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Summer Help I just failed all my classes my spring semester Junior year. I know it was all on me. I screwed around and really didn’t go to class at all. I pretty much just partied all the time. Considering that my Dad was paying for school I didn’t have many options when he suggested I go to my Aunt Jenny’s place to work all summer to earn some money and make up for the semester I just wasted. And my Dad said this was my last chance, that he wouldn’t help pay for the rest of my school if I didn’t do everything Aunty Jenny said. I was scared as shit. This was the first time my Dad ever threatened me in this way. As I got off the plane, I was waiting for my suitcase at baggage claim, wishing I would’ve taken more time to actually pack my bag. I didn’t even have any clean boxers so I was free-ballin it for the flight. I just had to be careful when I peed because I knew I’d dribble a bit and it’d be so obvious on my shorts. Grabbed my bag and just in time cause Aunt Jenny was right there ready to take my arm and carry me outta there, “Hey Bud!” “Hey Aunt Jenny” “Got your bag, Susan is waiting out front. Ready to go?” “Sure!” We ran out to the car and took off. Aunt Jenny ran a kids camp (or something - I wasn’t really sure) out in the wilderness of Oregon. She graciously offered me a job to help out over the summer, on the behest of my father, to earn back the money I “wasted” irresponsibly in college the past summer. After leaving the airport and cruising down miles of highway, then winding through endless backroads, we arrived at the house. It was starting to get dark but apparently we were just in time for dinner. Apparently, I was the guest of honor. I was greeted by a large group of women aged somewhere between 35 and 75. There were about 15 of them and they were all excited to see me. Which, I thought was weird until I realized I was the only guy above the age of 13 there. I happened to meet my cousin, Tom, who had just turned 13 and my younger cousin Sam who was 6. Good news was that dinner was ready. I was so hungry I sat down ready to dig in. Dinner was served and being that I’d recently turned 21 the ladies served a glass of wine to me as well. Throughout dinner we had some great conversations. We talked about the summer to come and I learned that all these ladies would be counselors at the “camp”. I also came to find out that this camp was strictly for bedwetters and that their parents paid a lot of money for them to come stay with us. “Alright, Tom, Sam, it’s time for you guys to get ready for bed.” said Aunt Jenny. The boys scurried off without question. When they returned, little Sam couldn’t help but exclaim a particular rule of the house. Maybe because he’d broken a time a two. “Hey Momma! Don’t forget that any wet pants means, it means that, that, that person has to wear diapers. Right Momma? Right?” As he says, clearly wearing some sort of night time padding beneath his pj’s. “Yes! You’re right Sam. Let it be known, that as we launch the greatest summer we’ve ever had at ‘Bedwetting Camp’ I decree (she said kind of jokingly) that any wetness in pants will require a diaper to prevent any further wetness!” The rest of the crowd roared in agreement. I thought it was fun. We were all having fun and I continued to drink and enjoy it all. I even noticed that Susan, even though she was 17, was drinking her fair share of wine. I kinda thought my Dad sent me here as punishment but after this, I figured I’d have a bunch of fun this summer. After all the wine-drinking and hanging out with the ladies, I had to go to the bathroom. I snuck out to the bathroom for a minute. I peed, washed my hands and headed back. As I was returning to the table of gaggling ladies, I couldn’t help but notice Sam was staring at me. “Hey Mommy! Look! Look! Hey Mommy, look, Petery wet his pants!” I didn’t know what he was talking about at first and then I looked down. “Oh, shit!” I forgot I wasn’t wearing any boxers and I dribbled in my pants. There was a huge wet spot on my khaki shorts.. “Oh honey!” Said Aunt Jenny as she rushed up to me to assess my situation. At that point, all the other ladies turned and offered their glances of disdain. Then, a woman spoke up. Who I later found out was Auntie Jenny’s best friend Jessica. “What about the whole ‘wet pants equals diapers’ thing? I thought if someone has wet pants they have to wear diapers?” “Thanks a lot Jessica, I thought”. “Yes, you are right. We wouldn’t be doing