The four of us (my two cousins, my brother, and me) wet the bed
regularly when we were kids. It was no secret. Everybody in the family
knew and some of our friends knew, too. We often had sleepovers at their
house, especially when my Mom worked weekends at the hospital. And at
least one bed or sleeping bag was wet every time. I even remember times
all four of us were wet the same night! We couldn't hold it very long
during the day either. We used to play at the park across the street
from my cousin's house. After a while playing there one of us would have
to pee, and if the one who had to pee went back to the house my aunt
would call all of us back to go to the bathroom, too. Then we would end
up doing some stupid chores around the house for her, instead of playing.
One time when I was 10« we were playing at the park and I had to pee
real bad. I told my cousin Jack (who was 12 at the time) I was going
back to his house and pee. He tried to convince me not to go because he
did want to go home yet. Instead of going home to pee he said I could do
what he and his brother, Bobby, had started doing. We went over to the
swings and got his brother Bobby and my brother Tim. Jack told Bobby
(who was my bother's age, 9) to show us what they do when they needed to
pee. Bobby said he didn't need to pee, so Jack said he would show us
because he needed to go pretty soon anyway. Jack went over to the water
fountain in the park and we sort of got around him to watch. By this
time I was ready to bust.
"Watch this!" he said. He bent over pretending to take a drink and all
of a sudden water started running out his shorts. But it wasn't water;
he peed his pants. He then turned the drinking fountain on really high
and water squirted onto his hair, his shirt, and shorts. "See? It just
looks like I turned the fountain up too high when I tried to get a
drink. Nobody knows I peed. Go ahead, Will, do it, I dare you!" By this
time I would have wet my pants trying to get back to Jack's house anyway
so I did it. It felt weird wetting my pants, but since it was hot
outside, the water felt good and dried pretty fast. We stayed at the
park a long time that day, and by the time we went home Bobby, and my
brother Tim, had peed their pants, too. Nobody guessed what we had done,
and since all of us had done it nobody could snitch on the others.
About three or four times every year my dad and Uncle Greg would load up
my uncle's station wagon with gear, put the boat on top, and head for a
little cabin on the lake in the northern Wisconsin woods. They would
take Friday and the following Monday off from work and drive up all day
Friday. They would then fish all day Saturday and Sunday and drive home
Monday. It was a long trip and they would hardly stop on the way up or
back. And that was one big reason they said they never took us; small
bladders on a long trip don't work too well. We had bugged them so much
about going with them fishing and stopping at the Dog 'n' Suds drive-in
they had lunch at on the trip that for some reason that year they gave
in. Right before the second trip that year my Dad got an old used
station wagon so they wouldn't beat up my uncle's car, and they said
they would take the four of us along. We had never been to a drive-in
and we wanted to go on the trip as much for the hot dogs and root beer
floats at the drive-in as for the fishing.
The morning of the trip the station wagon was really loaded! Just as we
were all getting in the back seat my Dad told us, "Hold it, all of you
go in and pee one more time. We are only going to stop for you guys
twice before lunch, so you better pee real good now!" He said it so loud
I bet he woke up a bunch of the neighbors. (It was real early in the
morning.) So we all went inside and had a group pee. We were so excited
I think more ended up on the floor than in the toilet! We then all
loaded into the back seat of the car and off we went. About an hour or
so into the trip I heard Tim announce that he had to pee again. My Dad
said it was too soon, he would have to wait, but soon Bobby said he had
to go, too. Uncle Greg said he would stop at the next rest area, but
that would be one of our two stops for the morning. Jack and I goofed
around the rest area while the others went because we didn't need to pee.
After the stop we all pretty much settled down for a long ride and
listened to everybody talking on the CB radio in the car. And even
though we were excited earlier, we hadn't slept much the night before so
we were soon nodding off. It was around 9:00 am, I think, when Jack
elbowed me awake. "I need to pee really bad," he whispered. I did too.
We held it a little while longer but it was no use. I told Dad that Jack
and I had to pee. Bobby chimed in that he had to pee again too.
"This is your second and last stop before lunch. Make it a good one,"
was all he said as he parked the car. We could tell they were already
getting mad. My Dad and Uncle Greg switched drivers but otherwise stayed
in the car at the rest stop. We ran into the restroom and on the way we
passed a Coke machine.
