Potty Problems Chapters 9 – 12
Potty Problems: Chapter Nine
Oliver and Timmy were still awake, they had heard Oliver’s parents return home and had listened as Mrs. Winters said goodnight to Linda. Neither Boy could move; each lay in bed diapered. Also, each boy had a problem…they both needed to pee.
“Oliver I really have to go!” Timmy whispered in desperation.
“I know” Oliver replied. “I have to go too, but you have to try and hold it, my mother will be coming up the stairs any second to check on us, if you try to go to the bathroom before she checks in, she might catch you in the hallway in that diaper” He added.
“I really have to pee!” Timmy said, sounding more desperate. Timmy’s embarrassing enlargement had vanished temporarily. While his mind and body had been thrilled by the sensation of wearing a diaper, the thought of being caught by Oliver’s mother while wearing it distracted Timmy’s internal pleasure principle.
“Shhhhh quiet, here comes my mother!” Oliver whispered. “Pretend you’re sleeping, quick!”
Timmy turned on his side and shut his eyes…hoping that the crinkle of his diaper hadn’t been heard beyond Oliver’s bedroom door. Oliver also shut his eyes and pretended to sleep. Each boy heard Mrs. Winters’ footsteps climbing the stairs and approaching the bedroom door.
The doorknob began to turn slowly…seconds later a beam of light showed through a widening crack in the door as Oliver’s mother stuck her head in to see if the boys were still awake.
Timmy’s bladder was aching. His mind raced, he had wanted to steal a diaper to take home…he even believed that he would try and wet the diaper. Now he found himself unexpectedly forced into a diaper…which it now seemed he was going to wet on no terms of his own. He clenched his muscles as tight as he could and held still. Mrs. Winters was still in the doorway peeking into the room… “What’s she doing?” Timmy thought. “Why is she taking so long?” He wondered. His bladder was in pain now, he couldn’t last much longer.
Timmy opened his left eye just a crack, he could see Mrs. Winters, and she was looking at Oliver. Timmy saw her give a slight smile as she pulled her head back through the doorway and closed the door. Neither boy moved, each lay still hardly breathing as they listened to Oliver’s mother’s footsteps move down the hallway.
“fewww, that was close” Oliver whispered. Timmy didn’t answer.
“Timmy?” Oliver said, wondering why his friend had no comment on their near interaction with his mother.
“Timmy, are you awake?” Oliver asked.
“Yes” Timmy said softly.
“What’s wrong?” Oliver asked.
“I….I ummm…I couldn’t hold it” Timmy said. Just as Mrs. Winters had closed the door Timmy’s bladder had given way and filled his diaper. Timmy lay in a trance as he felt the diaper growing warm and squishy in the front and between his legs. He hadn’t heard Oliver whisper his name the first time.
“You peed your diaper!” Oliver whispered with a giggle.
“Shut up!” Timmy whispered back.
“Shhhh!! She’s coming back!” Oliver said as he heard his mother’s footsteps moving back down the hallway towards his bedroom door.
The boys both lay still again, waiting. The footsteps passed Oliver’s doorway and went back downstairs.
“She’s gone” Oliver said. “Did you really wet your diaper?” He asked.
After an embarrassing pause Timmy answered. “Yes, I couldn’t hold it and I lost control” He whispered.
Oliver wasn’t about to tease Timmy over this, as much as he wanted to, Oliver was in a similar situation. His bladder had been sending him warning signals for the past fifteen minutes.
Mr. and Mrs. Winters both climbed the stairs now; they made their way to their bedroom. Oliver knew that they would be in and out of the hallway now for at least twenty minutes before they finally went to bed. He didn’t think he could make it that long.
“What am I going to do Oliver?” Timmy asked. “I can’t take this off now without wiping the pee off of me…the bed will smell” He said.
“You have to wear it until my parents are asleep” Oliver said. “Then maybe you can sneak down to the bathroom and clean up with some of my sisters baby wipes, but you can’t put the diaper in the trash…my mom might find it.” He explained.
