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This will not be a particularly complicated story, nor is it terribly original. It will hit many of the same notes as any number of stories on this site and, as such, should probably not be read by anyone 😊. But it’s been kicking around in my head, and I need to procrastinate on some other responsibilities, so here it is. There will be no overly cruel punishments, abusive parents, forced regression, or turning a bedroom into a crib. Neither, however, is it a slow burn or an attempt at 100-chapter serial. Just your run-of-the mill DL story about a kid who discovers that he likes going potty in his pants. This is intentionally not great literature - there are no deep conflicts. It's just the kind of story I enjoy as I reflect on my early days of trying to come to grips with wanting to have "accidents" on purpose, though that never led to diapers until I bought them myself much later. I don't know if there will be any more chapters after these two. If there is interest, I have some ideas for a few more chapters. Part One: It was an accident! Jacob sat on the school bus, growing increasingly concerned. While he should have been rejoicing that it was Friday and that he only had one week of second grade left, all he could think about was how bad he had to use the bathroom. His need had been growing since lunchtime; while he normally pooped before school, he hadn’t been able to go that morning. And he absolutely hated using the school toilets. Not only were they frequently disgusting, but it was also not uncommon that some of the more annoying boys in the class would throw things over the stall at anyone who was using the bathroom. When school ended, Jacob wasn’t concerned about making it home to the toilet. He needed to go, but it wasn’t an emergency As the ride continued, however, the pressure began to grow. As Jacob began to worry that he might not make it home, he grew increasingly nervous. It would be one thing if this were a one-time incident, but he’d had a series of accidents over the last week. While each was unrelated, he was really worried about what his mom would say if he had another one. The first accident had been the previous Saturday. He was playing at a local neighborhood park with some friends. He knew he needed to pee, but didn’t want to stop playing. While all his friends happily went over to the tree line and peed outdoors, Jacob had never been comfortable peeing outside. By the time he finally gave in and headed to his house, it was too late. Halfway home the damn burst and he fully wet his shorts. His mom and dad weren’t mad but told him to come home sooner next time. As this was his first accident in over a year, they weren’t too concerned. Then on Wednesday it had happened again. This time, he swore it wasn’t his fault. Wednesday was club day, and the one day a week his mom picked him up rather than riding the bus home. He was at puzzle club for their last meeting of the school year when the teacher/sponsor had to step out for a minute. He told the students not to leave the room, that he would be back in a few minutes. Jacob, unfortunately, really needed to pee. He had been about to ask to go to the bathroom when the teacher left. He knew the school rules during the day would require him to have a bathroom pass, and he didn’t know if he would get in trouble if he left the room without permission. Finally, he decided to risk it and run to the bathroom; unfortunately, as it was after school, the first bathroom he got to was being cleaned. Before he made it to the next one, he began to lose control. He felt himself start to pee and struggled to hold it back. By the time he made it to the toilet, there were obvious wet marks on his pants, though he did avoid a complete soaking. As he tried to hold back tears, he had walked back to the classroom. When he got to the door, he made eye contact with his now returned teacher and motioned for him to come out. As soon as the teacher saw him, he came out and walked him to the office. On the way, he told Jacob that club was almost over anyway, the school was empty and no one would see him. He also told him that if this ever happened again, he had permission during clubs to go to the bathroom. At the office, they called his mom, Maria, who was already on the way with Jacob’s four-year-old brother in tow. Rather than picking him up at the usual location, she came in the school to pick him up at the office and was able to shield him from other students. On the way home, she said, “Two accidents in a week! If this continues we may have to do something about this!” She was smiling as she said it, but saw the panic on Jacob’s face as he struggled to hold back tears. He said, “I would have made it if the teacher had been there and the bathroom hadn’t been closed!” She responded, “Jacob, it’s ok – accidents happen. You do need to pay more attention to your bladder and not wait so long, but you’re not in trouble. We’ll get you home and clean you up.” Gavin had started to laugh, but even at four, realized that there was just enough tension to not say anything. That night, Maria and Jacob’s dad did have a short conversation with him that he was getting older now and needed to pay attention to his bathroom needs more. Jacob really didn’t feel the conversation was necessary as these were his first