The Camping Trip

[jamiep]

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.

[jamiep]

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.

[jamiep]

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?

[jamiep]

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.

[jamiep]

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.

[jamiep]

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!

[jamiep]

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?