Jason And His Diapers

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Author: TimmyBy TimmyPart 1 - “The Accident”My best friend Josh and I was joyriding around in his newly acquired 1989 Toyota Corolla. Even if the car was 10 years old, Josh still had a car to drive. Josh was already 16 and I was to turn 16 in little over 4 months from now and my parents told me that I could get a car when I turned 16. We were having the best time driving around seeing all our friends. Josh decided to drive out to a park just on the edge of town near the lake. He was driving a little fast, but I didn’t care, It was fun driving around with my best friend. All of a sudden, I knew that we weren’t going to make the curve. I heard his wheels squeal and that was the last thing I remember.I woke up in the hospital only to ask what happened. The nurse told me that I was in a car accident two days ago. I asked immediately if Josh was ok. She informed me that he was released from the hospital that same day with bruises and cuts. I realized that I wasn’t so lucky. My parents came into my room after they had learned that I had gained consciousness. They asked me how I was feeling. I told them that my head hurt and I ached all over. “Well after all that you’ve been through, I can see why,” they added. My injuries were that I broke my right arm, with a cast from my fingers to my shoulder blade. My left was severely bruised and cut. I had 38 stitches to close one wound, which was wrapped in bandages from the upper thigh to my ankles My right leg had several bruises and cuts, which would make walking very difficult. Along with these injuries, they told me that I had bruised my bladder and my spleen had to be removed. The doctors didn’t know what type of damage was done and only time would tell. Because of my condition I had an external catheter placed on me, which was going to be removed once I gained consciousness. Since I had my arm was in a cast and my leg was wrapped up due to the several cuts and bruises, I was going to have to stay in bed for the most part for the duration of my hospital stay, which would be a week. I asked the doctor what if I had to go to the bathroom. He told me that there would be urinal for me to use and that when I needed to release my bowels, someone would help me to the toilet. He also told me that since my bladder was bruised that it might be possible that I might be come incontinent. Of course I didn’t know what that word meant, but I didn’t bother to ask. My parents, on the other hand, were extremely concerned about my pending condition.A male nurse came in and removed my catheter, which felt great to have that thing removed. He placed my urinal container next to my bedside. I asked him if I could wear underwear since I felt a little naked without them. He told me that if I had to go to the bathroom, It might be difficult to pull down my underwear in time to go and I would end up soiling myself. After he left I was given a lunch and shortly after that I fell asleep. My parents left my room and got something to eat. I woke up within 3 hours and felt cold and wet within my bed. I placed my hand inside my sheets and discovered that I had wet my bed. I didn’t want my parents to know this so I called the nurse. He told me that things like this happen and he would take care of it. He left and then returned with fresh linen, a new dry hospital gown and some other supplies. He helped me change out of my wet gown and had me roll over to one side so he could change the sheets. After the sheets were changed he went over to his supply cart and took out what appeared to be a disposable diaper. I asked what that was for and he replied that it was common for patients with injuries like you to wear some type of incontinent garment. I now knew what incontinent meant. I told him that I didn’t want to wear a diaper and that I wasn’t a baby and I was too old to wear diapers. He told me that I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. Since there was the possibility of having more wetting accidents, it is the hospital rules that patients that have wetting accidents are required to wear some type of incontinent undergarments. The nurse uncovered me and placed the thick disposable diaper underneath me. I couldn’t believe that I was going to being diapered by a male nurse. He taped my diaper up and my gown was pulled down over the diaper. After everything was changed, he pulled my sheets and blanket over me. My parents came into my room again and asked I was I feeling. I told them that I felt terrible and no longer wanted to be in the hospital and wanted to go home. My dad said that I would have to stay a little while longer and that I would get use to wearing diapers while I was hospitalized. I guess the doctor had already discussed this with them.Later on that afternoon, Josh had heard that I was conscious and came to the hospital to see me. He brought me a Gameboy for me and he said that he was really sorry what had happened. I asked him the condition of his car and he replied that it was totaled. The police ticketed him for speeding and driving too fast for conditions. He told me that my parents decided not to press any charges against him for the accident. I was glad to hear that. Josh asked me if he could see my leg, but I told him that maybe later. I didn’t want Josh to see that I was wearing a diaper. We visited a little while longer when the nurse came in and told Josh that visiting hours were over and that he had to leave. After Josh left, the nurse placed a clean dry diaper on my bed and proceeded to change my wet diaper. I hadn’t even realized that I had wet myself and was really bummed that I couldn’t control my bladder. My parents stayed with me an hour or two and as they were leaving I could feel that I was pooping in my diaper. I didn’t have any control over it and even didn’t feel the sensation that I had to poop. I didn’t want to spend the night in a messy diaper so I called for the nurse again. He asked me what the trouble was and I had to tell him that I had messed my pants. He said to me, “Aren’t you glad that we put a diaper on you. If you didn’t have a diaper on, this would be a terrible mess to clean up.” He retrieved a clean thick disposable diaper and pulled off the tapes of my wet and messy diaper. He took out some wipes and cleaned me up. As he was doing this and looking at the clean dry diaper that was going to be place on me, I couldn’t help but think if I was going to have to wear diapers for a long time. After I was cleaned up and placed in a dry diaper I felt better and quickly fell asleep.The next morning I woke up with my parents by my side. They asked me if I slept ok and that if I needed a change. I told that I slept ok and knew that I was really wet and confirmed that I needed a change. My dad said that he wanted to change me, so that way in case I would have to wear them at home he could re-learn how to change my diaper since I my legs were badly bruised, changing my own diapers would be difficult. I told him that I wasn’t going to wear diapers at home and that this would clear up before I left the hospital. He said, “I hope so.” He went over and pulled out a thick disposable diaper from the linen closet and uncovered me and pulled up my gown exposing my awfully wet disposable diaper. “Looks like you had a very wet night. I bet wearing these diapers make sleeping more comfortable?” I didn’t say anything as he proceeded to change my diapers. The nurse came in and said that it was hospital procedures that the nurse takes care of diaper changes but thanked my dad for doing it. I guess the hospital didn’t want any lawsuits, so any type of changes in dressings, I.V changes or even diaper changes, it was hospital rules that nurses to do them.My friends and relatives during the course of my hospital stay visited me. Josh visited every day, which I enjoyed. I made sure that no one knew that I had to wear diapers. One day I was placed in a wheelchair and Josh took me all over the hospital to get me out of my hospital room. During this tour I had wet myself really good and I needed a diaper change. I told Josh to return to my room and then I called for the nurse. When the nurse came in, he asked Josh to leave for a few minutes. After the nurse had changed my diapers and told Josh he could come back into the room, Josh asked what had happened and why he had to leave the room. I explained that I had to go to the bathroom and felt uneasy with you being in the room. I told him that with my legs the way they were and having my arm in a cast, I needed help to the bathroom and felt embarrassed about it. “Don’t worry about it, we all need help from time to time and before you know it you’ll be good as new”. I hoped that Josh was right and that I could get out of these diapers real soon before anyone knew about them.The day had came when I was going to be released from the hospital. The doctors told me that the incision from the removal of my spleen would heal in about 4-6 weeks. The leg needed to heal after about 4-6 weeks of the bruises and major cuts. The stitches would dissolve on their own in about a month and a half. My arm cast would come off in about 2 to 2 ½ months. He told me that he wasn’t sure if I would regain control of my bladder. He told me that I would have to give it more time to heal and that hopefully my bladder would go back to its normal working condition. By this time I had bowel control, which I was extremely pleased with. Wetting myself was one thing, but messing myself was another. I was released to the care of my parents and leaving the hospital wearing a thick disposable diaper. By this time also, I learned that I could walk with crutches, but at a very slow pace. I was going to have a wheelchair in my house to make things easier for me to get around if I wanted to. My parents were going to have the den turned into my bedroom, since it was on the first floor of our house and closer to the kitchen and other areas of the house. My bedroom was on the 2nd floor and walking up the stairs with my legs would be too difficult for me. Once we got home and I was helped into the house I told my dad that I needed a change. He helped me on my bed and took off the hospital pajamas that I had on and changed my wet diaper. After my diapers were changed he brought in a pair of Nike breakaway running pants. He told me that these running pants would be perfect for me to get on especially with my legs all wrapped up from the bandages and would make my diaper changes easier. I used my crutches as much as possible. I did not want to depend on my wheelchair, although my wheelchair was there for my use if I was pushing myself too hard and were it to become difficult to walk. Even with my legs badly damaged and my arm in a cast, using my crutches was a slow method of transportation. Hopefully I would be able to learn to walk without the use of my crutches within the near future. I was more anxious to shed my diapers than learning to walk without my crutches, but for now I needed protection from daily and nightly wettings.After lunch, Josh stopped over to see how I was doing. We talked a little bit about the accident and how he wasn’t able going to fix his car. As it turns out, his car was totaled and his parents weren’t going to help him out since the accident was his fault and he injured his best friend. His parents told him that he would have save up his own money to buy a new car, which according to Josh, could be a couple of years. As we were talking, my parents stuck their heads into my room and said that they needed to go to the store to pick up some supplies and groceries and would it be alright if Josh could stay with me until they got back. They did not want to leave me alone, in case I would happen to need something or fall from my crutches. I told them, “Sure, go on ahead, I’ll be fine. Josh and I will play Nintendo while you’re gone.” Since I just had my diaper changed just before Josh came over, I knew that I wouldn’t need another change before dinner.Josh and I played Nintendo all afternoon and he never once suspected that I was wearing a disposable diaper. While we were playing Nintendo, I did wet myself. But it was later in the afternoon and Josh was about to leave, so I didn’t have to worry about changing myself while Josh was present. Around 4:30pm my parents returned with loads of groceries. Josh decided to leave as soon as my parents came back. He said that we should do something tomorrow morning to get you out of the house. I said that would be fine, but call first. As my parents were unloading the car and bringing in the groceries, my dad carried in a case of disposable diapers and several large bags of stuff that must came from a Home Health Care store. At this time, I didn’t what the bags contained of, but I figured that it would most certainly be wrapping for my casts and such.Right before dinner my dad asked me if I needed a change. I replied with a certain yes. I hobbled over toward my bed and lay down. Since my arm was in a cast, it was impossible for me to change myself, so until my arm cast came off, I would have to depend on someone else to change my diapers or hopefully when I no longer needed diapers. My dad unsnapped my Nike pants and un-taped my wet diaper. He went over to new case of Attends diapers and pulled one out. As he was putting the dry one on me, I couldn’t help but notice that this diaper was thicker than the one I wore from the hospital. My dad explained that since I tended to wet my diapers a little more heavily than expected, it would only be right for me to wear a thicker diaper to handle my daytime wettings. After my snap-on pants were pulled back into place I noticed the extra bulk of diaper causing my pants to be more on the bulk side. My dad told me that I would get use to wearing these diapers over a period of time. “What does he mean, Over a period of time. Does he think I’m going to continue in having daytime and nighttime accidents require diapers longer than I expect?”After dinner, I was pretty exhausted from today’s activities, so I told my parents that I was going to bed early. They thought it was probably a good idea. I needed my rest to