While we were peeing Jack said, I missed a whole bunch of the trip
because I fell asleep, so I'm going to drink a Coke to stay awake like
dad (Uncle Greg) does when he needs to stay awake." I told him that Coke
makes you pee more, but he answered, "That was just a story our parents
told us so that we wouldn't drink it and stay awake to bother them all
night!" I said then I would get one, too. Bobby and Tim saw us drinking
the Cokes and said they would tell. So, to keep them from telling, we
split our Cokes with them. When we got out to the car Dad and Uncle Greg
wondered what took so long. But we just said we had to pee a lot.
After a while in the car we said we were bored so Uncle Greg said we
should play "hangman". He said that one of use should think up a word
and mark down the spaces for the letters on a piece of paper. Then the
others try to guess the letters. For each wrong guess you draw a part of
a stick man being hanged. If they can guess the word before the guy is
completely drawn they win. If not, you win. We thought that was cool so
we tried it. At first we used just words, but that was too easy to
guess. Then Dad suggested that we try sentences. I was the first to come
up with a sentence. It had four words and had 14 spaces. It didn't take
them long to figure out the sentence said, "Jack wets the bed."
"OK, smarty, I'll do one for you," said Jack. With five words and 17
spaces, Jack's was almost as easy: "Will wets his bed too." Bobby and
Tim, each did one that was similar and then it was my turn again. This
time mine was more serious. It had seven words and 22 spaces. It took
them a while to get it but when they did they knew I meant it.
My sentence was, "I have to pee real bad again."
Jack took the tablet of paper from me and just wrote out, "ME TOO," not
as part of the game. With their hands holding their dicks, Bobby and Tim
agreed. Jack checked his watch. It was only 10:30; we had another 1«
hours before lunch! We had already used our two pee stops and we didn't
want to make our Dads any madder this early in the trip by asking them
to stop again.
Jack wrote out another hangman game with 9 words and 32 spaces, but it
was all I could do to concentrate on it. His turned out to be, "Will is
going to wet his pants right now."
It wasn't my turn, but I took the tablet from Jack and just wrote out,
"YOU FIRST BIGSHOT."
Jack pointed at our little brothers and wrote, "NO, THEM FIRST." They
shook their heads, no. This was the most silently we had ever argued
because we didn't want my Dad and Uncle Greg to know what was going on
in the back seat.
On a new sheet of paper Jack then wrote, "I got to pee really bad. I'll
go first. I will pee a little, then you pee a little, then them,"
pointing at Bobby and Tim. "Then I pee some more, then you, then them.
And then again. Then it is fair, like at the park, when everybody peed.
OK?" We all agreed. What else could we do? We were all ready to bust.
I watched Jack. He closed his eyes and in a couple of seconds there was
a wet spot on his jeans about the size of a golf ball. He opened his
eyes and pointed at me. I didn't even have to close my eyes to think
about peeing. Before I could even look down my jeans were wet, and I had
to grab my dick to stop. Bobby was next, then Tim. It took Tim a little
bit to let go, but he peed, too. It was Jack's turn again and he rapidly
wet his jeans to about the size of a paper plate. We each followed suit,
and even Tim hardly hesitated the second time. Then Jack wrote on the
tablet again, "OK, this time we all do it together. When I hold up three
fingers we all just pee as much as we can." He let us all read it and we
nodded. He then held up first one finger, then two fingers, and then
three fingers. For the first time in at least 30 minutes I relaxed, and
the pee really started to flow. I looked down at my crouch and a little
pool of pee started to rise, trapped between my legs and the fake
leather car seat!! I looked down the row and there were three other
little lakes forming too. I started to giggle and then Jack started to
laugh when he saw them.
Uncle Greg, who had been sitting in front with his eyes closed, opened
them and turn around to ask what was so funny. "Hey, Rodger," he said to
my Dad, "We have four wet kids and four puddles of pee in your back
seat! I warned you."
"Shit!" was all my Dad said.
The four of us just sat there feeling much better, but wondering what
our Dads would do. Uncle Greg turned to my Dad and just said, "Well?"
My Dad said, "You were right, Greg. You win." We looked at each other
not knowing what they were talking about. Then my Dad said, "Go ahead,
you have my permission." That is when I got scared because I figured Dad
had just given Uncle Greg permission to spank us for wetting his car.
