Steve’s Diapers Scene 4

It was the middle of April when I had my accident in
front of the whole math class. Like it was the last period
of the day and we were all just waiting for the period to
end so we could get out of school, when Mr. Richards asked
me to come up and work a problem at the board. So I was up
there working through the exercise on the board when all of
a sudden I felt something warm and wet running down the
inside of my legs. I tried as hard as I could, but I
couldn’t stop it. It just kept coming and coming. Pretty
soon the pee had run down my legs and was beginning to
puddle in my sneakers. So far nobody had noticed anything. I
was trying to keep working the problem, and trying to stop
wetting myself, and trying to pretend like nothing was
happening, and hoping that nobody would notice. Then the pee
started to run out and make a little puddle on the floor by
my left foot. I heard one of the girls in the class giggle.
Then I heard a lot of whispering and more giggling and I
knew that it was pretty obvious that everyone could see that
I had just peed my pants. At that point I figured what the
fuck and turned and ran out of the room, out of the school,
and home. Leaving a puddle on the floor of the math class.
Jeff came over to my house after school and he said
what a bummer that must have been for me. I agreed – I can’t
imagine anything worse than wetting your pants in front of
the whole math class. Well, standing up on the stage in the
auditorium and doing it in front of the whole school would
have been worse, but the math class was bad enough. Jeff
said not to worry, that everybody had embarrassing things
happen to them, and everybody would forget about it, and he
was right. The other kids didn’t kid me about it as much as
I figured that they would. Some of the girls looked at me
and giggled next day, and a couple of the guys got on my
case, but I just said something about having had too much
soda to drink for lunch, and this bladder infection, and
whatever.
After that I figured that no way did I ever want to
have that happen again so I started wearing my diapers to
school. Like, the kids couldn’t tell that I had them on
because of my baggy jeans. And since I’m in honors classes,
one of the options that I have is substituting an academic
class for gym – so I did that. No way could I dress and
undress in the boy’s locker room without the other boys
seeing my diapers. In a way, I feel a lot better about
wearing them all the time now. Like I don’t have to worry
about embarrassing myself anymore. The only problem is that
wearing them all day means that they’re soaking up a lot
more liquid now, so Mom got me a couple of pairs of these
plastic panties to wear over the diapers. So now If there’s
more liquid than the diaper can hold, at least the panties
will contain it. About a month after my accident in front of
the math class, Jeff mentioned while we were talking that I
hadn’t had any more problems, and that he guessed that I was
“….. back to normal …..” now. I told him not quite, and
he asked me what I was doing then to stay dry all through
the school day. I told him just to feel my butt, and he put
his hand on me and felt the bulk of the diaper I was wearing
through the jeans. He asked me if I was wearing them all the
time now and I told him “yeah”, that that seemed like the
easiest solution. He just said “whatever” and we didn’t talk
about it any more. Jeff’s OK – he doesn’t bug me about
things that are none of his business.
In a funny way, it almost feels good to wear my diapers
and to feel the warm spreading wetness when I first pee in
them. Like, the other day the Spanish teacher was chewing me
out in front of the class cause I had screwed up what she
thought was a really easy translation. So I just stood there
in front of her desk and dumped this really big load of pee
out into my diaper and enjoyed the spreading warmth in my
crotch as she was picking on me. I was listening to her but
I’m like thinking “…..Yo, if you knew what I’m doing right
now you bitch, you’d pee in YOUR panties…..” Great
Feeling. Usually when I get home from school I’ll drink 2 or
3 cans of soda. By the time Mom has supper ready, I’ll feel
the pressure building up. When we have supper I’ll drink a
couple of glasses of milk and afterwards I’ll get this
feeling that I have to take a leak, like RIGHT NOW – but
I’ll hold it. As the evening wears on the feeling will get
stronger and stronger and pretty soon I’ll be really
uncomfortable. Sometimes I’ll let just a couple of drops of
pee come out to enjoy the feeling of how hard it is to stop
any more from coming. Finally, when I’m almost in agony from
the pressure, I’ll just lean back in the chair in my room
and let it gush out. Oh wow, does that feel good to do that.
There is a problem in wearing diapers all day now,
though. A couple of days after I first started doing it, I
noticed this rash all over my butt. And then a few days
later it started to itch and burn. I got this old baby book
out that my Mom had used when I was little, and found out
that I had a case of diaper rash. DIAPER RASH! A 15 year old
boy with diaper rash! That’s fucking unreal! But that’s what
it was all right. The book said that baby oil and talcum
powder would usually take care of the rash. So every night
now after I take my shower, I stand there in the bathroom
and dry my body off. Then I squirt some baby oil into the
palm of my hand and massage it into my bottom, and the
inside of my thighs, and my crotch. I really like the smell
of the baby oil and the way it feels on my body – making it
all smooth and slippery. Then before I put my diaper on, I
put some talcum powder into it and also rub some on my body.
