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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 1
There was a time when I was about 12 and I loved camping out. I really loved the outdoors - hiking in the woods and looking at the great scenery. I also loved roasting weenies and marshmallows over the campfire. Then there’s the whole idea of being under the open skies a little like the pioneers. Best of all, I used to love the smell of our canvas tent and that just made it complete. That is I really loved all that - until I began wetting my bed when I was about 12.
Now I didn’t wet the bed every night, but it would happen about once a week. My parents tried everything. They took me to the doctor, limited my drinks before beds, they even bought a plastic sheet that went under my regular sheets to protect the mattress. Mom was so frustrated she even threatened to make me wear diapers if I didn’t “grow up.” Nothing seemed to work and I lived with the promise from the doctor that I would eventually grow out of it.
About five months after I began to wet the bed, it was time for our annual camping trip. This time, however, we were going to camp with some good friends of the family, the Fredericks. My parents and the Fredericks had been close friends since high school. Our families always got together for parties, for cookouts, or just for fun.
Now I had an older sister, Fran and a younger brother, Steve. The Fredericks also had three children who were about each of our ages. We were all good friends and liked each other a lot. My best friend, though, was their daughter Sandy who was the same age as me. Little did I know just how well Sandy was to get to know me on that campout. Looking back on the whole camping experience, at the time I was very happy we didn’t all live in the same town.
We left early one Saturday morning near the end of June. The campground we were going to was about five hours away, so we would have a lot of time after we got there to hike, swim, and just play outdoors. The families allowed each of us to decide whose car we wanted to ride in. I chose to ride with Sandy so we could catch up on everything that happened since Christmas. Sandy was such a good friend, but I never fantasized about her in any sexual sort of way. I thought of her as just a friend. Lucky for me.
We talked the whole way to the campground about school, friends, parties and next school year. It was nice to be able to talk to someone about what mattered to me. My sister was too old to be interested and my brother too young. My parents were, well, parents - not really interested in anything that really mattered to a 12 year old. Both Sandy and I were going into our last year at our middle schools - 8th grade! What a blast we were going to have!
We got to the campground just before noon. Our parents reserved campsites right next to each other so we could be together the whole time. I was really excited to be there and wanted to go exploring immediately. But I first wanted to make sure everything was right, so I asked my parents if they needed help setting up. Dad looked at me and must have known what I wanted. He smiled, looked at Mom, and said I could go and “play.”
“Be careful!” yelled my Mom as Sandy and I ran to explore the familiar trails and forests that surrounded the campground. Sandy and I had discovered we both had the same likes and dislikes. Although our families had never camped together before this, we also soon discovered we also both liked the same trails. The trails led to some of our favorite exploration sites.
Sandy and I spent the rest of the day exploring the forest and the streams. We both forgot we hadn’t even eaten a bite for lunch and by the time we remembered, it was almost dinner time. We made our way back to the campsites and found dinner was just about ready. My brother and sister had gone swimming with Sandy’s brother and sister while our parents made the campsites ready for our two week stay.
We spent the rest of the evening roasting hot dogs and making smores. I was quite hungry and thirsty from our day in the woods. As the evening wore on and the sun set, we watched as day turned into night. The stars came out one by one and Sandy and I sat in our folding chairs enjoying the whole spectacular night unfold. As we watched the stars come out, we continued to talk until our parents finally told us it was time for bed.
In spite of our protests, we reluctantly said good night with the promise that the next day would bring more adventures. As I crept into our tent, my sister and brother were already asleep in their sleeping bags. Fran wouldn’t like if I told anyone this, but she does snore and she was doing a good job on this night. Steve was off in dreamland as well, so I had no one to talk to as I tried to get to sleep myself.
As I lay in my bag, I overheard my parents talking with Sandy’s parents. Now like I said before, I never really thought of Sandy this way, but both of our parents talked about a day when they both agreed such two good friends might eventually get married. They said such good friends as children either went their separate ways or got married. They both hoped we would unite our families some day in the future.
Married? Yuck!! I am only 12 going on 13. I haven’t even been to high school yet. What a disgusting thought.
But then I began to have some very strange thoughts I don’t know if it was the night air, or the stars, or what, but I began to think of Sandy in a very different way. Perhaps....no....not her....wait....no....yes....no....yes....YES! She was a girl! A GIRL! And a very pretty one at that. What? Why hadn’t I thought of her that way before.
As I lay there thinking about it, a wonderful thing happened to me. For the first time in my life, and quite surprisingly, I got a boner just thinking about a girl. I got scared at first, then a mixture of fear and happiness, and a lot of confusion. I had boners before - liked when I woke up from sleeping all night. But never just lying and thinking.
So, as I drifted off to sleep, fantasies finally took over. I wanted to dream about Sandy - me and Sandy together - and more than just talking about the night skies. Wow! What a rush. I was never so happy in all my life.
It all came to a crashing end when I awoke to find that I had wet myself during the night and soaked my sleeping bag.
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 2
I had awakened to find out I had wet myself and my sleeping bag overnight as I slept. I was mortified! And this was no mere “wet dream.” This was a full blown emptying of my bladder as I slept. Luckily, it looked as if I was the last one to wake up and I was in the tent alone. How come my nobody else in the tent noticed it? I smelled it and I certainly felt it.
Then I remembered all of my clothes were in the back of the van. Unless I was to come out of the tent stark naked and make a dash for the car, I would come out in my wet pajamas and anyone would notice. What if Sandy was out there waiting for me to wake up? What would Sandy think if I came out like this? To her, I would be the biggest sissy she ever met. I couldn’t go out like this.
As I lay there pondering my position and possible fate, someone began to unzip the tent door to come in. I tried to curl up in a ball trying to hide all of the wetness. I didn’t know who was coming in and feared Sandy was coming to wake me up. Just then, my Mom popped her head in and looked in my direction.
“Finally awake Mr. Sleepyhead?” she asked. “You must have been really tired from all the............”
She smelled it.
“Oh my God! Josh!” she gasped. “Tell me you didn’t! Tell me you didn’t!”
“Ssshhhhh!!!” I frantically whispered.
I knew what she meant and there was no hiding it. I began to cry softly and tell her I didn’t mean it and stuff like that. She gave me a hug and told me to wait. She left the tent and quickly returned with some clothes.
“He’s so bashful,” I heard her say to someone outside just before she came in.
Mom helped me out of the bag, handed me a wet washcloth so I could clean myself a little, and gave me a whole change of clothes. I quickly dressed, but as I did, I was scared of what Mom would do or what she might say. As she gathered up my wet pajamas and bag, she bundled them up and stashed them in a corner. Then she motioned for me to exit the tent.
When I got outside, our whole family as well as the Fredericks were sitting at the picnic table just outside our tent . Everyone was eating something breakfast . Some were eating cold cereal and others were eating some bakery items. It seems the parents were all drinking coffee while the kids were all drinking orange juice.
“Can you believe this little guy?” she asked everyone. “Do you know what he did?”
I hung my head expecting the worst.
“Mom,” I pleaded trying my best to make sad eyes at her.
She waited while everyone listened..........................
“He said he just had to give me a good morning hug,” she said at last.
Everyone laughed as I breathed a sigh of relief.
“He just said he didn’t want anyone else to see it!”
“Aw, mom,” I sighed as I sat down at the table.
Sandy came over and sat right next to me. Forgetting all about my recent predicament, we talked about our day. As we planned the entire day, I caught my Mom and Dad standing by the car by themselves in a very quiet conversation. Mom stood with her hands on her hips and occasionally pointed in my direction. She was obviously upset. I overheard enough to know they were going to make a special trip into town. The conversation lasted about five minutes, but knowing what it probably was about, it seemed a lot longer. I was so afraid someone would find out and I would become the campout laughing stock.
“Josh,” Mom finally called, “come over here a moment, will you?”
I walked over to my Mom and she handed me a large garbage bag. She asked me to go inside the tent and gather up all of the “garbage.” I knew what she wanted me to do, so I went into the tent and put the wet ball of sleeping bag and clothes into the garbage bag, pulled the cinch strings tight, and carried the whole load back to my Mom. With orders to go and have a nice day while she and Dad would quietly clean up my mess, I turned away. after some last minute instructions to my older sister, she and Dad hopped into the car and left. As they pulled out and made their way to town, I could tell by my Mom’s actions she was still pretty upset.
Sandy and I spent the rest of the day exploring the woods. By the time late afternoon arrived, we had retraced our previous day and added a few more “special places” to our list of finds. Sandy and I were both interested in our Science classes, so it was fun to try and name the different kinds of trees and bugs we found. As we made our way back to camp, I had forgotten all about the incident that morning until I saw my Mom.
“About time you two got back,” she said as we arrived at the fireside.
Sandy and I spent another evening roasting weenies and marshmallows for smores while watching the stars come out. But a little earlier than the night before, our parents called us both in to get to sleep. I gave Sandy an awkward hug as she headed for her tent and I headed for mine. As I arrived at the tent’s door, my Mom was holding something in her hand.
“I think you should wear this tonight,” she whispered. “I don’t want another experience like today.”
I looked down as she held out her hand. I could not believe my eyes when I saw that she was holding what looked like a disposable baby diaper.
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 3
“Mom,” I yelled. “No way!”
Mom stood there holding a disposable diaper she expected me to wear. I knew I had wet my sleeping bag last night and Mom had threatened to do this when I had wet my bed at home, but I never believed she’d go through with it. I mean, not here, not in public. I’d be humiliated. Would she do that to her son?
“Lower your voice, young man,” she calmly replied. “Look, it won’t be so bad. Go to the bathroom, take a shower, get into your jammies and meet me back here at the picnic table. I’ll help you.”
“But Mom,” I began to protest,
“Josh,” she continued, “I spent three hours and ten dollars in a laundry mat today cleaning your pee soaked sleeping bag. I thought we wouldn’t be able to get the smell out, but you got lucky. I am not going to go through that again. At least if you wet overnight, you’ll just wet your diapers instead of your sleeping bag.”
“But.......”
“Josh, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. It will be your choice.”
Mom usually got her way and I knew I wouldn’t be able to talk my way out of it. I began to walk to the bathroom in the campground and turned to make one more plea, but Mom’s glare stopped me from talking.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
I got to the bathroom, took a quick shower and got my pajamas on. Then I put my dirty clothes in the laundry bag, brushed my teeth and slowly walked backed to our campsite. I wasn’t sure if Mom was kidding or not and I feared who else might see. I mean, she wouldn’t really make her 12 year old son really wear diapers just like a baby. It wasn’t my fault I wet the bed - our doctor told her I couldn’t help it and I would eventually grow out of it. She wouldn’t............would she? I soon found out. When I got to the picnic table next to the ten, my Mom, my Dad and - OH NO - my sister Fran were all waiting for me.
“About time,” Fran giggled.
“Mom,” I cried, “why is she here?”
“In case we’re gone one night with the Fredericks,” she replied, “Fran will babysit you and Steve. She’ll have to know what to do.”
“Yeah, Joshie,” Fran teased, “I’ll be babysitting the new baby!”
“That’s enough, Fran, “ my Dad scolded. At least one person was on my side.
“Now up on the table,” said my Mom.
Mom patted the table top with her hand. I knew by Fran’s constant giggling what that meant. My Mom was going to diaper me like a baby right there on the picnic table.
“Better do as your mother says,” my Dad said softly.
“But Dad,” I pleaded, “I won’t wet again. I promise. Not my bed, not my sleeping bag, never. I promise.”
“Josh,” my Mom said calmly, “up on the table.”
“No. Please. I promise.”
“Josh................”
“Mom, please don’t make me wear a diaper,” I whispered pleadingly. “I promise I’ll never do it again”
“Josh!”
“Mom,. please....”
“UP NOW!”
Defeated, I slowly got up on the table and my Mom told me to lay down. She then told me to lift my butt and she pulled down my pajama bottoms. She might still be my Mom, but I was thoroughly embarrassed. I began to cry. While still holding my butt in the air, she slid the disposable diaper under me rear. Then she picked up a bottle of baby powder and began to sprinkle it generously all over my crotch area.
“If you do wet yourself,” Mom softly said, “at least you won’t get diaper rash.”
Finishing her powdering, she then pulled the rest of the diaper between my legs and fastened the tapes tightly and securely. Then she pulled my pajama bottoms back up and ran her fingers around my waist making sure everything was nice and neat. I was told to stand and once again, Mom made sure the diaper was securely fastened and my bottoms were up and in place.
“Now,” my Mom said as she patted my now diapered rear, “go to sleep and try to stay dry.”
“Mom,” I began one final plea, “don’t make me wear this. I promise I won’t wet my sleeping bag tonight.”
“You promise?” she asked.
I nodded hoping she was only kidding and I wouldn’t have to wear this thing. Then she turned me around so I faced the tent, patted my rear again and gently pushed me towards the tent door.
“Then don’t wet your diapers!” she whispered.
“Nighty night, Joshie,” my sister cooed.
I sadly entered our tent, sat down on my sleeping bag, and wondered just how my mother could be so cruel. The doctor had told her that bedwetting was normal for some kids and that most children grow out of it very quickly. He also told her that punishment should NOT be the path she follows.
But here I was, diapered like a baby, and ready for beddybye. I began to curse my mother quietly to myself. I thought to myself what would be next? A pacifier? Bottle feedings? Diapers 24/7? Public changes? I suddenly hated my mother. And how could my father go along with it? Was he that much of a spineless wimp?
Then, to my horror, I remembered I didn’t pee when I had gone to take a shower. And it wasn’t just peeing that I had to do.
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 4
“Asleep yet, Joshie?” my sister sang as she entered the tent, “Need a hug, or maybe a Huggie?”
“No,” I replied.
“Well, why don’t you crawl in your bag and get some sleep. If you’re good, I’ll ask Mommy to get you a Teddy Bear and a pacifier so you can feel like the little baby you are.”
“Shutup, Fran. Leave me alone or else!”
She just giggled.
“It’s hard to be a tough guy while you’re wearing diapers, ain’t it?” she asked. Then laughing, she crawled into her sleeping bag and mercifully fell asleep.
I finally crawled into my sleeping bag and tried to fall asleep. Even though I had to pee, I told myself I could hold it - all night if I had to. I was NOT going to do it in the diapers. I had been having such a good day until now. Sandy. SANDY? Oh my God! I hadn’t thought about her at all. Then it all hit me and I just cried into my pillow.
I didn’t know how long I had been lying there trying to sleep, but it seemed like an hours even though it was probably a few minutes. The urge to pee was growing stronger and so was the need to poo. It was starting to get painful, but I tried to hold on. Then I thought I should just get up and walk to the bathroom. Stupid me! Just get up and walk to the bathroom, you idiot! Why hadn’t you thought of that before?
Now the usual practice was for my parents to stay up quite late talking either to each other or with friends like the Fredericks. Most of the time, they would enjoy drinks and snacks, they might play cards or dice games, and just have a lot of fun. I could hear them talking as they sat around the fire. It was just the two of them discussing whether or not they were doing the right thing with me. I wanted to scream out loud “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
I couldn’t take it anymore, so I crawled out of my bag, unzipped the tent fly, and began to crawl out of the tent. I had gotten out and stood up when my Mom had walked over to me.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“I have to go to the bathroom!”
“What?”
“I have to go - bad!”
“Why didn’t you go when you took a shower?”
“I didn’t have to go then.”
“Well, take a flashlight.”
I grabbed a flashlight from the picnic table and started to run to the bathroom. The campground bathroom is a large one with several showers, sinks and bathroom stalls as well as urinals in the men’s room. At least that’s what I guessed since I had never been in the ladies room. When I got to the bathroom, I quickly found a stall, managed to pull down the diaper after ripping the tapes off and made it on the seat just as I exploded. It was a lucky thing, too. I don’t think I could have lasted a minute longer.
It felt so good to finally let go and I thanked my lucky stars I had made it just in time. The diaper was ruined, so after I was done, I stuffed it as far down in the garbage can as far as I could. I was glad, too. No more diapers for me. I learned my lesson. I will never wet the bed again. So I walked back to the tent and Mom was waiting for me at the table.
“Feel better?”
“Yeah. Thanks, Mom.”
“Where’s your diaper,” she asked after patting my rear and finding out I was no longer wearing it.
“I, uh, threw it away.”
“Why?”
“I ripped it trying to get it off so I could, you know, do it in the toilet.”
“Well, back on the table young man.”
“Why?”
“Just in case.”
“In case what?”
“In case you wet again? That’s the whole reason for the diapers, remember? Back on the table.”
“But...”
“No buts,” she answered as she got another diaper.
Mom gave me that look and I hopped up on the table. She put a new diaper on me, taped me up in it again, and I crawled back into the tent and into my bag. I was a bit more relaxed, now, though. I had kind of accepted my fate and although I still hated it, at least no one else knew about it. And so, even though it felt weird to be wearing a diaper, I finally managed to fall asleep feeling okay about everything.
Until I awoke the next morning and realized I had wet the diaper overnight.
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 5
“Josh,” I heard my Mom call, “Wake up and come out for some breakfast.”
“Uh, yeah,” I answered. “Uh, just a minute.”
I wasn’t sure what to do. I knew no matter what I did, my Mom would eventually find out what happened. I had wet myself - and while wearing a diaper like a baby! I cursed myself for having no control over it either. I was embarrassed every time I wet my bed. I was humiliated when I wet my sleeping bag. And now, I had wet my diaper. I wondered, what next?
“Josh,” my Mom called again, “ are you coming or not?”
“Yeah,” I answered, “I’m coming.”
Swallowing what little pride I had left, I got out of my sleeping bag. I realized that I couldn’t hide what happened, so I knew I had to go and face the music, so to speak. I slowly opened the tent flap and made my way to the picnic table. I sat down, grabbed a bowl for cereal, poured some frosted flakes and milk, and dug in. I squirmed a little in an uncomfortable, pee-soaked diaper, but I managed to continue to eat.
Everyone was quietly eating their own breakfast and I felt a little lucky about myself. Did my Mom forget I was wearing the diaper? Maybe she did and I might get away with it. I quickly finished my bowl of cereal figuring if I got my clothes and got dressed fast, I could dispose of the evidence and no one would know. I then dashed to the car, grabbed some clothes for the day, and announced I was going to get dressed and find Sandy.
“Just a minute, young man,” my Mom called after me as I began to dash to the bathroom.
“What?” I protested. “I want to go play.”
“Not until I check you out,” replied my Mom. “Did you forget what you’re wearing? I know I haven’t.”
“Oh yeah,” I lied, “I forgot all about it. I’m okay. You want me to save this one for tonight?”
“I want to check you out first.”
“Why? I told you I’m okay.” I said and turned to head to get dressed.
“Come back here now,” my Mom ordered.
“But, Mom, I promised Sandy we could go out early.”
“Josh” Are you trying to hide something?
“No..........”
“Then get over here....NOW!!!!”
I slowly turned around and walked back towards my Mom. Most of me wanted to just run to the bathroom where my Mom wouldn’t go, tear off the wet diaper, and get away with it. But there was a small part of me that feared my Mom more and that part won out. It was time to beg forgiveness - or whatever it would take to appease her.
“Pull your pajama bottoms down,” my Mom ordered.
“I’m sorry....,” I said as I began to sob, “I don’t know how it happened.”
“Pull your pajama bottoms down this instant!”
I did as ordered bending down to lower my bottoms to my ankles. As I stood up, I looked around to see if anyone else would notice a soon to be eighth grade boy standing there wearing a diaper. A stranger seeing me was bad enough, but I looked in the direction of Sandy’s tent to make sure she couldn’t see me. I would have been more than just thoroughly humiliated. Luckily, no one was stirring yet at her tent.
It was very plain that the diaper was soaked. There was a definite color difference in the front of the diaper. I saw the look in my Mom’s eyes when she noticed the wet spot. I could tell she was a little more than angry and disappointed.
“Well I never!” she exclaimed. “My young man has turned back into my little baby boy.”
“I’m..........sorry, Mom. I.....don’t.....know how it happened,” I said through sobs.
“Honey,” my Dad started in, “I don’t think he should be standing here like this. Let him go and get dressed.”
“Not until I give him what he’s been asking for,” she steamed.
And with that, she grabbed me, dragged me to the table, pushed me over onto the table top, pulled down the diaper, and began to spank me for all she was worth. Squirming and stomping, I tried to get away, but my Mom seemed to have a strength I never knew she had. She was able to hold me in place and even though she was using only her bare hand, every blow hurt as if it was a wooden paddle. Finally, she stopped. Bawling and sniffling, I was ordered to pull up my wet diapers and go take a shower. But I was then told to come back and my Mom would dress me. Looking at my Mom, there was a fury in her eyes I had never seen before and I knew it was not a time to protest.