accidents in a very long time and just a few months earlier he had finally been able to stop wearing goodnites to bed as his bedwetting had almost completely stopped. While he still had the occasional pee dream, he normally woke up before he completely wet the bed leading, at most, to slightly damp underwear. As he thought about all of this while sitting on the bus trying not to poop his pants – the two accidents, being dry at night, and his parents’ warning that he needed to be responsible – he was concerned about what his mom would say if he didn’t make it to the bathroom in time. Initially, Jacob was convinced he was going to make it. His confidence began to wane when he stood up at his stop. Thankfully, there was only one other kid getting off at his stop today, and they would be walking in different directions. Jacob’s internal debate once the bus left was whether to walk/run quickly but give up a little control, or walk slowly while really trying to hold it in. He initially decided on the latter strategy, only to feel the first bit of poop begin to push out. When he clenched to try and hold it in, he felt a spurt of pee and looked down; sure enough, it was just enough to leave a small spot on his khaki shorts. He broke into a run. That proved to be a mistake. A very large movement began to work its way into his underwear. He felt the pressure of it against his underwear and thought it might stop, but it just kept coming. By the time he got to his door, his bowels had fully emptied and his pants felt about 10 pounds heavier. To add insult to injury, his bladder had joined the fun and added to the wet spot on his shorts. As he paused at this door, his concern turned to his mother. She worked from home; some days she was so busy either with work or Gavin that Jacob could make it upstairs without seeing her. He hoped today was one of those days. It was not. Maria was in the kitchen when Jacob entered the house. “Hey Jacob, how was school today? Put your backpack down and come grab a snack. I made a special almost-end-of-the school year snack for you and Gavin.” “That’s ok, mom, I’m going to head upstairs for a minute!” Jacob was hoping he could make it to the upstairs bathroom, clean up and change before his mom found out about his accident. He hadn’t figured out what to do with his now very poopy underwear, but he knew he didn’t want his mom to see him. Maria, being a mom, heard the quiver in Jacob’s voice and said, “hold on a sec – I’ll be right there.” As she approached the entry way, she saw the wet streaks on Jacob’s shorts and the tears on his cheeks. “Oh, Jacob, you had another accident. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Then she paused for a second, not believing her nose. “Jacob, did you poop your pants?” “No,” he responded quietly, trying not to cry. Maria, normally patient, turned Jacob around and pulled out the back of his shorts and underwear, inspecting the damage. “Please don’t lie to me again. Head up to your bathroom and wait for me to get there.” Maria was a little concerned. Jacob was a good kid who really didn’t get in trouble much, but this was three accidents in a week, and this one was poopy on top of it. Four-year-old Gavin hadn’t even had an accident in weeks, though he was still in diapers at night. She really was at a loss at what to do. At the moment, however, she had to deal with Jacob’s messy underwear. She grabbed a trash bag and a package of diaper wipes and headed upstairs. Maria laid the trash bag on the bathroom floor and said, “stand on this and take your shorts off. Not your underwear. Just let the shorts fall down and step out of them.” Once Jacob had done that, Maria helped him ease his underwear down and cleaned him up with the diaper wipes “Ok, Jacob, while I deal with this, hop in the shower and finish cleaning up. Use a washcloth and make sure to wash your bottom very well. Once you’re done, wrap yourself up in a towel and come to your room.” Jacob couldn’t believe he had pooped himself. His mom wasn’t yelling at him, but she was clearly not happy. Once Jacob finished his shower, he went to his room where he found his mother waiting for him. She began to speak, “Jacob, I’m not mad, but you have had three accidents in one week. You pooped your pants today.” Jacob started to interject to defend himself. One look from his mom told him to wait. She asked him, “are you feeling bad, or do you not notice when you need to go?” Jacob shook his head no, “they’re just accidents. I waited too long to come home from the park, but the other accidents weren’t my fault! I didn’t know I could leave the club to go the bathroom and then the bathroom I went to was closed. Today, I didn’t want to use the bathroom at school because they’re gross and just couldn’t make it home!” Maria answered, “well, part of growing up is managing your potty needs. You’ve been really good! You are dry at night, but three times in one week is hard to ignore. If you are having a problem, we can go to the doctor, but we need to do something.” “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I’m not sick. They were just accidents.” “Well, we are going to try to do something to drive home that this is important. So here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to wear one of Gavin’s diapers for the rest of the evening and overnight. Every time you need to