things right if we didn’t actually hold ourselves to the rules we set” said Aunt Jenny “Peter, I’m sorry but we gotta get you in some ‘protection’ but do we have anything that would fit him?” She posed the question to the room. Towards the end of the table, kinda outta nowhere, Susan spoke up. “Um, yeah Mom. Remember we ordered those diapers and they sent us the wrong size? They’ve just been sitting there and I bet they’d fit? “Oh yeah, those have been great for you, I forget the first pack was the wrong size. Will you go help Pete find them?” Susan or Suzie, as everyone called her, got up and led me (by the hand - I couldn’t help but grab it) up the stairs and over to what I think was her room. She opened a cabinet with a bunch of different diapers in it. She pulled out a kinda white and yellow pack that looked like they had animal characters on them. Then she pulled one of the diapers out. “Okay Bub, this is for you”. I looked at it exasperated, unsure what to do. “Do you need help?” I nodded sheepishly, not knowing what to do. “Listen, I’ve changed a lot of little boy’s diapers, do you want me to change yours?” Again, I nodded sheepishly. Simply, in the grip of her control. Somehow, in this state, I was completely helpless. Could I object and risk upsetting by Aunt and by relation, my Dad and then lose the chance of getting to finish my college career. There was nothing I could do. She had me drop my shorts (no undies) and lay back on the bed. I was so embarrassed to be completely vulnerable in front of someone of the opposite sex. She told me to lay back and then lift up as she slid the fresh diaper under my back. This was no ordinary “adult” diaper. There were prints of monkeys all over it. “Just so you know, I’m 18. Don’t ever think that I’m some young kid.” As she was saying that, my pee pee was getting a little excited but she pulled up the front of the diaper and taped me all up before anything was noticed. “Stand up!” I stood up to see her holding out some pink pajama pant for me to step into. I took the hint and put one foot in after the other. Then, Suzie led me out of the room by the hand which I thought was innocent enough until she led me out and almost presented me in front of all of the ladies. Returning to the table, all the ladies started clapping and cheering at the sight of me. The t-shirt I was wearing was barely covering the top of my clearly see-through pajama pants and huge white diaper. “It’s our first diaper boy of the summer!” Cheered Auntie Jenny. They all welcomed me back to the table and Jessica was the first to fill up my glass with wine. There was a lot of cooing and the ladies were all babying me for awhile which made me blush quite a bit. Especially considering that I was pretty sure that Sam was wearing a diaper too. I guess cause I was so much of a bigger boy it made it more fun for the ladies to tease me. Eventually it died down but as we continued to drink, one of the girls would pipe up and ask if I needed a diaper check, jokingly. Around 10:00pm Aunt Jenny sent the younger boys to bed. I didn’t really know but I figured it made sense that Sam might be wearing some pullups or something to bed but I noticed Tom to have a similar thickness in the seat of his pj’s as they both waddled off to their bedrooms after Aunty Jenny kissed their foreheads. Then, I noticed Auntie Jenny discretely nod to Suzie and she got up and headed back to her room. When she came back, she was wearing similar pajama pants that I was but I noticed she had a similar bulge as well. She sat back down, someone poured her a full glass of wine and nobody said a thing, unlike my unique entrance. After all the drinks and the incessant prodding for “diaper checks” I actually really had to pee. But what was I gonna do? I was too embarrassed to ask if I could go to the bathroom and too embarrassed to ask if I could take my diaper off. After about 30 minutes of back and forth and the fact that I was about five glasses of wine deep I figured I’d might as well figure out if these diapers worked. In a rebellious fit of frustration I let go and I peed in my diaper. It took quite awhile to get myself to go but once I did I was all in. I was gonna pee the shit outta my diaper. If they wanted to force me into this shit then I was gonna soak this mother. I looked down and it was pretty clear that my diaper was very swollen and bulging out in my pajama pants. It was already 11:45 so I figured everyone would be going to bed soon. “Diaper cheeeeeeeck, Diaper