“But where will I put it?” Timmy said.
“I don’t know, I haven’t figured it all out yet” Oliver answered. Just then he heard something unusual, his father was in the upstairs bathroom, and he had turned on the shower. “Why is he taking a shower at this time of night!?!?” Oliver snapped.
“I don’t know…” Timmy said.
“This is not good!” Oliver said. “I have to pee badly!” He added.
“Guess you’ll have to use your diaper baby!” Timmy giggled.
“Shut up wet boy!” Oliver snapped, slapping his hand to his mouth realizing he had raised his voice. Both boys remained silent, waiting to see if Oliver had been heard.
They were in the clear, nothing but the sound of the shower could be heard from beyond Oliver’s door. Oliver’s bladder was aching now, he didn’t have much time left and he knew it. Even if he was able to take off the diaper and get to the bathroom the door would be locked and he would have to knock on it, interrupting his father’s shower. Time was running out, he was sweating.
“Drip…drip…drip” Timmy whispered with a giggle.
“Stop it!” Oliver whispered back.
“Drip…drip….drip…drip” Timmy giggled.
Oliver couldn’t take it anymore; he had to get to the bathroom. He shifted in bed, and then leaped out, standing in the middle of the room. Timmy watched in amusement as Oliver shifted his weight from foot to foot doing a potty dance.
“Where you gonna go?” Timmy asked. “You can’t get down the hall in a diaper…and the bathroom is occupied…” he added.
Oliver froze…the sound of footsteps was coming down the hall again. The footsteps were moving closer to his door by the second. It was too late now, the dam had burst, Oliver stood there wetting his diaper; the footsteps had startled his bladder into action. He was shocked, and frozen to the spot.
“Oliver move!” Timmy whispered sharply.
Timmy’s words had grabbed Oliver out of his trance just in time. He quickly jumped back into bed…the flow of urine still escaping his body.
“Boys?” Mrs. Winters said as she slowly opened the door. Her eye caught Oliver moving in bed…but her ears had not heard the crinkle of his diaper. “I heard chatter and giggling…what are you two doing…you should both be asleep” She said.
“ummm….sorry mom, we were just laughing about The Love Boat, it was funny tonight” Oliver said, trying not to shift his position. The wet diaper was a new strange sensation.
“Well go to sleep now ok” Mrs. Winters said. She remained in the doorway for a moment, staring at Oliver.
For a moment Timmy thought Mrs. Winters might come into the room. “Does she smell the pee?” he worried. He sniffed the air wondering if there was an odor in the room from his diaper. He smelled nothing. Finally Mrs. Winters closed the door and Timmy heard her footsteps heading back towards her own room.
“Oliver?” Timmy whispered. “You alright?” He asked. There was no reply.
“Oliver…what’s up?” Timmy asked again.
“I wet too” Oliver finally whispered.
Timmy giggled.
“Shhhh…don’t make my mom come back!” Oliver said.
“Sorry” Timmy said. “So we’re both wet…now what do we do?” Timmy asked.
Down the hall Melissa was asleep in her bed, she began to dream of streams and rivers…moments later she too was wet.
A few houses down the Street Linda lay in bed in a wet diaper of her own…she stared at the ceiling with a satisfied grin on her face…moments later she drifted off to sleep.
To Be Continued.
Potty Problems: Chapter Ten
Timmy and Oliver had both slept through the night each wearing a wet diaper. Timmy had been secretly thrilled by the sensation of wearing the diaper and wetting it, but shortly after, while waiting for Mr. Winters to leave the upstairs bathroom and return to the master bedroom, Timmy had fallen asleep.
Oliver fell asleep too. The boys had planned to sneak down to the bathroom after Oliver’s parents had finally both gone to bed. Once there, the plan was to remove their wet diapers, clean themselves up with a few of Melissa’s baby wipes, and then sneak the wet diapers out to the trashcans in the garage. It was a simple plan, but sleep had won out, and both Oliver and Timmy had drifted off to dream land before Oliver’s parents were in bed for the night.
