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jamiep · « **Reply #28 on:** November 18, 2007, 10:00:52 PM »

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.

jamiep · « **Reply #29 on:** November 27, 2007, 11:19:11 PM »

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.

jamiep · « **Reply #30 on:** December 01, 2007, 03:36:37 PM »

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?

jamiep · « **Reply #31 on:** December 06, 2007, 08:54:20 PM »

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.”

jamiep · « **Reply #32 on:** December 20, 2007, 08:56:05 PM »

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????

jamiep · « **Reply #33 on:** January 28, 2008, 11:19:34 PM »

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?