check!” Jessica semi-drunkenly began yelling. Aunty Jenny agreed for the first time of all the ‘diaper check’ jeers to actually come over and check me. I did not expect this. “Okay honey, can you stand up for me?” I am definitely not confrontational but I tried to hesitate as much as possible. Feeling like I was a guilty little boy, I couldn’t stand up in front of all these ladies. Eventually Aunty grabbed me by the arm and I couldn’t help but stand up. “Let me see.” She said as she pulled back the back of my pajama pants. “Now don’t wiggle on me baby”. She then proceeded to pull down my pj pants and reveal my whole safari print baby diaper. “Oh! It looks like we have a wet little boy here!” All the ladies glanced over in amusement. “He needs a change into something dry!” I immediately regretted my drunken decision to just let go and fuck it. “Hey honey (gesturing to Suzie) could you go grab that pack from your room?” Suzie returned shortly after with the whole pack of safar print diapers. As Suzie returned, Aunty Jenny led me by the hand to the living room floor, about three feet from the table full of women. “Oh, I guess he does need diapers” one of the women shouted. I was so embarrassed. Luckily I was drunk enough it didn’t matter. I laid down on the living room floor as I was directed. I didn’t want to offer anyone a hard time as I knew the rest of my college career depended on it. “Hey Suzie, why don’t you get your practice changing little boy’s diapers?” Aunty Jenny blurted out. Reluctantly, Suzie assumed the position, made sure I was laid down and comfortable and then undid the tapes on the diaper that was strapped around me. Strangely, I felt like we were connected on a level I wasn’t aware of. She pulled my wet diaper out and then began to rub down my diaper area with a wet wipe. It’d been like three days since I had cum and I could help but get super hard. She was my cousin, technically, but she was like my third or fourth cousin but no matter what I couldn’t ever keep it down. “You need to handle that little boy!” Shouted one of the ladies at the table. “Powder him and strap up that little hard clitty!”. Suzie didn’t skip a beat and abruptly threw some powder on my pee pee and then wrapped it right up. They all decided it’d be better if I just didn’t wear pants since I was such a diaper wetter. I figured it was an alcohol induced decision and decided to just indulge them. Shortly after this they decided the “baby boy” should just go to beddy-by. They filled a baby bottle with wine and handed it to me. Apparently they all show up a couple days before camp to just party and enjoy themselves and I conveniently became the focus of their entertainment. After all the ladies affectionately patted my bottom, Auntie directed Suzie to take me to bed. I grabbed her hand, somewhat instinctually, and then Auntie Jenny spoke up. “Suzie baby, I think you should go to beddy-by too baby. And, I hope you don’t mind sweetie but Petey is gonna have to sleep with you if that’s okay, Don’t worry! I know you normally soak the bed when you sleep but, with your big girl diapers on, you should be ok. Actually…” Aunty Jenny reached out, pulled down Suzie’s pj’s as I was holding her hand. I couldn’t help but stare directly at her crotch. She was wearing very big pink diapers that had princesses all over it. The thick and soggy nature of her crotch was extremely unmistakeable. “Uh, Oh! Did the big girl have an accident too? It’s ok, we’ll get you changed into something nice and dry. Jessica, do mind grabbing one of those bigger diapers from off the self?” Aunty Jenny gestured to a shelf behind Jessica. She grabbed another “teen-sized” diaper from off the shelf and was rounding the table to hand it to Aunty Jen when the phone rang. Aunty jumped right up to grab the phone, “Hey Jess, can you take care of Suze for me?” A huge cheshire cat grin painted Jessica’s face as she sauntered over to Suzie. Jessica never overstepped her bounds but she couldn’t help but admit (to herself) that she loved the idea of an 18 year girl being in diapers. She loved that the girl was helpless enough that she needed diapers and she loved having the authority in this situation. Beyond all of that, her vagina was getting wetter and wetter as she walked across the room holding a fresh pink diaper and pushing Suzie down in front of everyone. “Alright sweetheart, lay down for me.” Suzie’s hand let go of mine as she obediently laid down. I just stood there as a helpless little boy as I watched, who I