Sunlight had just begun to make its way into the bedroom window when Oliver woke up. He yawned, stretched and rolled over in bed; the audible crinkle of his wet Pamper brought last night’s events rushing into memory. He felt the thick squishy diaper between his legs and was filled with panic. Oliver knew that he needed to get the diaper off and hidden before his parents woke up. He rolled over and glanced across the room at Timmy. Timmy stretched and woke.
“Timmy?” you up? Oliver asked.
“mmm yeah” Timmy said through a yawn.
“Timmy, we have to get up and get our diapers off!” Oliver whispered frantically.
Timmy was wide awake now, he felt the wet diaper between his legs and he too remembered the events of the previous evening as if they had just happened.
“Where are we going to hide them?” Timmy asked; lifting the covers and looking down at the noticeable diaper bulge around his groin.
“I don’t know” Oliver said. “Maybe we can sneak them into the trash before anyone wakes up”. He suggested. Oliver got out of bed with a crinkle and pamped over to the door. Timmy giggled as he watched his friend waddle across the room.
“Shut up!” Oliver whispered harshly.
“Sorry” Timmy said.
Oliver carefully opened his bedroom door a crack and looked into the hallway. The coast was clear, it was still early and it appeared that he and Timmy were the only ones awake.
“Looks clear” Oliver said.
“So now what?” Timmy asked.
“We take off our diapers and sneak them down to the trash in the garage” Oliver replied.
“Why don’t we just go to the bathroom and put them in the trash there” Timmy asked. “We need some of your sister’s baby wipes to clean up with anyway. I don’t want to smell like pee” he added.
“We can’t leave them in the bathroom trash” Oliver replied. “If my mom sees them in there she’ll wonder where they came from, she doesn’t know about Melissa’s accident last night so if she sees two wet diapers in the bathroom trash she might ask questions” Oliver explained.
“But what about the baby wipes?” Timmy asked.
“We have to get the diapers off and out to the trash first” Oliver said. “We can go to the bathroom and clean up afterwards. I’d rather risk getting caught in the hallway smelling like pee than wearing a wet diaper” He said.
“Yeah I guess you’re right” Timmy replied.
Oliver pamped across the room then climbed back into his bed. Timmy watched as Oliver shifted beneath his covers, shortly he heard the sound of diaper tapes being ripped open. Oliver shifted again and soon he pulled his wet Pamper out from beneath the covers.
Timmy reached down below his own covers and slid his pajama bottoms down exposing his wet diaper. He searched around with his hands until he found the first tape and gave it a tug. He soon found the second tape and his diaper opened with the familiar tape tearing sound. Timmy lifted his bottom up and pulled the wet Pamper out from beneath him, he then slid his pajama bottoms back up and pulled the wet diaper out from beneath the covers.
Oliver had already rolled up his wet diaper and clumsily taped it against itself. Timmy saw this and quickly did the same with his diaper.
Oliver jump out of bed again, now wearing only his pajamas, Timmy did the same, each boy held their wet diapers in hand.
“Ok, follow me and try to stay quiet, we don’t want to wake anyone up” Oliver said as the walked to the door. Again he quietly opened the door and poked his head out, the hallway was still empty. Oliver motioned for Timmy to follow him. The boys entered the hallway and quietly made their way down the stairs.
Melissa woke early; she yawned, stretched and rolled onto her back. She noticed a familiar sensation around her bottom. She wiggled her bottom and heard her diaper crinkle. Melissa reached her hand down into her pajama bottoms and felt the diaper between her legs and around her bottom, she frowned. “Wet again” Melissa whispered to herself. She was not allowed to remove her own diaper. Melissa’s mother always wanted to know the status of her daughter’s diaper in the morning so she would be able to tell when Melissa’s wetting problem showed signs of getting better.
Melissa knew she would have to wait until her mother woke up before getting changed; she wanted to go watch TV and eat cereal. She wondered if the boys were up yet, Melissa hoped they would still be asleep so that she wouldn’t have to sit around with them in her wet diaper while waiting for her mother to wake up. Her parents liked to sleep late on Sunday mornings.
