going to have to risk it” Jane said with resolve. “There is NO WAY I’m going to…. you know… in a diaper” “Okay” I told her “Just tell me what to do” I followed Jane into the living room where she hiked her dress up above her waist. That’s when I noticed something strange. “Isn’t that on backwards?” I asked. “Mom did that so it would be harder for me to take off” Jane explained “And look she marked the tapes so there would be no way I could line them back up even if I did get it off” Jane turned around and showed me the back. Sure enough there was a marker line through each tape and onto the diaper itself. Jane went over and laid belly down on the couch with her dress bunched up under her and her diaper fully exposed. “Peter please hurry” Jane said suddenly “I can’t last much longer” All her modesty and embarrassment earlier seemed to be eclipsed by her desperation. Completely stunned by what I was about to do I went over and started carefully undoing the tapes. “Peter hurry!” Jane said again. That’s when I realized something else shocking. The diaper was almost completely dry! Jane had somehow managed to hold it in all this time, a feat especially amazing for her! I undid the last tape and Jane made a mad dash for the bathroom. After about ten minutes she reemerged with a relieved look on her face. “Thank you Peter” she said looking relieved, “I feel much better now” She walked over and laid back down on the couch. “All right, put it back on me. But be careful to get it lined up exactly right.” Jane instructed. As I went to pull the diaper up between her legs I noticed her bottom was slightly red and sore looking. “Gosh, your mom really did a number on you last night” I commented. “I know, please just put the diaper on me” Jane responded suddenly seeming embarrassed again to be seen like that. I finished taping the diaper onto her making sure all the lines matched perfectly. “You know Jane” I said as she stood up and let her dress fall covering her diaper “I was thinking… Your mom probably EXPECTS you to be wet when she gets home. I mean she’s bound to know there’s no way you could make it a whole day without going. Don’t you think she might be upset if you are dry?” “Oh no! I hadn’t even thought about that!” Jane exclaimed “That’s probably what she meant by ‘learn my lesson’ ! Oh well, there’s only one thing to do!” With that she went to the refrigerator and grabbed a large bottle of soda and downed it on the spot. Chapter 15: Jane's Desperate Struggle An hour later I looked on in shock as Jane finished off her fourth large bottle of soda. “C’mon, C’mon…. Darn it!” Jane cried spreading her feet apart and bending her knees slightly. The effort Jane was putting into her task was etched across her face. “I… just… can’t…” Jane said, sounding defeated. “I’ve peed my pants, what? At least a thousand times!” she complained “And now that I need to, I just can’t go! Why won’t my bladder cooperate at least once?” “I don’t know, I guess it’s just harder to pee on command.” I replied. Jane dropped all pretense of modesty and lifted her skirt displaying her bone dry diaper. She glared down at the offensive garment as she began massaging her bladder willing it to release its contents. “I guess after so many years of having it pounded into my head that I’m not to pee in my pants it’s just not that easy” Jane admitted. “I have an idea” I offered “Maybe you can trick your bladder into thinking it’s time to go. Since you are normally in the bathroom when you pee maybe you should try it in there. ” “I’ll try anything at this point!” Jane said in desperation. She walked out of the room towards the bathroom in the hall. A few minutes later I heard her calling my name. “Peter! Can you come in here please?” “Yes?” I asked stopping outside the door. “No, come in here!” Jane pleaded. I pushed open the door and for the second time, in the same bathroom, was amazed at what I saw. Jane was sitting on the toilet in just her diaper and her bra, the dress she had been wearing was laying discarded on the floor. Seeing the shocked look on my face Jane blushed slightly. “I didn’t want to take a chance on getting my dress wet.” Jane explained “If I accidently dipped it in the toilet I figured mom might know I was in here.” Figuring it was not the right time to ask her if this was a regular problem, I stood there wondering why she had called me. “Can you run some water” Jane asked answering my unspoken question. “I thought it might help me go.” I walked over and turned the knob on the tap allowing cold water to splash down into the sink. Jane closed her eyes and bore down trying to force any small amount of liquid into the padding between her legs. I wondered if I should leave and give her some privacy, but decided to stay and provide ‘moral support’ instead. “Just relax” I offered “Let it come naturally, you’re trying too hard” Jane didn’t seem to mind my continued presence. “It’s not that easy” Jane responded. However, I could tell she had stopped pushing and her expression relaxed. “Good, now just take some deep breaths and listen to the sound of the water” I prodded her gently “That’s it breathe… breathe…” “Are you trying to help me pee or have a baby?” Jane laughed. That did the trick, as I heard a hiss and looked down to see the wetness spreading through Jane’s diaper. The two yellow strips on the front of the diaper turned blue as Jane kept peeing. She peed for what seemed like several minutes before she finally stopped. As Jane stood up the diaper sagged heavily between her legs. “Gosh, I am soaked! I sure hope my mom gets home soon so I can change!” she exclaimed. Suddenly she looked panicked “My mom! Peter! She’s going to be home any minute! You have to get out of here!” “Okay, I’ll see you at school tomorrow!” I said quickly, stealing one last glance at Jane in her sodden diaper. As I rushed out the door I couldn’t help but think how cute she looked standing there soaking wet. Really cute, that is, for someone who’s just a friend of course. I started my car quickly and drove down the street. As I came to the end of the block Jane’s mom drove past me in her car. I looked the other way hoping she wouldn’t notice me. Chapter 16: Peter's Predicament Thoughts of Jane and her mother faded from my mind as I got home and faced my own problems. As I entered my room the strong smell of air freshener nearly bowled me over. I had almost forgotten about my little accident last night, I sure hoped it was a one-time thing. “Peter!” I jumped as my dad knocked on the door. “My gosh Peter!” Dad gagged “What is that smell?” “Air freshener” I replied, not sure what else to say. “What have you done? Taken up smoking?” Dad said, elbowing me in the ribs. He was kidding of course, Dad knew me better than that. “No, no” I reassured him “I, uh, found some old food I must have left in here. It really smelled bad, I guess I over did it with the air freshener!” “Yeah, I would say so! Anyway dinner is ready, come on down.” He seemed to buy it, at least I hoped. Still I opened a window before heading downstairs for supper. Nothing else was said about my room or the smell of it for the rest of the evening. I figured my dad had not even given it a second thought. Still I WAS thinking about it. Though I was certain I wouldn’t wet my bed again tonight I couldn’t help but worry. I had already ruined one side of my mattress, if I wet the other side I’d get found out for sure. My mom still changed my sheets sometimes and if she saw the stain on my bed….. Well I didn’t even want to think about that! I had to find some way to protect the mattress. The plastic sheet that I used to keep on my bed had been thrown out years ago, so that wasn’t an option… I didn’t have any Goodnites either. Unlike Jane’s mom mine hadn’t seen a reason to keep them around once I stopped wetting. I think she gave all the leftover ones to one of my younger cousins. I sure wished I had one now… But wait! I did! The Goodnites I had bought for Jane were still in the back of my car! They were girl’s Goodnites of course, but still it seemed my only option, and a better one than wetting the bed again. I went out to the car and retrieved a Goodnite from the pack. I tucked it into the waistband of my pants and pulled my shirt down over it. After throwing my jacket back over the pack I went back in the house and up to my room. I shut and locked my door before pulling the Goodnite out. Turning it over in my hand I examined it. It’s just like underwear I tried to tell myself. Pink underwear with butterflies on it that is! But no one would see me, I reasoned. Still I couldn’t help but feel slightly awkward as I slipped off my pants and boxers and pulled on the undergarment. The fit was rater snug. I guess I had grown a bit since I last wore one of these, I thought. ‘It will have to do’ I told myself reasoning that I probably wouldn’t even need it. Before bed, however, I tucked a towel under my sheets just in case… I woke up the next morning to the jarring sound of my alarm clock. It took me a minute to come out of my haze and remember what I was wearing. Not recalling any particularly racy dreams from last night I pulled back my blanket. Sure enough I was completely…… dry. I let out a sigh of relief. I wasn’t becoming a bedwetter again after all. However I couldn’t help but feel a tad bit disappointed. The conflicting feelings confused me. I knew I was glad to not have to deal with bedwetting again, especially when I was off to college in a few short months. But still, something about it intrigued me. I had always known that Jane’s accidents interested me, but I had never thought about having one of my own. The last time I wet the bed I was fourteen and I had NEVER done it on purpose. The thought somehow appealed to me though and I wasn’t sure why. ‘What could it hurt?’ I thought. After all I was wearing a Goodnite, I might as well use it for its purpose. I relaxed and released my bladder. The flow started almost immediately, I was surprised at how easy it was. ‘See Jane’ I thought to myself ‘it’s not so hard!’ I finished peeing and got out of bed. Immediately I noticed two wet spots on my sheets. Feeling the back of my boxers I confirmed my fear. I had leaked! Silently kicking myself I pulled the sheets from bed. Luckily my backup plan had worked, the towel was wet but the mattress was dry. I went into the bathroom and tore open the sides of the soaked Goodnite. It plopped to the floor with a wet squish. I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. After my shower I took the wet Goodnite and tied it in a plastic bag. I gathered my wet sheets and headed down to the laundry room hoping no one would find it strange I was washing sheets two days in a row. Then I went back to my room and got my school things. As I left the house I tossed the plastic bag with my wet Goodnite in the curbside can. Fortunately it was trash day and all the evidence of my morning experiment would soon be gone. Chapter 17: Jane Relieved Arriving at school I wondered how Jane had fared last night. My question was soon answered when I arrived at her locker. She greeted me with a big smile. “Well you seem to be in a much better mood!” I observed. “I’m a big kid now!” Jane quipped. “What?” I said, confused by her comment. “I got my Goodnites back!” Jane whispered. “I would never have thought I would be happy to say that, but given the alternative….” “So you got away with it?” I asked “Your mom didn’t suspect anything?” “Nope! She came in and saw how wet my diaper was and just assumed I had been using it all day! She almost seemed sorry for making me wear it.” Jane said keeping her voice low. “But not sorry enough to keep her from putting another one on me” she added ruefully “I just got these back this morning” “She didn’t see me leaving then?” I checked “I passed her on the way out” “She didn’t mention it, I’m glad you left when you did though. Imagine what she would have done if she came in and you were there with me standing in just a wet diaper!” “Yeah, imagine” I said simply, remembering my dream from two nights ago. The rest of the day was uneventful. Besides catching a few glimpses of Jane’s Goodnite sticking out of her pants nothing much exciting occurred. One time I thought I saw another girl looking at it too, so being a good friend I grabbed Jane’s shirt and tugged it down. After school we got in the car and headed towards Jane’s house. For the first time in days neither Jane’s accidents or subsequent punishments came up in our conversation. That is until we got to Jane’s house. “Peter do you still have those Goodnites you bought?” Jane asked timidly. CHAPTER 18: The Discovery “They’re in the back seat” I replied “Why?” “Mom asked about them this morning.” Jane said, adding “Don’t worry I didn’t tell her you bought them for me.” “I told her that I walked to the drug store down on the corner and picked them up myself” she explained “She said since I spent my money on them I might as well not let them go to waste. So I have to keep wearing these things until both packs are gone. It doubled my punishment but I’m not going to complain after yesterday.” As I handed Jane the pack of Goodnites from my back seat a thought occurred to me. “Did you ever figure out how your mom knew you had switched them before?” I asked. “No, I wish I did.” Jane replied “You want to come in for a bit? I promise I don’t have any unpleasant tasks for you today!” “Sure thing” I replied. Unbeknownst to her I didn’t find her ‘tasks’ unpleasant in the least. Once inside the house Jane set the bag of Goodnites down on the coffee table. “I guess I’m lucky my mom didn’t ask to see them” she stated “I have no idea what I would have done then!” “Yeah, lucky” I replied looking at the bag of Goodnites on the table. I was still pondering how Jane got caught two days ago. Remembering how Jane’s mom had ‘secured’ Jane’s diaper yesterday gave me an idea. “Jane, can I see one of your Goodnites?” I asked suddenly. “The ones you already had I mean.” “I don’t have them” Jane responded “Mom has them locked in her closet. I guess she doesn’t trust me anymore, she’s giving them to me one at a time. Why do you want to see them anyway?” “I think I might know how your mom found out we switched them” I explained. “There is the one you have on…” “You want to see me in this thing again?” Jane looked at me strangely “Honestly Peter sometimes I think you LIKE seeing me in diapers!” “No, no nothing like that!” I hurried to correct her “It’s just I think I know how your mom found out what we did…. Don’t you want to know?” “I guess…” Jane said reluctantly “But this is the last time I give you an eyeful for a while, understand?” “Jane, honestly I don’t WANT to see you in a diaper” I lied “I’m just trying to help!” Jane stood up, unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them down past her knees. “Well, do you see anything?” she asked somewhat impatiently. “Not yet” I said as I walked a full circle around her studying the Goodnite. I wasn’t seeing what I was looking for. I moved in closer so my face was only inches from Jane’s posterior. “What would you do if I cut one right now?” Jane teased, seeming to relax a bit. “Don’t even think about it!” I warned. It was exactly the kind of thing she would do! I reached out and ran my finger around the waist band of the Goodnite, folding it down slightly. “Peter!” Jane gasped. “Sorry, just checking something” I replied, letting go. I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, which left only one possibility. “Jane you trust me right?” I asked. “The fact that I am standing here with my pants down to my knees should answer that!” Jane retorted. “I asked because I need to check something and you might find it a bit… uncomfortable” I explained. “I’m pretty sure I have reached my max on embarrassment the past couple of days” Jane replied “What do you need me to do?” “Sit down on the couch…” I started. “Okay..” Jane sat down “Now spread your knees apart” I finished. Jane just stared at me for a minute. Then slowly she spread her knees apart providing me with a clear view of the crotch of her diaper. I knelt down in front of her and fingered the elastic bands around her legs. “Peter this is getting kind of weird” Jane sounded slightly shocked. “There it is! I found it!” I exclaimed standing up. “Found what?” Jane asked quickly pulling her knees back together. “I’ll show you, do you have a hand mirror?” I inquired. “In the bathroom, do I have to leave my pants off?” Jane was starting to sound impatient. “Just for a minute” I responded as I left the room. I returned a minute later with the mirror. “Look right here” I pointed Jane parted her knees again as I positioned the mirror between them. There between the leg gathers of the Goodnite was a small hand drawn star. With the mystery solved Jane hurried to pull up her pants. “I knew my mom was sneaky, but this just brings it to a whole new level!” Jane said astounded. The rest of the afternoon was spent watching movies and eating snacks. I made sure to leave well before Jane’s mom was due home. Chapter 19: Peter's Purchace On the way home I started thinking about my own experiment with diapers earlier that day. The feeling of lying there in bed and just letting go went beyond description. It was something I was pretty sure I wanted to experience again. Too bad I had to give the Goodnites to Jane. ‘You know…’ I reasoned with myself ‘just because I didn’t wet the bed again last night doesn’t mean it won’t happen again… Maybe I should pick up