thought was my “babysitter” get her diaper changed by another lady who might’ve been in her 30’s or early 40’s. I couldn’t help but stare directly at what was going on. Suzie had her head back and was lookin completely away which made it feel alright for me to look but also made me feel like she had done this before. Jessica undid the tapes on her diaper and pulled them back only to reveal the first vigina I’d ever seen in real life. It was perfectly bald and absolutely majestic. And for some reason, the fact it was about to be covered with a diaper turned me on so much. I loved seeing this super cuter 3rd or 4th cousin of mine getting put in a diaper by an older woman. I was getting so hard but I had to kinda hide it. Once the diapering was completed, Suzie and I rejoined hand almost immediately. I felt naked and alone and grasped for her hand immediately as she stood up but I felt like she was grasping for mine even more. Aunty Jenny got off the phone and patted both our bottoms as she sent us to bed. And, reiterated that Suzie was in charge. “Alright Peter” she whispered “If you don’t say anything, we’ll make it through the night and we’ll have a good summer. Can I trust you?” I looked down at both our predicaments and figured there wasn’t any bigger a secret we could make. She led me into her room and then into her closet and then opened a little crawl space door where I saw several bottles of, what I assumed was booze. “Hey listen, so it’s fun drinkin out there with Mom and her friends but I’ve got my own stash so I can come back drink by myself if I want to. And, this is one of thos nights.” So she grabbed a bottle of wine, opened it up and told me to lay in her bed. “Take your little pink pajama pants off. I want to see your diaper...just in case you have an accident” She said with an extremely devious grin on her face. She laid down beside me and poured me a “glass” of wine but it wasn’t a real glass. She poured my wine into a sippy cup and then encouraged me to start drinking. Then she started rubbing the front of my diaper and said, “it’s okay if little babies have excited pee pees sometimes,” This was the craziest, strangest thing I’d ever experienced but I couldn’t help but love the whole feeling of it. Then Suzie revealed her true secret to me. “Okay, so you know my Mom runs this bedwetting camp and I’ve been helping her out with it from the beginning.. But, the reason my Mom actually started this camp is because I started wetting the bed when I was in middle school and when I found out I wasn’t alone my Mom created this camp to allow me and others like me to have a real camp experience. The thing is that I stopped wetting the bed a long time ago but before I did I realized that I loved wearing diapers. So, if I woke up in the morning dry, I’d wet it before my Mom came in to check on me. I’ve been doing that for a long time now. And then I started fingering myself every time I was in a wet diaper because it felt so good and now I can never stop. So, I got really excited when you came along and especially when you wet your pants at dinner.” “I didn’t wet my pants! It was just dribbles!” I protested. “Whatever little soggy pants. I loved getting to put you in diapers and see your little excited pee pee. And seeing you changed in front of everyone. What I really want is for you to play with your pee pee while I play with myself. I’m sorry if that’s weird but this is like my fantasy come true, I’m sorry.” I was getting hard the whole time she was talking. My big diaper was bulging for none of the reasons it was meant to. She noticed this and reached over and began to rub the front of my diaper. At the same time I looked over and saw she was rubbing the front of hers. And then she abruptly stopped. “This is the only thing, Little Baby Petey.” She cooed. “The only way this continues is if we stay in diapers. Okay? And the only way we stay in diapers is if we’re wet in the morning. Okay?” I nodded 100% as a closed my eyes and continued to enjoy her hand rubbing up and down on my little baby diaper. We were in agreement as I reached over to rub the front of her diaper and asked, “Are you wet yet baby?” She simply replied with a reassuring moan which I knew was a great sign. Then she flipped the script. “Oh baby, your little pee pee is so hard, isn’t it? You must love your little diapeys. Do you wanna make stickies in your diapeys for Mommy? I know you do. Your just a little baby boy aren’t you? You love making accidents in your diapeys don’t you?”