use the bathroom, you are going to come find me or your dad when he gets home. If you don’t keep the diaper dry, you will wear a diaper whenever we are home this weekend.” Jacob began crying, “but what if we have to go somewhere?” Maria answered, “we’re not trying to embarrass you – we won’t make you wear a diaper out of the house or if anyone comes over, but we just want to make sure you take this seriously.” With that, Maria told Jacob to lay on the bed. She left for a moment a returned with a diaper. “I’m not even going to powder you because I don’t think you will use this diaper.” As she diapered him, Jacob began to calm down. Jacob was average size for a 7 year old; his brother was almost five and wore size 7 pampers. They were a little snug on Jacob, but not unreasonably so. Jacob was still sniffling as Maria taped the diaper up, but he was no longer actively crying. He was determined that he was not going to wet this diaper. Once she was done, Maria helped Jacob sit up and handed him a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. She gave him a hug and said, “let’s go have that treat now. And remember, let me know if you need to use the potty.” Jacob was certain he was going to keep the diaper dry. That evening, Jacob twice asked his parents for help going to the bathroom. Before bed, Maria went ahead and put a new diaper on him as the tapes on the first one were beginning to give out. As he laid down to go to sleep, Jacob really thought about the diaper for the first time. He was upset he was wearing it, but he also realized that he had indeed had three accidents in one week. He needed to pay better attention. At the same time, he had kind of been missing the feeling of his goodnites. Once his last box ran out, his parents decided his bed wetting was infrequent and light enough that he could wear regular underwear to bed. Jacob felt much older when he started wearing regular underwear to bed, but the goodnites had been comforting. This diaper was thicker and softer. Though embarrassing, he kind of liked how it felt. That night, he had one of his pee dreams. During most of these dreams, Jacob would be in search of a toilet but would always come across a very dirty, broken, or public place that he just didn’t want to pee in. Eventually, he would give in to use whatever weird toilet he had found and start peeing. Normally, he would jolt awake just as he started peeing. Most nights, he woke up before any damage occurred. On occasion, he would let out a little spurt that would dampen his pajamas before he ran to the bathroom. On this night, he didn’t dream about toilets. Instead, his dream involved his mother putting a diaper on him. In the dream, his mom didn’t tell him to keep it dry, however. She told him he was diapered and could just use it. He kept trying to resist until he finally gave in and started to wet his diaper. Jacob woke up just as he started to pee and managed to stop. As he usually did when he woke up from a pee dream, he immediately reached to feel the front of his pajamas. That’s when he remembered he was actually wearing a diaper. He didn’t think it felt wet, and was determined not to wear a diaper all weekend, so he got up and made his way to the bathroom. He managed to undo one side of the diaper, pee, and then sort of get the tape back on before going back to bed. The next morning, his mother came in a little earlier than she normally would on a Saturday. She asked, “did you sleep ok?” Jacob nodded. Maria then said, “let me check your diaper, and if it’s dry, you can get dressed in underwear.” He stood up and started to take off his pajama bottoms. As his mom reached to feel the diaper, Jacob said, “Mom! Can I just take it off in the bathroom and show you?” “Sure, honey, that would be fine.” Jacob went to the bathroom while his mother waited outside. He took off the diaper and used the potty. Though he thought it was weird, after he washed his hands he opened the door and handed his mom the diaper. “It seems a little damp,” Maria said. “I had a pee dream, but I woke in time to go to the potty. I guess a little leaked out.” “I think we will count that as dry, then. Jacob. That’s not out of the ordinary for you. You can stay in underwear this weekend, but you need to be more careful. We will revisit this if you have any more accidents; you have a physical coming up soon as well. We can talk about it with your doctor.” Being forced to wear a diaper one evening was enough for Jacob. Though he had to admit it was kind of soft and comfortable, he was not going to have any more accidents. Part Two: Making a Choice As the school year ended and summer began, Jacob had avoided any more accidents or even any really close calls. Gavin had asked a few questions the Saturday after Jacob pooped his pants, but he listened when Maria and James (Jacob’s dad) had told him sometimes accidents happen and not to make fun of his brother. Jacob was always nice to him about his nighttime diapers and never laughed when he had an accident, so Gavin left it alone. Jacob had even overcome his fear of the school toilets during the last week of school, though he was still nervous when he had to use it. Still, Jacob had been thinking about his accidents a lot. He had also been thinking about the night he had spent in a diaper. He did not want to have accidents and he did not want to be a