Nothing happened for a while, but then we came to a rest stop and we
pulled in even though we had already done our two stops. Now I was sure
we were going to get spanked. "OK, guys let's go use the rest room," my
"But everyone will see our wet pants," Tim moaned.
"That's just tough, you should have thought of that before," Dad said as
he opened up door and almost pulled Tim out of the car. The rest of us
got out on our own. Jack was in the lead to the restroom. It was as if
he didn't care if anyone else saw his wet pants. The rest of us followed
trying to hide the fact we were wet, too. There were a bunch of people
in the rest area and I'm sure some saw us. Just as we got to the men's
room door a guy came out.
He looked at us and said, "It looks like you kids are a little too late
Jack just looked at him and said, "Yeah, I wet my pants," almost like he
was boasting. The rest of us just hung out heads and snuck inside. There
wasn't much left to pee, but when we were done I wanted to dry my pants
with the hand dryer.
But Dad said, "No, it will take too much time." I was still worried
about getting spanked so I didn't want to go back to the car. By this
time Jack had put water on his hair and shirt front so he looked like he
did in the park. He led the way back, acting like nothing was wrong.
When we got back to the car Uncle Greg was taking a gym bag out of the
He saw Jack and said, "Jack that trick doesn't work here either.
Everybody knows you wet your pants, just like in the park at home."
Jack's mouth fell open and he turned to look at me. Jack realized now
that probably everybody in the neighborhood knew he and Bobby wet their
pants, and I wondered if anyone had seen us the day we did it!
"Here or on the picnic table, Rodger?" my Uncle asked Dad, as he pulled
a big disposable diaper out of the bag. I couldn't believe it.
My Dad said, "In the car."
Uncle Greg open the back door and said, "Jack, unbutton and unzip your
jeans and lie down on the back seat."
"Ohh, do I have to?" asked Jack. He pointed at us. "They are wet too.
What about them?"
"All four of you are getting them!" Dad and Uncle Greg said almost
Tim turned to me and said, "Nooooo," in a real pitiful voice.
I told him, "It is better than getting a bare butt spanking." But I
really didn't think so at the time.
We watched through the other car door window as Jack lay down on the
back car seat. While he undid his pants Uncle Greg took off Jack's
shoes. He then grabbed the legs of Jack's pants and pulled them off.
Jack just lay there in his wet briefs. Then Uncle Greg reached in and
grabbed the elastic band of Jack's underpants and pulled them off. He
didn't seem to care that we could see his dick; Jack just looked up at
us and grinned. His was a lot bigger than mine and even though he was
just turning 12 there was some hair. "Lift your butt!" his Dad said.
Jack did it, Uncle Greg put the diaper under him, and Jack put his butt
down. Then Uncle Greg put the tapes on and said, "Bobby, your next!"
Jack got up and out of the car and came around to our side of the car
while Bobby got in and the procedure was repeated. Our side of the car
was sticking out into the driving lane of the rest stop.
Everyone going by could see what Jack was wearing, but Jack said, "I
don't care. It is just different underpants. No body knows they are
diapers." But he was wrong.
Just as Bobby was getting out of the car so they could see both of them,
a kid about our age walked by with his mom and said, "See, Mom? Those
are the ones that wet their pants. And now they are in diapers!"
As they went by I wasn't sure but I thought she said back to the kid
something like, "Yeah, and if you wet like you did on the last trip I
might try them on you. So watch it!"
"Ok, Will, you're next!" Uncle Greg said.
"Dad, do I really have to?" I asked. "I promise I won't wet again."
"You guys all wet together. You are going to wear diapers together. Now
get in there and change or I'll do it out here on the picnic table after
giving you a spanking," was all he said.
I crawled into the car and undid my jeans and Uncle Greg pulled them
off. I looked up and Jack, Bobby, and Tim were looking down at me in my
wet briefs. Uncle Greg pulled them off too and I tried to cover my dick.
Jack yelled, "Chicken! I can see it anyway, and it's still small." Soon
I was in diapers too. But I didn't get out of the car when I was done.
Tim just got in and got changed while he had his head on my leg. After
he was changed Jack and Bobby got back in, too. Our wet pants were put
in a plastic bag in the gym bag and the gym bag was put in the back of
the car. And off we went.
We all sat there in silence for a while. The three of us, but not Jack,
tried to stretch our shirts down over the diapers to hide them, but it
didn't work very well. He didn't seem to care; he just sat there with
his diaper showing. Jack was on the right side of the car, and I was on
the left. When we passed trucks he signaled to them to blow their horn.