I got to be careful though, the other night the baby oil
felt so good that I kept at it and pretty soon I had this
huge erection and then I shot my wad all over the bathroom
mirror. Speaking of jerking off, if I’m careful I can
masturbate in class, and shoot my load into my diaper, and
nobody ever knows it. I just slowly slide my hand down into
my jeans – my baggy pants cover this up anyway – and start
slowly massaging my dick through my diaper and pretty soon I
can come. Sometimes I won’t make myself come right away,
I’ll get this huge erection and then stop rubbing, and then
when it starts to go down I’ll rub myself just a little more
to get it hard again, and I can keep myself just on the
verge of coming for the whole class. When the bell rings to
go to the next class I’ll give myself a couple of hard
strokes and I’ll come in my diaper and then I’ll get up from
my desk and walk out into the hall with the warm sticky cum
spreading in my diaper. I got to be careful though, when I
did it the other day in English class, it felt so good that
I let out a little groan and the teacher asked me if I was
okay. I said “…. just a little indigestion…..”
It’s funny. Mom knows that I’m wearing the diapers all
the time now and I thought that she’d get on my case about
it but she hasn’t said anything. It’s just like she doesn’t
care one way or the other, or she thinks it’s normal, or
whatever. I had my 16th birthday last week. I’ve got my
learner’s permit and am taking driving classes at school.
It’ll be really cool when I get my license. Mom was asking
me what I wanted for my birthday and I told her to just give
me the money and I could pick out clothes, or CDs or
whatever I wanted. She looked at me and laughed and said
something about maybe I’d like a pacifier. Sure Mom, funny!
Well, it’s June now and school is almost over with for
the year. I was just thinking that it’s been almost a year
since I started having accidents and wearing diapers. Funny,
seems like I can’t remember what it was like not to wear
them. The one thing that I’ve been really careful not to do
is to poop in my diaper. Like the pee is OK. And I guess
that I kind of like doing that, and how it feels. But the
idea of pooping is kind of gross. When I get up in the
morning, I’ll carefully remove my diaper and try to have a
bowel movement, and the same thing when I get home from
school. The adhesive tapes on the diapers are usually good
for one or two “opens” and “closes” so I can get by with
just one diaper for the whole day. So far I haven’t had any
problems even though when I put the diaper back on it feels
kind of cold and wet for a minute or two. But then it warms
up and it feels OK. I’ve decided that I like the feeling of
a wet diaper better than the feeling of a dry one. A couple
of times when I put a dry diaper on, I’d pour a glass of
warm water into it to get it nice and wet and squishy. But
that seemed kind of like cheating. So what I do now is drink
a couple of cans of soda an hour or so before I’m going to
change my diaper. Then once I change it I can pee in it
right away and get it nice and wet. Smart.
Darn, another accident yesterday. But a different kind
of one this time. It’s mid-July and school is out. Mom and I
were shopping in the mall today when I had the accident. She
had fixed some kind of Mexican food for supper last night.
Some recipe she saw in the Sunday paper. Either it was a
weird recipe or she didn’t fix it right cause it tasted kind
of funny. And I woke up in the middle of the night and my
tummy felt kind of upset. But after breakfast I felt OK so
we decided to go shopping. So we’re in Sears checking out
boy’s clothing when all of a sudden I had this bowel
movement. Like I didn’t have any warning or anything. All of
a sudden I felt this cramp in my stomach and there was a lot
of pressure in my bottom, and all of a sudden something warm
and firm just started coming out and filling my diaper.
Like, even if there had just been a restroom right nearby I
don’t think I could’ve made it in time. Like I couldn’t say
anything so I just stood there and felt my diaper filling
up. First it was just in back and then it started filling up
around my balls and my dick. Finally my whole crotch was
full of this warm, sticky stuff. Luckily we were almost done
shopping so I just stood there and pretended that nothing
had happened. You know, kind of looking around the store,
and checking out the clothes, and talking to Mom, and all
the time there was this big warm load of shit squishing
around my crotch. When we got in the car I was afraid that
some would leak out cause when I sat down, I could feel the
poop squishing into the front of my diaper and bulging it
out, but none came out. As soon as I got home I ran into the
bathroom and took off my diaper and cleaned myself up. Boy
was that a mess. I put on a clean diaper and hid the poopie
one in the bottom of the trash so Mom wouldn’t find out what
I had done. And then I just acted like nothing out of the
ordinary had happened for the rest of the day. Except that I
had this big erection that was trying to stick out the top
of my diaper. When I got into bed that night, and just lay
there going to sleep, I kept remembering the feeling of my
diaper filling with that warm, sticky poop.