get well again. I entered my new bedroom on the first floor as my dad followed me inside. I was able to take off my shirt and snap pants with little or no ease. As I sat on my bed, wearing only my wet and now messy disposable diaper, my dad said to me, “looks like someone couldn’t quite make it to the bathroom. I see that I have a messy diaper to change as well as a wet one.” I told him that right after dinner I felt the urge to go #2, but before I knew it I couldn’t hold it in anymore and I messed my diaper. He replied, “that’s why I’m wearing diapers, to keep me from wetting and messing my pants.” He pulled off my wet and messy diaper and cleaned me up. As I was lying there on the bed butt naked, my dad went over to the closet and pulled out what appeared to be cloth diapers and plastic pants. He explained that since I was going to have to wear a thicker diaper at night to handle additional hours without a diaper change. My parents thought that to save money I would wear thick cloth diapers and plastic pants to bed. I was mortified that I was going to be diapered like a newborn baby. It was one thing in having to wear disposable diapers during the day, but having to wear regular cloth diapers and plastic pants at night was another. My dad told me that no one would ever learn of my diapered state, unless I told him. My dad placed 3 thick cloth diapers underneath me and pinned them up on each side with 2 large diaper pins. My night diapers were made of Birdseye diaper cloth with a terry cloth soaker panel in the middle of the diaper. My diaper pins were larger than normal, but other than the size, they looked exactly like baby diaper pins. Once my diapers were pinned snuggly on me, my dad produced a large size pair of plastic pants. These plastic pants weren’t the pull-on style, but they were of the snap on style. Since I had trouble putting on pants over my cast my parents purchased these snap on plastic pants to fit easily over my night diapers. These snap on plastic pants also featured a safety flap of extra plastic on the sides, so that if I was to roll over, any wetness in my diapers would still be contained and not leak out on the sides of my plastic pants. After my dad finished diapering me, my mom came into my room and kissed me good night. I was just lying there, clad only in thick cloth diapers and plastic pants. I was a little embarrassed at the thought of wearing cloth diapers and plastic pants and having my mom see me in them, but I guess it wasn’t the first time either. The lights were turned off and my bedroom door was closed. I lay there feeling the comfort of my thick cloth diapers and plastic pants, I actually felt very comfortable wearing these diapers and knew that in the morning my diapers were going to be wet and I would be able to get a good nights rest. For the first time since I wore my first diaper in the hospital, I actually started to enjoy wearing diapers. The feeling of the thick cloth diapers nestled between my legs and the plastic pants that cover it. I hoped that even though I enjoyed being diapered and the extra attention of wearing diapers gave, I wanted to get out of diapers as soon as possible. I did not to be the only 15-year old to return to school wearing diapers.The next morning I woke up and placed my hand inside my plastic pants only to discover very wet diapers. Within moments, my dad came in and retrieved a disposable diaper from my closet. He threw off my covers and unsnapped my plastic pants. He carefully unpinned my very wet diapers. He grabbed the disposable diaper and placed it underneath me and taped it in place. I sat up and with the help of my dad; I put on a pair of cotton running shorts and a tee shirt. I got my crutches and went into the kitchen for breakfast. As I walked toward the kitchen I noticed the crinkling sound as I walked. I guess this was from the plastic backing from my disposable diaper and I would have to get use to it and even try to cover it up. After breakfast Josh appeared on my doorstop. My mom invited him in and we both went into the living room. As I sat down on the sofa, I could tell that Josh had heard the crinkling sound, but wasn’t sure if he knew what it was or even the fact that I was wearing diapers. He looked at me every time he heard the crinkling and asked me what that noise was. I told him that I didn’t hear anything. Josh asked me if I wanted to go with him to the mall later on that morning. He told me that his mom would drive them and it would be cool if Josh could push me around the mall in a wheelchair. I wanted to go and get out of the house. It had been awhile since I was out in public and needed to see some of my friends again. My mother told Josh that it would be a wonderful idea to get me out of the house. Josh said to me, “Well, go and get dressed and I’ll call my mom to pick us up. We’ll leave from here.” My mother told Josh that why don’t you go home and then you and your mother can pick up Tim. Josh thought it over and said, “OK, I’ll be back within a half hour.” After Josh left I told my mother I was a little apprehensive about going out in public wearing diapers. My mother told me not to worry and no one would ever notice. Both my mom and I went into my room in which I took off my shorts and shirt. I lay down on my bed and my mom un-taped my wet disposable diaper. She went over to my closet and retrieved a thick disposable diaper and a diaper-doubler. She told me that the diaper-doubler would give me added protection and that since I couldn’t change my own diapers and didn’t want anyone else to know about my condition that it was best that I wear a thicker absorbent diaper. My mom helped me put on another pair of those snap on running pants. I wore a printed tee shirt and let it hang out over my pants. I looked myself in the mirror and my mom was right, you couldn’t tell that I was wearing diapers, except for the crinkling sound, but the nylon running pants covered most of the noise up. Josh and his mother came by and picked me up.Once in the mall I traded my crutches for a wheelchair. Josh carefully helped me into the chair and while he was doing this he gave me a strange look, like he had noticed something. We enjoyed ourselves and spent the entire late morning and afternoon in the mall. We had lunch in the food court and right after lunch Josh said that he had to go to the bathroom. He asked me if I needed to use the facility and needed help getting into the stall to go to the bathroom. I told him that I didn’t need to use the restroom, which of course was the truth. I already had wet my diaper by this time. Since I was wearing an extra thick disposable diaper, I was confident that my diaper would handle the entire afternoon. Josh didn’t comment on that fact that during the entire day, I hadn’t used the restroom and could tell that he was putting two and two together. After our day at the mall ended, his mother pulled up their van to the curbside and Josh helped me get from the wheelchair to the van. He was helping me with one arm and as I got into the van I could feel that my shirt had ridden up but was unsure if my disposable diaper was visible or that if Josh had seen my diapers. I was dropped off at my house, Josh and his mother left. Once in side, my mother asked me to my bedroom, she knew that I needed a diaper change. My diaper was changed and we sat down and ate dinner. Josh called and asked if he could come over and sit outside on this warm summer night. I thought it would be a good idea and told him to come over.Since it was really warm outside, my mother had me put on a pair of cotton shorts, like the ones I had on in the morning. My diaper was just changed and I didn’t need another change. Josh came over and we both sat outside in the lawn chairs. We talked about how much fun it was to spend the day with me. He was glad to see me enjoy myself, too. Josh had opened up the discussion about my injuries and everything that had happened. Then he said to me,“Tim, can I ask you a personal question?” I said, “sure,”“Well, this morning when I was over, I had noticed a crinkling sound and then during the entire day I had noticed that you never once did need to use the bathroom. I also noticed that while you sat in the wheelchair, your pants seemed unusually bulky for the type of pants you were wearing. Then while I was helping you out of the wheelchair and into the van, I noticed something that confirmed my suspicions.”“What are you getting at, Josh?” I quickly interrupted.“Tim, are you wearing diapers?”“Yes, Josh I’m wearing diapers, does that make you happy to discover that I have to wear a diaper?” I added.“I never knew that you had to wear diapers before. Why am I just discovering it now?” Josh asked.“I was hoping that wearing diapers would be a short-term problem and no one would ever have to know, but I guess I should have told you from the start. Apparently because of the accident, I had bruised my bladder to cause enough damage to lose control over my bladder. The doctors don’t know when I’ll be able to control my bladder or even ever. So until this problem of mine continues, I have to wear diapers to prevent wetting accidents,” I told Josh.“Do you also have a problem controlling your bowels?” Josh asked.“No not really, at first yes, but if I sit on the toilet in the morning before a diaper is put on me and in the evening, I can pretty much control my bowels. Once in awhile I have messed my diapers because I couldn’t get to the bathroom in time. Luckily for me, that I’m wearing diapers or otherwise I’d have a huge mess to deal with,” I confessed.“Why not wear absorbent type underwear like Goodnites or Pull-ups, something like that instead of diapers? Josh asked.“I don’t know, I was put into disposable diapers at the hospital and that was the only thing my parents put me into after the hospital. I guess I should ask them if I could try wearing something like that. It sure would beat wearing diapers.”“I can’t believe that because of my actions on the day of the accident, you are now in diapers. I can’t help but feel that this is my entire fault and I won’t blame you if you don’t want to be my friend anymore. What can I do to make this up to you?” Josh told me. I replied to Josh that I don’t blame him for the accident, it was something that just happened and as far as my injuries go, I’ll get better over time. I did ask him that I needed him to be my friend more now that ever as since I’m in diapers, I’m not sure who’ll be my friend now. Josh placed his hand on my leg and told me that he’ll do whatever it takes and it doesn’t matter if I wear diapers or not, he’d always be my friend.My mom called and told Josh that he had needed go home that it was getting pretty late and that I needed to get to bed. As I got up from the lawn chair, you really could hear the crinkling from my disposable diapers. All Josh said as he padded my diapered rear end, “Tim I’m glad to told me about your diapers and I’m sorry that this had to happen buddy and your secret is safe with me. I won’t tell a soul about you wearing diapers.”“Thanks, Josh,” I added. Josh left through the side yard and I went inside the house. After getting a quick glass of milk I went into my bedroom and lay down on my bed. My dad pulled off my shorts and took off my wet disposable diaper. He placed some thick cloth diapers underneath me and while he was doing this he said to me, “I’m glad that you told Josh that you have to wear diapers. Now you don’t have to hide it anymore.” He finished pinning my diapers in place and started to snap on my plastic pants in place when I asked him if I could try in wearing those Goodnites or Pull-ups instead of diapers. He responded that he never thought of something like that. He just assumed that diapers were the only item that would contain my wettings. He said that he would go to the store yet tonight and buy some, if they make them in my size, that way I would be able to try them out in the morning. After I was securely placed in my night diapers I fell asleep.The next morning I was wet as usual and my dad took off my very wet diapers and gave me my bath as they did every morning. My dad pulled out a package of XL Goodnites, which said that it would fit up to 125lbs. He opened the package and told me I should to able to put these on by myself, since they were a pull-on style. He helped me the first time, pulling the disposable underwear over my damaged legs, it was alittle difficult, but overall they fit perfectly. My dad added that the only thing that was at a disadvantage was that when I needed to change these Goodnites, I would have to have off my shoes and pants in order to put a dry one back on. I said that I’d rather do that then have to wear a bulky diaper all day. “I hope they work. You’re a pretty heavy wetter and hopefully they are absorbent enough to handle your daytime accidents,” My dad told me.