baby – he loved being recognized for his maturity! But at the same time, as he thought back to how it felt when he wet and messed his pants, he didn’t really hate it. He was kind of curious what it would be like to do it again and have time to really feel it. When he thought about this, though, he immediately dismissed the thought as ridiculous. Even more, he was really curious about wearing a diaper again. He considered just stealing one of his brother’s to see what it was like, but with his mom around the house all the time, he didn’t think this was realistic. And just like the idea of having another accident created conflicting emotions, he really didn’t want to be put back in a diaper or get caught in a diaper. At least he really tried to convince himself he didn’t want to. This led to the fateful day. Jacob typically got up fairly early in the morning for a 7-year-old on summer break. During the summer, he spent a lot of time playing with his friends, playing video games, and swimming at the neighborhood pool. Today, however, Jacob was in his backyard playing on his and Gavin’s play set. After some time spent climbing around, Jacob found himself beside their little sandbox playing with his trucks. Though he usually thought of himself as too old for his digging toys, this morning he was having fun. He also realized he hadn’t pooped yet and was beginning to really need to use the bathroom. He decided to keep playing rather than rushing inside. As he played, he began to wonder what it would feel like to just let go in his pants. The more he tried to push this idea aside, the more he thought about doing it. He didn’t really think about consequences, he was just thinking about seeing what it would feel like. Eventually, he reached the point where he had to make a choice: go inside and use the bathroom or let nature take its course. While playing he had moved into a semi-squatting position, resting on his knees. He started to get up to go inside and then just didn’t. He relaxed to see what would happen. Nothing. He gave a small push and felt his underwear dampen. At that, he looked down at his crotch and gave another push. He was fascinated as his gray shorts began to darken from another spurt of pee. Then he felt his poop start. He watched between his legs as the lump began to grow, fascinated with all the feelings of pooping his underwear on purpose. He remembered the weight of his accident from a few weeks ago; this was very similar. As the first bit of poop began to slow down he gave another push which not only caused the lump in his shorts to grow but also led to a full soaking of his pants. He was fascinated with the pee running from his shorts onto the ground. While it seemed to take forever, he was soon finished, now with very full, very wet pants. Maria had just taken a break and was about to head outside to take Jacob a drink and have a chat about their summer plans. As she got to the back door, she paused as something about Jacob’s posture seemed odd. He was squatting down, very still and was looking at the ground it seemed; she was actually a little worried about him when she noticed the back of his shorts began to balloon out. No, there was no way he was doing what she thought he was doing. Then she saw streams of pee hitting the ground. She really didn’t know what to think; she was so surprised she wasn’t even mad. Maria opened the door. Jacob’s bliss at the feelings of his “accident” lasted only a few moments before panic set in. What had he done? How was he going to hide this? What would his mom say? At that moment he heard the door open. He froze. In his mind, if he didn’t move, maybe she wouldn’t see the evidence of his accident. Maria walked toward Jacob, “hey honey, I brought you some water – you don’t want to get dehydrated today.” She really wanted to see what he would do next. As she got to him, he looked up at her with a red face. “oh, Jacob, did you have an accident?” Jacob had no words. He tried to say something, but all that came out was, “uh…” As Maria kneeled down and pulled back the back of his shorts and underwear, she said, “it looks like someone went poopy!” At that Jacob began to cry and said, “I couldn’t make it.” He stood up and Maria gave him a hug. “Hey, kiddo, head to the bathroom and wait for me there.” As Jacob began to make his way inside, Maria really wasn’t sure what to do. It was clear that Jacob had very intentionally peed and pooped his pants. Yelling and being mad wasn’t going to do any good right now. She needed to really talk to him about this. She went inside and got a trash bag and wipes just as she had a few weeks ago and made her way to the bathroom. Once again, she helped him lower his underwear and cleaned him up and told him to get in the shower. This time, however, she brought a few more supplies to his room. While he was in the shower, she put a towel on the bed with a diaper, some diaper cream, and baby powder. Then she waited. In the shower, Jacob was a wreck. He couldn’t explain why he had pooped and wet his pants on purpose, but he also knew he had really enjoyed the sensations. Watching his shorts expand had been mesmerizing. While he shouldn’t have done it, he really did like how it felt. He did not, however, want to talk to his mother. He wondered if she was going to diaper him again, and what his other punishments would be. Would