Some of them did, but every one of the drivers who looked down into our
car looked very surprised. I could see their faces out the rear window.
One of them was really laughing hard and then got on the CB and told the
whole world, "Breaker, breaker, I just seen the four biggest babies in a
blue Chevy station wagon. Be sure to check them out." Now every body
knew! I hated CBs from then on. Every time I saw one after that, all I
could hear was that trucker telling the whole world about us.
About 11:30 Dad said that we had lost a bunch of time on the stops and
it would a while before we got to the Dog 'n' Suds. The drive-in! What
are we going to do about our diapers at the drive-in? The panic started
to rise. "Dad? What about our.you know.diapers?" I asked.
"What about them, Will?"
"At the drive-in, what are you going to do at the drive-in so they can't
see our diapers? Can we wear pants or something?" I asked.
"All of your clothes are packed in the suitcases at the bottom of the
pile back there. I am not going to unpack the car. The only other pants
are your wet ones. You guys are just going to wear what you have on
until the end of the drive today. End of story!" my Dad said. We were
quiet until we got to the drive-in. We pulled into an open space and I
waited for the inevitable. It didn't take long for the carhop to walk up
to my side of the car. We tried to cover our diapers with our shirts.
"May I take your... Hey, how come you guys don't have pants on?" she
asked as see looked in the back window. Nobody, not even Jack said a
Then Uncle Greg said, "Jack, I'm sure you were the ring leader. Why
don't you tell her?"
That was all the prodding Jack needed. "Because we wet our pants," he
said. I tried to reach over and hit him without letting my diaper show,
but I missed. "And now we are wearing diapers." I swung at him again and
missed. "Do you want to see?" he asked as he went to lift his shirt. I
lunged over to hold his shirt down. As I leaned over he grabbed me and
my shirt. I ended up lying across everybody else with my shirt pulled up
around my shoulders and my diapered butt out for everyone to see. By the
time I finally back in my seat she had seen everybody's diapers as we
scrambled to hide them, Dad and Uncle Greg were laughing, and she was
"I see!" the carhop said, "You guys are all kinda cute in your diapers."
I turned red.
My brother and Bobby were embarrassed too, but Jack asked, "You think
so?" I could have died!
"Yeah," she said, "but I need to take your orders." Dad and Uncle Greg
ordered the food since the three of us weren't talking and Jack had
turned into an idiot, as far as I was concerned. Dad and Uncle Greg went
to the men's room, while we sat in silence.
About ten minutes after they got back the carhop came out with our food.
But it was a different one this time. "Oh, my!" she said as she looked
in the back seat. "Debbie said you guys were wearing diapers but none of
us believed it!" So 'Debbie' had told everyone in the drive-in and sent
another carhop out to see us. I chocked down my hot dog between tears.
In what seemed like a long time, but probably wasn't, Debbie came out
again and asked, "Anyone for dessert?" My Dad said no, but then Debbie
said, "You know, I told the cooks about you guys, but they can't come
out and... ah... say 'hi'. So they said they would buy you guys root
beer floats for dessert, but you would have to, you know, come in and
Dad and Uncle Greg snickered. "NO WAY!" I said. Tim and Bobby were
shaking their heads, too; they didn't want to do that, either.
But Jack said, "Cool! Dad, can I get a float?"
Uncle Greg said, "You can if you want to, Jack. The rest of you can too,
as far as I'm concerned." But Jack was the only one who did. He actually
got out of the car and walked through the parking lot with the carhop to
the kitchen. His shirt wasn't real short, but you could easily see the
bottom half of his diaper as he walked. In a few minutes he came back
with the float and our change from the bill. He had the biggest smile on
"They're really neat in there, and they think I'm really cute!"
"Right! A real lady killer!" Uncle Greg said. "OK, if you guys are set
and don't want a free float, it is time to go." We wanted the float, but
not by doing what Jack just did, so off we went.
It was about an hour later when I said, "Dad, do we get two stops this
afternoon? I have to pee."
Uncle Greg answered instead, "Stop? There is no need to stop, you guys
have diapers on now!" I couldn't believe it. They meant us to use them.
"Dad?" I appealed.