something just in case.” I pulled my car into the parking lot of the same drug store that I had bought Jane’s Goodnites at just a couple days ago. This time my trepidation was somewhat mixed with feelings of excitement. Remembering that the Goodnites didn’t fit me very well I figured I should find something bigger. I thought about the ‘real’ diapers Jane had been made to wear. Immediately I knew that I wanted to try them. After making my way to the incontinence isle I searched through the various offerings. I settled on a pack of over-night, extra absorbent medium briefs and I made my way to the front. Secretly thanking the inventor of the self check-out I quickly made my purchase and left the store. Fortunately, when I arrived home I found the house to be empty. I carried the pack of diapers upstairs and hid them in my closet. Resisting the urge to open the package and put one on, I decided instead to wait until bed time. I hurried through dinner making idle conversation with my about school and such. After putting my plate in the sink I announced that I was tired and turning in early. Going up to my room I locked the door. Excited and somewhat nervous I retrieved the package from my closet. Pulling one ‘brief’ from the package I spread it out on my bed. Taping a diaper on myself proved to be quite a bit more difficult than putting the one on Jane the previous day. After readjusting the tapes several times I managed to get it on snugly. I pulled a pair of sweats on over top and climbed in bed. Just as I was getting comfortable my phone rang. “Hello?” I answered “Peter…” Jane’s voice came over the line in a whisper “There’s a Goodnite missing from the pack you gave me. What happened to it?”
  11. Chapter 9: The Late Night Call I was jolted awake by the sound of my phone ringing. “Umm.. ‘ello?” I said half awake, who could be calling this late? “Peter you’ve got to get over here” It was Jane and she sounded frantic. “Right now?” blurry eyed, I glanced at my clock. It was 2:05. “I know it’s late, please Peter, mom found out…. I don’t know how… but she’s gone too far this time… I’m running away..” Jane sounded absolutely desperate. “Are you sure?” I asked, now fully awake. “Peter if you don’t come get me I’m afraid of what she might do… Or what I might do….” This sounded bad. “Don’t do anything, I’ll be right there” I told her as I pulled on some clothes. I quietly crept down the stairs and out to my car, my parents aren’t anywhere near as bad as Jane’s mom, but they still wouldn’t be pleased with me going out at this hour. The drive to Jane’s house seemed a lot quicker than normal. It seemed as if mere seconds passed as I pulled onto her darkened street. I cut my headlights off and parked across from her house. I pulled out my phone to let Jane know I was here, but what I saw next caused me to drop it in surprise. Jane was running across the lawn towards my car wearing nothing but a diaper! I opened the door and she jumped in. “She took all my clothes… “Jane managed between sobbing gasps “…Locked them up…. She knew …I don’t know how. …she knew ….she knew” Suddenly the front porch light came on. “Go! Go!” Jane screamed. I floored the gas. Then the unbelievable happened, the engine died. “Peter, please!!” Jane pleaded. I turned the key. The engine roared to life and promptly died again. “Peter!” Jane was looking towards her house. I looked too and saw her mom bolting across the yard. “PETER GO!!!!” Jane howled. I desperately turned the key. The engine made only a feeble sound. Jane’s mom reached the car and pounded on the window. “Get in the house right now young lady!” She yelled. “Mom, please no….” Jane sobbed “I… I… I.. I’m sorrrry!” “Oh you’ll be sorry all right! And you will be too Peter if you try to leave here. I’ll call the police and tell them you kidnapped my daughter. Just what do you think will happen when they pull you over and she’s dressed like that….” I could tell she meant business. My car seemed to be conspiring with her too, it wasn’t going anywhere at the time. I thought about making a run for it, I certainly could outrun a middle aged woman who wasn’t in the best shape to begin with. But then I realized that would mean leaving Jane alone with her. She certainly couldn’t run in her current state, I noticed she didn’t even have on any shoes. I opened my door. Jane looked betrayed. “Come on.” I said gently “If I come in she wouldn’t dare do anything too bad” Jane got out and I took her hand and we walked across the yard together. I hoped Jane didn’t notice the lights in the surrounding houses that had come on and the eyes peering from behind multiple curtains. Chapter 10: Return to Jane’s House I walked into the living room and sat in the same spot I had just earlier that day. I had been secretly pleased to see Jane in her diaper then, but now… I felt horrible, this was just too much. Jane walked in and sat on the couch, grabbing a throw pillow she tried to cover herself. Her mom entered next and without a word walked past Jane, grabbed the throw pillow, and tossed it into the corner of the room. “Mom!” Jane shrieked, bending in half to cover her once again naked state. “Sit up straight Jane” her mom ordered “Babies don’t care about being naked!” Jane sat up, leaving her tiny breasts and diapered bottom on display. “Mom I’m not…” Jane started. “A baby?” her mom finished “Well what do you call someone who wets their pants and diapers? And then LIES about it to their mother?!? What would you call that Peter?” She suddenly turned to me. Did she expect me to answer? “I… uh.. I don’t know?” I stammered. “Well, I know… I call that person a BABY!” she spat out the words. Jane meanwhile sat on the couch, naked and crying. “Do you know what this baby did?” Jane’s mom said still talking to me “The BABY peed her diaper and then tried to HIDE it from me!” “But I guess you know that don’t you…” she continued “The way I figure it Jane couldn’t have done this on her own… She doesn’t have a car… So someone would have had to get the extra diaper for her.. And since you are her only friend to speak of…” She left the statement unfinished. I had no idea what to say, fortunately Jane’s mom didn’t seem to expect an answer. She turned back to Jane “Get over here now!” “Mom not now, not in front of Peter” Jane pleaded “I promise you this… If you ever want to see Peter again you will get over here now!” Jane stood up and slowly walked towards her mother. I held my breath unwilling to believe what was about to happen. With one fell motion Jane’s mom grabbed her, pulled her over her knee and yanked off her diaper. “Wetting yourself? Lying?? Running away??” Jane’s mom exclaimed “I guess I really do have a baby here instead of the young lady I thought I had.” With that her hand flashed into the air and she started furiously spanking Jane’s bare bottom. Every fantasy I had ever had was coming true before my eyes, but instead of being elated I felt sick to my stomach. Jane’s mom stopped and stood Jane up. Jane quickly retrieved the Goodnite, her sole piece of dignity, from the floor and put it on. “So Peter,” Jane’s mom turned her attention back to me “I assume I am right about you helping my daughter lie to me?” I didn’t know what else to say. “Yes mam” I said quietly. “So you get my daughter home late one night and then help her lie to me the very next day?” At that moment, I tried stupidly to take the fall. “Please mam, it was my fault… the lie I mean… I was getting Jane a dry Goodnite from the pack in her room and..” Jane’s eyes went wide. I realized my mistake. “So you were at the house with her alone? What else did you do that I don’t know about? Is she pregnant?” “What?? No, no mam. We’re just friends” I tried to explain. “Still, you were here unsupervised with my young daughter. How do I know you didn’t force yourself on her?” “Mom, he didn’t..” Jane tried to interject. “Be quiet child, unless you want another spanking…. with the paddle!” her mom snapped. Jane shrank back on to the couch in silence. “So as I said Peter, you have spent I don’t know how many days alone here with my daughter. Who knows what you could have been doing to her! I doubt you know this but I have quite a few friends in the police department, all it would take would be a call. Who knows what I might tell them… Maybe that I came home and found you forcing yourself on her… that she won’t say anything because you threatened her. Like I said I have friends…” I sat there staring in shock and disbelief, words failed to come. Was she serious? Certainly the charges would never stick. But they could make my life very inconvenient for a while. And innocent people have gone to jail before… “Where are they?” her mom asked. “Where are what?” I hesitated, not wanting to know the answer. “The