he be grounded from the pool? From playing with his friends? He could feel his tears welling up again as he thought about the consequences of his actions. Eventually, he made it to his room and saw the towel, diaper and diapering supplies. His mom, though, didn’t look mad. As he stood there in a towel, she started speaking. “Jacob, I want you to be honest with me. Was that really an accident this morning?” Jacob froze for a second. The way she asked, it seemed like she already knew (she always knew). He whispered, “no.” “I didn’t think so – I saw you through the back window. It looked like you intentionally made poopies in your pants.” Jacob winced at the babyish term his mom used. “I really don’t know. I just did.” This was a very honest answer. “How about your earlier accidents. Were those on purpose too?” “No! those really were accidents. They all happened exactly like I said! This was the first time I did it on purpose.” “So why did you poop your pants this morning?” She really wanted some form of answer. “I guess I wanted to see what it felt like. I just kind of did it.” “And?” “And what?” “What did it feel like? Did you like it?” At that Jacob turned multiple shades of red and froze. “You can answer me. I’m not angry, I’m just trying to understand what’s going on.” Jacob paused another moment and then just whispered, “yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes, I liked how it felt.” “I really don’t know what to do right now. You didn’t have an accident, so I assume you can make it to the bathroom if you want to. I don’t think punishing you will fix this. At the same time, I don’t really want to clean up wet and poopy clothes. I would really appreciate it if you wouldn’t intentionally poop your pants. So I’m giving you a choice. Do you want me to put a diaper on you or are you going to wear underwear and keep it clean?” “I… I don’t know.” “It seems to me if you don’t know that the answer is probably yes, that you want a diaper.” Jacob looked down and then slowly nodded. “Ok – hop up on the towel and let’s get you diapered.” Maria got Jacob to lift his hips and slid the diaper under him. As she applied some diaper cream and baby powder, she continued to talk. Jacob couldn’t look at his mother in the face, but he noticed every little thing she did as she diapered him. In particular, the scent of the powder triggered memories in him. “I really don’t know what we are going to do here. I’m going to talk to your father about this tonight. For today, you can keep this diaper on as long as you want to. If you get tired of it, you can take it off and put on regular underwear. If you wear regular underwear and have an accident, though we know it isn’t an accident [she winked], you will be in trouble. If you want help taking the diaper off to use the bathroom that is fine.” Jacob laid in silence as Maria finished diapering him. “Does this mean I can use the diaper?” Maria sighed. “You won’t be in trouble if you use it. Today. But this isn’t going to be a full-time thing. After I talk to your dad tonight, we are going to have a conversation. If you want to wear one again, I don’t know what we will say. For today, you can wear a diaper. We’ll talk about tomorrow later.” “Tell you what, I’m going to head downstairs. You put on whatever you want and come down when you are ready.” Jacob stayed on his bed for a few more minutes thinking about the fact that his mother had caught him pooping and peeing his pants on purpose, that even as embarrassing as that was, he had enjoyed the feeling, and that he was now wearing a diaper and, as far as he understood, was going to be allowed to use it. He thought briefly about what Gavin would say if he saw him but decided it didn’t matter. He saw Gavin in his nighttime diaper all the time, and Gavin had seen him in his goodnites. Jacob got off the bed and looked at himself in the mirror in just a diaper. He wasn’t sure what he thought, but he didn’t hate it and was definitely not upset. He grabbed a t-shirt to put on and headed downstairs to play some video games.

Standing alone in the silence of his room, five year old Cody Thomas had a decision to make. Should he or shouldn't he? Thoughts of the potential consequences flooded his mind as he wrestled with the temptation. What would his mom say when she found out? Would she be angry? Would he be punished? Or, worst of all, would she be disappointed in him? It was this reaction that Cody feared more than anything else. He tried to hold back, but the point of no return was fast approaching. The pressure was building, and Cody felt the urge to act on his naughty impulse, in more ways than one... Cody had come a long way over the past few years, growing in ways both big and small. He could now dress himself, tie his own shoes, and was even starting to read. Yet, there was one area where progress remained difficult—no matter what they tried, Cody still couldn’t keep his bed dry at night. Because of this, he continued to wear diapers at bedtime. A part of his nighttime routine for as long as he could remember, it wasn't something that he ever felt embarrassed or ashamed of. On the contrary, Cody had always quite enjoyed the feelings of comfort and security which the padding under his pajama pants provided. Although, as an everyday occurrence for him, it wasn't something he paid much thought or attention