The Camping Trip

[jamiep]

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,  â€śyou’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,  â€śIt’s all my fault.”



I just continued to cry.



“Janice!” I heard my mother exclaim.  â€śAll 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.

[jamiep]

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.  â€śWe’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,  â€śyou 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,  â€śyou 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?”

[jamiep]

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.  â€śWhy 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,  â€śI 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.  â€śI 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.  â€śWe need to talk.  NOW!”

[jamiep]

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,  â€śI 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,  â€śAre 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.  â€śSandy 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.  â€śAt 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.  â€śI know.  Cool, huh?”

[jamiep]

THE CAMPING TRIP



Chapter 19



“Sandy?” I screamed.



“Shhhhhhhhhh!” she warned.  â€śIt’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.  â€śCould 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!”

[jamiep]

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.  â€śLet’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.

[jamiep]

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?”