“I’m sure they’ll work out,” I added. I like the feeling that these Goodnites were a lot thinner than my disposable diapers, but I did notice that they still made a crinkling sound, not as bad but I still think it noticeable.After breakfast I needed to entertain myself for the day as Josh had to go to his grandmother’s for the day and my dad went to work and my mom was busy with the housework. As I played Nintendo, I felt that I was wetting myself. As the liquid absorbed into my disposable underpants, I also noticed that they were leaking on the leg opening. I got up quick as possible to avoid the chair from being wet than it already was. I thought to myself that maybe I didn’t have them on correctly which caused them to leak. I took off my wet shorts and pulled apart the wet Goodnite. I pulled another Goodnite on and put on another pair of clean, dry shorts over them. After I changed myself, I noticed all the supplies in my closet when I was pulling out a dry Goodnite. I decided to have a better look. Inside my closet I noticed several cloth diapers, numerous diaper pins and dozens of plastic pants. Some of the plastic pants weren’t like the ones I wore to bed, but some of them were the pull on style and some of them had prints on them. I examined a pair of plastic pants that had the print on them only to discover that they had circus animals on them. I thought that my parents accidentally bought these, but upon further investigation I noticed that these plastic pants were indeed my size. Wearing cloth diapers and plastic pants at night was one thing, but to wear more of a babyish plastic pants over my diapers was another. Also in my closet, was a tee shirt that was longer and had snaps at the bottom. It looked like an Onesies that babies wore over their diapers to conceal their diapered bottom. As I looked at the various types of disposable diapers that were in my closet I noticed the regular ones that were sent with me from the hospital, the thicker disposable diapers and some disposable diapers that were baby blue in coloring. These diapers even had the same prints on the front of the diaper as those plastic pants had. I couldn’t believe my eyes of all the diapers and supplies that were in my closet. I even noticed what appeared to be a pair of thick trainers with a plastic cover. What did my parents think about me, that I was going to have to wear diapers for the rest of my life?!I returned in playing Nintendo for the rest of the morning. About lunchtime, my mother came into my room and told me that lunch was ready. As she told me, she asked me if I had wet myself. I looked down and noticed that my shorts were wet along with the chair I was sitting in. I didn’t even notice that I had wet myself playing Nintendo. I was so intent in playing my games that I didn’t notice that I wet my pants. She asked me if I was wearing the Goodnites, in which I responded that I was wearing them. “Obviously those Goodnites don’t protect you was well as you have wanted them to. Lets get you changed into something dry before you have your lunch.”My mother helped me pull down my wet shorts and then the extremely wet Goodnite. She told me to lie down on my bed in which she pulled out a thick disposable diaper, and placed it underneath me and taped them up. She helped me pull on another clean pair of shorts and right then I knew that I wouldn’t be able to wear the Goodnites anymore on the count that I couldn’t rely on their protection and I was going to have to wear regular diapers to keep me dry.After lunch my mother told me that we were going to the grocery store to pick up some things that they had forgotten on their recent trip. She told me that she wanted me to go along, since she didn’t want to leave me alone. She asked me if I needed another change before going out for the afternoon. I told her that it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to have a clean fresh diaper on. I went into my bedroom and lied down. My mom took off my shorts and un-taped my damp diaper. She got out one of those baby blue diapers with the prints on the front and proceeded to place them on me. As she was doing this, she told me that she wasn’t sure that these diapers would fit me since they were made for older toddlers and young kids, but the package said that it would fit up to a 30” waist. She was surprised to see how well that these diapers fit me. As I pulled my mesh shorts up over the diapers, you could sort of see the disposable diapers that were underneath the mesh shorts. I liked the feel and look of these diapers. They looked like baby disposable diapers, but slightly larger which fitted me perfectly. I was actually going out in public wearing regular diapers and I didn’t care that I was diapered. I put on a Nike T-shirt on and hobbled out to the van with my crutches. I decided to use my crutches once inside the store to keep up with my Mom. As I walked with my crutches, I was bent over slightly and by doing this, my shorts revealed a bit more of the bulkiness of my diapers. Even the crinkling sound of my disposable diaper seemed to have increased due to the fact that of my mesh shorts. We shopped awhile people were staring at me, I guess because of my legs all wrapped up and all, but I was worried that they might have noticed the bulk of my diaper. As we headed toward the checkout lines, we passed the incontinence aisle. There in plain view were some packages of disposable diapers for older children and teenagers. They were called Peaudouce Junior Disposable Diapers. Apparently Peaudouce is equivalent to Proctor and Gamble’s Pampers that are sold here in the states, but generally marketed in Europe. The grocery storeowners were from Europe so I guess that is why these diapers are sold here. The package of these diapers are designed especially for big kids up to age 16 (110 pounds). The diapers inside the package was also that light baby-blue color and every package has a picture of a cute boy of about 12 or 13 on the front, wearing nothing but disposable diapers. My mom picked up a package and put them in the cart. I couldn’t believe that my mom was buying super absorbent disposable diapers for her teenage son, just like a mother would pick up a package of Pampers for her baby. As we waited in line at the checkout, one of my friends saw me and stopped to say hi and to ask how I was doing. As we talked, his eyes traveled toward the package of Junior Diapers in the cart and then he seemed to look at the direction of my shorts. I could have died right then and there. I knew that he knew that I was the youngest child in my family and with a package of Junior Peaudouce Disposable Diapers that it stated it will fit a teenager up to 110 pounds in the cart. I figured that he put two and two together and knew that the diapers were for me, especially the way my mesh shorts bulked out a bit and the slight color of the baby blue diaper underneath my shorts. He didn’t say anything about his discovery and said that he’d see me later. By the time we checked out, my diaper was completely wet. I whispered to my mother about my wet condition, but she informed me that I’d have to wait to have my diaper changed as they was one more stop on our shopping excursion. I asked if I could change into one of the newly purchased Peaudouce diapers in the van, but she told me that there were too many people around for me to have my diaper changed. I’d have to wait until we got home. I really wanted to see what these new diapers would look and feel like on me. Oh well, I guess another hour or so wouldn’t hurt me. My mother was driving and she pulled into a parking lot of a Michael’s Craft Store, where my mother wanted to pick up some things for the up coming fall and Christmas season. As we shopped, I felt myself wetting more. I hoped that my disposable diaper would take on the additional wetness, but was I wrong, slowly a dark wet spot appeared on my mesh shorts and began to trickle down my leg. I was so embarrassed over that one little boy about the age of 8, said in a loud “Look Mommy, that guy over there is wetting his pants.” This little boy’s mother looked at me and left with her child’s hand in tow and exited our area. My mother over hearing this comment she said to me “couldn’t you’ve waited until we got home to have another accident. I guess the diaper you have on is good only for one wetting. Let’s get going and get you home. I had to go to the front of the store in very wet shorts. I sure that most of the people in the store were surprised to see a teenager wet himself and to hear that he was wearing a diaper. As we exited the store, I could tell that some people were looking at my wet shorts and me. I felt so embarrassed walking out of there in a very saturated disposable diaper. In getting in the van, my mother placed a plastic bag on the seat with a towel so that way I wouldn’t get the seat wet. Once we got home, my mother and I carried in the groceries and craft items in which she told me to go to my room for a change. She told me to lie down and she pulled off my shorts over my leg wrappings and un-taped my very wet disposable diaper. She produced a clean dry thick Attends disposable diaper and a diaper-doubler. She informed me that since I was having heavy wetting periods, that I was going to have to wear a thicker, more absorbent diaper to contain my wettings. After a clean pair of shorts was pulled over the bulky mass, I thought to myself that these thicker diapers were going hard to conceal. I sat down at my Nintendo and played a game until dinner was ready.After dinner my dad helped me with a diaper change and noticed that I was wearing a thicker diaper than I previously wore and asked me why I was wearing them thicker. I explained that I was wetting more heavily and mom thought that I needed a thicker absorbent diaper to handle my accidents. He did agree with my mom, but told me that it might be harder to conceal my diapers if I continued in wearing a thicker diaper. He also told me that I seemed in getting use to wearing diapers and wetting them. Maybe it was time that I try a little harder in controlling my bladder. I told my dad that I would love to have control over my bladder and stop wearing diapers, but I can’t feel when I was going to wet myself, so I’d rather wear them than having to wet myself. He agreed along with me that as long as I didn’t mind wearing diapers then they didn’t have a problem with it, either. After my diaper change my folks and I watched a movie for the rest of the night. Once the movie was over I hobbled over toward my room and started to get ready for bed. I told my parents that I wanted to start in getting ready for bed by myself and they let me try. After I removed my wet disposable diaper, which was the easiest part of changing my diaper, but when I tried in placing my thick cloth diapers underneath me and pinning them in place my dad watched me and said that “maybe you still need a little help.” I said ok. He repositioned my cloth diapers and expertly pinned them in place. He helped me snap on my plastic pants over my thick overnight diapers. I got to admit that I really enjoyed being babied by my parents when it came to having my diapers changed. I fell asleep with in 10 minutes after climbing into bed.The next morning I woke up with very wet diaper as usual. It hard to believe that within a few weeks I went from wearing underwear (briefs or boxers) to becoming totally dependent on diapers. As I felt my very wet diaper through my oversized plastic pants, I couldn’t help but feel how nice it felt to actually be wearing diapers. I had no idea that wearing diapers could be pleasurable if not darn right sexual. So far the only thing that I did sexual with my diapers was to masturbate. I enjoyed the feeling of wet diapers or even clean dry diapers, but masturbating in them was a turn on for me. I did not discuss this with my parents or even Josh, but I think my parents might know, as they might be able to tell when they change my wet diapers. I got up out of bed and retrieved a disposable diaper from the new package of Peaudouce my mother bought yesterday. They were extremely thick and had padding on the sides. The diapers like I said earlier were a light baby-blue coloring and they even had prints on the front of the diaper, just like baby diapers, but these prints were more geared for older children, such as sailboats, anchors etc. They also had a waistband like found on the Attends, but looking at them they really looked liked over-sized baby diapers. I sat on the edge of my bed, un-snapped my plastic pants and took them off. As I started to un-pin my very wet cloth diaper, my dad walked in on me. As he saw what I was trying to do, he told me that if I needed any help that I was to call him. I continued in changing my diaper, by wiping myself with some Huggies baby wipes and then proceeding in placing the new disposable diaper underneath me. I was having a hard time taping on my disposable diaper with one hand, so I called my dad for help. After my dad finished diapered me, I looked at the mirror and it was amazing that the diapers I had on actually looked liked real disposable baby diapers, nice and thick. I did not want to admit that I actually enjoyed wearing nice thick diapers. I know that I shouldn’t enjoy wearing diapers at 15, even though I need to wear them, but something about being diapered during your teenage years somewhat excited me. I don’t know if it was the budge in my pants, the crinkle of the plastic of my diaper or just the sheer thickness of my diapers between my legs, either it be thick cloth diapers and plastic pants or disposable diapers. I even enjoyed wetting them, even though I had no control over my bladder and didn’t know what I was wetting myself, until I felt the wetness in my diaper. I actually enjoyed having wet diapers on and having my parents change my diapers. Maybe some day I could get Josh to change my diapers. Well, I can dream can’t I?Part 2 - “The Recovery”As I admired the way these new “Peaudouce” disposable diapers looked on me, I started to get dressed when my dad told me that we would be going to church yet this morning. I went over to my closet and picked out a pair of dress slacks and tried to put them over my wrappings, but it was difficult to slip them over my leg, let alone try to wear them over my very thick disposable diaper. My dad sensing that I was having difficulty selecting the proper attire for church, looked in my closet and pulled out a pair of Dockers casual dress slacks that I didn’t know they existed. He explained to me that while shopping for my diaper supplies, they though that I would need some additional clothing to fit over my new thick underwear. They decided to shop at J.C. Penney’s in the mall. They choose this pair because the fabric stretched and would easily pull over my leg. They also picked out the waist size that was about 2” bigger than what I normally wear to accommodate diapers for their teenage son. I sat on the edge of my bed and pulled the slacks over my legs and up and over my Peaudouce disposable diapers. I selected a long sleeve dress shirt and tucked them into my pants. As I was putting on my belt, I noticed that my pants were slightly on the bulky side. This was caused because of the thick diapers I had on underneath. I thought to myself that they weren’t really that noticeable, or at least that’s what I hoped for. I liked having to wear diapers, but then I didn’t want to advertise that I was wearing diapers.After breakfast my parents