rest of the diapers you bought for Jane? I assume you bought a whole pack? Where are they?” she repeated. “In my car” I answered “Go get them please” I walked slowly to my car, again considering making a run for it. But Jane’s mom’s threats seemed real to me. After everything I had witnessed I was sure she had no problem following through. I retrieved the open package from my car and went back into the house. “Put one on” Jane’s mom said simply as I walked back into the room. “What? No!” I exclaimed “Look Jane has her own pack up in her room.” she explained “The way I see it you paid for these so they must be yours. So put one on. ” She’s not kidding, I thought. Hardly believing what I was about to do I pulled a Goodnite out of the package and headed towards the hall bathroom. “No, put it on here” Jane’s mom commanded. “Here? I can’t… You can’t…” Now I was the one stammering. “I can, unless you want me to make that call.” Still in complete disbelief I undid my pants and pulled them down, followed by my boxers. I stepped into the diaper and pulled it on. It was way too small for me and stretched uncomfortably around my groin. “Shirt off too!” her mom stated flatly. I pulled my shirt over my head. Now I too was left standing in just a diaper. I dared not look at Jane, sure she had seen me naked just a few hours ago, but this was different. “Now, look, I have two babies” her mom mocked. “Except one of my naughty babies hasn’t been punished yet!” I heard Jane gasp. Surely she didn’t mean…. “Come over here Peter..” As if they were moving under their own power I felt my legs carrying me towards where she sat. Before I knew what was happening she had grabbed me and pulled me over her lap. She allowed me to leave the diaper on at least, though I wasn’t sure why. ‘Whack!’ Her hand came down. I braced myself for the sting but it didn’t really hurt. In fact I didn’t feel a thing! ‘Whack!’ came another blow. Perhaps it’s the padding? No, I didn’t feel anything at all! This was very strange! ‘Whack’ This woman must be really weak! But something didn’t seem right. She had spanked Jane hard enough to make her pee herself! Surely I should feel something… Then as that very thought crossed my mind I did feel something. Not another blow, but a warmness spreading through the front of my diaper. I was wetting myself! But how? Everything went dark… I was confused… I wasn’t over Jane’s mom’s lap anymore… In fact I didn’t see Jane anywhere around... I wasn’t even at her house… It was mine… I was in my room… A dream… It was all a dream… I had never received a desperate call from Jane… Or rushed to her house… Or been spanked by her mom… But one thing remained.. That warm feeling was still there… I knew it all too well… For the first time in years… I had wet my bed! Chapter 11: Peter’s Predicament I had wet the bed! I sat up in shock and pulled the covers back. My boxers were soaked, the bed was soaked. The mattress… oh the mattress… It had absolutely no protection, I had no reason, I hadn’t done this in what? Four years? At least? Well, I better deal with it I thought to myself it’s not like I can expect my mom to do it at my age. I made my way into the bathroom and turned the water on as hot as it would go. As steam started to fill the room I dropped my soaked boxers on the floor and stepped into the shower. Letting the water cascade over me, I thought about my predicament. Why had I wet my bed? After all these years? Certainly it had something to with that dream…. My thoughts drifted to the dream, Jane in diapers running across the yard, then over her mother’s knee.. Then ME over her mother’s knee! It was quite the dream I reasoned, even I hadn’t wet the bed there was no doubt I would still been changing at least my boxers. I shut the water off and stepped out wrapping a towel around my waist. I gathered my wet boxers from the floor and then picked up a couple extra towels and a can of air freshener before going out the door. Once I was back in my room and dressed I felt much better. The shower had left me feeling refreshed, but I was afraid my mattress had not faired quite so well. Cleaning up had never been a problem before. When I was wetting frequently I always wore some kind of ‘protection’ and I also had a plastic sheet on my bed. If I leaked, or went to bed without my Goodnite on, mom would just come in and strip the sheets and put them in the laundry. I pulled the sheets off my bed and then took the towels and tried to dry the mattress. I scrubbed and patted and blotted to no avail. Having no idea what else to do I took the air freshener and sprayed the entire contents of the can onto the mattress, then flipped it over. With any luck no one would turn that mattress again for many many years, hopefully long after I had moved out of the house. Taking my wet sheets down to the laundry I was grateful not to run into my parents or my younger sister. It wasn’t until I returned to my room later to gather my things for school that I noticed my cell phone was flashing. It was a text message from Jane… ‘OMG Peter! She knows!!!’ The time stamp on the message was 2:05 AM. The line between dreams and reality suddenly became blurred.
  12. A bit of a bonus. This is a short story, article, whatever. It is complete. I came up with the idea based on the actual fact that several years ago due to severe budget cuts the state of Virginia actually closed most of it's interstate rest stops. This made quite a bit of news back then, The rest stops have since reopened, but it led me to this interesting bit of fictional 'what if'. Written as a news article in the style of 'The Onion' and other satirical news sites: No Virginia, There are No Rest Stops Virginia- Something new is popping up in vending machines around the Commonwealth. As previously reported recent budget cuts have forced the closure of the majority of the state’s rest stops. Now, at the stops that remain open a new type of machine is appearing beside those offering sodas and snacks. These machines offer something new, diapers. Vendors, who would prefer we call them “absorbent undergarments” or “protective underwear”, have made a wide variety of sizes and styles available. No matter what people call them vendors are hoping that travelers will take advantage of their products rather than suffer the distance between the few remaining stops. On Interstate 81 the rest stop and visitor center located at mile marker 1 is one of the busiest and most visited. With the closures in effect the next available stop is 376 miles away at Virginia’s northern border. This past weekend saw increased traffic due to holiday travel. Like most of the other remaining stops this rest stop is outfitted with two diaper vending machines as well as revamped restrooms with private changing areas. Parents could be seen lined up with crimson faced children and teens waiting to make their purchase. While some children could be heard loudly complaining that they didn’t need diapers, being well past the age of toilet training, others stood silently avoiding eye contact, resigned to their fate. Older teens and adults could also be seen making personal selections and quietly slipping into the changing areas. “While this isn’t my first choice, it’s certainly better than the alternative” Madison P, a college freshman returning to school reluctantly admitted, “I tried to make the drive home without one and let’s just say the results were less than favorable” Madison selected some discreet pull on absorbent underpants and headed towards the bathroom. Understandably many people at the rest stop were reluctant to talk to a reporter. A few however didn’t mind sharing their opinion. “I think it’s a shame that law makers felt the need to close all the rest stops” complained Mellissa R. of Lexington, “I mean they certainly could have found other places to cut the budget. This is a major inconvenience to travelers and especially families” With four children ages 8-14 Melissa spent over $10 on diapers for herself and the kids. She was able to purchase the less expensive pull ups for the younger children. But she had to purchase the larger, more absorbent (and expensive tape) on briefs for herself and her eldest daughter Rachel. When asked how she felt about having to wear a diaper again Rachel replied “A first I was embarrassed, I mean what if one of my friends found out? Then mom reminded me that any of my friends traveling this weekend are probably in the same situation.” “Still I wish this wasn’t necessary” Melissa pointed out “With the money I have spent here we could have used for gas or food” Other visitors to the rest stop avoided the inflated prices by bringing their own supplies. Jenny (who spoke to us on the condition we didn’t use her real name), 18, was