"Sorry, Will, we are already way behind schedule and with you guys in
diapers we don't need to stop until it is time to switch drivers, which
won't be for a few hours." I just looked at Jack, who I was sitting next
to now. He just pointed to his diaper. The stripe on it was gone and it
He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Just pee in your diaper like I
did. That is why the stripe is gone. See?" He poked it and the diaper
was harder and swollen. I looked over at Tim and Bobby. Tim hadn't peed
in his; instead he was holding his dick through his diaper, but Bobby's
looked like his brother's diaper. He had peed, too. It wasn't long until
I joined them. It didn't feel bad, just warm. Tim looked surprised when
he saw me pee, but I just shrugged my shoulders. Eventually he peed,
too. After a while we all ended up napping.
When I woke up it was almost 7:00 pm. They hadn't even switched drivers.
I was hungry and needed to pee again. This time I didn't even ask. I
just wet my diaper some more. When Dad realized everyone was a wake he
told us the plan. "OK, guys, here is what we're going to do. Since we
are still behind schedule we are going to go through a McDonald's drive
through in the next town and then stop at a little roadside park we
know. There we can eat, switch drivers, and put you guys into dry
"Can't we just wear something else?" Tim asked.
"No, I told you everything is packed and we are not making extra stops."
Nobody else said a thing. When we went thought the drive up I'm sure the
guy at the window saw the diapers, because he had a strange look on his
face, but he didn't say a thing. Since we were no longer on the main
highway the little park was empty when we got there. We all ran for the
men's room to pee. As we got back to the car Uncle Greg changed each one
of us. Dad and Uncle Greg walked around as they ate. We were so tired of
being in the car the four of us sat at a picnic table, but watched for
anyone coming up the road to run for the car. Nobody did. I felt kind of
weird sitting outside in just a shirt and a diaper.
After eating we got back in the car and off we went. Dad said it would
be three more hours. I don't know how long we had been in the car, but
it seemed like forever. It wasn't long before I fell asleep again. When
I woke up I couldn't believe it. I was in a sleeping bag on a cot next
to Tim. I looked around; we were in the cabin and a few rays of sunlight
were just peeking in the window and hitting us in the eyes. Jack and
Bobby were in sleeping bags on a cot end to end with ours. Our head were
nearly touching. Jack was awake, too. "I need to pee," I told him, "but
it is too cold to get out of the sleeping bag."
"Just pee in your diaper, that's what I did," Jack said.
"I'm not wearing..." I reached down into the bag and felt.a diaper. That
was all I was wearing.
"Yeah, you are," said Jack. "I saw your Dad put you and Tim to bed when
we got here. He took your shirts, shoes, and socks off and left the
diapers on you, Bobby, too. I was the only one awake so my Dad changed
me. I wet during the night so it was already wet when I woke up. So I
peed it again." I checked mine; it was wet, too. After a minute or so I
wet. It took me a lot to convince myself to wet while I was lying in
bed. It's different from wetting the bed while you're asleep and don't
Dad came in from outside to get us up. "Breakfast is ready, guys. Get
up; it is time to eat. But first we have to get those diapers off." Dad
pulled the diapers off of all four of us so fast we didn't have time to
stop him. There we stood all naked. He took us out behind the cabin and
poured water on us while we rubbed the pee smell away and shivered. We
ran back inside, dried off, and put on real clothes from our suitcases.
I was real hungry and breakfast was great. The whole day fishing was
great, too. It was so great I almost forgot about how bad the trip up
Just as it was getting dark we had fish fried over the campfire for
dinner. After dinner Uncle Greg said, "OK, guys time to get ready for
bed. We are going to get up early tomorrow. Jack, you first, come on." I
didn't know what was going on right away, but when Jack came back
outside in only a pj top and a diaper on I knew.
"Dad?!" I said.
"Hey," he said, "You guys blew it in the car, yesterday. Anyway, we
don't want to be dealing with wet sleeping bags and cots when we should
be fishing. Now, do we?" He had a point, but I didn't want to admit it
at the time. We soon were all diapered and ready for bed. When we got
into bed our Dads stayed outside for a while. Our heads were only a
couple of inches apart so we could whisper without them hearing.
"Jack, how come you don't care about wearing these things, and you seem
to know all about them?"
Jack said, "Promise you won't tell anyone, not anyone at school or other
"I promise," I said.
"Are you sure? Do you really promise?" Man, I thought, this must be a
really big secret!