and I climbed into the family van, me in tow with my crutches and headed off to church. Once inside St. Paul’s Lutheran church, I meet up with a friend (Jason) whom I saw at the grocery store. He asked his parents if it would be all right if he sat with me. They asked my parents and they said it would be ok. Jason and I sat behind my parents. I was having a slight problem getting into the pews with my leg as they were and with my crutches. Jason helped me with my crutches, which both of us sat down next to each other. I noticed the crinkling sound of disposable diapers, which I assumed was coming from me, Jason seemed to notice as well. During the church service, we had to stand up occasionally from time to time and every time we had to do this, I heard the crinkling of what I thought was my diaper and of course Jason looked at me every time he heard the sound too. I didn’t think he knew that I was actually had diapers on, but I knew that he saw the package of Peaudouce disposable diapers in the shopping cart at the grocery store yesterday. With my shorts bulking out yesterday and now with the crinkling of my disposable diaper underneath my slacks today, I’m sure that he had figured it out. After the service ended Jason helped me with my crutches and was behind me waiting to exit our row of pews, when he placed his hand along my waistline for a brief minute. I could feel that his hand had touched the top plastic of my diaper underneath my shirt. I knew his because you could hear the crinkling as he touched me. He didn’t say anything, but he did give me a strange look. I wondered if he knew that they were diapers because of the slipperiness of the plastic and the obvious crinkling noise. We parted company and my parents and I headed for home.We stopped on the way home from church to Kentucky Fried Chicken to pick-up Sunday dinner. My mom didn’t feel like cooking today so they decided to treat with an entire prepared dinner. Once we got home, my dad asked me if I needed a diaper change before we ate, but I said, “No, I’m ok”. I said this because I was really hungry and just loved Kentucky Fried Chicken. Although I lied and really could have used a diaper change, I wasn’t willing to wait another minute. I thoroughly enjoyed my dinner and didn’t notice that I had severally wet my diaper beyond soaked, which in turn caused my pants to get wet. As I was getting up from the table my parents noticed my wet slacks and questioned me about them. My dad asked me, “Didn’t I ask you if you needed a diaper change right as we got home, and didn’t you tell me that you didn’t need a change? Then how come you have wet your diaper so bad that they leaked, young man?” I responded that I thought I would be able to go without a change and I was really hungry and wanted to eat. My dad told me that “just because you are hungry don’t mean that you can go without having your diaper change when it needs it. There is no point of you wearing diapers if you are going to soak your diaper beyond the point of over-saturation.” My dad promptly told me to go into my room and get undressed so that my diaper could be changed.While I was getting undressed, my dad came into my room and pulled out one of my AttendsÔ disposable diapers and started to poke holes in the outer plastic covering of the diaper. I didn’t know what my dad was up to, but this couldn’t be good. After finishing taking off my church clothes, I lay down on my bed so that my dad could change my wet diaper. My dad proceeded to un-tape my soaked diaper, rolled it up and threw it away. He then cleaned me up with some baby wipes and placed the dry disposable diaper underneath me with an added diaper liner inside the disposable. After he taped the diaper up on me I asked him why he poked holes in the diaper, in which he replied, “You’ll see in a minute!” My dad then went over to the closet and pulled out some thick cloth diapers, diaper pins and plastic pants. He came back toward me and told me to lift up my butt, which he placed the thick cloth diapers underneath me and pinned them up over my disposable diaper. I asked him why he was putting two types of diapers on me. He replied that since I have a problem with wetting my pants and not letting them know when I need a diaper change, then for the reminder of the day, I was going to wear these thick diapers to remind me of my wetting accident.“I’m sure that you won’t leak with the added diapers along with your normal disposable diapers.” He also told me that he is sorry about the accident, which caused me some bladder damage and now needed to wear diapers. He continued in saying that, “I know that it must be hard for someone of your age to start wearing diapers again, but there is no point in having to wear them if you are just going to over-saturate your diaper. You have to remember to change your diaper before it becomes a problem.” He then said to me, “You’ll keep these diapers on, until your bedtime at that point we’ll change you into your night diaper. Since you will be thickly diapered for the rest of the afternoon, what you do for the rest of the day is up to you!”After he finished telling me this, he pulled a pair of “Soft N’ Silent” pull-on vinyl pants over the thick diapers. He then pulled a pair of Nikeâ cotton shorts over my obviously thick diapers and plastic pants. I stood up which you still could hear the crinkling of the disposable diaper that was underneath the thick cloth diaper and plastic pants that covered it. The noise wasn’t quite as loud as normal, but you still could detect the crinkling sound. My dad then handed me a T-shirt, which when I put it on, I noticed that it was on the short side. He told me that I wasn’t to change clothes until bedtime. After my dad left my bedroom, I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn’t believe that I resembled a toddler instead of the 15-year old I was. To me my diapers were really noticeable and very time I bent or leaned over, my shirt, which was on the short side to begin with, rode up and the top of my plastic pants showed.I came out of my bedroom and once my mom saw me wearing really thick diapers, she asked my dad why. He told my mom, “since he didn’t care that he had wet himself and didn’t tell us that he needed a change, then he is going to wear a diaper that is thick enough so he won’t wet his pants again.” My mom agreed with my dad that maybe it was best to teach me a lesson, after all she said that they weren’t really that noticeable. “Yah, right mom,” I said. “These diapers are so thick that I can’t put my legs together!” I added.“Well then maybe the next time you can inform your dad or myself when you’re wet and need a change and not wait until you leak. Remember that your diapers are for your own protection against wet clothing and bedding. It doesn’t do anybody any good if you over-saturate your diapers,” she said. She also told me, “if you weren’t going to ask for a change, then we should start to check your diaper and change your diaper like parents do to baby that can’t talk.” I replied that I didn’t want that and that I would ask for a change when needed.I decided to play Nintendo in my room for the rest of the day. I enjoyed wearing diapers, but the way I was diapered and dressed it was an advertisement that I wore diapers. I couldn’t let anyone see my thickly diapered state, even Josh. About one hour into my game, the doorbell rang. I didn’t run to the door and answer it like I’d normally do, but decided to stay put. Who could blame me…who would want to see a 15-year old boy in very thick diapers and plastic pants. I didn’t pay much attention to who was at the door but within a minute, my mom told me that I had visitor. I hadn’t even gotten the chance to cover up my shamefully thick shorts, when Jason stepped into my bedroom doorway.“Hi, Tim. I thought I’d stop by and see what you are up to this afternoon. Hope you don’t mind me stopping by without notice?” Jason asked me.“No, that’s alright. I was just playing a Nintendo game. Have a seat,” I replied to Jason. As Jason sat down on the floor next to me, I noticed the familiar crinkling sound that I was use to hearing when I sat down or walked. I really didn’t think too much of it, but when Jason moved about, I heard the crinkling sound again. Maybe I was alittle paranoid about Jason finding out about my diapers. I quickly finished the game that I was playing and as I was doing this I felt myself wet. I let out a gusher but luckily for me I had on so much protection that there would no way I could have leaked. I was alittle embarrassed that I had wet myself in front of Jason, but he didn’t seem to notice. I wondered if Jason was just being nice and not saying anything about my shorts being so bulky. But when you think about it, how could you not notice the bulk in my shorts, the crinkling of the disposable diaper underneath my thick cloth diapers or even my plastic pants that would stick out if I weren’t careful. Jason didn’t say anything to me yet but did look at my shorts once in awhile.After I finished my game, I asked Jason if he wanted to play a game with me. He told me that he would love to. I set the controls for two people and both of us started to play Nintendo on the floor in my bedroom. I was getting really comfortable around Jason, after all he never mentioned about my diapers. I guess he probably didn’t even think that a 15-year old would be diapered. As the game continued, Jason moved around when it was his turn. I could swear that every time Jason moved about, I heard the crinkling sound, like it was coming from Jason himself. Could it be that Jason wore diapers, too? Nah, he couldn’t be. I never yet meet anyone my age that still wore diapers. I knew that my plastic pants were showing from the leg openings from my shorts, but Jason did seem to look directly at them, but he didn’t say a word. There I go again, being paranoid about the whole diaper thing. He probably doesn’t have a clue that I’m wearing diapers.While our game continued, I score big time points and Jason in retaliation, push me over on the floor. My shirt rode up, exposing my plastic pants and bits of my cloth diapers and even a bit of my disposable diaper sticking out from the cloth diaper to Jason. As I bent forward to correct myself, Jason tugged at my plastic pants and said to me ,“Nice underwear, Tim!” I didn’t know what to say and before I could say anything…Jason said to me, “You don’t have to worry about anything Tim. Your secret is safe with me. I know that you wear diapers, but why?”I explained to him that it started several weeks ago when I was in that car accident with Josh. Apparently my bladder was damaged and now I have to wear diapers all the time to help me from wetting my pants. Jason said to me, “but at church this morning, you weren’t wearing them this thick?”I explained that after church I didn’t ask for a change and ended up wetting myself, “so my dad made me wear these really thick diapers for the entire day. I guess he wanted to make sure I didn’t leak again and teach me a lesson that I need to have my diaper changed when it needs it.” I also told him that I was alittle embarrassed in seeing him, especially when I was wearing a thick disposable diaper, another thick cloth diaper and then plastic pants underneath my shorts. Jason just replied, “Well, the way you’re thickly diapered, I don’t think that you have to worry about wetting your pants and I’m sure that your diapers can handle all the wettings until bedtime.”“So you don’t mind that I have to wear diapers, Jason?” I asked him.“Not at all, Tim. I kinda figured that you wore diapers when I saw you and your mom at the grocery store the other day. I noticed the package of those junior disposable diapers in your shopping cart; you know the ultra thick kind. I even noticed that you might even be wearing them at the store because your mesh shorts kinda showed them. Then this morning at church, I heard that familiar crinkling sound when you moved about, especially when you sat down. That’s when I knew that you were wearing diapers, but I didn’t know why you were wearing them. I had to come over this afternoon to see if you were actually wearing them.”“Jason, how do you know that the diapers in our shopping cart yesterday were the ultra thick kind, and what do you mean a familiar crinkling sound?” I asked.“Well, umm, well I guess, I mean, umm, it said so on the package,” as Jason stumbled to talk. “I also have a brother who is in diapers and he always crinkles when he moves about, like you.” Jason added. I thought about it a minute or so and then decided that he could be right.“Hey, why don’t you sleep over this Friday night. Since you now know that I wear diapers, it won’t be a big deal. We could have lots of fun,” I asked Jason. I could tell that Jason was taken back by my offer to spend the night over at my house and he did squirm alittle and as he did, I noticed once again the crinkling sound.“I don’t know, I’m not sure if my mom will allow me to sleep over at someone else’s house,” Jason told me.“Then if you can’t sleep over at my house maybe I can sleep over at your house some night” I asked.“I’m not sure if that would work out, either,” Jason replied.“Ok, something is not right here, Jason. First you come over here to see if I’m wearing diapers and then when I ask you to sleep over at my house, you turn me down. Is it because I have to wear diapers or something else? Another thing, you say you can hear the crinkling of my disposable diaper underneath my pants, but I could swear that when you move about I could hear the same crinkling sound. Is there something your not telling me Jason!” I asked of him.“Tim, I have something to confess to you. I was alittle more interested in finding out if you wore diapers than a normal teen would be, Gosh this is hard to tell you,” Jason stammered again.“Look Jason, you can tell me anything. I mean, you know that I wear diapers, so what’s the big deal?” I replied back.“Well, you know that I said that I noticed a familiar crinkling sound of your diaper, well how can I say this right. I might as well show you instead!” Jason quietly said. With very little warning, Jason unbuckled his jeans and tugged them down just enough for me to get a good look at what he was wearing. My suspicions where right…Jason was not wearing regular underwear as any normal 15-year old should be wearing but what Jason had on was a disposable diaper. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Here Jason is, the same age as I and he is wearing the same Junior Peaudouce disposable diapers that I was wearing. Even like myself, Jason’s diaper seemed to be wet as well.“Why are you wearing diapers, Jason?” I asked him.“I’ve been a bedwetter all my life and have been wearing diapers at night to control my bedwetting, but recently within a few months or so, I started in having daytime accidents. My parents decided that if I was going to wet my pants, too, then I was going to have to start to wear daytime diapers. I haven’t worn them to school yet and hopefully I won’t have to. My parents generally make me wear them after school or on weekends. I guess this is their punishment for my daytime accidents,” Jason told me.“Why have you been wetting yourself during the daytime. Is they’re something physically wrong?” I asked.“No, I really don’t need daytime diapers, but those daytime accidents happened in part that I was too lazy to go to the bathroom when I needed too,” Jason replied. “Although I do have to admit, these Junior Disposable Diapers are really soft and more comfortable than I thought they’d be. I really don’t miss wearing regular underwear!” Jason confided in me.“Do you like wearing diapers too, Tim?” Jason asked me.“Well, not at first. I hated the fact that I had to wear diapers again. I mean, I’m fifteen. Fifteen year-olds don’t wear diapers. We should be wearing boxer shorts or regular briefs, not diapers. I was never a bedwetter like you, but since the accident and returning in wearing diapers all the time; I’m getting used to wearing them. Of course, now that I have to wear them, they are actually very comfortable and soft like you said,” I replied.“These Peaudouce junior diapers are really comfortable, although the AttendsÔ disposable diapers fit better and are abit more thicker. Do you ever wear cloth diapers and plastic pants, Jason?” I asked.“No, my parents always have put me in disposable diapers at night. It makes it easier for me to change myself and this way they don’t have to deal with washing any diapers!” Jason replied. “Do you wear cloth diapers and plastic pants, Tim?” Jason asked me.“Yes, my parents bought me several dozen cloth diapers and several pairs of plastic pants. They thought that it would save them money if I wore cloth diapers at night instead of a disposable diaper,” I told him.“Gosh, what is it like wearing thick cloth diapers and plastic pants?” Jason asked.“It’s not all that bad. At first I thought myself as a baby when they diapered me that first night in cloth diapers and plastic pants, but then I realized that this was only for the night time and no one would ever see them, except for today. The only problem with cloth diapers is that when they are wet, you actually know that you are wet, unlike wearing a disposable diaper, the wetness passes through the diaper leaving you nice and dry. Sometimes it sorta nice being in nice comfy thick cloth diapers and a nice pair of super soft plastic pants. It makes you feel all comfortable and secure,” I told him.We talked alittle more about being fifteen and still wearing diapers. We discussed about the fact that I might have to return to school wearing diapers and I told him that I was hoping that my bladder would heal by then and I would no longer have the need for diapers. Jason told me that he’d better get heading home, especially when Jason told me that he had wet his diaper again and needed a change. I offered Jason one of my disposable diapers to change in to, but he told me that he felt alittle uncomfortable about changing in someone else’s house. We did talk about staying over at each other’s house some night and he agreed that since the both of us knew about each other’s diapers that it probably would be ok to do so. Jason also thanked me for being open about his diapers and sharing my feelings about myself wearing them. Jason left my house and I was thrilled that I wasn’t the only 15 year-old still in diapers, or at least most of the time. Maybe wearing diapers wasn’t going to be that bad after all. I also was thrilled at the prospect of both Jason and I sleeping over some night. We would be sleeping in the same room wearing the same nightwear, which of course was DIAPERS.My mom came into my room and told me that dinner was almost ready and I was to wash up. I asked her if I could get out of these thick diapers as they were getting abit uncomfortable, but she replied that I was being punished for wetting myself and I would have to stay thickly diapered until bedtime. Well at least I wouldn’t have to worry about leaking but what I wasn’t prepared for was what was to happen after dinner. My parents and I enjoyed the dinner my mom prepared and we talked about several topics, but the only topic that wasn’t discussed was that I was thickly diapered for abusing my say when I needed a diaper change earlier in the day. After dinner, I had the urge to poop, and I knew that I was to be kept in these very thick diapers until bedtime. I didn’t know what to do. I thought about taking off my diapers and using the toilet to release my bowels, but I wasn’t sure what my parents would do if the found out that I used the toilet. It was bad enough wearing these really thick diapers for wetting myself, but could you imagine what they would do to me for not using my diapers for that they were intended for. The urge was getting so bad, that finally about ½ hour later I messed in my diaper. I could feel the warm sticky mass spreading around inside my diaper. Thank-God that I was double diapered, as if I wasn’t, I’m sure that it would have leaked out of my disposable diaper. I decided to play another Nintendo game and as I sat down, I could feel the thick mass spread even more around my buttocks and groin. I was feeling very uncomfortable by this time. About 2 hours later my mom came into my room and told me that it was time that I get ready for bedtime. I was told to lie down on my bed so she could change my diaper. She pulled off my shirt, shorts and socks, exposing my thickly diapered state. She knew that I was wet, but never realized what she would find after pulling off my plastic pants. After my plastic pants were removed, a smell permeated the room. She then said to me, “My God, either you’re extremely wet or that you messed in your diapers as well.”After un-pinning my cloth diapers, she noticed that I had messed my diaper and it was leaking onto the cloth diaper as well. “You’re a mess, I guess this is my fault. If you were allowed to use the bathroom, you wouldn’t have messed in your diapers. I’m sorry that you were kept in these really thick diapers all day and that you had to mess in them, too. I bet that you couldn’t have been really comfortable. I know that you need diapers to control your bladder, but you shouldn’t have to worry about messing in them too. Can you forgive us, Tim?” she said.As she was cleaning me up, I told her that it was ok. “It was my fault for wetting my pants like I did after church and not telling you that I needed a diaper change.”Wearing these really thick diapers really wasn’t all that bad. They were actually comfortable and not once did I have to worry about wetting my pants or having my diaper change, except when I messed in them. I really didn’t like that feeling of a messy diaper. My mom asked me if Jason discovered that I was wearing diapers. I told her that it was obvious that I was wearing diapers and that Jason had noticed my plastic pants sticking out from my shorts, but I also told her that Jason figured it out at church, when he heard the crinkling inside my pants. I also told her that he saw the package of the Junior Peaudouce disposable diapers in the shopping car the other day and that he had put two and two together.Once she cleaned me up, she placed a clean cloth diaper underneath my butt and sprinkled some baby powder on my nice dry diapers and me. She then pinned the diapers up in place and pair of super soft plastic pants was pulled up in place. After I was diapered for the night, she then un-wrapped my leg and cleaned that up as well. As she was doing this, she asked me how Jason handled the fact that I was wearing diapers again. I told her that he didn’t care in the least bit, but I also didn’t tell her that Jason was a bedwetter and wore night diapers and even wore them during the daytime. I figured that I would have too, sometime, but not now.Once my leg was cleaned and re-wrapped, she kissed me goodnight and turned out the lights and shut my bedroom door. I was lying there wearing nothing but thick cloth diapers and plastic pants. I couldn’t help but wonder what the next few days or weeks would bring. Here I am fifteen and wearing diapers. I have a best friend (Josh) who knows about my diapers and couldn’t care less that I wear diapers and a new friend (Jason) who I just discovered was wearing diapers just like me. It couldn’t get any better that this, or could it?Part 3 - Jason and his DiapersAs I lay there in bed I couldn’t help but thinking about the discovery of Jason’s diapers. I mean just think, Jason was 15 like me and wore diapers to bed because of a bedwetting problem and even had to wear them during the daytime because of occasional accidents. I slowly drifted off to sleep that night thinking about Jason and that we both wore diapers.I woke up early Monday morning and pulled a pair of pajamas over my bulky leg wrappings and night diapers and went into the living room to watch some TV. As I watched TV, I knew that my diapers were extremely wet and needed a change but I didn’t want to wake up my parents to change me. Even though I was fifteen, well past the age that I should be changing my own diapers but I felt little embarrassment when someone changed my diapers. I guess having someone change your wet diaper into a clean dry comfy diaper made you feel all warm inside. My father woke up about an hour later and told me to go in to my room so my diapers could be changed before he left for work. I lied down on my bed, which my father pulled off my pajamas then proceeded to pull off my plastic pants away from my very wet diapers. As he un-pinned the diapers he said to me that he was glad that I accepted that I needed to wear diapers. He placed another thick diaper underneath me and bunched them up together and pinned them on each side. “Dad, how long do you think I’ll have to wear diapers?” I asked him as he was pinning on my cloth diapers. “Well, it’s tough to say at this point, but until your bladder heals and you stop wetting yourself, you’re going to need diapers” my Dad answered. My father placed a pair of snap-on plastic pants underneath me and proceeded to snap them up over my diapers. These particular snap-on plastic pants had a design on them, sorta abit on the juvenile side as far as the appearance goes. My father looked at me and told me that he thought I could use a change in my plastic pants and anyway he thought I looked pretty cute in them. As he finished diapering me, I told him that I found out that I’m not the only teenager that needs diapers. “Oh really?” my Dad asked. “Yah, you know Jason who came over yesterday, well I found out that he wets the bed and has to wear diapers at night and even during the daytime sometimes too. He asked me why I was wearing diapers, in which I explained to him about accident with the damage to my bladder. I noticed that every time Jason moved about, there seemed to be some crinkling sounds, so I asked him if he was wearing them too. He came out and told me that he was wearing a disposable diaper and needed them during the daytime once in a while since he occasionally wets himself during the daytime. He didn’t want to wet himself at our house yesterday so his parents had him wear a diaper.” I replied. “Looks like someone has a diaper buddy” as my Dad patted my diapered rear-end. After my plastic pants were snapped in place over my diaper he thoroughly checked for stray bits of the cloth diapers sticking out from the plastic pants. After finishing with my diaper change, my Dad decided to change my leg bandages. He went in to the supply cabinet and retrieved some clean bandages, sterile pads and hydrogen peroxide. He spread a towel underneath my legs and pulled off the old bandages. After they were removed he carefully wiped down the area with the peroxide. Once this was done, he placed the sterile pads over the wounds and wrapped up my legs with some sterile gauze bandages. I sorta resembled a mummy, with my legs all wrapped up and with thick cloth diapers and plastic pants on me. I thanked my dad for changing me and changing my leg bandages. I put my pajama’s back on over my legs and thick diapers. Being wrapped up as I was and particularly wearing such thick diapers, it was a little hard to walk and bend down. I was getting better at moving around since the accident, but I was still a little slow. I went into the kitchen to fix myself something for breakfast. While I was eating my cereal, my dad came into the kitchen and asked me if I would like Jason in spending this Friday night at our house and coming along with us to the lake on Saturday and Sunday. He thought it might be a good idea for me to make new friends and talk to someone who has the same problems with bladder control. I told him that I would speak to him, but I also asked if Josh could join us too, it might be fun to have a couple of friends at the lake. He said that it would be Ok if Josh joined us too, but wondered if Josh would be a little uneasy with that two of his friends would need and wear diapers. I knew that Josh knew Jason, but wasn’t sure if he was aware that Jason wore diapers too. Since Jason and I told each other that our secrets would be safe with each other, I wasn’t about to tell Josh about Jason’s diapers. He would have to find it out for himself.After breakfast and about 10am, Josh stopped over to see me. He wanted to know what our plans were for today and summer vacation. I told him that