After pulling up my diaper and my pajama bottoms, I started to walk towards the bathroom when out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sandy. She was standing outside her tent and looking in my direction. How much had she seen? How much had she heard? How could I face her ever again?
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 6
I made it to the campground bathroom to change out my pajamas and diapers. Luckily, there was no one around and I managed to get undressed without anyone seeing me. Since Mom was going to dress me when I got back, I just took a shower, put on my bathrobe, and slowly walked back to our campsite. Fearing the worst, I tried to look strong, but seeing the table set with wet wipes, a bottle of baby powder, and a fresh diaper to wear, I began to bawl like a true baby.
“Why, Mom?” I cried, “why?”
“Why what?” she asked rather as if she didn’t really care.
“I’m not going to have to wear a diaper all day, am I?”
“Why not?” she replied.
“Why not? Why not? Are you serious?”
“Yes, I am serious!”
“But Mom,” I began to protest, “I’m not some sort of freak, you know.”
“Oh really? Who wet his sleeping bag the night before? And who has been wetting the bed for some time now? And who wet his own little diaper last night just like a little baby, hmmm?”
“Elaine,” my Dad interrupted, “I think you’re going a bit too far here.”
“Well I’m sorry,” my Mom answered, “but your way wasn’t working. He’ll grow out of it, you said. He’ll be fine, you said. And now he’s wetting diapers like a little baby boy. Maybe if he likes wetting his diapers overnight, he’ll enjoy wetting and messing them all day as well.”
“Now Elaine..........,” began my Dad.
“No!” insisted my Mom. “I’m going to treat him like the baby he wants to be. I’m sick and tired of washing his sheets every night, his clothes every night, and now his sleeping bag every night! If he likes to wet himself so much, he can do it in a diaper until he learns how to control himself!”
“But Elaine, the doctor said........,” my Dad pleaded.
“To hell with the doctor. He doesn’t come over and do my laundry. “
“Elaine, be reasonable,” continued my Dad. At least someone was in my corner.
“Jeff, we discussed this last night. Let’s do this my way for a while.”
“Fine, have it your way.”
“Dad!?!??!” I screamed.
“Better do as your mother says, son,” my Dad said as he looked beaten. What a wimp, I thought.
“Get up here on the table, Josh,” my Mom ordered.
Knowing I wasn’t going to win this battle, I climbed on the table. Mom told me to lie down while she opened my robe. I tried to keep it closed, but she slapped my hands away. Laying the sides of my robe flat out under my backside, other than my arms still being in the sleeves, I was more or less left naked to the morning air. Then Mom took out some wet wipes and began to wash my groin area. I turned my head away not able to look my Mom in her eyes anymore. How could she do this to me? I began to cry.
As she finished, she took a diaper and told me to lift my butt. I hesitated, got “the look” and then I did as she ordered as she slid the diaper under my rear. Before she taped up the sides, though, she applied a liberal dose of powder telling me it would help me to avoid diaper rash. Then she taped the diaper securely around my waist and told me to stand up on the ground. When I did, she removed my robe and threw it on the table before I was able to react. Mom told me to stand right where I was while she went to get some clothes for me to wear for the day. I stood there all alone wearing only a diaper.
By this time of the morning, a few more people were stirring and walking through the campground. A few adults stopped and stared for a moment shaking their heads as they walked on. A few kids stopped, ran over to our table, pointed at me and laughed hysterically. My Dad told them to get away and covered me with the robe my Mom had left on the table.
I kept looking over at Sandy’s tent hoping all the while she would never see me this way. I was surprised that no one was stirring at their campsite and started to relax. Maybe she didn’t see the spanking incident earlier, but what did she see? And where was she now? Did she go back to sleep? And where was the rest of the family?
“Mommy,” my little brother Steve asked breaking the silence, “why is Josh wearing a diaper?”
I had forgotten all about my sister and brother.
“Because he wants to,” my sister chimed.
“I do not!” I protested.
“Leave him alone, you two,” said my Dad.
“Dad,” I begged, “please don’t make me........”
“Josh,” he answered, “I think it’s best to do as your mother says.”
She finally came over with some clothes for me to wear, but as I went to grab them, she pulled away and just stared. I got the point and slowly got back on the table. As my brother and sister and a few of the surrounding campers looked on from a distance, my Mom finished dressing me, including the tying my shoes.
“Okay, young man,” my Mom began, “ here’s how it will be. For the next few days, you will wear diapers like the baby you want to be. And I will expect you to use your diapers for their intended purpose!”
“Mom.......”
“And if you don’t, we’ll just extend your stay in the diapers and keep you here in the campsite just to be sure.”
“But.................”
“Maybe this way, you’ll get the idea and stop wetting yourself at night. Now go and play. Sandy’s waiting.”
To my horror, I turned to look where my Mom was pointing, there stood Sandy. I don’t know how long she was standing there, but I was sure she saw and heard everything. Mom patted my diapered rear as she pushed me in Sandy’s direction. I stopped, turned around to my Mom with pleading tear-filled eyes, only to be told to go and play.
“And one more thing,” Mom said shouted as I walked slowly away. “Be back around noon so I can change your diaper if it’s wet or dirty.”
I stopped in my tracks, turned and looked at my Mom in disbelief. Then I looked at Sandy who was looking around as if to avoid direct eye contact with me. That I know she heard. I was so humiliated, I just started to run through the woods in no particular direction.
“Josh, wait for me,” Sandy yelled after me as I continued to run and she gave chase. “Please wait.”
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 7
I wanted to run as far away from my parents, my family and my life as I could. And I didn’t care what would happen. My Mom was dressing me in diapers because of my bedwetting. My Dad was backing my Mom’s weird punishment. My brother and sister were making fun of me. And now even strangers and friends had seen me wearing diapers. What kind of life was this?
“Josh,” called Sandy from a distance, “please wait for me! Please!”
I wanted nothing to do with her, either. My newest best friend obviously knew I was wearing a diaper and that my Mom had ordered me to wet and mess myself. What would all of my friends back at school say to me when this news finally gets back to them? How could I ever show my face in school again?
I ran for a good distance, but finally gave out and collapsed on the ground crying hysterically. I don’t remember everything I was saying, but I am sure I cursed almost anyone I was related to or knew well. I kept asking out loud why and why me? What had I done to deserve any of this?
“Not a thing,” rang out a familiar voice.
It was Sandy. She had caught up with me a silently crept up to where I was. She had knelt down next to me, put her hand on my shoulder, and tried to comfort me. Her touch was a bit startling. I jumped to my feet and began to run away again.
“Josh,” she called out after me. “Stop! Listen to me! Please!”
I kept running.
“I know how you feel!” she called out loud.
I stopped, angry as I had ever been, and turned back towards her determined to tell her off.
“You understand, do you? You know how I feel? How can you say that?”
“Josh, please......”
“Leave me alone! You don’t understand anything!”
“Yes, I do!”
It started to come out in a torrent. I don’t know why, but everything I had been holding back just let loose and I began yelling at Sandy.
“Oh yeah? How would you feel if you began wetting your bed and you were twelve years old, huh? And you didn’t know why or how. huh? And so your Mom and Dad just yell at you, calling you names like peepot, sissy, baby boy blue, and all sorts of dumb stuff. Then they start saying they’re gonna put you in diapers ‘cuz you’re acting like a baby. You say you understand? Then they take you to a doctor and he checks you all out asking a lot of stupid questions like have I started masturbating or having sex which might explain my lack of control. And then he tells your parents I’ll grow out of it and stuff, but the bedwetting never stops - how would you feel?”
“I just wanted to say........”
“And then you go on a family campout and after you wet once, your Mom puts you in diapers. DIAPERS!!!! Like a little baby! And then you wet your pants while wearing a diaper, so your Mom and Dad make you wear diapers ALL FREAKING DAY LONG - HOW WOULD YOU FEEL?”
“Josh, I understand.”
I unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped the fly, and pulled down my pants so she could see the diaper I was wearing.
“You understand this? My Mom says I gotta pee and poop all day in these ‘cuz she says I’m acting like a baby. How could you possibly understand anything like that? Just leave me alone! Please go away.”
I pulled my pants back up as Sandy turned to leave. She stopped, turned around and walked close in to me. She put her hand on my shoulder and smiled. Was she going to start making fun of me, too?
“I want to show you something,” she said softly.
“I said go away and leave me alone.”
She stepped back and told me to look at her. She unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped the fly, and dropped her pants to her thighs. I couldn’t believe it, but there it was - the reason she understood so well.
Sandy was wearing diapers, too.
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 8
It was all too hard to believe! Here was a girl I had known for a long time as part of a family who were my parent’s best friends. My new “girl” friend, with whom I had spent a good deal of time exploring these woods, was also wearing diapers as was I. I was being punished for wetting myself as I slept, but why was Sandy wearing diapers? Was she making fun of me? Was she trying to be sympathetic? Was this some kind of really sick joke?
“Sandy..............”
“Josh,” she whispered, “shhhhhh!”
I sat down as she pulled her jeans back up and refastened them. She looked at me with sad eyes, lowered her head, took a deep breath and began to explain.
“Let me see if you recognize MY story,” she started. “About a year ago, I began to wet my bed. At first, my parents were very concerned. They took me to the doctor, had me all checked out, followed the doctor’s suggestions, and even took me to a shrink.”
I nodded. She was right - it sounded all too familiar.
“And then one night, my Mom called me into my room after my shower and told me I could no longer go to bed without diapers. I would wear them until I grew up. She told me she was tired of washing endless loads of laundry and I was wearing out my sheets from too many washings.”
I looked at her with a strange sort of mutual understanding. Here was someone my own age who, from the story I was hearing, really understood what I was going through. I cursed myself for being a little mean a little while before.
“A few times, I woke up with a wet diaper. My Mom started making me wear diapers all day if I woke up wet. At first, it was only on the weekends, but then she started making me wear them to school as well. I had to fake a few illnesses to get out of gym. Could you imagine what the girls might say if I changed into my gym clothes and they saw the diapers?”
I nodded - she was right. I could imagine what she would have gone through and it wouldn’t have been very nice.
“Eventually, I decided to get even with my Mom. I thought of ways she would get disgusted with constantly changing my diapers if she made me wear them during the day. After all, I couldn’t control myself at night, but I did know if I had to go or not during the day. The trouble was my Mom made me use my diapers during the day just like a baby - you know, pee and poop in your own diapers like a baby would?”
I was fascinated. This was sounding so familiar. Had our mothers talked about this to each other?
“So I figured, if my Mom wants me to use my diapers, I would do as she wanted and as much as I wanted. Eventually, she would get tired of changing me and maybe I would get out of wearing diapers during the day.”
“Has it worked yet?”
“No,” she answered sadly. “But then again, it’s not as bad as you might think.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well,” she continued, “I mean, the first time you wet yourself, I mean, when you know you’re doing it, it’s kind of gross. You feel a warm sensation filling your groin area. And you know it’s pee, your own pee? You think, what the hell am I doing? And then after awhile, it gets a little clammy, and depending on the weather, a little uncomfortable or cold. It’s weird. You know you’re peeing. You know you’re controlling it. And you’ve probably held out for as long as you could, but finally gave in.”
“So?”
“But then, it’s a little, well, sort of, freeing. Like you can do whatever and it doesn’t matter.”
“Have you ever pooped in your diapers?”
“Sure. Many times. Got a load in my diapers right now!”
“WHAT?”
“Can’t you smell it? Wanna see?”
“Huh?”
“You can look. I don’t mind. My Mom does it all the time, so it’s no big deal.”
Not really believing her, I wanted to see for myself. She looked around to see if anyone else could see, undid her jeans a bit, pulled them down slightly, and bent over at her waist just a little. As I got closer, I could smell it, but pulling back the rear end of the diaper a bit, I was shocked to look down into the seat of her diaper and see the telltale brown mess.
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 9
I looked down into Sandy’s diaper and saw that she had, in fact, pooped a large load into the seat of her diaper. I was a little disgusted, and yet, also a little curious about the whole thing. What was it really like to wet yourself ? What was it really like to poop in your own diapers? And what was it like to know you’re doing it on purpose?
“Sandy, why?” I asked.
“After a while, it gets easier and easier,” she said matter of factly.
“No, no. I mean why would you really want to poop in your own diaper? Aren’t you just a bit disgusted?”
“At first, I was. But after I saw how my Mom reacted, it got to be fun. I started to experiment with different foods to see if I could make a really smelly mess - you know, one that would gag Mom so much, she would give up trying to teach me a lesson.”
“But you said it hasn’t been too successful of a plan.”
“I know. But after my Mom diapered me this morning, I had to go, so I just did. No use trying to hold it in. I’d just get uncomfortable and eventually have to do it anyway. How about you? Don’t you have to go pee? Or poop?””
“No. Not yet. I don’t know if I can.”
“You will. You’ll have to. Let me know when you do and I’ll help.”
We began to walk towards our favorite path. It was a nature trail that was kind of a popular trail in the campground. I knew a lot of people would be walking along the trail and thought if I got close to anyone, they’d know I was wearing a diaper and would make fun of me. Then I remembered, Sandy was also wearing a diaper. I didn’t feel so scared, but I still was a little self-aware.
As usual, Sandy and I looked for unusual plants or insects. It was a fascinating part of our daily ritual and the two of us really tried to get a new one before the other one did. I was looking at some sort of a new plant when I got the urge to pee. I began to look around for a tree when I remembered I was wearing a diaper. I looked around to find Sandy and saw she was about fifty yards away looking hard on the ground. I thought she must have found some kind of a new insect. But I wasn’t as interested in that as I was in the increasing need to pee.
“Sandy,” I yelled, “ come here. I think I found a new plant and I need you to help me identify it.”
“I’ll be there in a minute. I think I found a ground bee hive here. It’s really cool!”
That didn’t help much since I still had to pee. I looked around to see if anyone else was nearby and we were really alone. I listened carefully to hear if anyone was on the trail close by and I could only hear Sandy fumbling on the ground just a few yards away. I slowly undid my pants, pulled them down a bit and tried to pull the diaper down enough so I could urinate on the ground.
“What do you have?” asked Sandy.
“Dammit. You scared the shit out of me,” I yelled as I hurriedly buttoned and zipped up my jeans.
“Really? Can I look?”
“Very funny,” I said rather sarcastically.
“Just what do you think you were doing a moment ago?”
“I was looking at this plant here.”
“No. I saw you. You were going to pee on the ground, weren’t you?”
I nodded.
“Josh, if you have to pee, just do it in your diaper.”
“No....I can’t.”
“You don’t have a choice. Your Mom will never believe you never had to go between breakfast and lunch. And if she finds out you didn’t do it in the diaper and you peed on the ground, you’ll get in more trouble.”
“No. I mean, I tried and I can’t pee. I tried several times already and I get close and then I just, you know, can’t. I have never done this before, you know, wet myself knowing I am wetting myself.”
“I know. The first time is the hardest. Trust me. It’ll get easier.”
“But I can’t.”
“Trust me, you can’t hold it forever.”
I told Sandy I tried and tried, so she gave up trying to convince me it was easy if I just relaxed. We continued our science trek and sandy showed me where she thought she had found a ground beehive. I looked down at what looked like several anthills, but the holes were too big to be for ants. The I saw a couple of bees fly down and crawl into the holes. Sandy was right - that was pretty cool!
“They’re amazing insects!” I exclaimed. “I never saw a colony in the ground.”
“This is a first for me, too,” said Sandy.
Excited by Sandy’s new find, we carefully walked away from the hive. I had forgotten all about the plant I had found as we continued on down the trail. My thoughts were really on my increasing need to pee. I was in a bit of pain now as well. I was starting to feel sharp pains in my back. I stopped in the trail and bent over just to try and get some relief.
“Kidney pains?” asked Sandy.
“Huh?”
“I said are you feeling some kidney pains? Sharp pains in your back right about here?” she asked again and pushed her fingers into my back right where the pains were.
“Yes!” I cried jumping.
“Josh, don’t hold it in. First, you can’t. Second, you’ll be in more pain. And last, your Mom will just make you wear the diaper until you do it anyway.”
“I can hold it as long as I want to hold it.”
“Oh yeah?” she said with a sinister smile on her face. “Can you hold it while I tickle you?
And without warning, Sandy tackled me to the ground and before I could react, she had my shoe off and was tickling my foot. My God, she was quick. And my feet were just about the most ticklish part of my body. She managed to get on top of my leg tickling my foot with skill and all of a sudden, I lost control and began wetting my diaper.
“Stop, stop, stop,” I yelled but Sandy continued.
“Wet yet?” she laughed.
“Yes, yes, please stop - UNCLE!!”
“All wet?” she asked as she continued.
“Yes, yes, please stop - I SAID UNCLE!!!!!”
Sandy stopped tickling my foot as I finished emptying my bladder. She was right about one thing - it felt gross and I was really embarrassed. I scrambled away, found my shoe, put it on, and yelled at her.
“How could you do that to me?”
“Josh, calm down. Face it - your Mom would make you do it anyway, so I just helped you along.”
I hated to admit it, but she was right. I think my Mom was just crazy enough to make me wear diapers until I wet them, so I really couldn’t be that mad. After all, Sandy had already pooped in her diapers, so we were kind of even - sort of.
We walked back to our campsites for lunch and I reported to my Mom. She had me pull down my pants right there at the picnic table and as she pulled out the front of my diapers, she knew I was wet. So, back up on the table and Mom began to change my diaper. And Sandy was right about another thing - I don’t think my Mom liked the fact she now needed to change my wet diapers. I got a weird, strange idea that I had hoped I could do that afternoon.
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 10
“Well, Diaper Dan,” my Mom started, “what would you like for lunch?”
“Gee, I don’t know,” I replied. “Do we have any chili?”
“As a matter of fact, we do. Would you like me to heat some up?”
“Yeah! I don’t know why, but I have a taste for some. Can you make it like you do at home with the onions and cheese on top?”
“Sorry, honey, no onions, no cheese.”
“That’s okay.”
My plan was working out and I was going to get some chili. It didn’t take my Mom long to heat up a can of the stuff on the camp stove. My Dad, sister and brother were out fishing for the day, so it was just the two of us for lunch. Mom wasn’t eating more than a peanut butter and jelly sandwich - she didn’t like chili, but she would it for the rest of us since we liked it. I managed to finish off the entire can in two helpings.
“My little baby boy is hungry?”
“Mom,” I said sarcastically. “Please don’t call me that.”
“I’m sorry. I guess only big boys wear and wet their diapers. What are you and Sandy going to do this afternoon - start another science project?”
“Sort of.”
“Well, go have fun and try to stay dry at least until dinner.”
I was determined not to stay dry or clean. The chili was going to do its work and soon, I would have a large, stinking load in my diapers that even the smelliest animal on earth would not go near.
I ran and got Sandy and we went back to another trail in search of more animals, insects and the like. This time, we tried a new trail that neither of us had been on before. It led down to the lake shore and we followed the shoreline for a long ways. We were able to find a lot of specimens and plant life that only grew near the water.
But all this time, I was rather disappointed. I never got the urge to poop. Not even a hint. I thought the chili was going to be the thing that would gross my Mom out so much, she’d have to take the diapers off. Sandy seemed to notice I was a little preoccupied.
“What’s the matter, Josh?” Sandy asked.
“Nothing,” I lied.
“C’mon. Tell me what’s bothering you. You haven’t been yourself all afternoon.”
“Okay. Tell me something. When you got back to your campsite for lunch, your Mom changed you, right?”
“Of course. Do you think she’d let me go all day with a load in my pants?”
“No. What I mean is, uh, was she, uh, you know, a little grossed out? I mean, just a little?”
“Not really.”
“Huh? Not even a little?”
“Nah. She told me it wasn’t as bad as some I had done. And to be honest, I have done some really smelly ones that would gag a maggot!”
“You’re kidding.”
“No. Once, I had to spend a whole weekend in diapers for falling asleep on the couch and wetting myself and a whole couch cushion. My Mom was so pissed. She made me crawl around in just a t-shirt and diapers the entire time. I had to sit in my little sister’s playpen a lot, too, and play with baby toys and dolls. So, when she fed me lunch on Saturday, I decided to get even and I ate a whole can of chili. Boy, that one was a real stinker, if you know what I mean.”
“Really? What happened?”