"Yeah, I'm sure. You know I can keep a secret," I told him.
"OK, if you promise, Jack said. "When I was in first grade we went to
the zoo and I wet my pants. Dad was real mad! He said if I acted like a
baby he would treat me like a baby and he was going to put one of
Bobby's diapers on me. Mom wouldn't let him do it. I ended up walking
around the zoo in wet pants all day. The next weekend Mom had to stay
with Grandma because she was sick, so the three of us went to some big
park or something. I wet my pants again. Dad pulled down my pants right
there and put one of Bobby's diapers on me. When Mom got home she saw I
was still in diapers and they had a big fight about it. But Dad said he
was tired of wet pants and wet beds and that I would wear diapers every
night and on every trip."
I couldn't believe it. Jack just told me he wore diapers to bed every
night and on trips since first grade? "You still wear them, Jack?"
"Yeah, Bobby, too," he said. He sounded worried. "You promised not to
tell anyone, Will."
"I won't tell, but why didn't you wear them on sleepovers?" I asked.
"Because Mom made Dad let us just wear pjs or underwear when you guys
came over," Jack said. "But that is why we didn't go on trip together.
My Dad didn't want his car peed in. I guess your Dad didn't mind so much
getting his car wet. Now that you know, I'm sure he will make all of us
wear diapers." I almost gagged when he said that, but I didn't say a
thing, I just curled up in a ball and went to sleep.
In the morning I all of us were wet again. While Uncle Greg cooked
breakfast Dad woke us up. Again as we got out of bed he stripped off our
wet diapers and took the four of us out back for a wash down. Just as we
were finishing Uncle Greg came around the corner to tell us breakfast
was ready. "Hey Greg," my Dad said, "You know, these things work real
well, no wet beds." I couldn't believe it!
"That's right, Rodger," said Uncle Greg, "Jack and Bobby wear them every
night. You should do the same for Will and Tim."
Even before we could say anything my Dad said, "Probably will. My wife
diapers kids older then them at the hospital all the time. I always
dismissed the idea when she brought it up in the past, but now I see
they really work."
I had to break in and stop this. "NO! Please, Dad," I pleaded. But I
could see he mind was made up, and Tim and me were in deep trouble.
Jack look silly standing there still naked, grinning, pointing his
finger at me, mouthing the words, "Diapers for you."
The rest of the day was a repeat of the day before. It was great.
Bedtime was mostly a repeat too, but not so great because we were
diapered for bed. After we were ready for bed we packed up everything
and got it ready to be put in the car for the trip home. We laid out our
clothes for the next day. Our jeans either smelled like pee from the
trip up, or were covered in dead bait, fish guts, and slime from
fishing. So all we have left were out YMCA gym shorts and t-shits that
we had packed for playing basketball in case the fishing wasn't any
good. Remember, fifteen years ago gym shorts were really short, not
these long floppy things they have now. When Dad saw what we had out he
said, "No not that." I thought he meant the gym shorts, but what he
picked up were our underpants. "I'm not having another wet car, you guys
are wearing diapers on the trip home." We tried to convince him
otherwise but he said it was too bad.
We got up really early in the morning, went through the same strip and
rinse routine, and got dressed. We tried to get away without anything
under our gym shorts but just before we got in the car Uncle Greg said,
"Jack, you first, on the table," and we knew what that meant. Jack went
over to the picnic table and Uncle Greg pulled his gym short to his
knees and told him to get on the table. He diapered him and pulled up
the shorts. Jack looked a little embarrassed when his Dad pulled his
shorts down, but that didn't matter much. We all ended up with our gym
shorts being pulled down with everyone else watching. Diapered in a
couple of minutes, we were on our way home. Jack didn't care at all when
it was obvious that everyone who saw us today would be able to see the
diapers showing out the leg holes of our gym shorts.
We stopped at a gas station in the first town we came to get gasoline
for the car and donuts for breakfast. Dad made us go into the store with
Uncle Greg and pick out our own donuts while he gassed up the car. He
gave Tim a big handful of change to pay for all the donuts. The cashier
kept looking at us while we walked through the store. I didn't know if
she was afraid we would steal something or what. After all of us picked
out our donuts Uncle Greg got some orange juice and coffee and we went
to the front to get checked out. Just as Jack and I put the donuts on
the counter Tim dropped all the change. Uncle Greg rolled his eyes and
said to the cahier, "I'm paying for the gas on pump 4, the orange juice,
two coffees, and I guess the donuts, too, since they seem to be having
problems rounding up their money." And he pointed to Jack, Tim, and
Bobby who were picking up the money. I was guarding the donuts.