also headed back to college. Bypassing the vending area she headed straight for the changing area. “I, have a few night time issues” Jenny hesitantly confessed “So I just brought my own stuff, it’s what I’m used to at least.” Across the interstate travelers exiting the state were also making a pit stop. Though the rest stop was similarly equipped with vending machines those were not nearly as busy. Instead people could be seen making a quick rush for the restroom, presumably in an effort to save some dignity, while others shuffled slowly towards the changing areas. “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be” Mike L of Huntington, WV commented “I wouldn’t normally choose to wear these but they certainly made the trip more convenient” Indeed, time and convenience seemed to be an unintentional side effect of the new development. “We’ve never made this leg of the journey so quickly” said George M of Harrisburg, PA “We normally make two or three stops on this part of the trip alone. I’m thinking we might use them for the whole trip.” George’s wife and four kids didn’t seem to agree. At least a few people tried to beat the system and forgo the diapers altogether. While a few were successful, others were not so lucky. While we were there a minivan pulled into the rest area. The Henderson family was traveling from Syracuse, NY to visit family in Georgia. They had made the stop upon entering the state Karen, mother of five, explained. They had all made use of the restroom and changed into either diapers or pull ups. Her eldest daughter Katee, 16, had not only refused to wear any protection but also failed to make use of the facilities. “She said she wasn’t a child, that she didn’t need to go and she certainly wasn’t wearing a diaper.” Karen explained “We tried to tell her we were all using them, even her father and me. But she’d have none of it. Well, we’ve always been a fan of natural consequences and Katee certainly has had hers.” An obviously embarrassed young lady emerged from the van, her light blue jeans soaked to the knees. “She made it all the way to Wytheville, she begged us to stop but there was simply nowhere available” said Karen “I feel bad for her, I really do. But she made her choice.” As Katee headed to the changing area with fresh clothes her mom headed towards the vending machines. “She refused to wear one earlier” Karen explained “But now she’ll be wearing one for the rest of the trip.” So why not simply stop at McDonalds or a gas station? Wae checked with some local merchants for the answer. “I feel bad for them I really do” replied Bob W owner of a local Shell station. “But the first weekend after they closed the rest stops, the lines formed so bad that our regular customers couldn’t get in” The next week Bob posted a “rest rooms for customers only” sign. Similar signs have gone up at other establishments. Some have even closed their rest rooms to the public all together. “I hated to do it” Said Marie of ‘Maire’s Gifts and More’ “But we simply weren’t equipped to handle the volume of traffic. Toilet paper, soap, paper towels they all cost money. Why do you think the state was so eager to close the stops?” Marie like most others we spoke to hopes that law makers will find a way to reopen the rest areas soon. Everyone that is except perhaps the diaper manufacturers.
  13. Previously titled "My Mom's a B" I started the story several years ago but alas, like many stories around here, it went incomplete. I always wanted to finish it, but having followed several stories here to only find them never finished, I knew the frustration this causes So I have COMPLETED the story. In the end it came to just over 52,000 words, the length of a small novel. I debated how to post it, a bit at a time or all at once. In the end I thought about how I like to read stories. Even if they are good reads I can only handle so much at once. SO I am going to post it a bit at a time, every couple days. BUT if I find myself lagging behind or I miss posting for awhile (say more than a week) I'll go ahead and dump it all at once. One note, even if you have read it before you might want to reread. Not only to refresh your memory but I made some changes. Don't worry nothing too drastic, Han still shoots first :) I'll probably post the original content in larger chunks than when I get to the new part. I tried to pick good stopping places. So without further ado... My Mom is Such a 'B----'! Chapter 1: Trouble “Hurry up, drive faster!” “If we get pulled over it will only make things worse!” Still I pushed down on the accelerator watching the needle ease towards 70. “You don’t know what she can be like” “You’ve told me, I’m sure you’ll be fine, it’s only thirty minutes” “Thirty-five minutes…. And we’re not there yet” “Here comes the turn, we’ll be there in just a minute” “I am in so much trouble… she’s going to be really mad” “I can go in an explain if you want. Say it was my fault.” “No, it’s best if I go in by myself. I hope she’s in a good mood” “We’re here. I’m sure it will be okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. “ “If I’m still alive… or at least allowed to leave the house…” I watched as she walked towards her front door. The door opened and a woman stepped onto the porch. She didn’t seem too angry. They both stepped inside, the door closed and the porch light went out. Sighing I pulled off into the darkness. ‘It will be okay’ I told myself, at least I hoped…. My names Peter. I’m your average high school senior. Nothing special, just an average guy with average looks and average grades. I don’t play sports, I’m not the head of any teams or the leader of any cliques. And that was Jane, my best friend. Yes, we are just friends, nothing more. Not to say we hadn’t gone on dates before, we tried that route and it didn’t work out. We had even fooled around a couple times. But still we were mostly just friends. Jane is like me. Not a popular girl, not a cheerleader, pretty much invisible to most of the other guys at our school. As for looks the nick name ‘Plain Jane’ would suit her well. Average height, skinny, a mess of tangled brown hair and a 32 A chest that is barely noticeable under the loose t-shirts she usually wears. And, yes I know her exact bra size. I told you we had fooled around. I had seen those cute little tits on a number of occasions. Jane was a bit of a free spirit and even when our Facebook status did not say ‘In a Relationship’ there had been more than a few ‘games’ that ended up with one or both of us naked. But like I said we are just friends….. One thing that Jane did have in common with most of the other girls in our school was her relationship with her mother. Jane complained about her mother quite frequently. I know in private she loved her mother, though they have complicated relationship. But like most teenage girls she griped about her mother all the time. How unfair she is, how she still treats her like a child. The complaints were daily and sometimes monotonous. I was SURE they were exaggerated, just her blowing off steam. But I always listened, tried to be a good friend. I never once voiced any doubt or had tried to defend her mom. I figured they could work things out on their own. After all Jane was eighteen now, summer would be here in a few months and then we would all be off to college. Certainly being away from home would change things. That’s why I wasn’t TOO worried when I dropped her off at her front door thirty minutes.. or thirty-six minutes late. Sure there might be heated exchange. Jane would probably go to her room and slam the door. Tomorrow I will hear all about it. Chapter 2: The Confession As I walked down the hall of my school the next morning I looked for Jane. I spied her by her locker and snuck up behind her. “You’re still alive I see, how was your mom?” Jane turned and looked at me, I could tell she had been crying but there was also an unmistakable fire in her eyes. “My mom is such a ‘B’ ” she replied. I laughed to myself, one of my favorite things about Jane was her inability to swear. It gave her a cute, almost innocent quality. “So was she mad?” I asked, hoping this diatribe would not consume our ENTIRE day. “Mad is an understatement, she was just CRAZY. I can’t believe her , I mean she’s just such a… a… B!”