why don’t we go into my room and play a game of Nintendo and talk about our plans for the summer. I was still in my pajamas and it was obvious that I had on thick diapers underneath. As we played Nintendo awhile, Josh noticed my plastic pants sticking out from my pajamas and asked me if I needed a change since it was obvious that I was still in my night diapers. “No, I replied, my dad changed me earlier this morning into some dry cloth diapers and plastic pants.” “Why cloth diapers and not a disposable one?” Josh asked. I guess they are just trying to save on the expense of the disposables, when I’m at home, I’ll probably have to wear cloth diapers and plastic pants” I replied. “Oh, that’s cool, but aren’t they abit uncomfortable especially with those plastic pants?” Josh added. “No, not really. At first it felt pretty weird wearing thick cloth diapers and plastic pants, but I’m pretty used to them now. They are really more absorbent than a disposable.” I replied. Just then my mom peeked inside my room and told me that she had errands to run and that she might not be back until early afternoon, if that was alright with me. I told her that I’d be OK and that Josh and I were going to do something today. “Well, goodbye Tim and have a good day” my mom told me. After she had left, Josh asked me what I wanted to do today. I told him that I kinda wanted to go to the mall and get some new clothes for the summer. My parents gave me money to go clothes shopping sometime and I figured that this would be a great opportunity to do it without my parents. “Great, we can take the red line bus to the mall and have some fun” Josh replied. “Well I better get changed and dressed if we want to make the 11:30 Red Line” I came back with. “You’re not planning on wearing cloth diapers and plastic pants underneath your pants are you? Won’t they be abit on the bulky side?” Josh asked me. “No, I’ll change into a disposable diaper for the afternoon” I replied. “Do you need any assistance changing?” Josh quietly asked. “I do have to admit that I have trouble changing myself. With my arm in a cast and with my legs the way they are, it is pretty difficult right now to change myself.” I told Josh. “So then I guess the answer would be ’Yes’,” Josh replied. “Yes I would like if you helped me” I told him.I went over to my closet and opened the door. Josh peered inside my closet and was astounded what he saw. He couldn’t believe his eyes; there in the closet it was full of diapers. Cloth ones, disposables of every type in two different colors and a variety of plastic pants, not to mention other items such as baby powder, diaper rash lotion and diaper pins. “So it looks like your parents went all out with your supplies. The way it looks, your parents think that you’ll in diapers for an indefinite period of time” Josh remarked. “Gosh I hope not, I don’t want to return to school this fall still wearing diapers” I added. “What happens if you have to wear diapers to school this fall” Josh asked me. “I’m not sure but hopefully my bladder will be healed by then” I replied. “Let’s hope so,” Josh Added. I handed Josh one of the “Peaudouceä” disposable diapers then started to take off my pajamas when Josh told me to lie down and he’d change me. I felt a little uneasy with my best friend seeing me just in my diapers, let alone changing them. I knew that I secretly wanted him to change my diapers, but couldn’t ask him but as long as he volunteered for the job, who was I to argue. I lied down, which Josh pulled my pajamas away from the diapers and plastic pants. “Cute plastic pants” Josh said to me. He carefully unsnapped my plastic pants from my cloth diaper and he said to me “Looks like someone wet themselves again, you’re really soaked. I guess you really need diapers, huh Tim?” Josh stated. All I could say at this point was “Huh, huh” I was trying to keep a cool head on my shoulders, as I was feeling a little excited over that Josh was changing my diapers. I didn’t want to get a hard-on and have Josh see that. I thought of other things to keep from getting a hard-on. While Josh un-pinned my wet diapers, he asked me if my parents always changed my diapers, or if I sometimes did it. I replied that since the accident, I’ve never changed myself. One of my parents always changed my diapers. “Doesn’t that make you feel like a baby, when they have to change your diapers all the time” Josh asked. Not now, but in the beginning it was weird have them change me and I did feel like a baby in having my diapers changed. But I try not to think about it, just like now, having you change my diapers.” I replied. Once my wet diaper was off, I took some wipe-ups and cleaned my diaper region off. After that was done, Josh slid the clean dry disposable diaper underneath me and sprinkled some baby powder over my groins and pulled the diaper snuggly in place and taped them up. “All set buddy, you’re dry and have a clean diaper on, get dressed and let’s get going.” Josh told me. I thanked him for changing my diapers and I asked him where he got good at changing diapers. Josh replied that he has an 8 year-old cousin who is handicapped and needs to wear diapers too. He baby-sits for his cousin once in a while and has to change his diapers, so that’s where he got to be an expert at changing diapers. Thank god that I didn’t get a complete hard-on, but I knew that Josh must have seen that I was getting a little excited. Josh didn’t say anything to me as he taped up my diaper. Josh did mention that my baby-blue disposable diapers were kinda cute on me. I put on a pair of Levi’s 560’s, they had more room in the seat and didn’t make it obvious that I was wearing diapers. After I dressed myself, I decided to bring along an extra disposable diaper with me, incase I needed a change, but I didn’t know how to go about it. Josh suggested that I carry a backpack, since school just let out for the summer, it wouldn’t be all that unusual for someone of my age to be carrying around a backpack. I stuffed the disposable diaper in the backpack along with a couple of books, just to make it more real. Once I was set to go, we headed to the red line bus stop and waited for our ride.We got to the mall around 11:30am which both of us decided to visit the arcade. We played for only about ½ hr. and then decided to go shopping. Our first stop was Abercrombie & Fitch. I always liked the graphics of the stores photo boards. All these guys were buff and very well toned. As I looked that the photo boards I imagined that a disposable diaper would be sticking out from underneath one of the cute boys A&F boxer shorts. I didn’t let on to Josh about my feelings, even I wasn’t sure about them. I realized that the style was to have your boxer shorts visible above your waistline, but there would be no way that I could do this, even with wearing boxer shorts over my diapers. I didn’t want my diapers visible to anyone else, or at least not yet. I was just getting comfortable in having Josh and Jason seeing me just in my diapers. I tried on some cargo shorts, but Josh said that they were pretty slim and that it had an obvious bulky look about me. I was getting a little upset that very thing I tried on especially when it made my diapers obvious. I saw Josh talking to one of the sales guy, which both of them came over my way. The sales guy suggested that I try on one of the relaxed or easy fit cargo shorts. He said that these are made roomier in the seat and just might help someone with my condition. I asked Josh if he said anything to him and he said “Yes” Josh said it isn’t the first time he heard of this, anyway they are professionals, and it’s their jobs to help the customer. I was trying some on, when the sales guy came into the dressing room to give me another pair that he thought I might like. I was just standing there in my baby-blue disposable diaper (which by this point were damp) and my shirt. I felt like crawling underneath a rock, when he said to me “It’s no big deal, I’ve seen diapers on big kids before, in fact I have a kid brother that’s about the same age as you are and he still needs night diapers.” I couldn’t believe it that there was someone else my age that wore diapers besides Jason and myself. I continued to try on another pair of cargo shorts and pants, all in front of this sales guy. I felt a whole better knowing that it’s nothing new to him. He remarked that the ones I was trying on didn’t show much of my diapered state. He also added that it looks like I was pretty wet and it would be ok if I changed my diaper before leaving the store. I told him that I was ok but if I needed a change later on, could I come back and change them. He said that it would be OK. My purchases were that of some easy fit cargo shorts, some printed Hawaiian shirts and a pair of swim shorts. The sales guy even suggested that I buy some cotton square-cut briefs with the wide waistband. He said that if I wore them over my diapers, the wide waistband and the pouch would help conceal the diapers underneath the briefs. Mike the sales guy even gave me a pair to try on over my diapers and once I had them on I noticed that my diapers were completely covered up. They did seem to add a little more bulk once I pulled my jeans back on over my diapers and briefs, but they did seem to cut down on the crinkling of my diaper. I looked in the mirror with my jeans on without my shirt and all I noticed was the A&F briefs and not my diaper. This would be cool; I could wear my diapers and the briefs and not worry about my diaper showing. All that would be showing if I bent over would be the A&F briefs, which would be cool to show off anyway. I decided to buy 3-pairs of these square-cut briefs, two pairs of the large size and one pair in the medium size. Mike told me that the large size would accommodate a thicker diaper. He also told me that he purchased some for his younger brother to conceal his diapers. After exiting the dressing rooms and gathered my purchases, Mike thanked me for my purchases in return I thanked him for his professionalism.We exited Abercrombie & Fitch and both of looked at each other and said, “Food Court” I got Chinese food and Josh got pizza. We both sat down and eat our meals and talked about Mike at Abercrombie & Fitch. Josh asked me “So who do you think his brother is. Since his brother is our age, do you think we know him! I don’t think I know of anyone else that wear diapers other than you.” “I’m not sure myself” I added. It didn’t even cross my mind that Jason wore them and didn’t know if Jason had an older brother. After finishing our meals, we got up which Josh said that he needed to use the restroom. I waited outside the restroom for Josh’s return and we both walked the mall and shopped some more. About an hour or so, I quietly told Josh that I was in need of a change. He asked me how was I planning on having my diapers changed. It would odd to see two teenage boys going into the same bathroom stall. I told him that Mike at Abercrombie & Fitch said that I could come back there to change if I wanted to. Josh agreed that it was probably best if we went back to A&F.Once back inside A&F, I approached Mike and asked him if I could change. He said that it would be no problem. Mike told one of his co-workers that he was going to help a customer and that it might be a bit before he returned. He quietly told Josh to wait outside the dressing rooms, since it might be odd looking if he came with us. Mike showed me to a private dressing room, which even had a complete door on it, instead of one of those half doors like you normally might see. He opened up the door with his key and told me to go inside. I guess I was showing a bit of uneasiness, when Mike asked me if I needed help. I sheepishly said yes. “Well, like it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve changed a diaper on a fifteen year old. He told me to lie down so he could help me with my diaper. I lied down and he proceeded to unbuckle my jeans exposing the square-cut briefs I now had on over my diaper. Mike said to me… “See, I can’t even see your diaper underneath your briefs. They do a good job concealing your diaper. He pulled my jeans down then pulled the briefs away from my wet diaper. He pulled out a clean dry diaper out from my backpack. He un-taped my wet diaper and rolled it up. He slid the clean dry diaper up underneath me and expertly taped them up on each side. As he was changing my diapers, he commented that the diaper I was wearing was just like his kid brother wore. After my diaper was changed, I pulled up the square-cut briefs back over my diaper and then pulled my jeans back on and thanked Mike for changing me. Josh and I left the store, which Josh asked me if I had changed myself or if Mike had to help. I responded that Mike changed me. “Weren’t you abit embarrassed in having some complete stranger change your diapers. I mean you’re 15 years old, I think you can change your own diapers when your parents aren’t around can’t you”. Josh asked. “Yah, I know I should be changing myself, but it is a little hard changing them, especially with my arm in a cast. It’s just easier and quicker for someone to change my diapers” I replied. Josh replied that I was probably right, but it took guts to have that sales guy change your diaper.We decided that we had enough shopping for one day so we took the Red Line home before 4:30 in the afternoon. Josh’s bus stop was before mine, so he got off first. Once home, I was loaded down with packages from the Mall, my mother asked me what I had purchased. I showed her the cargo shorts and the square-cut briefs from Abercrombie & Fitch, Jeans and other clothes from Old Navy, the Gap, etc. She asked me if I considered the type of pants when wearing diapers and then asked me why I purchased 3 pairs of cotton briefs when I know that I wouldn’t be able to wear them, since I had to wear diapers. I explained to her that these briefs would be worn over my diaper to conceal them and to cut down on the crinkling of my diaper. I also told her that tried on very pair of shorts and jeans and took in consideration of my diapers. My mom also asked if I needed a change, which I replied that I did. As she changed my diaper, she