The cashier looked down at them on the floor, and said, "I guess so.
And.hey... ah... are the three of them wearing diapers?" I turned and
looked at them when she said that. As Jack bent over to pick up the
coins you could see the bulge of the diaper outlined in his gym shorts.
Tim was on the floor reaching behind some display. Every time he
reached, his shirt came up and I could see his diaper sticking out over
the top his gym shorts. Bobby was crouching on the floor facing us
picking up the change between his legs, and his diaper was sticking out
one of the leg holes of his gym short!
"Well, yeah, they are," said Uncle Greg, "In fact all four of them are."
She looked at me and said, "Him, too?"
Uncle Greg, never missing a chance to embarrass me said, "Yeah, him,
too. Will, show the lady your diaper, too."
I didn't believe it! "Do I have to, Uncle Greg?" I whined.
"Yes, she's seen everybody else's. Only fair," he said, "Now do it!" I
reluctantly lift up my shirt and pull the waistband of my gym shorts out
"My, my," she said, "I've never seen such! But now I know what that
package in the storeroom is for. We got a package of 'youth diapers' on
a delivery some months back by mistake and I didn't know what to do with
them. You want them? I'll sell them for cost just to get rid of them."
My Uncle said, "Sure, we've just about run out of the ones I brought on
So she yelled across the store to the stock boy, "Hey, bring those big
kids' diapers here." I don't know if he didn't hear her or she just
wanted to announce it to the entire store, which was filling up, but she
repeated what she had said and then added, "We have four big kids here
who wear 'em and need to buy those diapers!" If that wasn't bad enough
we had to stand there waiting for the diapers while other customers went
through the line and got to look at us. Finally we paid for it all and
we went back outside.
As we got half way to the car Dad called out, "What took so long?"
That was then Uncle Greg held up the new bag of diapers and yelled, "I
got a bargain on diapers for the boys! The ones we don't use on the rest
of the trip you can take home for Will and Tim to use tonight!" Heads
turned everywhere to see who would be wearing those diapers! If I had a
gun right then I would have killed my Uncle Greg.
Even as bad as that was, I wasn't ready for what my father said back to
his brother: "Thanks, Greg, I will. Phyllis will be happy to find out
I've seen the light on this." I looked at Tim and he at me. It was then
we realized we were really sunk!
We all got in the car and took off. After we had eaten the donuts I got
up the enough nerve to ask my Dad what Mom (Phyllis) would be happy
about. "Will," he asked me in reply, "Who does the laundry at home?"
"You do," I answered. Uncle Greg and Jack looked surprised at this.
"Do you know why I do the laundry?"
"I don't know. You just always have, I guess," as my reply.
Dad's reply was news to me, and not what I wanted to hear: "Mom has been
changing all ages of kids diapers at the hospital for years in the
pediatrics ward. When it was clear you and Tim were not going to stop
wetting your beds she suggested diapers for you guys. But when I said
'no!' She said, 'either they wear diapers or you do all the laundry.' So
I started doing the laundry. Well, I've gotten tired of doing all that
extra laundry. And since your cousins wear diapers to bed and on trips I
guess you guys can, too."
I started to whine, 'But Dad."
He stopped me with, "You and Tim are going to wear diapers just like
Jack and Bobby do until you stop wetting the bed. No arguments!" Jack
was grinning. I just sat there and whimpered for a long time until I
I woke up a couple of hours later and I had to pee. The way he was
holding his crotch, I could see Tim needed to go to. "I have to pee," I
"Just pee in your diaper, like me and Bobby," Jack said, "Or are you
"We're not stopping, now," was all Dad said.
Jack leaned over and whispered, "It feels good, just like on the trip up
here, remember?" For some reason, I held it as long as I could, but soon
after Tim had stopped holding his crotch, I peed my diaper too. We
stopped at a McDonalds drive-up to buy lunch and then drove to a town
park to eat it. After lunch Uncle Greg changed Jack and Bobby and Dad
changed us. This time I don't think anyone else saw us because the park
was almost empty. Dad suggested we go to the Dog 'n' Suds when we got
there in a couple of hours for a late dessert, and we all agreed. That
and lunch made things a little better on the trip home.