“My Mom got really mad and won’t let me eat chili anymore if I am wearing diapers. I didn’t tell my Mom about it for a long time - all afternoon, I think. I wanted it to be really, really gross. I would sit on the floor and bounce up and down on my butt smearing it all over my behind. But by the time I told my Mom I needed a change, I guess all of the spicy acids gave me a really bad rash, too.”
”A really bad rash? You mean.............”
“Diaper rash. You really don’t ever want that. It hurts. And when you pee, it hurts more. Vaseline and this white cream Mom puts on helps, but it doesn’t always last forever.”
“Oh, oh.”
“What?”
“I ate a whole can of chili for lunch.”
“Well, if you manage to stay dry tonight, maybe you won’t wear diapers tomorrow and you won’t have to worry.”
“What? Why?”
“Josh, didn’t you listen to anything in your science classes? Or your health classes?”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“Well, Einstein, it takes food anywhere from twelve to thirty-six hours to go through your body. Veggies go through pretty fast, but meats take a lot longer. You won’t even shit out that chili until sometime tomorrow. Unless, of course, you get diarrhea or something. Then, look out!”
I sat down to the ground and felt depressed. My supreme plan of grossing out my Mom wasn’t going to happen today. Sandy continued with her story.
“I had the chili on Saturday and it didn’t come out until sometime Sunday afternoon. I spent the next week at school trying to sit comfortably. And some of my teachers are really boring, you know? So sitting through a long, boring class and trying to sit comfortably on a butt full of diaper rash isn’t as pleasant as you might think!”
“That must have been awful.”
“Well, it only lasted about a week. I kept washing myself, putting on some ointment, and luckily, I was dry the entire week.”
I kind of felt sorry for her and all. I guess it must have been painful for her being in that condition. I wanted to do something for her to make her feel better about it, but it wasn’t like I could kiss anything and make it all better. Then I laughed a little thinking that just then.
“What?” she asked quietly.
“Nothing. I was just thinking of something funny.”
“What’s so funny?”
“Honest? I was thinking about your diaper rash and maybe I should kiss it and make it all better!”
We laughed so hard, we both almost peed our pants. After some more digging around, it was time to go back for dinner. I was still dry and clean and so was Sandy. We had a good walk back to our families and before we parted for dinner, we hugged each other. I had never done that to another girl outside my family before and, damn, it felt good!
I was really looking forward to our usual star gazing. That was, until my Mom told me I was going to go to bed early that night. Apparently, all little babies go to bed right after their dinner and bath. Then I heard Sandy crying from her campsite. Were the two of us going to bed early?
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 11
I took my sweet time eating my dinner. But as I continued to eat as slowly as I could knowing what was coming, I saw my Mom was busily getting stuff ready to get me dressed for bed. I saw her put a fresh diaper, powder, and cleaning cloths on the other end of the table in preparation for my new nightly ritual.
I felt my heart sink a bit lower for many reasons. First, Sandy and I were not going to get to spend part of the the evening stargazing together. Second, I was going to be diapered again for the night to “help” me control my bedwetting. And last, I was going to be diapered in full public view right on top of the picnic table outside our tent. I could not think of a more humiliating thing to happen to me, but was soon to find out it would be small in comparison.
Then there was the fact that I was being made to go to bed early that night and to me, that wasn’t fair. It wasn’t my choice to wear diapers all day and since my Mom told me I had to “use” them, well, what was I supposed to do? She would obviously know if I had cheated and didn’t use them. I was sure she was going nuts, but what could I do? All this time, I just sat there seething.
As I was finishing my dinner, I felt a strong sudden urge to urinate. I remembered the pain I went through earlier in the day and didn’t want to go through that again, so I just let it go into the diaper. Besides, maybe it would gross my Mom out and she would stop this insanity. Doing it in the diaper was really much easier to do than I thought. I just concentrated on relaxing and as the warmth of the pee saturated the diaper I felt, well, sort of comforted this time. And it also made me feel a little good to know that my Mom would have to clean it all up for me. But I still did not have to poop, and that upset me in a weird sort of way.
Mom had me hop up on the table and she removed my shoes and socks. The she removed my jeans and I felt kind of funny helping her out by lifting my butt so she could take them off. As she got my jeans off, she could tell I had wet my diapers and started to fuss over me a bit in a way a mother would to a real baby.
“Is my wittle Joshie wet?” she cooed.
“Stop it, Mom,” I replied rather smartly.
“Now that’s no way to talk to your Mommy,” she continued with a strong pinch to my cheek.
“I said don’t do that.”
“Now, is Mommy’s wittle Joshie gwumpy?”
“Stop talking to me as if I was a baby!”
“It’s kind of hard hard not to,” my sister chimed in with a sinister giggle, “when you’re lying there in wet diapers.”
“Did Josh wet his diapers, Mommy?” asked my little brother in a rather excited voice. “Why is he wearing diapers? Was he a bad boy, Mommy? Did he make poopies in his pants? Is that why he’s wearing diapers?”
“Mom,” I cried, “make him stop.”
“Okay, you two,” my Dad said, “you’ve had your fun. Now leave Josh alone.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” my Mom said as she began to remove my wet diaper, “maybe if Josh heard all of this on a regular basis, he might not want to ever wet his bed again.”
“But Mom,” I pleaded, “the doctor said........”
“That damned doctor doesn’t have to do your laundry. What does he know anyway. I’ll bet he never had a child who wet his bed. So, as long as I am your mother, you will wear diapers until you decide to grow up and not wet your bed or now your diapers.”
“But if you make me wear diapers all the time and make me use them, I’ll always.............you know..............be wet.....or worse! That’s not fair!”
“I meant overnight! If you can keep dry overnight, like a grown man would, than you don’t have to wear diapers during the day. But if you wet yourself overnight, you’ll be made to wear diapers like the little sissy baby you want to be.”
“It’s not my fault!!”
“Oh, yes it is! You can control it and you know it! Now, keep quiet while I finish changing your diapers.”
“But..............”
“I SAID KEEP QUIET OR ELSE!!!”
I turned my head and began to cry. Mom didn’t seem to care as she removed my wet diaper and washed my groin area. She continued to fuss and coo as she made sure she washed every inch of my groin.
“Up,” she ordered as she slid a fresh disposable under my butt.
My sister and my little brother watched with some sinister glee and giggling as my Mom sprinkled liberal doses of baby powder all over the part of my body that would be encased in the diaper prison. Then she taped the diaper quite snugly and ran her fingers all around the waist and legs to make sure everything was in order. I began to sit up when she finished, but Mom pushed me back down on the table.
“Not just yet,” she said as she took my clothes and walked towards the car, “I have some new jammies for you.”
She finished removing my shirt and I was lying on the table in just a diaper. I looked around to see there were a few people in a few of the nearby campsites looking our way, pointing and either laughing or shaking their heads. As I looked at these people staring in my direction, I was overcome with a sense of dread. How could I walk around the campground tomorrow and not feel those eyes on my back?
Mom returned with what she called my new pajamas. She laid something that looked like a folded shirt on the table and shook out a set of bottoms she readied to put on my legs. I looked in horror as I noticed these were not like my usual pajamas, but looked more like something my sister would wear. She was about to snake a pair of pink cotton white lace trimmed bloomer style panties up my legs when I jumped up off the table.
“Oh, no you’re not,” I declared. “No way! Get away from me you crazy psycho bitch!!”
Without saying a word, my Dad picked up a large wooden spoon from the cooking gear, grabbed me, pulled me over to the table, bent me over at my waist, yanked down the diapers just below my fanny, and began to spank me harder than I had ever been spanked before. He kept it up for a while as I screamed in pain. Some of the other nearby campers all came out to watch what was going on as I begged him to stop. He kept spanking and spanking as hard as he could and I kept screaming for him to stop. Finally, my punishment was over and my Dad let me go.
“NEVER SPEAK TO YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT AGAIN!” he yelled. “Now, pull up your diapers and get up on that table unless you want some more!”
Tears rolling down my cheeks, I pulled up the diapers over my stinging fanny and glared at my father. Had he also gone off the deep end? and what about those other campers? Didn’t anyone ever hear of child abuse? Doesn’t anyone get involved? Why wouldn’t anyone try to save me? I just stood there for a moment sniffling and staring in his direction.
“Yes?” he asked not really wanting an answer.
I gingerly climbed back up on the table. My butt was really quite sore from the spanking. I slowly laid back down on the table and Mom began to snake the panties up my legs. I lifted my butt so she could finish and off to the side saw my sister stifling laughter.
“Mom,” I sniffled, “Why?”
My mother pulled me up to a sitting position and then she shook out the top. It was a very feminine looking pink cotton short top with an elastic type collar and short, puffy sleeves with elastic on the ends. The whole thing was trimmed in a similar white lace that matched the panties.
“It’s okay, Joshie,” my sister said in an obvious sarcastic voice, “you can borrow my baby doll nightie for a while. I think it looks good on you.”
I sat there on the table crying contemplating my new predicament.
“As long as you want to act like a diaper wearing sissy,” my Mom said, “you’ll dress like one. Now, time for bed. Get off the table and wait here - I’ll be right back.”
I got down off the table knowing there was no use arguing. I stood next to the table for a few minutes crying my eyes out. Mom returned with my toothbrush, a tube of toothpaste, my sandals I that I usually wore at night for my trips back and forth to the bathroom and she grabbed my hand.
“Put your sandals on.”
“Why?” I asked fearing the answer.
“I said put them on. You want another spanking?”
I slipped into my sandals and Mom started to take me towards the camp bathroom to finish getting ready. I tried to pull away and tugged in the opposite direction when my Dad came up from behind and swatted my rear. We stopped and as I looked at my Dad, I could tell this was not a time to argue. Defeated, Mom and continued towards my doom. Arriving at the building, Mom turned towards the Ladies door and I again tried to pull away, but this time she was ready and soon, I was now in the ladies room.
Luckily for me, no one was in there as we walked to the sinks. She squeezed some toothpaste on my brush, handed it to me and I began to brush as quickly as I could. I did not want anyone to see me like this, so the faster I worked, the faster I would get back to the tent. But as I finished, two younger girls walked in to use the stalls. They looked in my direction, pointed at me, and ran out laughing hard and loud. I could hear them as they ran to tell anyone just what they witnessed.
Then Mom pulled out a wash cloth she had hidden in her pocket and wetting it under the faucet, proceeded to wash my face, neck, arms and finally my legs. I felt so humiliated and helpless.
“Almost done, Joshie,” she cooed again in a voice that was really becoming annoying.
As she finished up and I knew we would finally get out, Mom reached into her pocket and pulled our a pink pacifier. She held it towards my mouth and knowing what she wanted, I just opened up and she slipped it in. Holding it in my mouth, I really felt lower that I had ever felt and thought it could not get any worse. But then I saw the door open again. Having no where to hide, I waited in utter terror.
My worst fears realized, in walked Sandy and her mom.
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 12
Sandy and her mom walked into the campground Ladies room as my own mother and I stood near the sinks finishing up getting ready for bed. I had just brushed my teeth and Mom had just finished washing my face, ears, neck and arms giving me a kind of infantile sponge bath. The look on the face of my new girlfriend Sandy as she stood next to her own mother with her jaw open told the whole story.
So here I was, a soon to be eighth grade boy dressed in diapers and my sister’s pink cotton baby doll nightie and suc-king on a pacifier. My new girlfriend (and I suppose I could start calling her that) knew my Mom was making me wear diapers to help me control my bedwetting problem. And yet, standing here like this, I couldn’t think of a more humiliating position in which to be.
“Hi Janice,” my mother exclaimed with a bit of surprise on her voice. “We were just finished.”
“Oh, Elaine,” said Sandy’s mom obviously a little embarrassed, “I, uh, didn’t know you were in here. Uh, excuse me, we, uh, just wanted to...”
“Janice, don’t worry. Joshie here was just getting ready for bed. And thank you for suggesting diapers at bedtime. Josh just loves them!”
I wanted to die.
“Well, I understand him wearing diapers,” she began. “But the, uh, well...............nightie?”
“It’s Josh’s choice. If he wants to act like a sissy, I’ll treat him like one. C’mon son. Or should I say, uh, well, what should I call you? No matter. We’ll figure it out soon enough. Good night Janice. Good night Sandy.”
We turned to leave and it couldn’t happen fast enough. But just as we got to the door, my Mom stopped and turned me around.
“Where are your manners, Joshie? Say good night to your little friend,” my Mom ordered.
I tried to hide behind my Mom. I was starting to cry and having Sandy see me like this was more that I could bear.
“I said say good night!”
“N-n-n-n-i-i-i-ght,” I tearfully stammered almost unintelligibly through my pacifier.
“N-n-n-n-i-i-i-ght? That’s saying good night? Do it correctly!”
“Elaine............,” began Sandy’s mom.
“I’m sorry, Janice, but Joshie here needs to learn to grow up and in so many ways. I’m trying to teach him to be a man. If he cannot learn simple manners, well, I just don’t know.”
Janice and Sandy just stared at me. I could tell they were very uncomfortable.
“Now,” my Mom said turning to me, “say good night to our friends and do it properly.”
I looked at my Mom, tears streaming down my face, but anger behind my eyes. I thought, the sooner I get this done, the sooner I get out of here.
“Good night, Sandy. Good night, Mrs. Fredericks,” I finally said hanging my head very low.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it? Good night ladies,” my Mom said impatiently and we left.
As we headed back to the campsite, my Mom lectured me the whole way back to the tent about my lack of manners. We finally arrived back at our campsite and Mom told me to get inside the tent and go to sleep. She warned me I wasn’t to come out - for any reason whatsoever or else! I knew what that meant. But even though it was still light out, I didn’t mind doing this since I would at least be out of view.
“And you just lie there suc-king on your binky and think about what you’ve done to your family and how you have embarrassed us!” she said in parting as I finished zipping myself into the tent.
I got into my sleeping bag and tried to sleep, but couldn’t. I just laid there listening to my family playing games, roasting smores, and having fun. I wasn’t a part of it and it really hurt. I could not believe the whole thing and wished it was all a dream. I don’t know how long I just lay there, but it was long enough for it to finally get dark. My jaws were really tired of suc-king on the pacifier, but it was kind of comforting.
I then realized that I hadn’t had a bowel movement all day and there were rumblings in my gut. Then, I soon felt an urge to poop. I was scared at the thought of pooping in my diapers, and even though Sandy had told me my Mom might be disgusted by it and that might be a good thing for me, I think I was even more disgusted by the idea.
I didn’t know what to do. On one hand, my Mom had told me not to come out for any reason. But even she couldn’t have meant this. I thought of just running to the bathroom faster than anyone could catch me, but still wasn’t sure if I’d make it. On the other hand, the thought of another severe spanking worried me as well.
Soon, though, the urge to poop became stronger and stronger and the longer I delayed, the more urgent the feeling became. I tried again and again to roll over and get in such a position that I might be able fight it off, but nothing seemed to work. The urge might go away for a few minutes, but then would return even stronger. I fought and I fought, but soon I could fight no more.
And then it happened - I just exploded into the diaper. It felt really weird having a load if poo just hit the seat of the diaper and spread all over my backside. It happened so suddenly that I had no time to react before I knew I was loaded. I was lying on my stomach when it happened and feared rolling over would make it worse. Soon another urge came on swiftly and the urge to pee became very strong, too. Having lost the poop battle, I gave up, rolled over onto my back, relaxed a bit, and just flooded the diaper.
I thought having my diapers changed in public was humiliating. But then being made to walk to and from the bathroom tonight - and go into the ladies room - dressed only in a diaper and wearing my sister’s nightie was even more humiliating. Now having filled my diapers with a load of poop and pee, well, I didn’t know how anything could get worse. Uncomfortable as I was, I just laid back and cried some more and tried to fall asleep. It was going to be a long night. Crying and suc-king on the pacifier, I eventually fell into a fitful sleep.
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 13
I had a lot of trouble trying to sleep throughout the night. I tossed a lot, but every time I did, I felt the load in my diaper squish around. The temperature also began to drop a little more than it had the previous two nights, so the pee in my diaper got colder, too. The combination of cold, clammy pee and cold, squishy poo made it very hard to get into a nice position where I could fall asleep.
But I must have fallen asleep eventually - probably from sheer exhaustion because I awoke the next morning to an empty tent. Had I slept in late again? I carefully got out of my sleeping bag, but couldn’t avoid making the mess in my diaper even messier.
I wasn’t sure what had happened, but since it was morning and my mother would not be mad at me for leaving the tent, I slowly made my way to the tent door. I pulled back the flaps and noticed no one was around either the tent or the picnic table. The car was there, but I couldn’t see anybody. My family who was usually eating breakfast about now was no where in sight.
I sleepily made my way out of the tent and realized it was much earlier than the time I usually awoke, so that explained a lot. But where was my family, I wondered. Then I caught sight of them in the car. Instead of sleeping in the tent, they all had chosen to sleep in the car.
Then it all came back to me like waking up from a bad dream. I kind of remembered people coming into the tent, complaining of the smell, and leaving me alone. My sister and my brother seemed to have complained the most to my parents saying there was no way they would sleep in a tent that smelled worse than a dairy farm.
As I stood there pondering the situation, I heard a car door open. I spun around to see my Mom getting out of the car and walking towards me. She did not look happy to see me at all.
“Well Miss Poopy Pants,” she began in a tone not too pleasant, “are you finally awake?”
“Did you just call me Miss Poopy Pants?” I asked still a little sleepy.
My Mom just stood there with her arms folded in obvious anger.
“I’m sorry Mom,” I nervously replied knowing what she was referring to, “but I just couldn’t hold it any longer. And you said.....”
“I know what I said. I just never expected you to fill your diapers with such a foul smelling load. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”
“I guess so.”
“You guess? You only can guess?”
“Well............”
“Well, we’ll see how good of a guesser you are. I want you to go to the showers and clean yourself up. There’s no way I am going to wash your stinky load off of your behind. Grab your robe and sandals and don’t come back until you’ve cleaned everything. Understand?”
I nodded and got my robe and sandals. Putting everything on, I waddled to the camp shower taking care not to disturb the diaper and its contents. Along the way, I thought about what my Mom had just said about not wanting to clean me up. I was angry she would not see the mess and get grossed out - I know I sure was. Without her seeing it, however, I knew there would be no way she would not make me wear diapers all day again. I felt about as low as I had yet on this trip and hoped it would be over soon.
I got to the showers and wasn’t so lucky this time. There were a couple of older men taking showers and it was going to be hard to hide my appearance. I removed my robe and sandals and the two men looked at me, shook their heads and went about their own business. They soon finished up and left whispering as they did. I knew they were talking about me since they paused, pointed back towards me and laughed quietly to themselves.
I removed the nightie I had worn overnight. I was about to hang them up on a hook when I noticed the panties had two large brown spots on each back of the legs. Some of the poop must have leaked out of the diaper. I took the panties and stepped into a stall. I figured I would remove the diapers in there, wash myself up, wash the panties, and be done with it.
I turned on the water and tried to adjust the temperature. Like all of the times I had showered before, the water was never really warm and I usually took a quick one. But this time, I had to spend a little time washing off my behind as the poop had spread into almost every inch of my groin. It took me quite some time to wash all of it off and make sure it all got down the drain. There was no way I was going to leave anything for anyone else to see.
As I finished washing myself, I began to wash the panties. I rubbed and rubbed, but never seemed to get all of the stain out. I knew my Mom would be angry about that, so I kept trying. I worked and worked and eventually got them to a point where almost all of the stain was gone. You could still see a bit, but it was very light.
Since the panties were wet even though I squeezed as much of the water out as I could, I decided to roll up both parts to the nightie in a ball. If I could put them in the dirty clothes bag before Mom saw me, she might not notice and I wouldn’t have to wear it again.
I collected everything I brought, put on my robe and sandals, and went back to the campsite. My Mom had already prepared for my arrival with some new items for the day including a fresh stack of diapers. I knew this was going to be another day of misery, but today I was determined to get even with Mom for this.
“Are you all clean?” she asked as I walked into camp.
I nodded.
“Then up on the table. Where is your nightie?”
“You mean Fran’s nightie?”
“No, I mean your nightie now. Where is it.”
I pointed to the table and the ball of cloth. Mom shook them out and asked why they were wet. I thought of telling her they fell in the shower, but then she noticed the stain. Looking back at me, she shook her head and I bowed mine in shame.
“Let’s get you ready for the day. It’s going to be a great day - especially for my wittle Joshie.”
The way she said that last part was kind of scary!