Melissa quietly climbed out of bed and pamped over to her doorway. She could feel that she needed to go tinkle, and hoped that her mother would wake soon. Melissa gently opened the door a crack and peeked out into the hallway. She gasped quietly as she saw Oliver and Timmy quietly sneaking down the stairs. Each boy was holding something but in her fright she hadn’t noticed what the objects were. She carefully poked her head into the hallway again, the Boys were gone.
Melissa waited a moment, summoned up her courage, crept into the hallway and quietly made her way downstairs. She figured the boys were going downstairs to watch TV and eat cereal too. While she didn’t want to hang out with them and get teased, Melissa was hungry and would rather eat cereal and watch TV than stay in her bedroom with nothing to do.
Having reached the kitchen, Oliver and Timmy quickly crossed the room to the door leading to the garage. Oliver opened the door stepped through and waited for Timmy to follow. Oliver then quietly closed the door behind him. The boys walked down the short set of steps, quickly finding the trashcan and removing the lid. Each boy placed his wet diaper in the trashcan; Oliver moved some of the other garbage around to cover the diapers then closed the lid.
Melissa had entered the kitchen; she was surprised that the boys were not there fixing themselves bowls of cereal. She guessed they were downstairs and headed towards the pantry to get some cereal. Melissa stopped as she heard voices coming from the garage. She froze in the middle of the kitchen, staring at the door leading to the garage. She couldn’t make out what the voices were saying…she was scared…her body was telling Melissa that it was now time to go tinkle, but Melissa wasn’t listening to her body at the moment.
“Okay” Oliver said. “We’ll go back in. You sneak up to the bathroom first and get cleaned up, the baby wipes are in the closet on a shelf above my sisters diapers” He told Timmy. “I’ll wait at the bottom of the stairs until you come back down then I’ll go up and do the same thing”.
“What do I do with the baby wipes?” Timmy asked.
“Just put them in the trash and cover them with some tissues or something” Oliver said.
“Okay” Timmy replied. He knew exactly where the baby wipes were, Timmy had often peeked into the bathroom closet to admire the box of Pampers there. Last night he had intended to steal one, but instead, to his surprise and secret delight, he wound up wearing and wetting one. Timmy thought that perhaps this was the perfect chance to complete his original mission.
“Let’s go” Oliver said. The boys climbed back up the steps leading from the garage to the kitchen and opened the door. As the door swung open, the boys froze, on the other side of the door stood a very shocked and frightened Melissa.
Melissa gasped as she saw the boys, her toes turned inward and she bent her knees slightly, she placed her hands on her groin unknowingly. The look on her face turned from fear to worry and embarrassment as she felt her bladder release itself into her already wet diaper.
Down the street, Linda lay on her stomach, one arm wrapped around her pillow, the other between her legs, pressing against the front of her soaked Pamper. “Ohhh daddy!, My diapee! I wet my diapee! Mmmmmmm!!!” She moaned. Moments later she was lying on her back smiling at the ceiling.
To Be Continued…
Potty Problems: Chapter Eleven
Melissa stood in the kitchen in an embarrassing “I’ve just wet my pants” pose. She stood pigeon toed with her hands covering her groin, knees bent and slightly leaning forward. Melissa felt the last bit of her bladder empty into her now thoroughly soaked Pamper. The warm urine was pooling in the diaper between her legs, if she were to sit down right now, she would certainly feel a squishing sensation around her bottom.
Oliver and Timmy stood shocked in the doorway leading to the garage; neither had expected to find Melissa standing in the kitchen. They were initially too shocked to recognize the tell tale “I didn’t make it to the potty” stance Melissa was in.
“Melissa?!?!” Oliver said, sounding surprised to see her. “umm…err…good morning” he said.
Timmy looked at Melissa, she seemed to be in a state of surprise herself, and she had an almost vacant stare. Timmy noticed the unmistakable top edge of a diaper sticking out from the waistband of Melissa’s pajama bottoms. He suddenly realized what had just happened as Melissa regained her composer, stood up straight and backed away from the two boys. Timmy smirked, guessing that Melissa had just wet her diaper at the surprise of seeing the two boys.