to. However, on this particular day, Cody was inclined to experience those feelings in a way he had never before imagined. The notion of Cody's curious compulsion first dawned upon him earlier that day during a play-date with his three year old cousin Tyler. It was an otherwise ordinary situation, common amongst young children, that sparked these new feelings inside of Cody. Though it had been a while since the boys were last together, they connected instantly, despite the gap in their ages. Bonding over their shared interest in Paw Patrol, the two cousins reenacted scenes from the show with their favorite toy figures and vehicles. Zooming back and forth across the living room, they were immersed in their own imaginary world, when suddenly, it happened. At first, Cody was left puzzled by Tyler's abrupt change in demeanor. Their spirited play had come to a precipitous end when the younger boy stopped, frozen in place, near the side of the sofa. A look of intense concentration spread across Tyler's face as he stood there motionless. The room, once filled with loud, raucous laughter, had now fallen completely silent. Cody's curiosity deepened as he observed from across the room. He had a hunch about why Tyler had become so suddenly withdrawn, but he quickly second-guessed his initial assumption. "Tyler was too old to be doing that," he thought to himself, as he continued to watch the events unfold. Attempting to verify his suspicions, his eyes were fixated on Tyler's peculiar posture. And then it hit him. With a deliberate sniff, Cody's preliminary guess had been confirmed. The smell was unmistakable. An obvious indication of what had occurred, it brought all the pieces of the puzzle together. Cody was astonished. It was the first time he had ever witnessed one of his peers, someone whom he no longer considered to still be a baby, do THAT in their pants. Cody had assumed that Tyler was now a big boy like him. He hadn't yet realized that Tyler still wore training pants to protect him from potty accidents. While Cody was no stranger to wearing protection himself, it had been several years since he had done anything more than just wet in them. The five-year-old boy sat down on the floor amongst the scattered toys while continuing to observe the situation. Fully captivated by the idea of what had just taken place, he felt compelled to keep watching as Tyler made his way out from the nook by the sofa. Neither boy said a word as Tyler walked right past Cody on his way towards the kitchen where their moms were having coffee. As he passed by, Cody's gaze lingered on his playmate's bottom, the protruding bulge revealing unmistakable evidence of his uninhibited action. Cody stayed intently focused as the events progressed. From the other room, he could hear Tyler explaining to his mother the current state of his pants. A short while later, he watched as his aunt took Tyler by the hand and led him down the hall to the bathroom. In her other hand, she carried a package of wet wipes and a fresh pair of Pull-Ups training pants. Overcome with an impish desire to see behind the closed bathroom door, Cody felt an unexpected rush of excitement pulse throughout his body as he imagined the details. It had been over three years since Cody last needed any sort of protective padding during the daytime. Trying to remember back, he found that he could no longer recall much from the days, years prior, when he was still learning to use the potty. Try as he may, only a few fuzzy memories from that transitional period of his life remained. Lost in a daydream, Cody wished he knew how it felt to soil his pants the way Tyler had just done. Cody was jolted from his thoughts by the energetic sound of his three-year-old cousin rushing toward him from down the hall. As his aunt followed shortly behind, he immediately noticed the discreetly rumpled up training pants in her hand. Unlike the pristine pair she had carried into the bathroom earlier, this Pull-Up was visibly discolored, its conspicuous bulk betraying its contents. It was undeniable proof that the young boy wasn't quite ready for big-kid underwear. Tyler settled beside Cody on the living room floor as his mother stepped into the kitchen to discreetly dispose of his used undergarment. Without skipping a beat, Tyler promptly resumed their game of make-believe. With his mind still in a daze, Cody picked up one of the toys from the floor and joined him. Distracted by the thoughts of his newly discovered feelings, he now lacked the same enthusiastic attention that he had earlier, struck by Tyler's unabashed response towards his seemingly deliberate mishap. Cody found himself envying younger kids like Tyler, who were granted this special privilege. Although these types of thoughts had never crossed his mind before, he was now hung up on the idea. While he understood that it wasn’t uncommon for kids his age to struggle with bladder control at night, he was also aware that by the age of five, children were generally expected to stay clean and dry during the day. As a three year old, Tyler was not held to these same expectations. His Aunt's nonchalant reaction, to the unpleasant circumstances involving her son's training pants, affirmed this assumption. Though Tyler had progressed in his potty training enough to graduate to Pull-Ups, his mother didn't seem to mind that he had used