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 14
I did as I was told and got up on the picnic table. Mom removed my robe and told me to lay down. She slid a fresh diaper under my bottom while she commented on the good job I must have done getting all the poop cleaned off. She sprinkled a generous amount of powder, pulled the diaper up between my legs, taped it tightly, and ran her fingers around to make sure everything was just right. Then, she announced I needed extra protection and slid a second and a third diaper under my butt and taped those on as well. She told me to stay on the table while she took my robe to the car.
I tried to put my legs together, but the added thickness prevented it. Then she finished off by dressing me in one of my plain white tee-shirts. She pulled me up to a sitting position and stood back to admire her handiwork. I couldn’t believe it when she told me to get off the table.
“Is that all I am going to wear today?” I asked trying to walk with three diapers taped together.
“Oh, no,” she replied, “but it’ll do for breakfast. Now sit down and I’ll get you something to eat.”
“But, Mom..........”
She shot me a glare and I closed my mouth and didn’t say another word. Mom had boiled some water on the camp stove and prepared a bowl of instant oatmeal for me. She poured in two envelopes, stirred it together, and added some more sugar to the mixture. She handed it to me and being as hungry as I was, I gobbled it all up. As I did, Mom giggled a little. I asked her what was so funny and she told me I’d find out.
As I was finishing, the rest of the family was waking up and approaching the table. My Dad walked by and patted me on the head, but said nothing. And then my sister and brother held their noses as they walked by letting me know how they felt about last night. My sister even stopped and swatted the rear of my diapers.
“How’s our Little Miss Poopy Panties today?” she sang.
I said nothing.
“I said, HOW’S OUR LITTLE MISS POOPY PANTIES TODAY?” she yelled.
Again, I tried to ignore her.
“Mom,” sis then said, “make her talk.”
“Mom,” I cried, “make her leave me alone.”
“Both of you girls stop it!” Mom demanded.
“But, Mom,” I continued, “.............wait.............did you say you girls?”
“I said both of you girls stop it!”
“Uh, Mom, in case you didn’t notice, I’m a boy.”
“A sissy boy,” teased my little brother.
“All of you, be quiet,” said my Dad.
“But, Dad, “ I continued to protest, “now Mom is starting to call me a girl. I might have to wear diapers, and last night was sure a nightmare, but I am NOT a girl!”
“Josh,” he replied, “sit down and finish your breakfast.”
“But, Dad...”
Now Dad was shooting me glares and I knew it was time to shut my mouth. It was bad enough to have to wear and use these diapers. It was bad enough a lot of people were finding out about it. It was bad enough to spend a whole night in a poopy diaper. But now my whole family was starting to make fun of me and my parents were doing nothing to stop it. How much worse could it get?
“Key everyone, your father and I were talking last night,“ my Mom said. “How would you kids like to go to the beach by the lake today? We could all go as a family and we’ll make it a whole day affair with a picnic lunch. Would you all like that?
There were hoots and hollers at this announcement. We all liked to go to the beach and I was so sure this would be a nice opportunity to get out of the diapers. I was having a lot of trouble walking with all of the added thickness, so this was really good news. I was so sure I would have to wear these all day and I knew my jeans would not fit over the three diapers. Today would be a great day!
“Well, let’s finish breakfast and we’ll all go. Josh, since you’re done, why don’t you give me a hand making a picnic lunch for everyone?”
I readily accepted this chore. The sooner everyone ate and the sooner we got lunch made, the sooner the lunch was made, the sooner I would get out of these damned diapers and be able to get into my bathing suit. I was thinking of the last time we went to the beach at this lake. It was so much fun. The beach had a lot of sand to just lie and get a nice tan. But the lake had a floating platform with a great slide. My brother and I had a blast the last time we went.
It took a while, but Mom and I made several sandwiches, packed the cooler with additional drinks, snacks, fruit, napkins, and other small items for the picnic. While we had done that, the rest of the family finished their breakfast and wandered off to the bathroom to brush their teeth and get cleaned up. I looked at Mom as we finished packing the lunch and she told me to go brush my teeth.
“Uh, Mom” I said, “are you forgetting something?”
“What?”
“Uh, look how I’m dressed.”
“And?”
“You want me to go to the bathroom? Like this?”
“Yes.”
“But.......”
“GO!”
“Mom!”
“You want me to take you to the Ladies room again? We could brush your teeth there. Is that what you want?”
“No.”
“Then?”
I grabbed and put on my sandals and waddled off to the bathroom. I couldn’t stomp off in anger like I had wanted, but it’s hard to do this with three diapers on. I got to the bathroom, opened the door, and went in. My brother was there brushing his teeth, but so were a lot of other guys, both young and old. They all noticed my diapers. Some made snide comments, a few laughed, a few more just shook their heads and pointed, but all noticed.
I brushed as fast as I could. My younger brother Steve hurried and left before I was finished, but I soon followed him out the door. As I got back to camp, Steve was crying to my Mom.
“Mom,” he said through some fake sniffles, “make Josh stop wearing diapers.”
I was a little surprised, but really happy about this.
“It’s embarrassing.”
Way to go Stevie - you might be a good guy yet!
“Everyone knows he’s my brother and the kids are making fun of me ‘cuz he’s a big peepot!”
“I sank a little lower.
“So, if he’s gotta wear diapers, can you let me go to the bathroom on my own, but make him stay here until I get back?”
“I’m sorry, Stevie,” my Mom said giving him a little hug. “I’ll take Josh with me from now on.”
I knew what that meant - thanks a lot you little brat!
“In fact, Joshie,” my Mom sang, “let’s go get dressed for the beach.”
She took my hand and I unwillingly waddled along as we both went to the Ladies room. We got inside and a few women were in there. The showers in the Ladies room were a little different from the Men's room. There was a little door that separated the toilet stalls and sink area from the showers. I could hear the showers running in the other room and got really nervous.
“Josh,” she said calmly, “it’s time to put on your bathing suit.”
I look at her a little puzzled and just a bit scared. She reached into the sports bag she was carrying and pulled out a one piece women’s suit. I had seen it before as one she wore to the beach a lot. I always thought it was kind of an old ladies suit. It was a kind of an ugly, pink floral print that had an attached skirt. I kind of laughed to myself as I imagined my Mom wearing it again. My brother and sister and I always used to make fun of her behind her back whenever she wore it.
Then she handed it to me. She couldn’t be serious, could she?
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 15
My Mom stood there with her hand outstretched holding her old bathing suit. Did she really expect me to wear it? I nervously took it in my hand thinking maybe she just wanted me to hold it for her while she got out my bathing suit. But then she crossed her arms and stared at me.
“Well?” she asked.
“Well what?” I replied not wanting to hear her answer.
“Put it on. We don’t have all day.”
“NO!” I yelled and threw it on the floor.
I tried to run, but my Mom forcibly grabbed me by the shoulders and held me in place.
“Look here, my little sissy boy,” she said in a quiet but determined voice, “you’re going to pick that up, you’re going to put it on, and you’re going to wear it or else.”
“Or else what?” I said rather sarcastically.
Mom stared at me for a moment and than slapped me hard across the face.
“Don’t you ever talk to me like that again! Maybe we need your father and a larger paddle. Is that what you want?”
By this time, a few of the women who were in the bathroom or who were in the showers but had robes on were staring at the two of us. If I had known better, I might have really put up a fuss and maybe someone would have saved me from this person who was really becoming just an abusive bully.
But I chose a more quiet path and with my Mom’s help, I tearfully put on the bathing suit. My mother and I were about the same size, but she was just a bit bigger around the mid-sections, especially in the obvious chest area. After getting it pretty much on, Mom adjusted the straps so they laid flat. Then she ran her fingers all around the panty bottom trying to tuck as much of the diapers inside the stretchy fabric as she could. Stepping back, she admired my appearance.
“Now you wait here,” she ordered, “while I go and put my new suit on.”
“What? By myself? Mom................” I pleaded to no avail as she went into the shower room.
I waddled over to a corner trying to hide in plain sight. Women and girls of all ages were walking in and out of the room stopping to stare at my sissyish appearance and after an occasional comment or two, would then go about their business. What was taking my Mom so long?
And if it wasn’t bad enough, in walked Sandy and her mother. Sandy’s Mom stared at me for a moment, looked down and shook her head. Sandy looked at me, put her hand to her mouth as she realized who it was, and gasped. Then she began to cry and before her Mom could do anything, Sandy ran from the bathroom in tears. I sat down on the floor and just cried.
“Josh?” someone said in a quiet, but calm voice. I looked up and it was Sandy’s Mom.
“I’m so sorry,” she said quite sincerely, “It’s all my fault.”
I just continued to cry.
“Janice!” I heard my mother exclaim. “All ready for the beach?”
Janice just stared at my Mom.
“I don’t think we’re going today, Elaine.”
“Why not?”
“Well, we aren’t sure, so if we see you there, we’ll see you there, okay? We might have a problem, but we need to double check on it.”
“Oh, a family problem?”
“Yeah, something like that. Look, I gotta go. Sandy is, uh, well, a little out of sorts. I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Well, I hope we’ll see you. I hope Sandy is feeling better. Bye.”
Sandy’s Mom left and Mom offered her hand to help me up. She wiped my tear stained face and adjusted the suit. Then, she offered her hand and as I grasped it, we turned to leave. I had to walk a little slower since I waddled a bit and Mom was a bit impatient and kind of dragged me as we made our way back to camp.
“Ooooooooooohhhh,” my sister sang out, “isn’t my new sister cute.”
“Shut-up, Frannie Farmer.” I said.
“Joshie,” my Mom warned, “behave!”
“Time to go, everybody,” my Dad said enthusiastically.
We all piled into the car and as I got in the backseat, my Mom popped the pacifier in my mouth to - as she put it - keep me quiet. Everyone was going to be happy to go to the beach except me. I was going to be the laughing stock of the day dressed as I was. This trip has been such an eye opening experience for me. I had found out the real personalities of the rest of my family and all of them were just bullies. I hated all of them and vowed revenge somehow.
And then I noticed that somehow my diapers were wet - from the inside. And I didn’t remember doing it.
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 16
As I sat in the back seat of our car between my little brother and older sister, I cried knowing what my day was going to be like. I was wearing three disposable diapers taped one on top of another under my Mom’s old floral print bathing suit. As we made our way to the beach, I had already wet myself at least once without noticing. It must have happened when I was in the Ladies room with my Mom.
There was probably another reason I was crying, though. I didn’t know why my Mom had taped three diapers on me. Was I supposed to experience the triple thickness of three diapers? Was I supposed to wear them all day no matter how much I wet? Was it possible that if I wore them long enough, that all of my pee to have one run over into a second and a third diaper? And if so, would that mean I would wear these all day without a change? If this was the case, I was going to be in serious trouble.
“Why so sad?” my Mom asked as we drove along. “We’re going to have fun today. We’ll play in the sand, we’ll swim in the lake, we’ll have a picnic lunch. It’ll be fun!”
I looked at her with anger in disbelief. WE were going to have fun? Please!
“Oh, I know what’s wrong,” Mom said a little sarcastically, “you’re missing something.”
She took a pacifier out of her purse, gave it to me, gave me that look, and I put it in my mouth. As I suc-ked on the pacifier, my sister pinched my cheek and told me how cute I was. My brother asked my mother if he had to be seen with his sissy brother and could he play by himself. My Dad whistled a song as all of this seemed to go right over both of my parents heads. Seeing that, my brother and sister teased me even more. But they soon tired of it since both I and my parents ignored them.
It wasn’t a long drive to the beach and we arrived ready to “have fun.” My brother and sister ran out of the car and into the water before my mother could stop them. As my Mom called out to them, Dad told my Mom to leave them alone and let them have fun. Then they turned to me.
“Here, Joshie,” my Mom said handing me a toy yellow plastic bucket and a shovel, “you can carry this while your Dad and I take the rest. Oh, one more thing.”
She took out a yellow floppy type of sun hat that little girls might wear. It had long straps that could tie under a chin. My Mom put it on my head and told me she didn’t want me to get a bad sunburn. Then she applied sun block all over exposed skin on my body. She joked that the suit would cover my body in such a way that it might leave a rather strange tan line for a big boy, but certainly not for a sissy boy like me.
I just sat crying more and more in the car while Mom and Dad calmly got the folding chairs, towels, a carry all bag that had towels and assorted other things like a book for my Mom to read and carried them to a centrally located spot on the beach. Dad usually liked to swim and or work on his tan, so no book for him. Finally, they finished setting up their spot and my Dad came back for me.
“Come on, son,” my Dad said gently, “you can’t stay in the car forever.”
“Yeth, I can,” I said through teeth gritting on the pacifier.
“Don’t make this any harder than it has to be. Do as your mother says and it’ll be all right.”
I angrily spit out the pacifier.
“Dad? Do you see what I’m wearing? How can you say that?”
“Son, I know your Mom is being hard on you, but maybe it’s for your own good. Now, let’s not make trouble. You don’t want another spanking, do you?”
“If I have to sit out there in public like this, a spanking is not that bad of a second choice.”
“Well, it’ll be that or a spanking and you’ll STILL have to sit out there. What’ll it be?”
l slowly, I crept out of the car. Seizing a moment, I ran to the spot where my Mom and Dad had set up for the day and sat on the sand behind their chairs. But my Mom told me I had to sit in front of them so they could watch me. I crawled around to the front and sat close to the chairs. I didn’t want anyone to see me like this.
The popular beach was filling up with people even though it was still early in the day. I began to count people as something to take my mind off of my predicament and stopped when I reached about 200 or so. My Mom told me I could play with my shovel and bucket and make castles. Wouldn’t that be fun? Yeah, right.
I had played along for a while when I started to feel rumblings in my stomach. I had never felt anything like this and thought I might just be hungry. But then the rumblings began to get a little painful. There were some cramping sensations and stabbing pains. I told my Mom and she told me it was nothing to worry about.
“It’s probably something you ate,” she laughed, “like maybe that chili from yesterday. I wouldn’t worry about it.”
But the pains kept getting worse and the feelings of needing to have a bowel movement were growing stronger and stronger. I looked at my Mom and it seemed she had noticed my discomfort, but she was also smiling. It was as if she knew what was going on.
“Mom?” I said softly.
“Yes, Joshie?” she replied.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I answered.
“Then go,” she said.
I got up to walk to the bathroom nearest the beach.
“Where do you think you’re going?” my Mom demanded.
“You said I could go to the bathroom.”
“Well, yes, Josh. I did say that. But unlike most of the people at this beach, you seem to be wearing your bathroom.”
“But, Mom, you don’t understand. I have to go.....you know..............poopies! And really bad, too.”
“Then go.”
“You don’t mean.....?”
“Yes, Joshie. Make nice poopies in your diapers. Just like a real baby.”
“No, I can’t....I won’t.......you can’t make me.”
I tried to run for the bathroom and tripped over the damned plastic bucket. That gave my Mom the time to catch me. We struggled as I tried to break free to get to the bathroom on time. Mom had a good hold and I tried to break free, but I couldn’t. And then as we struggled, I lost control and exploded into the diaper. The load was very soft and runny - kind of like a time when I had the flu and had a bad case of diarrhea. I relaxed as I had another explosion filling even more into the diaper and Mom heard the sound.
“There, there honey. Feel better?”
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 17
I had just filled my diaper with a large load of very runny poop. My Mom had just asked me if I felt better - like I would feel better sitting in loaded diaper.
“NO!” I screamed bursting into tears. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“I’m just trying to help you grow up, Joshie. Think of it as retraining.”
“You keep saying it’s for my own good. How can you possibly think this is good for me?”
I wanted to call her an evil woman, a psycho bitch, a, oh, I don’t know what else. I wanted to get up and run. I wanted to run first to the bathroom and then anywhere but near my family. But I bit my lip as I remembered the spanking I got from my Dad the last time I called my Mom a name. Then, I exploded into my diaper again. My Mom heard the sound and smiled at me.
“Why don’t you just play in the sand, honey? It’ll all be over soon.”
“But Mom, why are you doing this? Why? How can you be so mean?”
“I’m not being mean, dear. I don’t want to discuss this further. You’ve been a bad little boy and now you’re going to suffer for this.”
“Suffer for what? Wetting my bed?”
“Partly. Mostly for hurting your mother.”
“What? Mom, whatever I did, I’m sorry. But whatever I did, I don’t deserve this.”
I exploded into the diaper again. This usually followed a series of cramping sensations in my gut.
“By the way,” she continued, “I added a little something to your oatmeal.......something to help clean you out.”
I exploded again.
“Phew - now I can smell you, too.”
Again, I kind of exploded into the diaper. I was now quite full and quite uncomfortable. She put something in my oatmeal? This was beyond mean and cruel. Mom was becoming really weird and now I was beginning to get scared. I didn’t know what I should do, so I thought if I played along, I’d at least be a bit safer.
“Maybe I could help you out a little bit,” Mom said reaching into her carrying bag.
Mom motioned for me to lay down on the towel. I thought she had come to her senses and decided to take these things off - especially when she removed the bathing suit. Then she pulled out a rather large pair of white plastic pants - the kind babies wear, but a bit larger. She snaked the plastic pants up my legs taking care to tuck in all of the diapers. Then, she dressed me back into the bathing suit.
“That should hold it in for a while,” she said in a rather proud voice.
“Aren’t you going to change me?” I asked quietly.
“No,” Mom replied rather eerily. “I understand from a very good source you wanted to eat the chili to gross me out with a loaded diaper. Not going to happen, honey. First, I’m not going to change you and second, you will wear that diaper all day today. That’s why you’ve got three of them - so it will hold anything you can put into them.”
Her words hit me like a knife - ALL DAY? I laid down on the towel on my stomach and began to really cry, almost in hysterics. I exploded a couple more times into the diaper. I don’t know what Mom put in my oatmeal, but I managed to put more into the diaper than I thought ever was possible. I could feel it run all over my rear as well as all around my crotch and into the front of the diapers.
“Mom, please,” I begged.
She ignored me and went on reading her book.
“MOM!??!?”
No answer. After a few more times, I gave up and accepted my fate. The day was beginning to warm up. I overheard a couple of older people talk about it being a scorcher. I must have laid crying on the towel for about 30 minutes and then somehow, just cried myself to sleep.
I don’t really know how long I slept, but when I woke up, I had a sense that someone was watching me. I turned over quickly and saw Sandy staring down at me. Her family had come to the lake after all. They had just arrived and quickly found out where we were. I began to tear up at seeing her. She, too, had tears in her eyes and was being comforted by her mother. Then Sandy knelt down and inched over towards me. In spite of my pleas to leave me alone and my attempts to back away, she caught me, hugged me tight and wouldn’t let go.
After about 30 seconds, I broke down and hugged back. I was sitting up in a loaded diaper, but my girlfriend knew it and didn’t care about it. Someone cared about me and she was holding me and comforting me. I somehow knew it was going to be fine.
“Elaine?” said Sandy’s mom. “We need to talk. NOW!”
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 18
“Janice,” my Mom exclaimed as she saw Sandy’s mom, “you made it!”
“Elaine, this is wrong,” said Sandy’s mom in a quivering voice while pointing a finger at me.
“Whatever are you talking about?”
“You know very well what I’m talking about - putting Josh in diapers like this.”
Turning to me, Sandy’s Mom knelt down nearer.
“Josh? Are you all right? Were you asleep in this hot sun? Oh my, you must have been. Look at this sunburn.”
Standing, Sandy’s Mom returned to my mother.
“Elaine! Have you ever heard of sun stroke? Sunburn? How could you do this to poor Josh? What’s wrong with you? Look at the sunburn pattern. He’ll never live this down. How can you be so cruel?”
“If you remember, it was your suggestion.”
“I never said you should put him in.....in...........girls clothing! And letting him fall asleep in the sun? What were you thinking? Look - we talked about our children and their................er..............problem. I told you what I do, but I never would do this!”
The argument continued and the voices got a little louder. Pretty soon, other people took notice and started to watch. I thought the two women would start hitting each other. Suddenly Sandy jumped up, ran to her Mom and told her she needed to talk to her right away.
“Mom, Mom, Mom,” she said with some sense of urgency, “I have an idea.”
“What is it?” her Mom asked somewhat exasperated.
“Come over here,” said Sandy a little quieter.
Sandy and her Mom walked off to the side. My own mother came over to me, put her hand on my head and started to pet me, like someone would pet a dog.
“Don’t you worry, Joshie,” she whispered, “I won’t let her harm you.”
Now I knew my Mom was losing it. Here was Sandy’s mother sticking up for me telling my Mom that what she was doing to me was wrong, just plain wrong. How could this be harmful to me? But I was starting to have other problems besides my mother and her friend fighting. I was noticing my groin area was starting to burn a little. Had I developed some sort of rash?
