Steve’s Diapers Scene 3

By February I was wetting myself just about every
night. I didn’t do it on purpose, but I guess my body
figured that as long as I had the thing on, that it was
easier not to worry about holding the pee all night. Like I
didn’t have any trouble during the days, but most every
morning I would wake up with a wet diaper now. In a way it
gave me more freedom, I didn’t have to worry about not
drinking a lot of liquid before I went to bed, and there
were none of those midnight rush trips to the bathroom over
the cold floors. One night, just to see what would happen, I
drank two whole 1-liter bottles of 7-Up before I went to
bed. When I woke up next morning my bed was dry but when I
got out of bed, my diaper felt like it weighed a ton, and it
sagged way down in the back and the front. It rode way down
on my hips and just barely covered up my crotch and kind of
squished back and forth between my legs when I walked – was
that a funny feeling.
Jeff was over at my house one day after school and he
asked me if I was still wearing diapers and I told him that
I was. He asked me if they didn’t feel uncomfortable and
weird and I told him that you got used to it – just like
wearing any other piece of clothing. I asked him if he
wanted to try one just to see what it felt like and he said
no, so I said “….. aw come on, you chicken or something?”
He told me where I could shove the “chicken” thing so I told
him that if he wasn’t afraid, why not try one. So he said
OK, that he’d try one, but if I ever told anybody about it
that he’d kill me. So he took off his jeans, and pulled off
his jockey shorts, and I got a diaper out of the dresser
drawer. He just stood there for a minute, holding it and
turning it over and seeing how it was put together. I told
him he’d better take off his shirt cause it would get in the
way so he did and he was standing there naked and still
holding the diaper like he wasn’t sure whether he was going
to put it on or not. I just said “….. chicken?” and he got
mad and put it on. He had a little trouble with the adhesive
tabs – obviously he wasn’t an expert like I was by now.
After he put it on he just stood there and looked down at
himself. And then he walked around a little to see how it
felt. After awhile he said “….. kind of uncomfortable but
I guess you could get used to it …..” I asked him if he
wanted a couple to take home and he got red in the face and
said “….. no fucking way …..” I noticed when he took it
off that he had this big erection but I didn’t kid him about
it. I didn’t tell him but I got a real hard on watching him
in the diaper. I don’t know what it was but I was getting
kind of excited. I don’t think it was Jeff himself – cause
he’s a guy, but it was something about watching him in the
diaper that got me all excited.
I think that it was in March that I had my first
“accident” while I was awake. It must’ve been about 9 at
night and I was sitting in the living room watching TV when
all of a sudden I felt something warm and wet in my crotch.
I looked down and there was this spreading wet spot on the
front my jeans. I couldn’t believe it, I had wet my pants.
Mom was in the room and I was like, really embarrassed. So I
mumbled something about going to bed and kind of sidled out
of the room, hoping that she wouldn’t notice the spreading
stain on the front of my jeans. I guess she didn’t cause she
didn’t say anything. I got to my bedroom and put on my
diapers for the evening and hid my jeans under the bed so
she wouldn’t see them. The next day I got home from school
and washed them before she got home from work. That would
have been so embarrassing if she had seen me like that. I
figured that if that was ever going to happen again, that I
didn’t want to get my pants all wet, so I started putting my
diapers on as soon as I got home from school. I wasn’t using
any extra pairs or anything, just wearing the same pair a
little longer. And you couldn’t tell that I had them on
cause I wear my jeans really baggy and low on my hips, with
a baggy shirt covering up the tops, just like the other
guys.
I never wore the diapers out of the house though. I
didn’t want to take a chance that the other kids would find
out that I wore them at home. Like every so often we’d start
horsing around at school or at the mall and somebody’s pants
would get pulled down. As long as I didn’t drink a lot of
liquids when I was out of the house, and concentrated on not
wetting myself, I was OK. I never had any accidents but I
got to tell you that there were a number of times when I had
to make a mad dash to the nearest boy’s room. Oh geez, I can
remember this one English class. I got in and sat down
behind my desk and a couple of minutes after the class
started I felt a couple of drops of pee leak out of my dick.
Oh shit, I couldn’t wet my pants in class. So I clamped down
as hard as I could, and I squeezed my legs together as hard
as I could. And I thought about anything but warm liquid
coming out between my legs. I made it through the class,
just barely, and then ran to the boy’s room. Just as I got
in the boy’s room I could feel warm liquid beginning to fill
my underwear. I made it into one of the stalls and sat down
and let loose. It felt like I was dumping Niagara Falls into
the toilet bowl. After it was over, I dumped my wet
underwear into the toilet and flushed it down. Luckily my
jockey’s had contained most of the pee so that my jeans were
just barely damp and nobody noticed anything. Close call! It
felt really different walking around the rest of the school
day with no underwear on. Like when I put on the diapers,
all of my equipment is kind of like, tightly wrapped up. But
with no underwear on, everything just kind of hung down and
swung back and forth as I walked, and rubbed on my jeans.
Different.