. Her rant continued as we made our way to our first class “I mean you have no idea, I know I complain about her A LOT but this time, this time, I mean, it was just, just..” She trailed off. This was a bit unusual, Jane was usually not at a lack of words to describe her mother. “I am sure it’s all over now.” I said trying to calm her down. “Peter, you don’t understand, she did something last night, something she hasn’t done for a long time. I can’t even say it.. it’s just so… so.. embarrassing” Now this was intriguing. Jane and I told each other EVERYTHING. We were best friends. And if she didn’t want to or couldn’t bring herself to tell me what happened, then…. “It’s okay” I told her “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to”. “No, no I’ve GOT to tell someone, just promise me you want tell anyone else.” “Of course not, who would I tell, you’re my only real friend” Jane pulled me to the side of the hallway just outside the door to our first period class. “It’s just she was REALLY mad. We fought and then.. and then…” She leaned forward and whispered something barely audible in my ear. Just then the bell rang, obscuring her words. “Did you just say…” I started. “She spanked me.” Jane spoke again still in a barely audible whisper. Chapter 3: It’s All In The Details I could barely focus on the teacher at the front of the room. My thoughts dwelled on what Jane had said before we went into class. Her mom had spanked her? An eighteen year old girl? Was that even possible? Legal? Maybe all her complaints about her mom were true, maybe she really was crazy! But despite the outrage I knew I should feel for her. I had to admit that I was feeling something else entirely, AND THAT was the feeling that was keeping me from concentrating on the lesson. The thought of Jane’s cute little bare butt on display, her mom’s hand repeatedly smacking against it. But of course that was nonsense. Certainly she wasn’t spanked bare. It was probably just a swat to her backside as she retreated to her room. But I couldn’t really go asking for details. That would be uncouth. Besides how do you exactly phrase that question.. “So Jane, did your mom pull down your panties before spanking your butt?” . No, certainly those things only happened in stories on the internet. Still, imaging Jane flailing around over her mother’s knee did do something… Lost in my thoughts I glanced up at her, staring up at her butt as if I might see some evidence of last night’s transgressions. Just then Jane bent over to get a pencil from her bag and I caught a quick flash of something . Not evidence of a spanking but something that took me COMPLETELY by surprise. Surely that wasn’t what I thought it was? No, it must have just been my imagination… Still Jane does have a nice butt… Even if she is just a friend. I turns out that I didn’t need to ask for details. When we got to lunch Jane motioned me over to a table in the corner by ourselves. “Can you believe my mother did that?” She asked, outraged “I told you she wasn’t right. We’ve fought before but this time she went too far. Honestly I can’t wait for the next six months to pass so I can go to college. I mean she hasn’t done… that… since I was thirteen!” . “What did you do to get in trouble?” I asked. “Uh? I was late?! You were there remember??” she said giving me a look. “No, what did you do when you were thirteen” I was trying to change the subject, or get more details, I don’t know which. “Oh what didn’t I do when I was thirteen? I lied, I talked back I was the typical bratty kid. And every time it was the same thing ‘take off those pants and get over my knee young lady!’ but I deserved it… and then I turned fourteen and she started grounding me instead.” Wow! That was more detail than I thought I was going to get…. Could I push this without seeming too interested? “But she didn’t….” I started, trying to sound casual. “Didn’t what?” Jane responded. “She didn’t… you know… surely now at your age she wouldn’t make you… take… off…” “My pants?” Jane finished “Oh yeah she did. She told me I had a choice I could pack my bags and leave, get out of her house and live on my own. But I don’t have any money.. Where would I go? You still live at home.. I couldn’t leave. So she said my other choice was a.. a… “, her voice dropped “…a spanking.... she made me pull down my pants and panties and lay on her lap and she.. she.. spanked me. I don’t even know how many times, I didn’t think it was going to ever end. And then I….” She stopped. “Then you what?” I asked hoping I didn’t sound too enthusiastic. “Ummm… Then I went to my room, honestly she is such a B!” Was that it? I was sure she was going to say something else. Still, I was astounded by what she had told me, and more than a little umm.. excited… to say the least. After such a confession I felt it was probably best just to leave things alone for a while. I wanted to appear, no I wanted to be, a concerned friend not some kind of voyeur looking for a fantasy story. “I’m sorry you had to go through all that, I feel like it was my fault you got in trouble.” I said trying to come up with a response. “No, it was my fault we were late too. I’m not mad at you, I just can’t believe my mom.. she’s such a…” “I know a ‘B’” I finished for her. Jane smiled, “Thanks for listening, your such a good friend, I hope I didn’t ruin lunch with my ranting.” “No you’re fine” I replied, thinking ‘you have NO idea’! We hugged and then as Jane stooped down to pick up her bag I caught a glimpse of something again. Something that just didn’t seem quite right… at least not on an eighteen year old girl. Chapter Four: Jane’s Secret The rest of the day I really could not focus on the lessons at all. Jane and I had different schedules after lunch so I wouldn’t see her again until school let out. Still I couldn’t take my mind off of her and the story she had told me. When I came to school that day I never thought I would be hearing what amounted to a story from one of those internet fantasy sites being told by my best friend. Then there was the other matter. What I thought I saw in our first period class and then again at the end of lunch. Something sticking up from the waistband of Jane’s pants. Certainly it wasn’t … No way, it was probably just her panties all bunched up or something. But those didn’t look like any panties I had ever seen… No, it was probably just my imagination. My ‘imagination’ kept me busy the rest of the day. The final bell shook me from my latest fantasy, the one where I got to watch as Jane’s mom spanked her with an oversized paddle. I gathered my things and walked out into the hall. I found Jane waiting by the water fountain in the same place she waited every day. Each morning she rode the bus to school and each afternoon I (fortunate enough to have my own car) gave her a ride home. “Hi!” I said brightly “How was your day?”. “Better”, she responded . Feeling it was best to NOT be the first one to bring up our earlier conversation I searched for another subject. “You want to get some coffee?”, I asked. “Sounds great, just don’t get me home late!” Jane said with a hint of amusement. That was the only reference to our earlier conversation she made. I felt it was better to just leave it alone so I let the conversation wander the usual course of movies, music and school gossip. It wasn’t until we left the coffee shop and headed towards Jane’s house that the conversation took leave of this normalcy. After one unusually long lull in the conversation I looked at Jane in the passenger seat beside me. “Is everything okay?” I asked with a note of concern. “It’s just, my mom will be home from work in a couple hours and I haven’t spoken to her since… well you know…” “Well I’m sure she’s over it” I tried to reassure her “It’s all said and done with and I’m sure it will be forgotten soon enough.” “It’s not, though” she replied. “Not what?” I asked curiously. “Over,” Jane replied “It’s not over. I didn’t tell you the whole story.” “Do you want to?” I asked cautiously, hardly believing there could be MORE to this story. “You HAVE to promise not to tell ANYONE!” Jane said emphatically. “I already told you I wouldn’t, didn’t I? We’re best friends who else would I tell, the only person I tell secrets to IS you!” I reassured her. “It’s just so embarrassing! Really you got to promise, no one!” “I promise” I replied. Really what could be more embarrassing, she already told me all about her spanking. “Well, when we were rushing to get home last night I REALLY had to use the bathroom. But I didn’t ask you to stop because we were already late.” “Okay” I replied wondering if this was going where I thought it was. “Well you know how it is with my bladder”. “I know”. Another one of Jane’s ‘quirks’ was her notoriously weak bladder. She had had many small ‘leaks’ as she called them on almost daily and on quite a few occasions had completely soaked herself in my presence. If she laughed too hard or waited too long it was bound to happen. One secret I never shared with Jane was these accidents only increased my attraction to her. After all we were ‘just friends’. “So anyway,” Jane continued, “I really had to go when I got to the house. But mom started in as soon as the door shut and then before I knew