commented that she was surprised that the briefs did conceal my diaper. She also told me that maybe it was the right thing to buy those briefs to help conceal your diapers, as I might be in them for a while. She said they’ll probably help when you return to school this fall. She didn’t come right out and say to me that I would be wearing diapers to school this fall, but she implied it. After she quickly changed my diaper she went back into the kitchen to finish dinner. The phone rang and my mom said it was for me. I answered the phone, it Jason was on the other side. He asked me if I wanted to come over for supper. I told him to hang on and I’d ask my parents. My mom told me that it would be ok, but I needed to be back by 8:30pm. I returned to the phone and told Jason that it was OK with my parents and I would be over within a ½ hour. Before I left the house for Jason’s, my mom asked me if I needed a change or add some extra absorbency. I told her that it probably would be in my best interest if I added a diaper liner inside my disposable diaper. She quickly changed my dry diaper for one with a diaper liner inside. At least now I wouldn’t have to worry about changing my diaper over at Jason’s, especially if Jason’s parents weren’t aware of my condition. I kept the A&F brief on over my diaper, but it added a little more bulk to my jeans, but Jason knew that I wore diapers.Once I was at Jason’s, he greeted me at the door. This was the first time I was at Jason’s, since we just got to know each other since Church and at my house last Sunday. If it wasn’t for the diaper thing, I don’t think that I would be having dinner right now at Jason’s. He introduced me to his parents. They both seemed very pleasant. His mother told the both of us that dinner would be ready in about ½ hour. Jason asked me if I wanted to see his room and play a quick Nintendo game. I said sure as we went to his room. In his room he had a huge computer desk with his own personal computer, printer and scanner. He also had a complete Nintendo 64 game pack. I was impressed with all the gadgets he had. The controllers were lying on the floor next to his computer chair. As he bent forward to pick up the controls, I noticed a disposable diaper (that resembled Pampers or at least that’s what they looked liked) sticking out from his pants. I asked him why he was wearing a diaper at his house, since he had daytime control for the most part. He told me that he had an accident this morning and when I have an accident I have to wear diapers for the rest of the day. I replied “Well at least I’m not the only one in a diaper”. After I had made that comment Jason tucked in his shirt into his jeans and we both sat down and played a video game. I asked Jason if I embarrassed him by noticing that he was diapered. “No not really, I guess I was a little surprised that you noticed that I was wearing one.” Jason replied. “Well, it’s a little hard not to notice when you see the plastic sticking out from your pants and the noticeable crinkling sound when you move about. Anyway I think you look pretty cute in a diaper,” I added. I couldn’t believe that I actually said that. I know that I was thinking it, but to say it out loud was another thing. “Thanks, you too!” Then I asked Jason what type of disposable diaper he was wearing. I knew that they weren’t Attends or the Peadouce or even Depends, but they seemed to resemble Pampers. He told me that they just had came out with a new larger size of Pampers called “Pampers Kidsâ” Jason showed me the package and I was amazed to see that they were available in 3 sizes. Large was up to 75lbs, XL was from 75lbs to 100lbs and the XXL was for kids over 100lbs. It had a colorful package, with a picture of the diaper. Next to the diaper were kids fitting the description of the respected. You couldn’t see the diapers on the kids, some of them being Jason’s and my age, but the idea was there, that they all wore diapers. Underneath the picture was the wording, “Discreet disposable protection for older children and teenagers”. I just couldn’t believe it! Pampers made in our size, Just like regular baby diapers, but bigger. Jason even showed me one from the package. The diaper even had some prints on the front of the diaper. Instead of rattles, duckies and the sorted baby stuff, these had sailboats, anchors etc. Cool huh. I pulled down the waist band of my jeans exposing just the A&F square-cut briefs and told him that these work great concealing your diaper and even helps with the crinkling sound. Jason told me that he too has some of those, but he normally only wears them if he has to wear diapers out in public and not at home. At this point I didn’t connect what had happened earlier at A&F, but I would soon make the connection.After we played our game, his mother called us for dinner. I trailed Jason as we walked into the dining room. I was shocked to see Mike sitting at one of the chairs. Jason introduced me to his big brother. Mike sat up and shook my hand and winked at me, as in saying “So look it’s diaper boy.” Mike didn’t say a word about what had happened at his store earlier in the day. Well at least I know who his brother is and why he is so good at changing diapers, I bet he’s changed Jason numerous of times. While we were eating at the dinner table, I felt a little uneasy with Mike looking at me at times. I could just think what he was thinking, two teenage boys, still in diapers. What a bunch of babies! After dinner Jason and I excused our selves from the dinner table, Jason whispered something in Mike’s ear. Mike left the room and entered Jason’s room and came out holding one of Jason’s Pampers in one hand and started to walk toward another bedroom. Jason told me that I could go into his room while he took care of something. Of course I knew that Jason needed a diaper change, but I guess Jason didn’t want to admit that he had wet his daytime diaper. While I was playing in Jason’s room Jason and Mike exited the bedroom and Mike was holding a rolled up diaper in his hand as he started to go toward the kitchen, Mike asked me if he could speak to me. I got up and left Jason’s bedroom. Mike quietly asked me if I also needed my diaper changed. I told him that I was ok, that I was wearing a double diaper and could go without a change for the evening. Mike told me that Jason has plenty of diapers, so if you need a change, I can change you into one of Jason’s Pampers. I really wanted to wear one of those “Pampers Kidsâ”, so I sheepishly said to Mike, “Yah, I’m wet, I guess I could use a change.” “I sorta thought so” Mike replied. Go ahead and go into that bedroom, I’ll be with you in a minute”. I entered the bedroom, where just moments ago, Jason had his diaper changed. Mike enters the room with a clean dry “Pampers KidsÔ” in his hand just waiting for me. Mike unbuckled my pants and slid the jeans and the briefs them off of me. He un-taped my wet diaper and cleaned me up. Before you knew it, a clean dry Pamper was slid underneath me and carefully taped in place. I just loved the feeling of these thick disposable diapers on me. They looked just like regular baby diapers. As he finished diapering me, he said, “There you go cowboy, all nice and comfy. Don’t worry about wearing diapers, I don’t think any less of you because you have to wear diapers. Take a look at Jason, he needs to wear them at night for his constant bedwetting. But he could control himself during the daytime if he really wanted too, but as long as he has daytime accidents, the rule is if he has one, he has to wear diapers during the daytime. Clearly he doesn’t mind wearing diapers and I don’t mind changing his diapers and my parents don’t mind that their 15-year old son still requires diapers”. Mike said to me. After what Mike had said to me, I returned to Jason’s room and played a game of Nintendo. Jason said to me “Aren’t these Pampers really comfortable”. I replied “Yes they really are”. I stayed at Jason’s house for another hour or so then I needed to head home.Once I got home, my father told me to get ready for bedtime. Once again I lied down on my bed and my father took off pants exposing my shamefully wet Pamper. As he took off my leg bandages and cleaned up my leg wounds, he commented on the diaper that I was wearing. I told him that I needed a change, so Jason’s older brother changed me into one of Jason’s diapers. He also asked me what they were called. I replied that they were “Pampers KidsÔ” disposable diapers. “You know son, that these diapers you have on, fit you quite well and they seem to hold up with your wetness. Although I noticed that these diapers have a design on the front of them, just a baby diaper would have on them. How do you feel about having a design on them, Tim?” As he was saying this, he place a thick overnight cloth diaper on me and pinned them in place and placed a pair of snap-on plastic pants underneath my diapers and snapped them up over my diapers.“Well, it’s not exactly like the design or print on the front of these diapers are really babyish, they are kinda geared up for older children and teenagers like myself. Instead of duckies and storybook characters, these prints are of sailboats, anchors and such. I think that they are pretty cool. Anyway I have plastic pants with prints on them and you don’t say anything about them.” I told my father. “I guess your right about the prints, maybe the next time we need to get you some more diapers, we’ll pick up a package of these “Pampers KidsÔ” disposable diapers for you” my dad replied. “Cool, I would like that, that way Jason and I would be wearing the same type of diaper.” I replied back. After my father finished diapering me, he walked toward the door and said “Good night Son, see you in the morning. We have your doctors appointment in the morning, so get a good nights sleep.” He turned off the light as he left and I snuggled up in bed and drifted off to sleep wearing nothing but my comfy thick cloth diapers and plastic pants.The next morning I woke up and my father came in and took off my leg bandages, un-snapped my plastic pants, un-pinned my wet cloth diaper and told me to take a shower before breakfast. Just before I jumped in the shower my father wrapped my arm cast in a stretch, shrink-wrap type plastic film to prevent my cast from getting wet. I was thinking to my self about how I wear plastic over my diaper so everything stays nice and dry on the outside, then I wear plastic on my arm cast to keep the lining nice and dry on the inside. Ironic isn’t it. After my shower I dried myself off and went into my room and tried to tape a Peaudouceä disposable diaper myself. My father walked in and told asked me what I was doing. I told him that I want to start changing my own diapers, but I was having a difficult time. “Well, young man, I wonder why. With your arm still in a cast, I bit it is pretty difficult trying to change your own diaper. I know that wearing diapers is pretty hard on a young man like yourself, especially if you need someone to change them for you. But tell you what, until you have the cast removed from your arm, your mother or I will change your diaper. You don’t have to feel embarrassed about us changing your diapers. We’ve done it many times since you got out of the hospital. After your cast is removed and you feel ok enough to change your own diaper, then we’ll let you change your own diaper. But anytime after that if you feel that you want us to change you, don’t be afraid to ask, we’re here for you.” my father told me. My father taped up my thick disposable diaper in place and then proceeded to change my leg wrappings. After all this was done, I put on some jeans and a T-shirt and headed to the kitchen for breakfast before my doctor’s appointment.We arrived at the hospital around 10am; we headed to the 10th floor where my doctor’s appointment was scheduled. Once in his office, the nurse checked my vital signs and said the doctor will be in shortly. I was a little uneasy, since I wet my diaper just abit. I don’t think my parents were aware that I was wet, but I’m sure that the doctor will find out. The doctor came into the room and asked me how I was feeling. I told him that for the most part I was feeling good. My legs didn’t really bother me anymore, but my arm really itches. “Well, once your arm cast is off, that will stop” the doctor told me. “What about your other problem. How are you doing with it?” he asked. “What other problem” I asked, not thinking about my incontinence. “I’m talking about your wetting, I noticed that you are wearing diapers” he asked me. I told him that I was a little frustrated that this condition was going on longer than what I was expecting, but I was getting use to wearing diapers all the time. My parents also told the doctor that at first he didn’t want to wear them, but we both finally agreed that wearing diapers would be the best solution for me, instead of wetting myself uncontrollably. The doctor agreed with my parents that this was probably the best solution for me at this time. He also asked my parents to have a seat in the waiting room as he examined me.My parents left the room and the doctor told me to go ahead and get undressed. I felt a little uneasy having him see me just in my diaper, but he already knew about them so it really wasn’t all that big of a deal. I took off my shirt and then my jeans and hopped back up on the examining table. The doctor then proceeded to take off my leg bandages and examined my leg. He told me that my leg was healing to the point where if you want to leave the bandages off you can. But he did suggest that if I was going out to play, where there might be the chance of my leg getting dirty, then you might want to re-bandage your leg. He told me that he was going to bandaged up my leg, since it was hospital rules. He went into the supply cabinet and brought out some supplies and cleaned up my leg and wrapped my leg in fresh bandages. Once this was done he said to me that it looked like I was really wet and I could stand to use a diaper change. He went back into the supply cabinet and brought back one of those Attendsä disposable diapers. As he carefully un-taped my wet diaper, he said to me…“I never seen