“Umm hello, ummm good morning” Melissa replied nervously to Oliver. “Umm…I was…I’m getting some cereal” she said, backing off towards the pantry, moving with an awkward waddle.
Timmy nudged Oliver. Oliver looked at Timmy as his friend pointed at his pants and mouthed the word “Wet”. Oliver stared at Timmy with a confused look on his face. Timmy made a motion with his head and eyes towards Melissa as she turned toward the pantry, he whispered “she’s wet” very softly.
Oliver looked back at his sister then back at Timmy. He understood what his friend was trying to tell him and smiled.
“Are you ok Lis?” Oliver asked, turning to his sister. Her back was now towards them as she reached the pantry.
“Umm yeah…I’m ok” Melissa replied with a nervous tone. “I’m just going to get some cereal because I’m hungry” she explained again.
Oliver could see the thick shape of a diaper beneath his sister’s pajama bottoms. The diaper outline seemed to sag in the seat of her pajama bottoms much more so than it would if it were dry. Oliver smirked and looked at Timmy who was also smiling.
Oliver opened his mouth to say something and then stopped. He was about to say “looks like someone went wet wet in her diapee” in a teasing tone…his usual instinct was to tease Melissa about her wet diaper in the morning, especially if Timmy were around. However this morning, Oliver remembered Linda’s warning, and the Polaroid she had snapped of him and Timmy in their diapers the night before. He worried that if Melissa told Linda about being teased, Linda may show the picture to other kids in the neighborhood. Oliver also remembered that he and Timmy had larger concerns at the moment. Each of the boys needed to clean themselves up.
Oliver nudged Timmy and made a motion with his head indicating that Timmy should head for the upstairs bathroom now. Timmy stopped smirking and moved towards the other end of the kitchen, Oliver followed.
“Umm I have to go to the bathroom” Timmy said to Oliver. “I’ll be back down in a minute” he added, and headed back upstairs.
“Hurry up, I have to go too” Oliver said nervously. He glanced at Melissa who was standing on a stool in the pantry reaching for a box of Captain Crunch. She didn’t seem to be suspicious of the boys. Oliver had expected Melissa to ask him why he and Timmy were in the garage this early in the morning. He suspected that she may have had an accident when they surprised her by entering the kitchen. Oliver smiled, he thought that if Melissa had wet herself this was dumb luck as her embarrassment had probably distracted her from questioning him about being in the garage.
Timmy reached the second floor hallway and quietly entered the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and locked it. He listened for a moment for sounds of activity on the second floor. All was quite. Timmy carefully opened the linen closet; the strong scent of talcum from the box of Pampers hit his nose instantly.
Timmy sniffed the air and smiled, the smell sent a strange tingling sensation down his spine. He looked at the box of Pampers sitting on the floor of the closet; it was as if the diapers were calling to him, tempting him to touch them. He reached his hand into the box and rubbed it across the tops of the folded Pampers, feeling the plastic and smiling.
A bird chirped outside the window, Timmy heard this and broke out of his Pamper induced trance, he remembered why he was there and moved quickly, he didn’t want Oliver to wonder what was taking so long. Timmy opened the container of baby wipes and took out a few. He went over to the toilet, dropped his pajama bottoms and relieved himself, he then wiped his entire diaper area clean with the baby wipes, dropped them in the toilet and flushed, watching to make sure everything went down without a clog. He then pulled his pajama bottoms back up and returned to the closet. He listened again for sounds of activity beyond the bathroom door, still no noise.
Timmy reached into the box of Pampers and retrieved a single diaper which he stuffed under his shirt. He closed the linen closet door, slowly opened the bathroom door a crack and peeked into the hallway, it was empty. Timmy left the bathroom and quietly returned to Oliver’s bedroom, moving as quickly as he could without making any noise. Once safely inside the bedroom, He found his backpack, and stuffed the diaper in, burying it at the bottom of the pack beneath yesterday’s clothing. Timmy smiled as he zipped up the pack; he then turned quickly left the bedroom and headed back down to the kitchen.