Sandy and her mother walked back over to us. Janice warned my Mom that unless she changed my diaper, and now, she’d report her to the authorities. After a little more hushed arguing, my Mom agreed, but only changing the diaper - not the outfit. I was about to protest when I saw Sandy wink at me. Something was up.
My Mom peeled off the bathing suit, but told me she would not wash me up. I was told to go to the bathroom, peel off and dispose of all three diapers, rinse out the plastic panties, clean myself up in the shower, and return to the beach. I was given the beach towel to cover myself both there and back. Again, Sandy winked at me unseen by my Mom.
I dashed off to the bathroom and as I turned to look over my shoulder, I saw Sandy and her mom walking after me. Sandy called after me saying they were going to change into their bathing suits and would join me on the beach. That somehow didn’t cheer me up knowing I would again be wearing diapers in front of my girlfriend.
I made it to the bathroom and like the one near our campsite, this one also had showers. I ran to an open one, closed the curtain, and peeled off the diapers. There was a large plop of runny poop on the floor and I quickly turned on the water to wash it down the drain. I stood there for a few minutes as the water felt so good on my body, but especially my rear end. It was stinging a lot now and I guessed it really was some sort of rash. Then I laughed a little as I thought of me having diaper rash.
I returned to the beach to find my Mom and Janice standing next to Sandy. My own mother was waiting with a fresh diaper and I frowned at the sight of it. What was happening? I thought Sandy and her Mom were saving my ass, so to speak, from all of this horror.
“Come one, Joshie,” my Mom said rather defeated, “I’ll fix you up.”
I laid down on the towel and Mom began to cleanse my groin with some soothing wipes she must have gotten from Sandy’s Mom. Sandy had turned her head and while Mom applied some ointment to my rash and she gently taped a fresh diaper on me, it seemed Janice was watching very carefully. Then Mom pulled out my own bathing suit and told me I could wear that instead.
“But bedwetters need to learn not to wet their beds, so you’ll stay in diapers today as a punishment.”
I nodded in a rather embarrassed way. Then Sandy looked at me knowing I was dressed and smiled. Her mother looked at me again, shook her head, then took Sandy aside and began to talk to her softly.
“Sandy?” her Mom said, “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes, Mom. At least Josh will have some company. And I can keep an eye out for him, too. Trust me - I think this will work.”
“Elaine?” Sandy’s Mom said turning to my Mom. “Sandy will stay here and play with Josh. Is that all right with you?”
Mom nodded, sat down in her chair and picked up her book and continued her reading. I still didn’t know why I had to wear diapers if my friends were keeping an eye on me. Then I saw Sandy bend over to pick up the pail and shovel I was playing with earlier. She, too, was wearing diapers.
“It was kind of a compromise,” she whispered to me seeing my look of surprise. “At least we got you out of that stinky diaper. And if I’m also wearing diapers, you won’t feel so all alone. And I think it will tick your Mom off if you we both manage to stay dry. and even if we don’t, my Mom won’t let anything bad happen.”
I wasn’t happy with this turn of events, but at least I wasn’t suffering in a loaded diaper anymore. And Sandy was a good playmate, even if she was a girl, so I guess it wasn’t all bad. We began to play in the sand together digging and covering each other up in the warm sand. The trouble was the sun was getting hotter and I was sweating into the diaper. The sand that got in was helping my situation, but I suppose it wasn’t helping Sandy either.
We continued to play until lunch time when both of our families decided it was time to eat. The coolers were opened and we all got our sandwiches, chips and pop. Sandy and I sat on a towel enjoying our midday meal when I noticed an odor of poop and I knew it wasn’t me.
“Uh............Sandy?” I asked.
“Shhhhhhhhhhh!” she warned. “I know. Cool, huh?”
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 19
“Sandy?” I screamed.
“Shhhhhhhhhh!” she warned. “It’s part of my plan.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I told my Mom that if she put me in diaper, I could help you out.”
“How would your wearing diapers help me?”
“Well, your Mom wasn’t going to change you and my Mom convinced her that she should. But your Mom also didn’t want to keep you out of diapers. So I thought if I was wearing diapers and either wet or messed them, my Mom could show your Mom how to really care for someone who had a similar problem.”
“That’s the craziest thing I ever heard.”
“Are you sitting in a loaded diaper?”
“Well, no, but...hey! You weren’t wearing diapers earlier, were you?”
“No.”
“But Sandy, why would you put yourself through torture like this?”
“Maybe because I like you, ever think of that?”
“But..........”
“Oh Mom?” she called to her mother.
Sandy’s Mom walked over to where we were sitting.
“I’m sorry. I made a stinky in my diaper.”
“Yes,” her Mom replied, “I can smell it.”
“Could you change me, please?” Sandy said in a mock pleading way
“Of course, honey. Oh, Elaine, could you help me please?”
My Mom came over and both she and Janice changed Sandy’s diaper and redressed her in her bathing suit. I was kind of disappointed since I wasn’t allowed to watch, but I heard the two of them gushing over sandy like she was a real baby girl. The last thing I heard Janice tell my Mom was that it wasn’t so bad once you got use to it.
Sandy and I continued to play in the sand for a while and before too long I had to pee. Sandy could see me squirming a bit and asked me if I had to do a number one or a number two. I told her my Mom had pretty well cleaned me out, so all I had left was number one. She leaned over to me and told me to just let it go into the diaper. My Mom would have to change me then.
So I knelt down, sat back on my heels and relaxed. I was surprised at how easy it was to release my urine and as I emptied my bladder, I started to push out as much as I could. It actually became a little enjoyable. Sandy smiled at me as I finished and I smiled back. Then I also noticed the sand that had gotten into the diaper was becoming itchy and uncomfortable. I called for my Mom.
“Yes, Joshie?” she cooed.
“I, uh, well that is, I, er, um, kind of wet myself,” I stammered. “Could you, er, um, please, you know, um, change me?”
“Tell you what. Why don’t you take off those diapers in the shower and get dressed. It’s time to go back to camp anyway.”
So I took my clothes and headed for the shower again. At least for a while, I wouldn’t have to wear a diaper. As I walked to the showers, I really noticed how the sand was scratching my privates. It was going to feel good to remove the damned thing.
I got to the showers and they were empty. I went to the last stall and as I stood just outside the shower stall, I removed my swimsuit and was standing there only in a diaper. I was hanging up my clothes preparing to step in to wash up when I heard a familiar voice from behind me.
“Well, well, well. Now what do we have here?” said the voice.
I spun around to see Joel Mantess, the biggest bully from our school standing there with two of his buddies on either side of him. Joel was one of the largest and dumbest kids in our school. His buds were also as large. Many thought he was about four years older than the rest of us because of his size, but he was just as old as the rest of us. Joel liked to pick on everyone and no one stood up to him, not even his parents.
“I always thought you were be a real wimp ass sissy,” he continued, “but I never knew you wear a diaper wearing wimp ass sissy. S’matter? Did ookums wet his didies today?”
There was no escape for me as one of his buddies turned and locked the main entry door from the inside. Then Joel and his friends walked menacingly towards me. I tried to run around them to escape, but bare feet in a shower area were no match for their gym shoes. I was grabbed and dragged back to the rear of the room. I tried to scream for help, but my mouth was covered before I could be heard.
As we got to where my clothes hung, Joel reached up and grabbed my underwear and jammed them into my mouth as much as it could hold. Then he took out the string from the waist of my bathing suit shorts and tied them in place. Try as I might, I could not make any sound. I was being held in an iron grip by both of his friends and as I relaxed my fight for survival, Joel bent down and got close to my face.
“We’re not going to hurt you,” he said in a quiet, but threatening voice, “but this is just too good to pass up. Don’t be afraid. We’re just going to have a little fun.”
I was really frightened by his eyes and began to wet my diapers again out of fear.
“So, just how much can your diapers hold? Let's find out!”
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 20
This was not looking good. I don’t know where he came from or how he got there, but Joel Mantess, the biggest bully from my school found me alone in the beach bathroom shower stalls. I had been caught standing there in nothing but a wet diaper and Joel and his two buddies had decided to have some fun with the situation. I had been gagged with my own underwear and forced to my knees by his two cohorts. Their iron grip on my arms and legs was inescapable.
“Now I don’t know why you are wearing diapers,” Joel said menacingly, “and I don’t really care. But there must be a good reason. So let’s have it - are you some sort of a sissy?”
I looked down trying to avoid his eyes. Joel had a reputation for cruelty and he had pushed me a little around school, but I had always gotten away with any serious trouble by always hanging around a teacher during lunchtime recess or before and after school times.
“Maybe you didn’t hear me - I asked you if you are some sort of sissy baby?”
Again, I ignored him. One of his buddies grabbed the back of my head and pulled my hair snapping my head back. Joel was right in my face and asked his question again. The buddy holding my hair moved it back and forth making me nod. Joel smiled at this response.
“That’s what I thought,” he said.
I jerked my head trying to escape the hair hold, but the grip was too tight. I tried a couple of times, but the pain in my head from hair being yanked was worse than getting whoever to let go, so I gave up.
“Well, we came in here to go to the bathroom, so that’s what we’ll do.”
Joel reached down and pulled out the front of my diaper. As he looked down, he sniffed and recognized the telltale odor of urine. He let go of the waistline with a snap and with a hideous grin, reached for the waistline of his own swimsuit. Loosening the string tie that kept his shorts up, he was able to drop them enough to reveal his rather large member. He knelt down in front of me and once again reached for the waistline to the diaper I was wearing.
Knowing full well what Joel had in mind, I began to struggle mightily with my captors managing to break free of at least one grip. Swinging blindly, I caught the other guy in the face with my fist and he also broke his grip. Now free, I began to run towards the door slipping as I tried to make my way to freedom. I made it to the door, but before I could unlock it, I was once again captured and held in place. Joel gave me quite a punch to my stomach causing me to bend over in massive pain.
“Now it’s going to be twice as bad,” Joel wheezed.
Forced to my knees again, but defeated and in a lot of pain, Joel once again knelt down, pulled his member out as he pulled on the waistline of my diaper and began to urinate into the waiting disposable. I could feel the warmth of his pee as I tried to struggle to escape the disgusting episode. Unfortunately for me, it was no use to try as their efforts were doubled. Each of the three took turns urinating into my diaper saturating it with a disgusting mixture. I wanted to cry at this invasion, but also did not want Joel and his accomplices to have the satisfaction of that further humiliation.
Finishing their degrading act, the three let go of me as I landed in a clump on the floor panting from my struggle. Joel bent down as I lay on the floor and warned me to keep quiet - or else.
“Remember, Joshie,” he said in an eerie voice, “not a word or you’ll regret it.”
They unlocked the door, exited and left me to clean myself up. I stood up, still worn out from the experience, and walked a little wobbly to the shower. I peeled off the diaper, threw it into a garbage can, and began to scrub myself. It washed and washed my groin several times before I noticed I still was gagged. Standing in the shower with the water running, I removed my underwear after untying and removing the string. I tried to rinse out the underwear which also was saturated with my saliva, but somehow felt I couldn’t do it, so I tossed them in the garbage as well.
I don’t know how long I stood in the shower, but it was a good long time. Several others came in and used both the toilets and the showers. Every time I heard a flush, I scrubbed my groin again. But no matter how many times I washed myself, I just couldn’t seem to wash away the memory of the experience of being peed on.
After about 30 minutes or so, I felt it all come together in my mind and just collapsed on the floor of the shower in tears. The water washed over me as I sat there crying my eyes out reliving the memory of Joel’s acts. Although my mother had been the bane of my existence on this camping trip so far, fear now crept in and I didn’t want to leave.
It was as my fear reached new heights that I noticed I was alone again. Not wanting to experience another attack, I quickly dried off, dressed, and ran out and back to the beach. I didn’t even put my shoes on as I dashed full speed to my family. I ran as if someone was chasing me. Sandy must have noticed my face and stopped me in my tracks.
“Josh,” she whispered rather intensely, “what’s wrong?”
“Later,” I whispered, “later.”
“It’s about time, young man,” my Mom said. “Let’s go back to camp.”
We piled in the car and sitting in the back seat, I took the window. My Dad had the air conditioner on, but I rolled the window down and breathed in the air as much as I could. As we drove back to our campsite, I saw three figures walking down the road in the direction of our campsite. It was Joel and his buddies. I jumped at the sight and screamed out loud.
“What’s the matter, honey?” my Mom asked as she turned around surprised by my outburst.
“Nothing, Mom,” I lied, “I think I got stung by a bee or something.”
As I rubbed my arm, my Dad rolled up my window stating he had the air on and I should have had it closed anyway.
“Sorry,” I lied again, “I didn’t know.”
I sat back in the seat reliving the events of the day. If I had to pick the worst day of my life, this one topped them all. And the more I thought about it, the more I feared being found by Joel again. I began to shake all over.
“I almost forgot,” my Mom said to me over her shoulder, “When we get back to the campsite, I’ll take care of you, Joshie. Remember, you need to be diapered up again.”
I just put my head in my hands and moaned.
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 21
We arrived at our campsite and before we could eat our dinner, my mother just had to put another diaper on me. For a few short minutes, I had been without one of those damned things on. I had felt free and I once again liked myself. But Mom had to bring me down to earth again. As she diapered me, I shivered with fear and just about lost it when she encased my groin and finished taping the diaper.
“Honey,” she asked rather softly, “Are you feeling all right?”
I nodded, but I was far from all right. The diaper simply reminded me of the episode in the shower. I got off the table and put my pants back on. As I finished zipping up, I looked over towards a wooded area just behind our tent and I could have sworn I saw Joel and his buddies. I shook with fear and ran back to the picnic table as if I was being chased by a monster.
I tried to take my mind off of everything by helping my Mom get dinner ready. It was an easy dinner of canned spaghetti. I got out all of the plates and silverware along with napkins and cans of soft drinks. Every once in a while, though, I would look into the woods and thought I saw Joel peeking through the branches. I would strain to see more clearly, but he would disappear. I wondered if this was my mind playing tricks or if he was really there.
“Josh. Josh. JOSH!” I finally heard my mother say.
“What?” I replied dropping a can of pop on the ground.
“My gosh, you’re jumpy tonight. Are you sure you’re all right?”
“I’m sorry, Mom. I guess I was thinking about............something................I didn’t hear you............I’m sorry.”
“Will you do me a favor?”
“Sure.”
“Go get some water so I can start heating it to wash the dishes after dinner.”
“Uh......now?”
“Yes. Before dinner.”
“Can Stevie go with me?”
“Stevie? Josh, the water is right over there only about 100 yards away by the bathroom. What’s wrong with you?”
“Well.............um...............nothing................it’s just that..............”
“What?”
“Um.............nothing...................I’ll be right back.”
I got the large bucket we used to get water. Dad usually got the water, but he was busy re-tying the tent ropes. The forecast was for possible storms and Dad wanted to be sure the tent was secure. The wind had picked up, so he was worried and wanted to get it done before dinner.
I slowly walked to the bathroom lookinf all around to make sure I was safe. There was a water spigot on the outside wall for everyone to use, but was out of sight of my parents. Most of the time, there were a lot of people getting water, but for some reason, tonight no one was getting water - except me.
I looked all around, afraid Joel would pop out any moment and jump me again. Seeing no one, I turned the water on a began to fill the bucket. It didn’t take long to fill the bucket, and as I turned it off, I felt pretty good about helping out the family, but still a little scared. Wearing diapers didn’t bother me as much as seeing Joel again. Thankfully, he was nowhere in sight.
“Josh?”
I jumped about a foot in the air and yelped out loud. Turning, I saw Sandy. I was thankful, but still little nervous.
“Sandy. You scared the piss out of me - literally!”
“Sorry - I didn’t mean to.”
“No. It’s okay. I’m glad it’s you.”
“Josh? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, fine, fine. Hey, I gotta get this back to my Mom. Can you come over later after dinner?”
“If it’s okay with your Mom.”
“I’ll make sure it’s okay. I’ll just play along. You know, doing what she wants me to do.”
“Yeah, I know. Been there, done that.”
“See ya later?”
Sandy smiled, nodded and ran back to her campsite and I carried the water back to mine. We all ate our dinner and afterwards, I helped Mom with dishes. I was trying to make sure to stay on her good side so Sandy could come by and we could share our nightly vigil of stargazing. As we finished the dishes, Mom called me over, undid my pants and checked my diaper. When she discovered I was wet, she stood there with her hands on her hips.
“Mom?” I smiled, “Could you please change my diaper?”
My mother smiled, nodded, gave me a hug, and told me to get on the table. She got a fresh diaper and went through the whole process of changing my diaper. She washed my groin, applied some ointment to my rash, powdered the area to be diapered, and taped me in again.
I asked about Sandy and Mom readily agreed. We could have a nice night of s’mores and popcorn. But first, I was to go and wash up in the bathroom. This time, I was to take my little brother along so he could wash up, too.
Stevie and I raced to the bathroom with our towels and washcloths. As we arrived, Sandy was also getting ready to do the same thing. Stevie went in first as Sandy and I talked a little outside the bathroom. I told her my Mom said it was okay for her to come by and she was thrilled. We parted so we could finish washing and get back to the campfire as soon as possible. I ran into the bathroom not expecting anything at all and that was my mistake.
Stevie was being held by one of Joel’s buddies with one hand over his mouth and an arm around his little neck. The other buddy slammed the door shut and locked it from the inside. Joel was leaning against the wall near a shower stall. He had his arms crossed and a smile on his face. Where the hell did they come from?
“Hello, sissy boy,” he said in a very unfriendly manner. “I understand you like to act like a baby. We already know you like to wear and wet diapers. Maybe you like to crap in your diapers, too? What else do you like to do?”
“What do you want?” I said both fearing an answer and what they might do to Stevie.
“Nothing. Nothing at all. I, uh, well.......I have never seen a baby so large. I was wondering what else you do. I mean, I know you’re already wearing diapers right now again. What’s the matter, no control?”
Joel was really quite cruel. He tended to torture his victims first, like pulling wings off of a fly. Then, he usually beat them up with the help of his cohorts. But none of my classmates ever squealed on him to anyone. Consequently, he was thought to be an honor student and a real good guy. No adults had ever seen his bad side.
“I was just wondering,” he hissed like the snake he was as he walked over and petted Stevie’s head, “just how far you would go to protect your little brother, hmm?”
“Let Stevie go,” I said in a firm voice, “and I’ll do whatever you want.”
“I’m sure you will whether I let him go or not. But I think you’ll be sure to do it if I hold on to, what’s his name, Stevie? Yes, I’m not letting go of my insurance policy.”
I was starting to blow up a bit. Humiliate me, okay. But threaten to harm Stevie? Bring it on, pal.
Joel motioned for me to come over to him. As I did, his other buddy came up from behind me. Joel motioned for me to kneel and his buddy pushed me to my knees. I was now facing Joel’s crotch. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. He liked to wear white BVDs and I could make out his large member getting stiff.
“I saw you suc-king on a pacifier earlier at the beach today as you sat in your Mommie’s car. Maybe you’ll like suc-king on something better for a change, hmm?”
As his friends laughed, he dropped his underwear revealing his massive tool.
“Just how much do you like your little brother, sissy boy?”
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 22
I was on my knees before Joel. He had dropped his pants and underwear revealing his massive tool. He began stroking himself just to get it started. Poor little Stevie was behind me struggling to free himself from one of our captors. Another of Joel’s cohorts stood behind me getting ready to help me give Joel a real sissy blow job.
I fully knew what was expected of me at this point and knew I had very few options. I never, never before even dreamed of having anyone’s dic-k in my mouth. And so here was Joel, laughing a little and fully expecting me to willingly take his member into my mouth. I am supposed to lick, slobber and suc-k until he shot a full load and swallow it all down. And everyone in the place knew it.
“Now, sissy boy,” Joel said quietly, “take my dic-k like a good little sissy should.”
I looked up at him with a hate I had never felt before. He was threatening Stevie and expecting me to submit to his will. It was now or never. There was no way I was going to let him or anyone else harm Stevie. I tensed my arm, bit my lip, opened my mouth a little, and as Joel and his buddy laughed in anticipation of my sissy defeat, I elbowed back and into his buddy’s groin catching him square in his scrotum. As he doubled over in pain, I swung forward catching Joel in a similar place before he could protect himself.
Both of these guys were now on the floor writhing in pain. I guess Stevie caught on quick because as I turned to help him, Joel’s last buddy screamed in pain as Stevie bit hard the hand covering his mouth. Letting go of Stevie was his first mistake. Underestimating how swiftly Stevie can kick was his second mistake. But not covering his balls was his last mistake as Stevie kicked and kicked hard catching the guy flush in the groin.