it I was over her knee and then I…” she stopped again. I could put together what happened from there. “Oh no… you didn’t..” I said feigning shock. “I did” Jane said meekly “I peed right there on her lap. She made me stand up and I couldn’t stop! I peed all over the kitchen floor! It was the most embarrassing thing I have ever done!” Jane’s face reddened as she told me this. “So what did your mom do?” I asked, though I already thought I knew. Jane hesitated, then continued, “She made me wear this..” With that Jane lifted her shirt and pulled down waistband of her jeans just enough for me to confirm my earlier suspicion. Again I tried to feign ignorance. “What’s that?” “Well, for all intents and purposes it’s a diaper!” Jane said so matter of factly it even took me by surprise. “They’re called ‘Goodnites’ I used to wear them when I wet the bed” (Jane had previously confided in me that she was a bed wetter until our first year of high school.) “Apparently my Mom still had a pack of them” Jane explained “After my accident, well she was already mad, that just sent her over the top! She got these out and said I had to wear them for a week. If I don’t have any more accidents then my I get my underwear back.” “I’m sorry” I said, genuinely concerned and excited at the same time. “I’ll just have to be careful, I should be able to make it a week, I hope…” “I’m sure you will” I reassured her. “You’re sweet” Jane replied as we pulled up in front of her house “You want to come in?” “Your mom won’t be happy if she catches us there alone” I reminded her. “It will be fine, she won’t be home for hours.” I parked the car, this could be interesting... Chapter 5: Jane’s House I followed Jane into her house barely believing all I had just heard and witnessed. Surely I must be asleep, dreaming! Well, if I was I might have a whole different kind of ‘accident’ to clean up in the morning. No, this couldn’t be a dream it was all too real. So this had really happened, a girl I knew, a girl that I found extremely attractive (despite the fact that we were ‘just fiends’) had been spanked and diapered less than twenty-four hours ago? In the very house we were about to enter? This WAS exactly like a story from the internet! “Go have a seat in the living room” Jane told me “I have to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right there”. “No problem” As I walked towards the living room, I passed the kitchen. Pushing the door open slightly I glanced in. A shiver passed through my body, the type of feeling one might get from visiting an ACTUAL haunted house. So this is where it all happened, I could almost hear the sounds of a spanking piercing the air, flesh on flesh. And then the splattering of Jane’s warm pee on the floor. I looked down, but of course the evidence had been cleaned up long ago. “What are you doing?” I jumped, shaken from my fantasy. Jane was standing there by my side. “Oh, just thinking about getting a snack.” I said quickly. “You’re still hungry? You just ate at the coffee shop. Honestly Peter sometimes I wonder where you put it all!” “Come on in, I’ll find something” Jane said as I followed her into the kitchen. After deciding on popcorn and soda we retreated to the living room and Jane started flipping through channels. She stopped on some ubiquitous sitcom about a group of high school students and their daily antics. As the ‘nerd’ of the group tried (unsuccessfully) for the umpteenth time to score a date with the trendy socialite, Jane sighed. “I bet none of their moms ever spank them”. “Now that would make for quite the after school special” I joked. Jane laughed and curled up on the couch beside me. As she did her shirt rode up and the waistband of her Goodnite was clearly on display. “Umm, Jane… your, umm..” I pointed. Jane blushed and pulled her shirt down. “Thanks” she said. That was the fourth time that day I had seen the top of Jane’s Goodnite and even though I knew it was wrong I really wanted to see the rest of it. But of course that probably wasn’t going to happen. Or was it? I turned away from the television and looked at Jane. “I’ve seen this show like a THOUSAND times.” I said jokingly “You want to play a game?” “What kind of game?” Jane asked “You know...” “THAT kind of game?” Jane exclaimed, her eyes widening “NO WAY! Did you forget what I’m wearing?” “I’ve seen you in a lot less.” I ventured “Besides, who knows it might not even get that far. YOU can pick the game and knowing you, you’ll pick a game I’m not very good at and I’ll be the one showing everything off while you’re still fully clothed” I should stop here and tell you about our so called ‘games’. I told you earlier that Jane was somewhat of a free spirit. Well exhibitionist would be a better word. Normally she would care less about being naked in front of me and seemed to downright enjoy getting me naked too (yet we are still ‘just friends’). A while back we had discovered that we could take any ordinary game and make it more interesting by taking our clothes off. You’ve heard of strip poker? Well we’ve played strip chess, strip checkers and even strip Candy Land. There wasn’t a board game in existence we hadn’t defiled. However, today Jane didn’t seem as eager to play as she normally did. “Look,” Jane countered “Even if I do pick the game the chances are you’ll get to see me in ‘this’.” Jane indicated toward the unspoken garment beneath her pants. “Look, I don’t care what you have on” I persisted. “Besides you won’t be wearing anything when I’m finished with you” “Oh really” Jane’s competitive streak was kicking in, “We’ll see about that!” She retreated to the other room to retrieve a game. I couldn’t believe my luck! There was chance that I was going to see more of her diaper after all! Jane returned to the room carrying the game ‘Battleship’ Crap! She always kicked my butt at that game. Still I would have to give it my best. “Tell you what” Jane teased “Just take off your clothes and give them to me now and I’ll save you the humiliation” “That’s okay”, I countered “Get out the game, I have a feeling that today is my lucky day!” Chapter 6: The Game It wasn’t my lucky day. Thirty minutes later and I was sitting there in my boxers with only my submarine left on the board. Jane on the other hand had only lost two of her ships and given up her socks. Still if I could sink one more ship before she beat me she would either have to give up her shirt or her pants. I might still get somewhat of a show. I made my move… “B6” “Miss” Jane replied smiling “A7” she countered “Miss” “E7” I tried. “Hit” Jane looked suddenly less sure of herself “G8” Jane ventured Shoot! She had found my sub, two more hits and I was done and I had NO IDEA what size ship I had hit found on her board. For all I know it’s her battleship, this was not going to end well. “Hit” I responded placing the red pin into my sub. Oh well, might as well go out fighting. “E8” I said hopefully “Hit” Jane’s said looking slightly concerned “H8” “Hit” I responded. This was it, one more hit and it was all over. “E9” I said, resigned to my soon to be naked fate. “Hit” Jane paused then continued “…and you just sank my cruiser” Jane reached for the bottom of her shirt and started to pull it over her head. “Wait!” I exclaimed, stopping her. An idea suddenly came to my mind. “What, it’s not like you haven’t seen me in my bra before” Jane said allowing her shirt to drop back down. “I know” I replied “It’s just, this game is obviously over and I’m about to lose. You’re most likely going to have me naked at your next turn, how about a bet?” I knew Jane couldn’t resist a bet “What did you have in mind?” She asked. “Give me one more move before you finish me off”, I explained. “If I don’t hit any of your ships you won’t have to take anything else off. I’ll even give you your socks back!” “But” I continued “If I make hit on ANY of your remaining ships I get to choose what you take off next.” “You get just one try?” Jane said thinking it over “Fine, one try, make your move” I thought carefully. This was it. All or nothing. “A9” I said keeping my fingers crossed. Jane’s face was blank. Had this been poker she could have had the perfect bluff. “Hit” she finally responded, “So what’s it going to be?” I thought it over. If I told her to take off her pants would she know I wanted to see her in her Goodnite? But I had already stopped her from taking her shirt off so what would the point be? “Your pants” I said trying to seem nonchalant. “Peter, please not my pants. Not today.” Jane pleaded “Look I’ll take my shirt and bra off if I can just keep on my pants” ‘She must be desperate’ I thought. I briefly considered giving in, at least I would get to see those cute little breasts. But no, I had come this far… “A bet’s, a bet” I reminded her. “Take