Oliver stood impatiently at the door to the kitchen; he had been watching his sister clumsily prepare her bowl of Captain Crunch when Timmy returned. “What took you so long?” Oliver asked as Timmy entered the kitchen.
“Gosh, soooorry” Timmy said jokingly as Oliver walked past him and headed up to the bathroom.
Timmy looked over at Melissa; she had filled up her bowl of cereal and was getting ready to carry it downstairs to the playroom. The kids would usually eat their cereal in front of the TV while watching cartoons. Timmy wondered if Melissa would spill the bowl while waddling clumsily in her diaper. He was secretly jealous and fantasized of what it would be like to be Melissa for a day. Timmy had wished that he hadn’t had to take off his wet diaper so soon that morning, but clearly Oliver did not share his fascination. His budding diaper obsession was something Timmy knew he would need to keep to himself.
“Do you want some help?” Timmy asked Melissa as she slowly and carefully lifted the bowl off of the counter.
Melissa was surprised; this was going to be one of those moments where Timmy was very nice to her. She looked over at him for a moment, wondering if he was preparing to tease her in some way, but he seemed sincere. “Ummm Ok” she replied.
Timmy walked over to the counter and picked up the bowl of cereal. “You want to go downstairs?” he asked Melissa.
“Ummm yeah” Melissa replied with a shy smile. Timmy led the way, carefully carrying Melissa’s breakfast for her.
Melissa smiled as she followed Timmy, she forgot about her recent wetting and watched Timmy walk down the stairs. Her secret crush on Timmy was fueled by moments like this, the rare occasions when he would not tease her and do something nice. They seemed to happen only when Melissa was alone with Timmy. With Oliver around, those moments were rare.
Timmy and Melissa entered the downstairs playroom and headed for the couches in front of the TV. “Do you want to eat here?” Timmy said, motioning towards the coffee table in front of the first couch.
“Uh huh” Melissa said, nodding shyly.
Timmy placed the bowl of cereal on the table and gently slid the table close to the couch so that Melissa could sit down and eat. He then picked up the remote and turned on the TV flipping to a local channel which had cartoons. Sunday morning was not as good for cartoons as Saturday, but there was always something to watch.
“There you go” Timmy said as he motioned for Melissa to sit on the couch. He sat down on the far end.
“Thank you” Melissa said softly.
“You’re welcome” Timmy said. “By the way, I’m sorry I teased you last night”
Melissa blushed; she stopped and stood nervously near the opposite end of the couch staring at the floor.
Timmy saw that he had embarrassed Melissa and quickly tried to put her at ease. “Really, I’m sorry, it’s ok. I’ll try to be nicer to you from now on and I’ll never tell anyone about your accident last night” He said.
Melissa looked up at him nervously. “You mean it?” she asked.
“Cross my heart” Timmy said, making an x over his heart with one hand.
Melissa smiled at him and sat down on couch in front of her food. She felt the warm wet diaper squish against her skin as she sat down, this caused her to blush again; she avoided eye contact with Timmy and began to eat.
Timmy heard the crinkle of Melissa’s diaper as she sat on the couch; he smiled to himself and imagined again what it would be like to be her for a day. Shortly afterwards Oliver entered the room carrying his own bowl of cereal.
“Hey where’s mine?” Timmy asked.
“Get it yourself lazy butt” Oliver responded. Timmy got up off the couch and headed up to the kitchen. He thought of the diaper in his back pack, he couldn’t wait to get home with his prize.
Down the street Linda still lay in bed in her wet diaper. Her parents were at church and she had plenty of time to herself. She rolled softly from side to side listening to her diaper crinkle and feeling the warm, wet, thick padding press against her skin. She was holding the Polaroid of Oliver and Timmy and smiling. She looked at Timmy and giggled, she knew that he had to have been excited to be in the diaper and wondered if Timmy even knew what it was that he had felt.