I looked back at Joel who was starting to recover and get to his feet. He was screaming something about kicking the shit out of me, now I was in for it, I’ll get you and stuff like that. Stevie and I realized we didn’t have much time, so we quickly ran to the door, unlocked it and ran outside.
We hadn’t gotten very far when Joel caught up and tackled me to the ground. One of his buddies, still staggering a little, caught Stevie. As he tried to muffle Stevie, I could hear both of them shouting in pain as a fight for survival was ongoing. Joel was pummeling my head and neck while I tried to cover my face as I lay on my stomach. Soon, his other buddy joined in and although he was also in pain, was able to kick me a few times.
“COOL!” I suddenly heard Stevie shout.
Joel stopped his pounding of my back long enough to turn to see why Stevie shouted. Then I felt Joel fly off of my back as someone or something hit him hard. I heard a definite cry of pain from Joel. Free from my tormentor, I was now able to turn and see what was going on and what met my eyes was just too scary to be true.
Three large eighth grade boys surrounded a petite girl named Sandy. Fearing for her safety, I was about to leap to her rescue when as fast as her legs and arms could fly, the three bozos lay on the ground. As fast as they got up, each of them in turn were smacked back down. Almost as soon as the fight began, it was over. Three tough guys lay flat after being bested by a girl half their size. It was like watching a small female version of Steven Segal kicking the crap out of the bad guys.
“Are you all right?” she asked me finally making her way over to me.
“Never better, I replied as we hugged. “Stevie?”
“That was the coolest thing ever,” he cried as he jumped up and down hugging Sandy.
Joel and his buddies staggered to their feet and after a menacing look our way, they thought better of it and fled. Sandy explained she was a black belt in karate. She had been taking lessons since she was about five years old and this was the first time she had a real opportunity to use it. She also said she never even thought about what she was doing since it looked like time was short. But now, she was shaking like a leaf in the wind.
I was sitting on the ground shaking as well. I had almost been forced to perform oral sex on the biggest bully in my school. With some quick thinking and some luck, we had escaped. And I had also found out my newest and bestest friend was a black belt in karate. How lucky could I get? But I also wondered how long my luck would hold out.
The guys who attacked us hadn’t been caught and we all thought no one would believe us. Maybe it was our fear speaking louder than our senses, but bullies have a tendency to not just get mad - they just got even - or worse. If we told on them and they were caught, maybe they would get punished. But if they weren’t punished or no one could prove what they tried to do to my brother and me, they might do worse to us if they found us alone again.
There was a brief argument and I convinced Sandy and my brother to say nothing. I was probably more fearful of Joel and his buddies taking it out on those I knew than I was of him getting even with me. I guess I was just trying like hell to protect my family and friends.
As I sat on the ground, my fear suddenly got the better of me. I soon realized I was wetting my diapers uncontrollably and still shaking. As I finished, I stood up, grabbed my brother and took Sandy’s hand and the three of us went back to the campsite. As we walked, I was sure someone was watching us.
We got back to the campsite explaining our delay was due to a crowd in the bathrooms. I also asked my mother to change my diaper once again. She readily agreed and soon Sandy, my brother and I were sitting in our folding chairs watching the stars come out, but no one was really paying attention. We were all strangely quiet and I could only attribute it to the events of the evening.
It was quite some time before any of us said anything. During that time, I thought of nothing but Joel’s dic-k in my mouth. Each time that disgusting image popped in my head, I shuddered. When our parents finally told us it was time for bed, I finally noticed my diaper was soaked again. This was not as disturbing as the nightmare images of Joel and his cohorts, but my not noticing wetting them was just a bit unnerving.
For some reason, I looked out into the darkness and thought I made out the shadows of three figures about a hundred yards in the distance. These three figures did not move and also looked as if they were watching our camp. I could feel the hairs on my arms and neck standing on end and I curled up into a ball in the chair. I watched them for a while saying nothing to anyone else. The figures moved back and forth like they were pacing or waiting for something. But I was convinced there were three of them and thought I knew who they must be.
We all readied for bed and Mom allowed me to wear my own jammies. I was, however, diapered for the night - for my own good, as Mom put it. As I made my way to the tent, I looked one more time in the direction of the three figures, but saw nothing. They were gone.
This was going to be a long night.
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 23
I barely slept all night. Every time I would almost fall asleep, I would hear a rustle outside the tent and would be jolted upright and wide awake. I was convinced someone was outside the tent waiting for an opportune moment. From time to time, I thought I would hear a voice whispering, but I could never make out what was being said. I tried to tell myself it was all my imagination, but it all seemed so real.
I watched the hours crawl by on my watch. Every once in a while, after another sound, I would check my watch and about only ten or fifteen minutes passed. The night inched on in the darkness. I think it was about three in the morning that I felt myself drifting off to sleep a little. Then, with a jolt, another sound from outside the tent. I checked my watch and it was almost five thirty in the morning. I felt pretty good sensing I had gotten about ninety minutes of sleep, but now there was a feeling of really needing to pee.
It was just beginning to get light outside, so I decided to get out and walk to the bathroom. I thought it would be a good idea and my Mom would be proud of me since I was still dry. Maybe, just maybe I would finally be able to get out of these diapers for at least the day, so I slowly and carefully got out of my sleeping bag. I made my way to the tent door, slowly unzipped the flap, and made my way outside with my sandals.
I looked into the direction of the bathroom. In spite of the lights all over the place, campgrounds also take pride in being natural looking, so it was still dark in many areas. But I knew the path to the bathroom quite well, so I didn’t take a flashlight with me and I don’t think it would have made a difference if I had. I should have just walked over to a tree and peed there, but I didn’t.
I was about halfway to the bathroom when I heard a loud rustle in the woods near the path. I thought I was going to see a large animal or something, and in a way, I was right. It was Joel and his buddies. Before I could let out a scream, I was kicked hard in the groin. In spite of being diapered and padded in that area, it still caught me pretty good and down I went. They jumped me, shoved some kind of cloth in my mouth, taped it in with duct tape, and managed to tie my hands behind my back. It all happened so fast, I had no time to react.
I was pulled to my feet and led into the forest off the path area. We must have walked for about ten minutes before we stopped. I could no longer hold my pee and since being kicked in the balls, I had kind of lost control anyway, so I let it go into the waiting diaper. I really had no choice. I really didn’t think these guys would let me use a toilet anyway diapered as I was.
We eventually got to where they wanted to take me. It was not an unusual place in the forest. Except for the fact we were off the path and out of the way, it was just a place with a few fallen trees and thick forest floor vegetation. However, it was also quite secluded and this really scared me.
I was knocked to the ground, my sandals removed, and my pajama bottoms stripped off and thrown to the side. I lay there only in my top and diapers. Once again, Joel kicked me in the groin sending shooting pains throughout my body.
“That’ll teach you to hit me in the balls,” he said rather breathlessly. “I suppose you think you’re pretty cute, huh? Too bad your girlfriend isn’t around to protect you.”
I tried to squirm away only to be pulled back. Being gagged and tied and mostly still in pain didn’t give me a lot of strength, but I also thought I was going to be fighting for my life.
“You have been a bad sissy boy,” Joel said as he kneeled next to me. “And bad sissy boys usually get a spanking when they’ve been bad.”
His buddies grabbed me and pulled me to my feet. They dragged me over to a fallen log and bent me over it at my waist leaving my diapered butt in the air. I was being held in place by the two bullies while Joel began to inspect my diaper.
“My, my,” he said sarcastically, “aren’t we just a bit wet. Don’t worry. I’ll save you diaper for you. Wouldn’t want you to miss a being able to wear your wet diaper.”
Joel pulled my diaper down a bit to expose my naked fanny. He slapped it a few times in a mock spanking. Then, I heard him removing his belt. I tensed up expecting the worst and Joel did not disappoint. He wailed on my rear with his wide belt as I jumped and tried to get away from this punishment. However, his buddies had me held to tightly.
“That was for hitting me in the balls,” Joel panted as he finished. “This next thing is for being a sissy. We can give you what you deserve.”
He walked around in front of me so I could see what was coming. He unzipped his pants and dropped them to the ground. Then, he removed both his pants and underwear. Joel had a large member and I had seen it twice already. But this time, he didn’t want me to suc-k his dic-k and he wasn’t going to piss in my diaper. I feared what was going to happen next wasn’t going to be memorable in a nice way.
Joel reached for his pants, pulled out his wallet, opened it, and took out a small square package. Recognizing a condom, I really tried to get away knowing what was happening. As I squirmed, one of his buddies slapped my rear really hard and I stopped trying to get away. I look on in horror as Joel finished removing the condom from the wrapper.
“Have no fear, sissy boy,” Joel said, “I practice safe sex.”
I watched him unroll the condom over his growing member and then he disappeared behind me. As his buddies laughed sinister, quiet laughs, Joel began playing with my rear. First, he rubbed my still stinging fanny and gently spread my butt cheeks. I soon felt his member pushing against my hole and I jumped in a reflex action.
Try as I might, I could not move and Joel kept pushing and pushing. He tried and tried, but he could not get in. Angrily, he removed my diaper the rest of the way and kicked my legs out wider. I tensed up in anticipation and he began to try again. Frustrated, he slapped my rear and in what seemed one desperate final push, he finally managed to get his member past my sphincter and as he pushed all the way inside me, I sobbed in defeat.
Finally bottoming out inside me, Joel began a pumping motion. He moved slowly at first, and then with a quickening tempo, in and out, in and out. I felt as though I was being split in two. I was screaming hard, but the gag kept anyone or anything from hearing my pleas for help. Joel kept it up for a few minutes and I knew he was climaxing when he quickened the pace and finally gave me several hard final thrusts.
He stopped pumping me, but stayed in for a minute or so more as he petted my rear. Finally, he withdrew and my rear end could relax. I felt my sphincter sting from being stretched and was I glad it was over.
I was still being held in place by his two buddies as Joel walked back in front of me. He held up my head so I could see him remove his condom. He carefully rolled it up, pulled out a plastic bag, and placed it inside like he was just throwing out garbage.
“Now, I practice safe sex,” he said coldly, “but these guys don’t.”
He looked at his buddies and smiled. He took the place of one of them as he grabbed me and held me in place.
“He’s all greased up for you guys. Have some fun. Smile, sissy boy, and enjoy it.”
His two buddies each took turns pumping my rear. Each climaxed deep inside of me leaving a load of creamy goo inside before they withdrew. As they finished, I was physically spent and just lay on top of the log. Joel’s two friends once again held me down after they finished dressing. Joel reached inside of his pocket and fished out a thin, white paper covered package. I had two females living in our house and had seen these before. I recognized it at once as a tampon.
I screamed no, no, no as Joel slowly removed the paper wrapper. He walked behind me and I could feel him insert the tampon into my rear, push it in as far as it would go, and withdraw the applicator leaving the tampon securely inside my rectum. The, he shoved two more inside. Then I was rediapered with my used, wet diaper which was cold and clammy by now. The they put my pajama pants back on me and released their grip. The tape was removed, the gag pulled out of my mouth, and my hands untied.
I fell to the ground in a lot of pain from my humiliating experience. As I tried to get up, Joel shoved me back down and while holding me in place, got close to my face.
“Whisper one word of this,” he warned, “and you’ll never see it coming. It might be you, or worse, your brother, or someone else you know and like. Karate can’t stop a speeding car or a bullet.”
I began to shake from fear. I knew he meant it and it would be hard to prove what happened. And in my shame, I didn’t want to admit to being raped by these bullies for fear of what they might do in retribution.
“See you around, sissy boy.”
After they left, I rolled over and just cried.
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 24
I lay on the ground for quite a while crying. It had already started off to be one hell of a day with Joel and his buddies having fun reaming my virgin rear end. I had never had anything in my rear end like that before and never wanted anything in there ever again. Then they also left me a nice present of creamy goo inside me and no matter what, there was no way I was going to easily remove that. I lay on the ground crying in shame and thinking all sorts of strange and weird thoughts.
I finally regained my senses and rolled to sit before standing up to leave. I could now really feel the tampons up in my rear end and wondered just how I would get them out. I got up and tried to walk to the bathroom figuring I could get there, wash up and at least try to push them out naturally - like pooping them out. It felt as if I had to poop anyway, so I needed to hurry. As I began walking, I had some trouble after receiving that thorough reaming, so it wasn’t easy.
I wobbled along a strange path trying to remember just how I got there. There really was no path, but the ground had been trampled and it was now a little lighter out, so seeing where to go wasn’t difficult. The day was starting to dawn, there was a little coolness in the air, and I heard a few birds singing. The naturalness of it all hit me funny and I started to cry again.
I made it out of the woods and saw I was only about 25 yards from the bathroom. I continued to wobble towards the bathroom and made it into the brightly lit room. Squinting from the bright lights, I made it into a stall, pulled down my pajama bottoms, ripped off the diaper, and sat down on the toilet seat. I concentrated on relaxing figuring I could push out the tampons, but it was more difficult than I thought.
I finally managed to push one out and heard it plop in the water. I stood up to examine it and saw it floating around. Looking at it and knowing how it got there made me throw up. I flushed everything down and sat back down knowing there were two more to push out. I didn’t want them in there, but I didn’t want to get rid of them either. I just wanted it all to be a dream and I wouldn’t have to worry about any of it.
It took a while, but I eventually relaxed enough to allow my body to evacuate the invaders. But there would never be an evacuation of the memory of Joel and his buddies inside me and filling me their vile sperm. I didn’t have to pee or poo any more, so I decided to take an early shower and would tell my Mom I couldn’t sleep anymore and decided to just get up and start the day.
As I turned on the water, I felt a warm spray envelop my body. It was only about six thirty in the morning, so I was probably one of the first to take a shower. I guess all of the hot water is only available to the early risers. I jumped when I heard another shower turn on as another camper was taking an early morning opportunity to get some of the precious warmth. I didn’t know or care who it was, but anyone in the bathroom made me scared, so I turned off the water and prepared to get out.
I had no towel to dry off, so I stood stark naked near the air dryer and turned the nozzle in an attempt to finish myself. It wasn’t perfect, but I did manage to get dry enough to get dressed back into my pajamas and headed back to camp. My rear end still felt very sore, but at least I didn’t have any more tampons invading my body. And yet, with every step, I could still feel those guys violating my rear and I continued to shiver.
I made it back to camp and everyone was still asleep. I sat at the table waiting for someone - anyone - to wake up. As I sat there, I relived our whole trip to date and it was not a happy thought. It all began with my wetting my sleeping bag and now I had been raped by three classmates. The terrible turn of events on this vacation was more than frightening, it was devastating. I had to pull through somehow, but wasn’t confident I’d really make it. The rustling of the tent flap interrupted my thoughts and my mother finally emerged.
“Josh!” she said in a surprised voice. “Where have you been.”
“Uh......I woke up early and couldn’t go back to sleep,” I sheepishly replied, “so I went to the bathroom and took a shower already.”
“My, you are certainly an eager beaver. Where’s your diaper from last night?”
“Oh,” I began to lie, “I, uh, was, uh dry and when I went to take a shower, I just rolled it up and threw it away.”
“Go get it. I want to see for myself.”
“Go get it?”
“Yes. Unless you’re lying and actually wet yourself overnight again.”
“No, no. I was really dry, Mom. Honest!”
“Then go get the diaper and prove it. Otherwise, let’s get you diapered up for the day. Liars deserve to be punished, to.”
“Aw, Mom, I’m not lying. I was dry. I was really dry. I just don’t remember which trash can I threw it in. I might not be able to find it.”
“Then up on the table, Josh.”
Knowing I could never prove it, I stood up to get on the table. But Mom pulled out a large spoon and told me I would first get a spanking for lying. She bent me over the table and gave me my second spanking of the morning. I wailed and cried, but not really from the spanking. My life was becoming worse and worse by the minute and I felt there was nothing I could do to stop it.
After Mom finished, I climbed on the table and was properly diapered for the day. I finished getting dressed in clothes my Mom brought and then helped her get the breakfast ready. As I walked to and from the car with food items, I began to notice my rear was feeling a little slimy. It dawned on me that it must be some creamy goo leaking out from my bowels. Remembering what had happened, I walked over to a tree and threw up again.
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 25
Camping was no longer any fun for me. It was only a few days into our trip and already mid-morning and I was pretty tired and depressed. I was sitting at the picnic table sulking over the events of the trip so far. As for the day, breakfast was over, dishes were done, things put away, and the campsite cleaned. Yet, there was not a lot to look forward to do. Sandy came by and started asking me to go looking for more scientific discoveries. My mind was elsewhere and I found her annoying. What she wanted to do was just not exciting anymore.
“C’mon, Josh” Sandy urged excitedly, “it’ll be a lot of fun today. I found a new place to try.”
“Nah,” I lied, “I’m not feeling good.”
“But this will make you feel better.”
“If you don’t mind, I just want to hang around here.”
“But Josh...............”
“My family is going into town to get a few groceries and I guess I’m supposed to go to your Mom if I need anything. They’re supposed to be back in about an hour or so. My Mom told me she’d change my stinky diaper when she got back.”
“So, let’s go exploring.”
“No, I’m just not feeling up to it.”
“Josh,” she said softly as she put her arm around me, “what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I lied again, “I just want to be left alone.”
“Come on. Tell me. We’ve gotten to be close a little, right?”
“I guess.”
“Then tell me what’s bothering you.”
“Nothing, I said. Not one damn thing. Now, can’t you just leave me alone?”
I walked away from her towards the tent. I opened up the flap and crawled inside. As I turned around to zip up the door, Sandy leapt inside. She eyed me up and down as I sat back in a bit of a shock. Then she turned, zipped up the flap and turned back towards me.
“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong,” she whispered. “Let me be a friend. I can listen. Is it the diapers? Is it the bedwetting? Level with me. I have never seen you so down and I know there’s something wrong, so out with it!”
I sat in silence for a few minutes and then began to tell her the whole story of the past two days. I left nothing out. As I let it all out, I tried as best I could not to cry. I was humiliated and ashamed by the whole affair, but somehow felt telling someone finally allowed me to live with stuff. Sandy listened and did not say a word.
When I finished my tale, she hugged me as tight as anyone has ever hugged me before. I just lost it, broke down and cried and cried. Sandy held me and rocked back and forth as she continue to tell me everything was going to be fine. I really didn’t believe her, but I hugged back and continued to cry as she continued to hold me. Sandy tried over and over to soothe me with reassuring words, but nothing seemed to help. Eventually, my crying subsided and we just held each other.
“We have to tell someone,” she finally said. “What they did to you is a crime”
“No,” I stated emphatically, “we can’t tell anyone. The last thing Joel said to me was that if I told anyone, he and his buddies would hurt everyone I know and love. It might be a member of my family like Stevie or my Mom. He even said a karate chop couldn’t stop a car.”
“What???”
“Yeah! No shit!”
“Look. He can’t stop the law. It’s got to be on your side. Please, let’s go tell my parents. Maybe my Dad can tell you what to do.”
“No. I mean it. I don’t want anyone else to know. Let’s just forget it.”
“Josh.....”
“Sandy, I love you and all, but let’s just leave it alone, okay?”
“What?”
Suddenly, I realized what I had said. I couldn’t take it back. It was out there and I didn’t really know what I meant by it, but I was sure Sandy had heard it from the smile on her face. Before I could say another word, Sandy jumped on top of me and began kissing me. These were no ordinary kisses like kissing Mom goodnight or Grandma hello or goodbye. These were all over my face kisses.
I fell backwards and Sandy was all over me. I tried to fight her off, but a part of me also wanted to just let her go. The truth was, I was really enjoying myself. I had never been kissed by a girl like this before. To tell the truth, she was like an animal. It was as if she had been holding back and the dam had burst.
And then we heard car doors slam. We quickly straightened the inside of the tent and opened the flap. As we both emerged from the tent, a little messy from all of the physical activity of the past thirty minutes, we were met with suspicious and disapproving eyes from members of my family.
“What were you two doing in the tent?” my mother demanded.
“Nothing,” we lied, “we were, uh, straightening the inside. Stuff like that.”
But my parents said they didn’t believe us and both began to question us endlessly. Eventually, we broke down and said we were just kissing. My parents said they still didn’t believe us and sent Sandy back to her parents with the warning they would soon be by to explain what had gone on.
After Sandy left, I got the yelling of my life. I was accused of all sorts of brutal sexual acts and that our family was now open to all sorts of lawsuits, criminal charges and such. My Dad did most of the yelling, but Mom got in her fair share as well. Every time I tried to respond, I was told to shut up and sit still.