the diapers like this before, especially on an older boy like yourself” commenting on the light blue plastic and the rather cute designs on the front of the diaper. I told him that they were the “New” Peaudouce disposable diapers for older children and teenagers. “They kinda look like regular baby diapers to me,” He added. “There not that bad, I actually like them. They protect me pretty good, anyway no one is going to see my diaper” I replied back. While we were talking the doctor wiped my groin area with a baby wipe. He then proceeded to place the fresh clean dry diaper underneath me and taped them snuggly up in place. As he was placing the diaper on me, he said to me that my mom said to him that we tried using Goodnitesä but they leaked so the best protection for me was a regular type diaper. He also told me that I shouldn’t worry about wearing diapers, after all that I wasn’t the only young man that needed to wear them. He explained that about 1 in 100 young boys like you wear diapers for some reason or another. Boy was he right, just look at Jason, I told myself. After all this was said and done, he checked my x-ray on my arm. He told me that it was healing well, that I should be able to shed the cast in about a month or so. Well at least now I knew how long I was to be diapered by my parents.After my examination, my parents were asked to come back into the room where the doctor told them about my leg and arm healing quite nicely. After that I exited the examining room with my parents just behind me. The doctor stopped my parents just outside the room and told me to go head to the nurse’s station and pick up some more prescriptions for bandages and the such. As I was walking toward the nurse’s station, the doctor told my parents that it might be sometime before he gains his bladder control. It appears that the damage to the bladder was worse than he expected and maybe after the leg healed completely and my arm was out of the cast, I should be able to have an operation to try to correct the bladder damage. He also told them that it was very likely that I would have to wear diapers for the rest of my life. My parents were shocked at hearing this, but told the doctor that they would do what ever it took to make me well again, even if it meant buying diapers for me for a lifetime. My parents joined me at the nurse’s station, but never said a word to me about what the doctor had explained to them.After we got home I called Josh and asked him what he was up to today. He said that he was babysitting his cousin but that I could come over, since he couldn’t leave his house. I asked my parents and they told that it would be ok for the afternoon. Before I left for Josh’s house my father came into my room and asked if I needed a change before leaving. I told him that it wouldn’t be such a bad idea if I had a fresh dry diaper on. My father went into my supply closet and took out one of those Pampers Kidsä disposable diapers and un-taped my wet diaper. “I guess you really needed a diaper change. You’re pretty wet already” my father told me. “Yea, I guess I wet myself after the doctor’s office, but really didn’t want to say anything, since I just had my diaper changed at the doctors office.” I replied. “There’s no reason why you should have to sit in a wet diaper. If you need a diaper change, then just ask us. I’m sure that you’d rather be in nice comfy dry diaper over one’s that’s wet, isn’t that right Tim?” my father asked me. Yeah, I guess your right, a dry diaper is much better than a wet one any day.” I replied. I asked my dad when he had purchased the Pampers and he told me that he purchased them earlier this morning. Once one of the Pampers Kidsä was slid underneath me and taped up in place I pulled up my jeans and walked over to Josh’s house. I decided not to wear the A&F square-cut briefs over my newly purchased Pampers, as I wanted to get the feel of wearing Pampers underneath my jeans. As I walked to Josh’s house I couldn’t help but notice the crinkling sound my diaper made with every step of the way. Just think, I was 15 and wearing disposable diapers. Not just any type of disposable diaper, actually regular disposable style baby diapers, but bigger to fit kids like me, Pamper Kidsä. I was in heaven.I arrived at Josh’s house within about 10 minutes and rang the doorbell. Josh answered the door and invited me in. he told me that he was playing Nintendo with his cousin in his room. Josh’s Nintendo couldn’t compare to Jason’s set up, but I couldn’t complain, at least Josh had one. I wasn’t sure what type of handicap Josh’s cousin had, but I was introduced to him. His name was Matt, he was 8 years old and sat in a wheelchair. Josh told me that Matt had cerebral palsy and had a difficult time walking. I knew that one of Josh’s cousin wore diapers but wasn’t sure if Matt wore them. Matt’s pants were on the bulky side to make me suspicious enough. Since Josh and Matt were already into a game, I sat next to them watching them. Every time when Matt scored some major points he would throw up his arms like a goal post in victory. As he did this, my suspicions were confirmed. I saw plastic pants sticking out from his pants. Matt wasn’t aware that I had seen his plastic pants or was he aware that I knew that he wore diapers or even better yet, that I too wore diapers.After this game had ended, Josh quietly asked Matt if he needed a change. Matt quietly said, “No, I don’t want Tim to find out”. I wasn’t suppose to hear this but I did. Matt told Josh that he was going into the kitchen for a drink. He rolled his wheelchair out Josh’s room. Josh explained to me that Matt was very embarrassed about having to wear diapers and that he didn’t want me to find out. I told Josh that maybe if he saw you changing my diapers then maybe he’d be more comfortable with his own diapers. Josh agreed and told me to lie down on the floor and got up and retrieved one of the Pampers KidsÔ from my backpack that I now carried with me pretty much all the time. Josh had just finished taking off my pants and started to un-tape my disposable diaper when Matt returned to the room. Matt’s eyes widened when he saw me with my diaper exposed and the clean dry diaper lying next to me. “You wear diapers too Tim?” Matt exclaimed. “Yah, I was in an auto accident and left me incontinent and now I need to wear diapers all the time. If it wasn’t for my arm in a cast, I could change my own diapers, but Josh has done it before and said he’d do it again today.” I replied. All the while I was having my diaper changed, Matt looked in surprise that I wore diapers, after all I was fifteen. Generally fifteen year olds don’t wear diapers, but Matt now knew different that even teenagers could still wear diapers. After Josh finished taping up the fresh dry diaper on me, I pulled up my jeans over my shameful disposable diaper. Josh once again asked Matt if he needed a change and reluctantly, Matt said, “Yes”. Josh went over to Matt’s wheelchair and pulled the back straight down so Matt was lying down and then the arms of the wheelchair folded down. I hadn’t realized that wheelchairs could become like a bed, but a little shorter of course. I was surprised to see that Matt was wearing jeans with snaps down the legs. You really couldn’t tell that the jeans were that type. I guess it made sense that if you were confined to a wheelchair and needed a change this would be the type to wear. After his pants were un-snapped, Matt was lying there in his plastic pants and shirt. His plastic pants were also of the snap-on variety. Josh un-snapped his plastic pants and revealed a disposable diaper and not a cloth diaper what I though he had on. Matt told me that his mother had him wear plastic pants over the disposable diaper encase the diaper leaked. Josh un-taped his soaked diaper and placed a clean dry diaper in place and taped them up snuggly in place. He then snapped his plastic pants back over his disposable diaper and proceeded to snap his jeans back in place. I said to Matt “Isn’t a dry diaper far more comfortable than a wet one”. All he could do was to agree with me.After the both of us had our diapers changed, Josh, Matt and myself played a game of Nintendo together. While we were playing the game I mentioned to Josh that this coming weekend, my parents and I were planning on a weekend trip to the beach house. I told him that I invited Jason along but I also wanted Josh to come too. Josh knew Jason, but I didn’t think that Josh knew anything about Jason’s bedwetting and his need for night diapers or even that Jason wore them during the daytime. Josh had asked me why was Jason planning on coming along and I explained to Josh that both our parents were good friends and they planned on being out of town that weekend and didn’t think it was a good idea that Jason stay by himself. My parents offered the invitation to Jason and he accepted. The three of us were friends but not as close as Josh and I were; of course that was changing due to the fact that Jason and I wore the same type of underwear at night and sometimes during the daytime. Josh accepted that I needed to wear diapers and even changed twice, but I was unsure how Josh would react once he found out that Jason wore them too. Having your best friend still in diapers is one thing, but to have another friend wear diapers for bedwetting and wearing them during the daytime because he still has accidents could be another. I wasn’t planning on telling Josh about Jason’s predicament. He would have to find this out on his own. Josh and I talked so more and Josh thought it would be fun to play in the sun and water this weekend so he accepted my invitation too. Josh asked me if Jason knew about my condition in which I replied that Jason knew that I wore diapers and didn't have a problem with it.After about a few hours playing at Josh’s house I decided to go home. Matt told me that he was glad to meet someone else that wore diapers, especially someone that is older than he was. I told him that he shouldn’t be ashamed that he needed to wear diapers. I also told him that when I learned that I was going to have to wear diapers again, I was embarrassed what others would think, but now I would rather wear a diaper for protection than go around wetting my pants in public. Diapers are far more comfortable than wet pants or a wet cold bed. I continued in saying to Matt that I have now gotten use to wearing diapers and I’m pretty much comfortable that I wear diapers and you shouldn’t be embarrassed about wearing diapers. After Matt and I finished our conversation, I told Josh that I would talk to him tomorrow and let him know what time we were going away for the weekend and what time he could be expected to be picked up. As I walked home, I felt myself wetting my diaper. My diaper must have been already wet as my diaper leaked through my pants causing a small wet spot to appear. I hurried home as quickly as I could, in fear that someone would notice that I had wet my pants. As I entered the house and walked into the living room where my father was, greeted me and looked at me and said “Looks like somebody wet themselves to the point where it soak through to your pants. Go on up to your bedroom and we’ll get you changed.” All I said to my dad was “Thanks”. I was glad that my dad wasn’t upset that I had over saturated my diaper and leaked. As pulled off my jeans and lied down on my bed, my dad walked into my room and retrieved another one of the Pampers KidsÔ and changed my very wet diaper. As he was diapering me, he did admit that he figured that once in awhile they’d expect for my diaper to leak. But he told me that if I leaked and wet my outer clothes, I might have to start wearing a thicker daytime diaper to contain an afternoon’s worth of wettings. I really didn’t want to wear an obvious thick daytime diaper underneath my jeans or shorts. Wearing these Pampers KidsÔ was thick enough for somebody to suspect that I was wearing diapers, but not too much to hide that I was diapered. Once I was changed, I put on a pair of sweat pants over my diapers as my jeans were wet and went into the laundry. I walked out of my room and I could hear the crinkling sound even more with the sweat pants I now had on. Oh well, I didn’t care. It just felt nice wearing nice comfy Pampers KidsÔ disposable diapers.I decided to go outside and sit on the back deck of our home. I enjoyed quiet evenings like this and with all the quiet around the house, every time I moved about, you could hear the crinkling sound of my disposable diaper. Just as I was getting comfortable, Jason appeared on the deck. I was surprised to see him, but this wasn’t the first time he showed up unannounced. “How’s it going Tim?” Jason asked. “Oh, I’m alright, I guess” I answered back. Jason noticing my vague answer asked me what was wrong. I told Jason that I had asked Josh to come for the weekend getaway, and Josh has asked me why you were coming. I told him that your parents were going to be out of town and they didn’t want you to say home alone, so my parents asked your parents. I’m not sure on how Josh will handle you telling him that you also wear diapers. Jason just replied that maybe he shouldn’t tell him and that maybe Josh should find out on his own. I won’t tell him that I need diapers for my bedwetting or that on those occasions I wear them during the daytime. If he notices them sticking out of my pants or hears them crinkle underneath my pajamas and asks me why, I’ll tell him then. We both agreed that this would the best way to handle this rather bulky and sticky situation. As we were talking I could tell that Jason could hear the crinkling of my own disposable diaper underneath my sweat pants. He didn’t say anything, but he smiled every time I moved about. We talked for about an hour in which Jason decided to go back to his house. All the time while Jason was over, I couldn’t detect if Jason was wearing a daytime diaper or not. His pants didn’t seem too bulky, but with jeans, sometimes it’s hard to tell. Maybe he decided to wear his regular underwear tonight. Oh well, at least I knew that he needed them at night and during this coming weekend, I’ll have someone else that wears diapers to bed.