off your pants” Jane didn’t say a word. She just stood up and unbuttoned her pants and then after a moment of hesitation pulled them down and kicked them off her feet. Jane was blushing furiously as she stood before me in just her t-shirt and a pink Goodnite with butterflies on the front. She quickly sat back down cross legged and leaned forward trying to hide her embarrassing state as much as possible. “I8” she said, quickly taking her turn. “Hit” I replied and without hesitation stood up and removed my boxers “You sank my submarine” Jane eyed me from head to toe, stopping midway she noticed my current ‘condition’. She quipped “It looks like I didn’t quite sink your submarine after all” With that her embarrassment was quickly forgotten as she broke into laughter. I laughed back, both at her joke and in relief that she wasn’t mad. It was one of those times when a joke seems funnier than it really is. I laughed. Jane laughed harder. I laughed some more. Jane kept on laughing. Soon we were both in fits on the floor with tears in our eyes. “How about a movie” Jane said between bouts of laughter “We could watch ‘Hunt for Red October’” With that the laughter resumed. “Crap... Crap! Crap! Crap!” Jane suddenly exclaimed and leapt up and ran out of the room. I followed her and found she had run into the hallway bathroom. “Are you okay?” I asked through the door. “Not really” Jane’s tone had changed, she was no longer laughing. The door cracked and then slowly opened. “What am I going to do now?” Jane’s voice trembled. I looked down. There Jane stood still in just a t-shirt and Goodnite. Which was now completely soaked. Chapter 7: The Solution I just stood there staring. “What am I going to do?” Jane repeated “It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours and look at me!” She gestured towards the sodden diaper. That was the problem. I WAS looking at her and seemingly struck speechless. “Peter!” I snapped out of it. “Sorry, I was just umm… I was just trying to think of a solution” I said fumbling for words. Never, never had I thought I would see best friend in a diaper today and certainly not a WET diaper! “I know” I suggested, gathering my thoughts “Just change. Put on a dry one, we’ll throw the wet one out. She’ll never know!” “That won’t work.” Jane sighed “Mom already warned me that she knew EXACTLY how many Goodnites were in the pack to start with. I’m supposed to take this one off and give it to her before I go to bed tonight and then she’ll give me a new one. And I have to do the same thing in the morning. That way she will know if I have wet any of them.” “I see, well that is a problem” I replied. “I just don’t know what to do. She’s going to be furious with me. I mean I haven’t even made it a whole day!” Jane suddenly seemed to realize she had been standing in front of me this whole time in just a t-shirt and a wet Goodnite. Her face turned crimson and she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. With a sigh of defeat she said, “Look I’m just going to have to bite the bullet on this one. I’m just going to change and tell my mom the truth. With any luck I’ll still get out of these things before graduation.” “Can you go up to my room and get me a dry one?” Jane asked. “Sure, hold on.” I told her. I made my way up to Jane’s room, a place I had only been one time before. Jane was not supposed to have friends over when her mom was not home, especially not boys. She was MOST DEFINITELY not supposed to have them in her room. For that reason we usually kept our visits to the living room and kitchen. I opened the door to Jane’s room and looked around. It was very tidy. I knew her mom insisted she keep it this way (it was one Jane’s favorite thing’s to complain about). I spotted the pack of Goodnites underneath the nightstand beside Jane’s bed. I walked over and knelt down on the floor to pull one out. As I stood back up I placed one hand on the bed. That’s when I heard, and felt, a crinkle. Now, I’ve told you all about Jane’s past ‘issues’, but what I haven’t told you was that I have had my own. I too was a bedwetter as a child and actually had a few night time accidents well up into my teen years. So I KNEW what that sound was. Jane had a plastic sheet on her bed! Was it because of her recent accident? Or was it just a leftover from her bedwetting days? It could just be for allergies I reasoned (that was the excuse I had once used when a friend discovered my plastic sheet). At any rate I couldn’t ask Jane about it, not now at least. I took the Goodnite and went back downstairs. Suddenly, I had an idea. Jane had shut the bathroom door so I knocked and she opened it just a crack. I passed the Goodnite through to her and talked to her through the crack. “I might have a way for you to get out of this.” I told her. “What is it?” Jane left the door cracked as she talked to me. I took all my strength to not try to peek through the crack and spy on her changing. “What if…” I started “What if I go to the store and buy a pack of Goodnites? Then we could replace this one with one from the new pack.” “That could work” Jane sounded relieved “And I’ll have more in case this happens again. But you don’t have to pay for them, let me get you some money.” “No, it’s fine” I insisted “I’ll get them” “You are so sweet” Jane said as she stepped out of the bathroom in the new, dry Goodnite. “I just have to figure out what to do with this one.” She had pulled the bag from the bathroom waste can. From the weight of it the wet diaper was clearly inside. “Give it to me, I’ll take care of it” I told her. “I owe you one Peter. I know I’ve said this like a thousand times today but you really are a good friend!” With that she handed me the bag and kissed me on the cheek. But once again, we’re just friends. Chapter 8: Delivery! I tossed the bag into the dumpster in a nearby parking lot. I resisted the urge to hold onto it, figuring it would smell up the car pretty fast. Though, I do have to admit to opening the bag and admiring the sodden contents one more time. As I walked into the store I had a moment of trepidation. I knew I shouldn’t be embarrassed by what I was about to do. Certainly no one would assume a pack of girl’s Goodnites was for me. But still, much like a young husband sent to buy feminine hygiene products for the first time, I felt slightly awkward. I scoped out the store hoping to not see anyone I knew. Once I was satisfied I wasn’t going to bump into a friend, or worse my mom (imagine explaining that one!), I made my way to the diaper aisle. Searching among the packs of pull ups and baby diapers I found the Goodnites. I picked up a pack of Girls L-XL and headed for the check out. I paid for my purchase and made it out of the store without incident. I put the bag in my back seat and headed back to Jane’s house. Then, as I turned onto the street to Jane’s house, disaster struck! Her mom’s car was parked in the driveway. She was home from work! I pulled down the street to the cul-de-sac and parked my car. Pulling out my phone I texted Jane. ‘Does your mom know?’ It took just a minute for her to reply. ‘No! But what are we going to do now?’ I thought about simply sticking the Goodnites in my backpack and knocking on the door, pretending I was there to study. But Jane’s mother didn’t like unexpected visitors and I had never come over to study unannounced before. Looking up the street I had an idea. ‘Has your mom checked the mail?’ I texted ‘Yes’ came the reply I retrieved the package of from the back seat, opened it and pulled out a single Goodnite. Starting the car I approached Jane’s house. Praying her mom wasn’t looking out the window, I opened the mailbox and shoved the pull-up inside. ‘Check the mail’ I texted Jane once I had reached the end of the street It wasn’t until I got home later that night that Jane texted her reply. ‘I got it and put it in the pack with the others. Thank you! I think I’m safe now. See you in the AM’ I laid down and drifted off to sleep, my head flooded with the events of the previous day.
  14. Several years ago I started a story title My Mom's a 'B' that I never finished. I wanted to bring it back. However, having seen many stories 'return' only to be dropped again I did not want to be guilty of the same thing. So I wrote the WHOLE story and have a completed and edited copy. It's huge (52,000+) words making it equal to the length of some novels. My question is this. How should I post it? All at once? A section at a time every few days? Let me know your opinion and I will start posting tomorrow night. Note: I will be changing the title as it can be read as - My Mom is 'AB' which is not what the story is about! (It was supposed to be My Mom is a "B----")
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