Then my Mom ordered me to bend over the table and as she held me in place, my father pulled down my pants to reveal my diaper. With my diapered butt exposed, my father took a large wooden paddle they had just bought in town and in front of my brother, my sister and several onlookers, spanked me and spanked me as I wailed out loud. It was spanked so long and hard that I started to lose all control of my bladder and bowels. I tried yelling that I was wetting and pooping in the diaper, but to no avail - I was spanked to a full load and a soaked diaper.
After the punishment, I was made to sit on the edge of the picnic table in my fully loaded diaper dressed only a tee shirt and diaper. My mother took out the pacifier and shoved it into my mouth. I was warned to sit in place and suc-k on the pacifier until further notice. I watched in fear as I saw the four of them walk across to Sandy’s campsite to talk to her parents. I knew what was going to happen and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
As they walked away, I saw a new reason for my vacation to really turn sour. Walking across to meet me from the opposite direction was my good friend, Joel, and his pals. This was sure to be a lot of fun.
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 26
I was sitting on the edge of the picnic table wearing nothing but a tee shirt and a loaded, wet diaper, suc-king on a pacifier, and my rear was still stinging from a severe spanking. It all started when Sandy had comforted me as I spilled my guts about my adventures with Joel and his accomplices. Things went a bit far and I got punished for it. My Dad spanked me so hard, I lost all control of my bladder and bowels and filled my thirsty, waiting diaper.
And so here I sit, suc-king on a pacifier as my family walk to tell my girlfriend’s parents just what bad, evil, sex crazed and underage children we were. I couldn’t imagine how my vacation could get worse and as I pondered that thought, here came my nemesis Joel and his buddies. They were seemingly anxious to dish out more humiliation for their favorite new target. As they approached, I quickly took out the pacifier and shoved it down the front of my diaper. I had hoped that if they didn’t see it, it might lessen what I was sure to be my upcoming humiliation a little bit.
“Well, well,” Joel said in a rather eerie sounding voice, “looky what we got here - a baby sissy! S’matter, sissy boy? Mommy gone and left you alone? No one to play with? No problem. We’ll pway wif you!”
I squirmed a little on the table hoping my family would return right away and save me from any further humiliation at these bozo’s hands. Unfortunately for me, this was not to be. Joel and his two cohorts surrounded me and began to inspect me. They lifted my shirt and when I tried to push their hands away, I was slapped hard across the face.
“Get away from me,” I yelled and then was punched in the stomach.
“Shut up, sissy,” one of his buddies ordered, “or else.”
I was struck by the dumbness of how he sounded. I mean, it sounded as if he were in an old fashioned gangster movie. He tried to sound tough, but he sounded more like a jerk and I laughed a little.
“Something funny to you, sissy boy?” Joel asked.
I glared at him in silence. He reached for the front of the diaper and I pushed him away. As I did, his buddies grabbed my arms and held them in place and Joel again reached for the front of the diaper. He pulled the front away from my waist exposing the inside. He looked down, saw the pacifier and reached in. He grabbed it and held it up for all to see.
“Aw, sissy baby lost his binky. Here.”
Before I could protest or fight back, the pacifier was jammed into my mouth. I spit it out and as the pacifier landed on the ground, Joel punched me in the gut again. He picked up the pacifier off the ground, brushed it off and ordered me to suc-k on it or he would punch me again until I did. I reluctantly opened my mouth and began to suc-k as the pacifier was placed into my mouth. It tasted terrible and I knew why - so did Joel, but I knew he didn’t care.
Joel’s buddies picked me up off of the table and stood me up. I was spun around so Joel could inspect the rear of the diaper. I felt him pull the back out revealing the load inside. I heard wails of laughter from the three as they took turns swatting my rear spreading the load all over my rear end.
“I didn’t know sissy boy liked to shit in his didies,” Joel taunted. “Does widdle Joshie wike to go poopoos in his widdle diapers, hmm?”
They laughed and let go of may arms. I was standing inside a small circle made by these three jerks as they pushed me all over back and forth taunting me the whole time. I was spun in all directions for a while and eventually got so dizzy, I fell down landing right on my rear. This caused even more laughter.
“Well, if widdle Joshie wikes poopoos in his didies so much,” Joel said through laughter, “maybe we can help.”
He jumped up onto the picnic table and I watched in terror as he dropped his pants and squat. After a few grunts and groans, he deposited his dump in the middle of the table. I knew what he planned to do and fought hard to get away, but his buddies expected this and held me tightly so I could not move. In spite of my squirming and fighting, Joel scooped up his pile of poo, pulled back the rear of my diaper, and dropped it inside. He let go of the waistline and swatted my rear mixing his poo with mine.
“There. That should do nicely. Widdle Joshie weally wikes poopoos.”
I was picked back up and dropped quite hard onto the picnic table spreading the large mass even more all over the inside of the diaper. I was finally let go by the two morons as I cried at this new bullying tactic.
“There, there, sissy boy,” Joel cooed as he pinched my cheek, “Mommy will change you soon.”
They began to walk away, then turned and waved as if they were waving to a toddler.
“See you around, sissy boy,” they all said and then walked away laughing.
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 27
When Joel and his buddies were safely out of sight, I ran to the bathroom. I didn’t care if anyone saw me in a diaper. I wanted to wash everything off and I didn’t care about the consequences. I ran in my bare feet stepping on stones and sticks along the way, but somehow, I didn’t feel a thing.
I got to the bathroom and, my luck, it was crowded. Apparently, a lot people overslept and there was a line for the showers. Most turned to look at me when I ran in and more than a few pointed and laughed. I had really wanted to wash myself, but there was no shower available, so I went into a stall. Closing the door, I ripped off the loaded diaper and started to wipe myself with wads of toilet paper. I didn’t want to overflow the toilet, so I kept flushing every so often.
I overheard a couple of crude comments outside the door, but they didn’t know the truth. And I suppose that even if I had shouted from the highest mountain the humiliations heaped upon me this past week, no one would believe it - it was too strange to be true.
I thought I had gotten everything off of my butt, but then I could still feel a little here and there, so I dipped wads of toilet paper into the water in the toilet bowl to try and wash a bit more off. I wiped and flushed, flushed and wiped, and did so for what seemed an endless amount of time. Eventually, I used up the whole roll of paper hanging inside the stall.
Satisfied that I had washed most of it off, I took my tee-shirt off and wrapped it as best I could around my waist. I walked out of the stall to a still crowded bathroom and walked over to the sink. I stood there bending over the sink washing my hands. I washed and washed never seeming to clean off anything, although in reality, my hands were clean. However, my memory could never be erased and the thought of what had happened made me throw up.
I washed my face a little while rinsing the puke down the sink. A few people cringed and made snide comments as I tried to keep my composure. One older man came over and asked if everything was all right and if I needed help. I told him thanks, but no thanks and that I was okay.
A shower stall opened up finally and I jumped in. I stood under the cold shower trying to wash any remaining poop off of my butt. When I thought I had gotten everything, I turned the water off, dried myself with my tee-shirt, wrapped it around my waist, and made my way back to camp. When I got back to the campsite, there was Sandy, her mother and my mother waiting for me.
“Where have you been, young man,” my Mom asked in a very stern voice.
“I had to wash up,” I meekly answered not wanting to reveal the earlier humiliation.
“You were not supposed to leave this table,” Mom said.
“Well,” I began, “you would have gone too if the same had happened to you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Nothing.”
Mom gave me a weird look then ordered me back on the table where she re-diapered me right in front of everyone. I saw Sandy lower her head and bite her lip while her mother gave her a hug, but shot me a disapproving look. When she finished, Mom left me sitting on the table in nothing but a diaper.
“Well, young man?” Mom asked, “what have you got to say for yourself?”
“What?” I answered rather puzzled.
“Well, Sandy here tells us of some sort of concocted story between you two about some bully named Joel and two of his buddies?”
“Oh.............that.”
“Yes, that! What do you think we are, morons?”
“Huh?”
“Making up some coc-k and bull like that just to cover up your own terrible behavior.”
“But Mom...................it’s true. Every word!”
“Right. What’s wrong with you? First, you start to wet the bed. Then, you’re wetting and messing your diapers like a little baby. And now, after fooling around in our tent, you make up this outlandish fantasy just to cover it up. I am surprised at the both of you.”
“Mom.......................”
“Enough! Where’s your binky?”
“My what?”
“Pacifier. Oh, I see it. You’re going to regret this day, little sissy baby boy.”
Mom picked up the pacifier off of the ground where I had last spit it out. She brushed it off and popped it into my mouth telling me to suc-k on it. I wanted to spit it out again and run, but there wasn’t any place to run to wearing nothing but a diaper. And what had happened to my father, my brother and my sister?
Sandy lowered her head and I could see she was beginning to cry. No one would believe us and I wasn’t so sure Sandy believed me, but I know she tried to convince everyone else. As my Mom walked me to the tent and told me to crawl in and take a nap, I saw Sandy turn and run for her own campsite crying as she ran. Her mother looked at me, shook her head, and walked away.
Tearfully, I crept inside the tent, lay down on a sleeping bag, and cried as my mother zipped the door shut from the outside and told me I would stay there the rest of the day. I was beginning to lose it since no one believed that I was being abused by our school bully. I had to pee again, but I didn’t care anymore, so I just let go and flooded my diaper, turned over, closed my eyes, and fell asleep.
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 28
I don’t remember how I got here, but I was on the path to the bathroom to get water for my Mom so she could do some dishes. I was carrying the usual bucket, but for some reason, I was wearing only a tee shirt and my diapers. I guess I was getting more punishment, but I don’t remember being told about it.
All of a sudden, I was jumped by Joel and his friends and dragged off into the forest. I tried to scream for help, but no sound came out of my mouth. I didn’t know where I was going, but I knew it wouldn’t be pleasant. Joel seemed mad as a hive of disturbed hornets. He was screaming at me how he would get even, how I would wish I hadn’t been born, how I should have left well enough alone, things like that.
“No, no, no,” I screamed, but still no sound came out.
Eventually, I was standing with my back against a tree. Joel’s buddies had my arms held tight and I was forced to my knees. My head was being held in place so I couldn’t turn away and I couldn’t fight back. For some reason, I couldn’t move and worse, for some other reason, I didn’t want to.
Again, I was screaming, but no sound seemed to come out of my mouth. Joel was standing in front of me with his pants and underwear down to his knees. He was holding his large member as it stood erect and inches from my mouth. I was on my knees and backed up against a tree. My arms were being held tight by his nameless and seemingly mindless cohorts and I could not move. Joel guided his member towards my mouth.
“You’re going to take it all in,” he softly threatened, “and swallow every drop.”
I began to holler no, but as I did, he rammed his member home and deep into my mouth. I closed my mouth around it and began to lick and orally caress his gargantuan dic-k for all I was worth. Joel rocked back and forth, slowly at first and gradually picking up speed. I could feel him coming close to climax and all at once, he exploded into my mouth.
Joel rammed his member deep into my throat. It seemed he wasn’t going to ever stop ejaculating his load and I kept swallowing and swallowing. How could anyone have that much sperm to unload. It seemed endless, but eventually he stopped. I continued to lick and suc-k as he slowly removed his member from my mouth.
Joel took one of his buddies places and they each in turn used my mouth for their pleasures. I remember screaming each time and no sound came out at all. Yet, although my mind reeled at the thought of giving blow jobs to these creeps, I also, in some way, enjoyed the activity.
At one time, I found my own member standing erect inside my diaper. I found it funny that here I was giving blow jobs to my enemies and I, myself, was about to explode myself. As one of Joel’s buddies exploded into my mouth, I, too, exploded into my diaper. I could feel the two of us pumping back and forth as we completed our delicious orgasms. I felt my hand go free and I reached for the front of my diaper to finish my load by rubbing my crotch.
“Josh, Josh, JOSH!”
Suddenly, I opened my eyes to see my mother looking down at me. I was groggy and slowly became aware of my surroundings. I was lying inside our tent on top of my sleeping bag. My Mom was kneeling above me with her hands on her hips.
“You’re wet,” she exclaimed as she reached inside the front of the diaper to discover the truth.
Then, for some reason, my mother jerked her hand out of my diaper and yelped.
“Gross,” she yelled.
She reached for the tub of wet wipes she had brought along with a new diaper to change me. She began to wipes her fingers again and again with wads of the wet wipes and it suddenly hit me - I had a wet dream and my mother put her hand into my load inside my diaper.
“Josh, that’s disgusting.”
I was more than a little embarrassed as Mom changed my diaper and then gave me a pair of my jeans telling me to finish dressing for dinner.
“We’re having guests, so you’d better be on your best behavior,” she warned.
I finished dressing, put on my shoes, and emerged from the tent. There was a lot of activity around the table as I saw my sister and mother setting extra plates and stuff. My Dad was talking with another couple I didn’t recognize and it was evident they were the couple of guests for dinner.
“Josh,” my Dad said, “you’re awake. Come meet our new friends. You’ll never believe it, they have a son your age. Maybe you can now have a male companion here in camp.”
I had a shiver of fear down my spine as I saw my new “companion.” It was Joel!
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 29
“Josh!” Joel yelled in mock surprise.
“You two know each other?” my Dad asked sounding a bit shocked.
“Oh, yeah,” Joel cried thumping me on my back, “we’re in some of the same classes. It’s good to see you, buddy.”
“Well, whaddya know about that?” exclaimed my Mom. “You know, we knew our new friends were from the same town, but we had no idea our children knew each other. Or even went to the same school. We just met in the bathroom, got to talking, found out we were from the same town and had never met. But now we find out our kids know each other? Isn’t this exciting?”
“Mom,” I softly said pointing to Joel hoping she’d get the message.
I shot a look to Stevie, but he was frozen. He looked as if he was too scared to move. Then, he began to shake his head from side to side. I knew what was going on in his mind.
“What is it, Josh?” she asked loudly.
“Uh........nothing......never mind,” I sadly replied knowing I had to protect Stevie.
“You know something interesting?” my Mom asked Joel’s Mom. “Josh was just telling us an interesting tale of fiction about a boy named Joel. Isn’t that a coincidence?”
Both Mom and Joel shot glares at me and I knew they each meant different things. What scared me was what each of them might do to me. Frankly, I preferred my mother’s punishment to Joel’s abuse. Then again, I really was past caring either way. I just discovered I had unknowingly wet my fresh diaper and this bothered me a little more than what either Joel or my Mom could cook up.
We all sat down to dinner. Joel’s parents brought some stuff for everyone to share. Joel sat right next to me the whole time pretending to be my long, lost friend. He told of stories in and out of class that made everyone think we were pals. Boy, he was very good at convincing everyone just how close we are. The parents all laughed at Joel’s stories while I just winced. He was quite possibly the best liar I ever met.
“Okay, kids,” Mom announced at the end of the meal, “you guys take care of the dishes and put stuff away. The adults are going into town for some quality time alone. You can amuse yourself until we get back. Joel? I am sure Josh would love it if you were to stay the night. We have plenty of room. What do you say?”
“Mom.....................” I tried to protest.
“I would love to stay, that is, if it’s okay with my Mom and Dad, Ma’am,” he oiled.
“Fine with us,” they said.
“Then it’s settled,” my Mom said triumphantly. “Joel can be in charge until we get back. Fran can go with us and Steve can stay here with you two. I am sure you’ll have a lot of fun.”
“I’m sure we will,” said Joel as he winked at me. “And don’t worry, Ma’am, we’ll clean everything up. You guys just go and have fun for a change.”
“Joel,” my Mom said motioning for him to come over, “ would you come here a minute?”
I saw the two of them speaking softly. My Mom was pointing at me and I heard Joel say something like my Mom must be kidding. Then, he laughed and my Mom said it was pretty serious, so he should be sure to take care of me. He shot me a look and a smile, turned to my Mom and told her she had nothing to worry about. Mom walked over to me and held my arm as she spoke.
“Josh,” she said in a stern voice, “Joel is in charge. Since you cannot control yourself and Steve is too young, Joel has agreed to be your baby-sitter. He knows all about your, uh, well, your problem. He’s agreed to change you if necessary. I don’t want any problems, understand?” Let us have some fun for one evening, okay?”
This was too much for me, but before I could beg or plead, the adults all gathered in one car, waved goodbye and left. Joel told Steve to go to bed even though it was only about eight o’clock. Steve jumped up and dove into the tent quickly zipping the door close. Then, Joel ordered me to do all of the dishes.
“But first,” he said matter of factly, “take off your jeans.”
“Huh?”
“I said, take off your jeans. And do it now or you’ll regret it.”
He shot a look at the tent and I knew he might harm Steve, so I quickly removed my jeans revealing the wet diaper. I folded up my pants and laid them on the table. Joel walked over, and reached down to pull back the waistline of the diaper. I pushed him away and he slapped my face quite hard. He reached again, I pushed again, and got slapped even harder. This time, he reached for the wiastline and I let him He pulled back the waistline, reached inside, felt the diaper and laughed.
“What a freaking sissy,” he said aloud. “On your knees, sissy boy.”
At first, I didn’t move, so he punched me in the stomach. I doubled over in pain holding on to my midsection. I felt like throwing up, but nothing came.
“I said get on your knees. Now, sissy boy.”
I fell down on my knees in front of him.
“Hold open your diaper.”
“What?”
“Are you deaf? I said put your hand down your panties, pull on the waistline and open up your sissy diaper.”
I slowly pulled out the elastic waistline as Joel unzipped his fly. He removed his member and told me to hold it a little wider. Seeing his member in my face, I let go of the waistline. Joel quickly slapped my face and told me to open the diaper up real wide. I again pulled on waistline and as I held it open, Joel once again urinated into my diaper. I felt the disgusting warmth spread into the crotch and soak into the diaper. I couldn’t watch, so I turned my head until he was finished.
“Ahh,” he said finishing up, “now I feel a lot better. You’d better get those dishes done.”
“I need to change this thing.”
“Not until you finish the dishes.”
I glared at him, but stood up, waddled over to the table trying to make as little contact with the damned thing as possible, and began to pile up the dishes. I piled up the garbage and put it into a trash bag. Then I looked at the water bucket and noticed it was empty. I looked at Joel and he just shrugged. I picked up the water bucket and the trash and made my way to the water spigot near the bathroom. The trash can was also nearby, so I could dump all of it there as well.
“I’ll watch everything here,” he said as I trod off to get the water. “And you’d better be right back.”
I walked quickly to the bathroom area, dumped the trash and went to fill the bucket. I stood there as the water slowly filled the bucket. A small girl walked out of the ladies room with her mother. The two of them stopped to watch me fill the bucket. There was no hiding the fact I was wearing a disposable diaper - my shirt did not cover much.
“Mommy,” the little girl cried out loud as her mother stifled a giggle, “why is that big boy wearing a diaper? Were you bad and your mommy makes you wear a diaper? Do you have to wear them ‘cuz you wet your pants? Are you wet? Do you want my mommy to change you? Mommy, I think he’s wet. Maybe you could change his diaper, mommy. Don’t cry, big boy, I used to wet my diapers, too. It’s okay. My mommy can help potty train you. She potty trained me. Do you want some help getting potty trained?”
The mother laughed out loud now as she took her daughter’s hand and ran down the path. I couldn’t believe she let her go on for so long. At last, the water filled up the bucket and I couldn’t move away fast enough. I was so embarrassed. Carrying a five gallon bucket filled with water isn’t easy, and it’s even harder wearing a very wet diaper.
As I made it back to the campsite, I set the water down on the table and began to wash the dishes. I could feel pee dripping down my bare legs as the diaper started to leak a little. Joel had been sitting at the other end of the table, not bothering to help at all. He was just watching me work. I could feel his eyes, even though I never looked at him.
“Almost done, sissy boy?”
I stopped and stared at him.
“Problem, sissy boy?”
“Almost done,” I said glumly as I finished washing the last dish.
I dried everything, put it all away, cleaned up the campsite, and made the area generally clean, if not spotless.
“Now can I change this thing?”
“Not just yet, sissy boy.”
Just then, I heard two familiar voices from behind me. I knew the arrival of Joel’s two thugs was not so we could have a foursome for a card game. But, I was willing to bet all of my future allowance it would be another memorable night.
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 30
“Joel!” his buddies cried in jubilation. “Here you are! Now the party can begin!”
Joel’s nameless two thugs came trotting up the path to our campsite. They each were carrying a six pack of beer in one hand and drinking out of an open can in the other. It was obvious they each had already had a bit to drink before they arrived. Joel quickly grabbed one of the six packs from one of his friends, ripped open a can, and downed it faster than I had ever seen anyone drink a can of beer before.