We were all excited to have root beer floats that three of us had missed
the first time we were here on Friday. Dad and Uncle Greg said they
didn't think we should have a float, but they would buy us each a small
cone. The carhop turned out to be the one that brought us our food
Friday. When she looked in the car she recognized us and said, "Hey, you
guys are the diaper boys! But you're in shorts, now."
Jack pulled the waistband of his gym shorts down and said, "Yeah, but we
are still wearing diapers."
"Oh," she squealed, "you guys are so cute!" Dad and Uncle Greg ordered
cones for all of us, and the carhop went to get them. I asked to go to
the bathroom. And Dad said, "may as well, since we are stopped, but you
are going to pull that diaper back on when you are done! Right?" I
agreed, and we all went in to find the bathroom.
Tim, Bobby, and I had already finished and we standing in front of the
men's room waiting for Jack to come out when some lady came up to us (I
found out later she was the owner) and she said, "I heard you kids are
wearing diapers. Is that true?"
I shook my head and lied, "NO!"
Just then Jack came out of the men's room behind me and almost yelled,
"Yes, he is! See?" and he grabbed my gym shorts and pulled them down
just like he had seen Uncle Greg do. I had had enough by that time and I
tried to turn about and hit Jack but I missed, got caught in my shorts
that were at my ankles, and fell down. I was crying.
"So I see," said the lady, as she helped me up, "I'm sorry I asked. You
guys are wearing diapers, too?" She asked looking at Tim and Bobby. They
nodded. Then she said to the three of us, "you guys are brave to be
wearing them. "Let me give you a root beer float to make it up to you."
Now Jack was jealous. "Hey what about me?" Jack asked, "I'm wearing
diapers too." And he pulled his gym shorts down.
She turned to Jack. "Take your shorts all the way off and give them to
him," she ordered, pointing to me. "Any bully who pulls down other
people pants to embarrass them doesn't deserve to wear any pants!" Jack
was so shocked by the order he complied immediately and handed me his
gym shorts. She came back with three floats and handed them to us.
"Where's mine?" Jack asked.
"You had one last time you came in here and besides, the way you acted
you don't deserve one. Now lets get you guys back to your car." When we
got back to the car Jack wanted his shorts back, but the lady explain to
Dad and Uncle Gregg that she was the owner of the place and what had
happened. She suggested that since Jack acted the way he did he should
Uncle Greg agreed, "Jack you can just sit there in your diaper for the
rest of the trip home." That really wasn't much of a punishment as far
as I was concerned. Even when we stopped for gas Jack got out of the car
and walked into the convenience store to go poop in the toilet, rather
than his diapers. He didn't seem to care people saw him in a diaper and
tee shirt. He was a lot madder about not getting another root beer float
than not wearing the gym shorts.
After the floats were done the three of us played hangman again. It took
awhile, but Jack finally started to feel better and got in the game.
That made me feel better too. A bunch of the sentences we came up with
had to do with the diapers we were wearing. I think some of them were:
'Bobby wears baby diapers'; 'Jack loves to wet his diapers'; and 'Tim
wears his diapers to school'. But the one that scared me, and the rest
of us too, was the sentence Jack made up: His said, 'Everybody at school
knows Will wears diapers'. When Tim solved that we all looked at each
other and knew we had to stick together on this and not tell anyone else
about the diapers. Since we were all in the same fix, we all agreed to
never tell anyone, and if any of us did tell there is a punishment
(which I am not going to tell you). That is why I changed all our names
and the state we went to in this story. If they ever find out about me
blabbing this I will be in real big trouble, even though this took place
fifteen years ago.
By the time we got home it was late and we were wet. Uncle Greg, Jack,
and Bobby got in their car and went home. Mom was already asleep so Dad
changed us and put us to bed. We were so tired we didn't even fight
about being diapered. She didn't see us in diapers until the next
morning. She was surprised to see them, but I was really upset to find
out how strongly she approved of us wearing them. That is how Tim and me
ended up wearing diapers to bed every night until I went away to
college. I tried not wearing diapers in college but I still wet about
twice a week, especially right before exams, or when a big term paper
was due, so I ended up wearing them at those times. I'm out of college
now and still wet the bed about twice a week. Sometimes I still wear
diapers, and sometimes I just wet the bed.