“Damn, that’s good,” he exclaimed wiping his mouth with his shirt sleeve. “You remember Joshie, don’t you?”
There was no place for me to hide. I stood there wearing only teeshirt, a very wet diaper and my sandals.
“Come over here, sissy boy,” Joel ordered.
I walked slowly towards the three stooges very wary of what was to come. His two thugs were quite loaded with beer and both were staggering just a little. Joel put his arm around me and told them he was my babysitter for the evening. This amused his friends quite a lot.
“Let’s have some fun with him after I take a piss,” said one of the brainiacs as he walked towards a tree.
“Wait!” yelled Joel. “Ever do it in a diaper before? Hey sissy boy, kneel down and assume the position.”
Knowing what he wanted and fearing for the safety of not only myself, but my brother as well, I knelt down, pulled up my shirt and pulled out on the waistline of the diaper. Each of his friends in turn proceeded to urinate into my waiting diaper. Having consumed a bit of alcohol already, they each had quite a large deposit to make. As they finished, I noted the diaper was quite heavy and was now leaking down my legs. I hung my head in shame and humiliation as they laughed and continued to taunt me.
Just then, three girls about my age came walking into the campsite. From the greeting they gave Joel and his thugs, the girls knew them well. After a few hugs and some passionate kisses, they quickly turned their attention to me. How lucky could I get?
“So this is the big sissy?” said one of the girls.
“Yeah,” answered Joel, “and it seems he just loves to wet his diapers. I mean, look at him. He’s already soaked them beyond belief.”
She grabbed by bottom and squeezed hard making a wet, squishy noise.
“Gross!” she said rather disgustingly. “No wonder he needs a babysitter.”
“Hey,” chimed in another girl, “let’s change the sissy and get her ready for bedtime!”
“Leave me alone.” I pleaded.
“Shut up, sissy boy,” said the third girl as she walked over and gave me a stinging slap across my face.
I wanted to respond, but hesitated. After all, it was six against one and I had never hit a girl before.
“No, let’s not get her ready for bed yet,” said the first girl. “She needs to be made real pretty for the evening.”
She opened up her purse and took out all sorts of make-up stuff and nail polish. I feared the worst was about to come and she didn’t disappoint. I was made to sit on the edge of the table. While my diaper continued to leak and form a puddle under my rear on the table, the three girls began to create a new sensation for the boys.
The three girls had a lot of fun covering my face in all sorts of make-up like lipstick, eye shadow, eye liner, mascara, and who knows what else. And then my fingernails and toenails were also covered in a deep red color to match the deep red lipstick used to highlight my pouting lips as they called them. When they finished, I was crying from all the new attention knowing full well just how humiliating this was.
“Hey, come on over here, sissy boy,” said one of them in a rather deeper than normal voice as he motioned me to walk towards him. “You’re rather cute.”
I waddled towards him with a saggy diaper that was now beginning to inch down from the sheer weight of the liquid. Joel’s friend grabbed me around the waist like he wanted to hug me and I tried to back away. Before I could react at all, he quickly began kissing me full on the lips. As I tried to yell, my mouth opened slightly and he began to french kiss me moving his tongue all over the inside of my mouth. I was disgusted, but he held the kiss for quite a while.
I tried to fight him off, but his grip was quite strong and I couldn’t budge. I thought of biting his tongue, then thought of what would happen and then just submitted to the kiss. All the while, Joel, his other friend and the girls all laughed and encouraged the embrace. Eventually, he released the kiss and I panted for air. As I did, the heavy, wet diaper fell down to my feet.
“Aw,” said Joel in a cutesy, sarcastic falsetto voice, “time to change the wittle baby.”
There were cries of ”let me do it,” “no, me,” “no, let me,” from the girls. The boys seemed content to let the girls have their way with me, so Joel got three fresh diapers that my Mom had left for him to use on me if necessary. He also got out some lotion, powder, wet wipes and a trash bag to deposit the used diaper.
“Wait, wait,” cried Joel, “this baby has been a very naughty sissy baby girl and needs to be punished. What should you get for trying to get me in trouble, sissy Joshie?”
“Huh?”
“Well, you did try to tell your mommy that we attacked you, didn’t you? Well? Didn’t you? After all we did for you? I mean, after all, it was consensual. I don’t remember you saying no.”
“Joel, please - just leave me alone.”
“Hold the sissy for her punishment,” he ordered.
His buddies held me tight to the table while Joel removed his belt and gave me an ass whipping harder than my father ever did. I yelped in pain and wondered aloud where everyone was and why not one person within earshot came to save me from my torture.
“That’s what little sissies get if they cross me,” he panted as he finished.
I was picked up, laid on the table, and the girls wiped my groin with the wet wipes being so very careful to get into every nook and cranny they could find. They were especially fond of my anal area. Then, I was heavily lotioned and powdered before having all three diapers taped on at once. Then, my tee shirt was removed and I was given the trash bag, ordered to pick up my wet diaper and take it to the trash dressed only in a diaper. To make it even worse, I was ordered to go to a trash can about a quarter mile away and was escorted by Joel’s friend, the kisser. And he didn’t disappoint, either.
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 31
It was turning into a horrific evening. Joel’s parents met my parents and over dinner, it was decided that the parents would all go out for a good time and Joel would be left in charge to be my personal babysitter. Steve was sent to bed early and Joel’s friends and their respective girlfriends all came over to the campsite to all take care of me.
I submitted to a bunch of new humiliations such as Joel and his male friends using my diapers for their own personal toilet. The girls practiced their make-up skills on my face and nails. Eventually, the bright idea to dress me in one of the girl’s nighties was thought to be a good one, and so here I am, the very picture of a diaper wearing sissy complete with nail polish and facial make-up as well as a shortie nightie that I was made to wear.
To help keep me in control, I was made to kneel next to a tree with my hands tied behind my back and me tied to the tree. From this vantage point, Joel and company could continue to heap their cruelty upon helpless me without fear of my escaping. In spite of my vantage point and being able to observe the sextet getting drunker by the minute, there was nothing I could do about it. And it didn’t seem like anyone else in surrounding campsites cared to get involved and help me out.
So, in my helpless, quiet state, I knelt on the ground tied to the tree suc-king on the pacifier as ordered. From time to time, Joel and his male friends would need to relieve themselves of their borrowed beer and used my diaper to make their deposits. I don’t remember how many times they did it, but I do know it was too much for the diaper to hold and it leaked terribly and after a while, I was kneeling in a puddle of urine soaked mud.
The girls seemed to leave me alone for the most part, but every once in a while, one would freshen my make-up. Joel and his buddies never seemed to tire of making fun of me, but the more they drank, the more senseless the insults became and the less they bothered me. It seemed that as they got towards total inebriation, they forgot all about me.
And then a wonderful thing happened. I had stopped paying attention to the group and was concentrating in trying to escape my binds when I heard silence. There was no laughter, or talking, or sounds of any kind coming from the group. I peered into the darkness and could barely make out the table, but it seemed as if the group had all passed out. I could not make out all of the figures, but I was sure that most of them were asleep.
I spat out the pacifier and tried calling out to Stevie. To my surprise, I hear him call back.
“Stevie,” I called again, “is that you? Are you really awake?”
“Yeah,” he whispered audibly, “Are you okay? Are they gone?”
“No. I think they’re asleep. Can you try and come out? Be careful.”
“I don’t know. I’m afraid.”
“Trust me. I think it’s safe. Just go slowly and try and be as quiet as you can.”
I heard the door zipper and made out the figure of Stevie emerging from the tent. He crept quietly and slowly towards me being careful to make no sounds. As he arrived, we whispered to each other. I asked him to try to loosen the rope that tied me to the tree. I don’t know how he did it, but Stevie was a wonder and after a short struggle, I was free. Next, he worked on my hands and as I was freed, I could finally relax my sore arms and comfort my raw wrists.
My first instincts was to grab something, anything and beat sense into my captors. But no matter what I could do to them, I also was afraid they would eventually do worse to me. And, unless my parents had the DNA in my diaper checked, there was no way I could prove anything. I complained about this to Stevie and heard nothing. I turned around to give him a glare reserved for a bratty sibling who would not support my story and saw him wearing a very silly, yet knowing grin.
“What’s up, you sneaky little devil?” I wondered aloud.
He silently disappeared into the tent and emerged with the digital camera. From the size of the smile, I knew my little brother had somehow heroically, yet silently had recorded the entire evening.
“You little brat!” I cried giving him a big hug.
I removed the clothes I wore as Stevie found some of my more normal clothes. We ran to the showers and I got cleaned up. I saved everything and before I washed my face, Stevie made one or two last pictorial records of the abuse heaped upon me by my babysitter and his friends.
We arrived back in camp and to our surprise, everyone was still passed out. Joel and one of the girls were together on the table while his two friends and the other two girls were close by on the ground. Stevie took more pictures so we could have proof of what happened. Our only hope was more witnesses, but it was late and most of the camp was quiet.
Just then, we could make out approaching headlights and soon the arrival of a car into the parking space. The two sets of parents got out of the car and as Stevie and I looked at their surprised expressions, I finally thought my salvation was at hand and justice might finally be served.
Did we have enough evidence?
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 32
What a show this was going to be. I had evidence, a lot of evidence, that would finally show Joel was not the nice guy he sometimes portrayed himself to be to others. He was a bully - pure and simple. But, after all that had happened, all that I had told, all that no one believed except us kids, I had a lot of doubts I would still be believed.
So, here was the setting - Joel and his five friends were passed out and they were scattered about the campsite from a drinking binge. I had the diapers Joel and his buddies had peed into it all night and that I was made to wear. And in spite of their triple layering, they still leaked, but that wasn’t all that important. But, if my parents would have a test run, they would know it was not my own urine in those soaked diapers and that there was no way I could have done all of the myself.
And best of all, my little brother Stevie had somehow managed to take pictures of all of it from inside the tent and unseen and unnoticed by anyone - including me. But even with all that, I still had doubts. After all, most of the pictures were kind of dark, but still.........
So here come the parents and the show was about to begin. Only how would it come out in the end? With all of the evidence, would I be able to sway the jury in my favor? And if I couldn’t, what would happen to me? I bit my lip and decided to wait until asked. I wasn’t sure if that was the wisest course of action, but it did sound better in my mind to do this instead of just running out and blubbering what had happened to me.
“What the hell is going on here?” my Mom demanded.
She looked at me, at Steveie, at the passed out early teens, and all of the beer cans littering the ground. My Dad picked up a couple of empty cans and looked down at me with puzzled eyes. Even Joel’s parents were at a loss for words.
“Josh?” my Mom continued. “Are you going to tell me what has happened?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” cried Joel’s Mom in a frightened and anxious voice as she ran to Joel passed out on the table. “Someone has tried to hurt our children. We need to call the police right away. Joel, my poor baby. Are you all right.”
Joel didn’t stir even though his Mom tried to shake him awake.
“I don’t think that’s it,” said Joel’s Dad. “Josh? Tell me what happened, young man, and this time, the truth. Your parents have told me what you tried to pin on my son. You aren’t going to continue to lie, are you? Joel would never hurt a fly, and I am sure this is your doing, so let’s have the truth, son.”
I was so angry, I wanted to scream.
“I never lied to anyone about your son, sir,” I stated as assuredly as I could.
“I’m sorry?” he replied.
“Sorry??????????” I said stepping forward as I didn’t know what I would do.
Luckily, Stevie stepped in.
“I, uh, think you need to look at this,” he said as he handed the camera to my Mom.
“What’s that?” demanded Joel’s Mom. “More lies?”
Mom began looking through the viewer on the back of the camera at the pictures Stevie had taken.
“I don’t think so,” my Mom said slowly.
The parents all crowded around the camera gazing at the pictures Stevie took. There were some comments of shock and disgust, defenses about the lighting, a few oh my Gods, and stuff like that. I almost relaxed thinking I had been vindicated, but still waited quietly. Finally, my Mom finished viewing and looked at me with tear-filled, sad eyes. She walked over to me and began to hug me as she sobbed.
Joel’s parents knew the truth - finally. Like most people facing a truth like this, it wasn’t easy. There were comments of blame and such. No one wanted to take responsibility, but my parent’s did threaten criminal action. Joel’s parents countered with legal action of another kind. Stevie and I looked at each other bewildered.
“Are you guys nuts?” yelled Fran. “You guys act as if no one was victimized here. You guys all suc-k.”
My parents looked at Fran and started to tell her to shut-up and mind her own business.
“Whoa!” cried Fran in a very annoyed voice, “you have got to be kidding. Mom, you began dressing poor Josh here in diapers when he started to wet the bed, And Dad, you went along with it. We all did. And worse, we enjoyed it. We all picked on Josh and made him feel terrible. And you guys - you are this bully’s parents and you never even knew what he was like. We all did this to Josh.”
The Fran walked over and looked at me.
“Josh! I am so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?”
I stared at her for a moment and for once, I noticed Fran was a pretty nice sister. I broke down and we hugged. When the adults couldn’t come through for me, my brother and sister did. The parents all stood their with their mouths agape.
“Why you little.................” Joel’s Mom started to say.
“No,” said my Mom putting her arm around Joel’s Mom’s shoulder, “Fran’s right.”
They all stood there saying nothing. here were a few more words, some apologies, some promises, and finally, some peace. Just as it looked as if the evening was ending on a quiet note, there was a strange sound coming from the table.
Joel was asleep with his head on his arms. The rest of the brood of my tormentors were all still passed out making assorted sleeping sounds, still not stirring a single bit. They even looked so angelic in a creepy sort of way. It was kind of nice.
But Joel and only Joel was wetting his pants and the pee was hitting the ground under the picnic table with an audible splatter. As we all looked at each other with shocked expressions, it did take a great deal of energy not to laugh out loud and wake the sleepy heads. Then Joel’s Mom turned to my Mom asking the only question she could that would have made me think the evening was ending the only way I would want it to justifiably end.
“Say, uh, Elaine,” she asked quietly, “do you have any more diapers I could borrow? I know a little boy who may need them for a few days.”
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter 33
It had been a helluva a night. I could not believe all that had happened in so short a time. I had seen both the best and worst in almost everyone I knew and the worst in a few I really didn’t care to know or meet again. My life had changed and I feared for the worse, but I could do nothing about it. In any case, Joel had been found out and I had hoped this was going to be the end of part of my torment.
No police were called about the whole affair. Joel’s parents apologized to me profusely for their son’s behavior and vowed to take care of him and get him the help he needs. They made assurances to my parents for the same and agreed to follow up so my parents wouldn’t press charges. I kept wondering, though, why no one accused my parents of abuse for the diapers I was made to wear and the humiliation they heaped on me as well.
Eventually, everything quieted down when all the parents were rounded up to get their children. Most of the parents apologized, but one girl’s mother accused our family of letting her underage child drink, but the pictures Stevie took convinced her we had nothing to do with it. She finally shut up, but it took a while. It was about two in the morning when everyone got to bed.
I awoke the next morning thinking it had all been a horrible dream, the bedwetting, the diapers, Joel, everything. But my own wet diapers told a different story. After all that had happened, my Mom still made me wear diapers to bed for my own protection, but this time, I didn’t mind - Joel had been caught, I had been vindicated and I discovered my siblings really could stick up for me when the pressure was on.
So, I got out of my sleeping bag, walked out of the tent and sheepishly walked over to my Mom who was already making our breakfast. I told her what had happened - I had wet my diapers as I slept - again - but this time, she didn’t scold me, spank me or even get mad. She simply told me to go the bathroom/showers, clean myself up, and get dressed.
“Normally?” I asked.
“What do you mean normally?” she said looking puzzled. “Oh, you mean no diapers and like that?”
I nodded then lowered my head expecting the usual scolding.
“Well, I thought about it, honey,” she continued holding my shoulders and chin up. “I was wrong. You only seem to have a.................well............nighttime problem.”
I looked at her quite surprised. After several days in diapers and many humiliations, was it about to end?
“So, if it’s okay with you, let’s just worry about that and forget the rest, okay? Now, go and get cleaned up. I think I see Sandy getting ready as well. Maybe you two could spend the day having fun as usual, hmm? Your father and I thought we’d go back to the lake. I remember the last time wasn’t a lot of fun for you. Maybe we can make up for it today.”
I nodded, gave her a big hug, and hurried off to the bathroom to wash up and get dressed. It was going to be a great day - I just knew it.
Breakfast happened fast for me. I don’t even remember what I ate. I was so excited to be out of diapers for the day at least. Sandy came bounding over already ion her swimsuit. we were quite animated as I told her about the night before - I told her everything. She laughed the loudest when I told her Joel was so drunk, he wet his pants. Mom handed me my swimsuit and I ran to the bathroom as fast as I could, changed, and ran back to join my family for a day at the lake.
When we arrived at the lake, we tried to find a good spot to set up. The beach was quite crowded that day. Maybe the warmth of the sun and heat of the day brought out more swimmers than usual, but it didn’t matter. Sandy and I found a good spot and after some preliminary water games, we settled into building a sand castle.
We had been working on it about a half of an hour when we heard some familiar voices. Joel was coming to the beach, but the voices we heard were not threatening us, but rather complaining about his predicament. Sandy and I turned towards the sound and the sight made us gasp in surprise.
Joel was waddling with his parents. He wore girls pink flowery one piece bathing suit and the telltale sign of heavy diapering. Sandy and I looked at each other with our mouths agape. It was kind of hard not to laugh, but we managed somehow.
“But Mom........” Joel cried, “this is embarrassing!! Don’t make me do this.”
“Shutup, Joel,” she scolded, “you’ve been asking for this and now you’ll get it! Besides, you were the one who wet his pants last night, so just shut up.”
“I did not,” he protested, “I was framed. That little bastard Josh did it. He aimed at me and made it look like...........”
“Watch your mouth,” his Mom said as she popped a pacifier in it to keep him quiet. ”You hold that in there or I’ll use some soap instead. You seem to forget what I know about you........the truth..........and I have the pictures to prove it. What will your friends say if I let them know about......”
Joel shook his head furiously and stomped his feet in protest. It didn’t matter. In spite of all of his tears, Joel’s predicament was his own making and now was going to have to live with it. I almost felt sorry for him.
It was turning out to be a very interesting camping trip, but I still prefer to remember the good times, not the bad. I wasn’t sure what tomorrow was going to bring, but I didn’t care too much. Sandy and I continued to have fun at the beach for the rest of the day. As we left, Joel was still sitting near his Mom on the sand. I suddenly remembered that I had not seen her change his diapers for the entire day.
I wondered just how long Joel was going to be made to wear those diapers.....................
THE END????
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THE CAMPING TRIP
Epilogue
The next week flew by as our vacation ended. It was time to go home and Mom and Dad had to go back to work. I did spend the week still diapered, but only at night. I also managed to wake up dry about half the time, so I guess my Mom was right after all and I needed some protection. Thankfully, though, my siblings stopped making fun of me.
Sandy and I got to spend a lot of time together and really get to know each other. I had never known anyone like her. She was one in a million. I mean, after all that happened and all that she knew, she also really was the only one who understood what I was going through and accepted it.
We did see Joel from time to time, always with his parents and always dressed as a sissy baby girl. He would waddle behind his parents wherever they would go and always had his head bowed as though he thought he could hide from prying eyes. If he saw me, he quickly averted his eyes. I am sure his parents would have liked to say hello to me, but I guess they thought avoiding me was a better choice. I didn’t blame them and really welcomed the choice.
As for Joel I am sure the days crawled by for him. I did notice his actions told me he came to act more and more like the sissy he looked. I almost felt sorry for him, but I guess he really asked for it, so I guess justice was served in the long run. Knowing what I went through, it was a tough sentence. Funny thing was, though, I never saw his buddies anymore. I don’t know what happened to them. Maybe they had issues of their own that they needed to deal with that made their absence understandable.
As I look back on that camping trip and all that happened, I wonder long and hard why I didn’t go crazy and why I am not currently in therapy. I don’t have a good answer, but I think it was mostly a combination of finding my true love Sandy and our revelation of the bully, Joel. I am told Joel now is a school counselor having discovered an inner child that can relate to other troubled youths in ways no one has ever imagined - except for maybe, me.
And me? Well, Sandy and I stayed together - childhood sweethearts - and we got married after college. We want to start a family someday, but for now, we’re just enjoying each other. I did eventually get over my bedwetting, but not my love for diapers. Every once in a while, Sandy and I play camping out - just for fun.
Well? Wouldn’t you?