it just like a diaper. The care and compassion shown by his aunt while addressing Tyler's messy pants was much different than how he presumed his own mother would react if he were to do the same. Fueled by boundless juvenile energy, the boys rambunctiously bounced between various activities as the afternoon progressed. Throughout the rest of the day, Cody couldn't shake the thoughts and images of Tyler's earlier indiscretion from his mind. It wasn't until after his aunt and cousin had left that he began to form his plan. It all began with a subtle twinge of nature's call after dinner, the familiar feeling that signaled it was time to sit on the potty. A sly grin flashed across Cody's face at the realization of this budding opportunity. He could tell by the fading daylight outside that it wouldn't be long before bath-time. After that, if he could hold it until then, he would have the chance to do something he had never before considered. Lit only by the soft glow of the lamp on the nightstand, Cody stood in his bedroom after his bath, staring blankly at the bookshelf. It was the time of night when he was allowed to read or play quietly in his room before bed. On this night however, five year old Cody Thomas had other plans. His pulse quickened, and a dampness coated his palms. He felt a pressing need to relieve the aching pressure that was building inside. There was a disposable diaper taped snugly around his bottom, and Cody's temptation to use it was strong... Mature beyond his years, Cody displayed a sense of self awareness not often seen in children his age. An exceptionally well-behaved and conscientious young boy, he always minded his manners and he rarely acted out. It was these superlative character traits that had allowed Cody to be potty trained in a relatively short amount of time, and at a considerably young age. Already using the potty by his second birthday, he was completely free of daytime accidents just a few months later. If not for his lack of night-time bladder control, Cody would have been out of diapers forever. After a seamless transition to underwear, Cody's mother continued to use Pampers on him at bed-time. Considering how well they had always worked at protecting his sheets from a nightly soaking, she'd been reluctant in switching to training pants. Even though it was taking longer than she'd initially imagined, she felt confident that it was just a phase which he would eventually grow out of. Like the kind and caring mother she was, she had remained patient and reassuring over the years while waiting for him to develop the ability to stay dry throughout the night. Nevertheless, despite her attempts at limiting his fluids after dinner and scheduling potty breaks before bed, Cody still woke up most mornings just as he had ever since he was a baby... with a very wet diaper. While not unusual for kids Cody's age to frequently experience the involuntary release of number-one while sleeping, consciously pushing a number-two into them was something entirely different. Beset by this recent desire, it was the first time he ever considered doing something that he was certain his mother would disapprove of. Longing to recapture forgotten memories and feelings from an earlier part of his life, Cody found it difficult to resist the lure of this boyish whim... Standing alone in the silence of his room, five year old Cody Thomas had a decision to make. He paced restlessly by the side of his bed, his mind torn as he weighed the two choices before him. He recalled a cartoon he'd recently seen, where an angel and a devil appeared on either shoulder of the main character. Each apparition, with opposing motives, urged the man to act—the angel pushing him to follow his conscience and do the right thing, while the devil tempted him to succumb to his desires. Cody felt exactly like that now, grappling with his own inner conflict as his imagination took over. An imaginary devil, perched on the shoulder of the young boy, whispered into his ear. "Go ahead, do it. You will feel so much better. Just push that stinky poopy right into the seat of your pants. After all, you ARE wearing a diaper and that is what they're made for, AREN'T they?" "Cody Nathaniel Thomas, you're far too old for that. Big boys like you shouldn't be filling their pants with poo-poo. Just go tell your mom, and she can help you use the potty," the corresponding make-believe angel advised. "Don't listen to him. You know you want to do it. Wouldn't you like to remember what it feels like to make poopy in your diaper?" "Cody.. that diaper you're wearing is to protect you from wetting the bed, not for making your poopies in." Even though the words were all in his mind, it had felt quite real for Cody and he wasn't sure which one he should listen to. As he felt the emerging stool beginning to crown, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. More than anything, the five year old boy just wanted the discomfort that he felt below his waist to subside. Cody knew the only way to relieve the stabbing pressure was to just let go and push, but he remained indecisive on where he should do it. While unsure if he would ever get another opportunity like this one, he feared the unknown repercussions that could come with using his diaper in that manner. Lost in his conflicted feelings, Cody paced back and forth until, suddenly, he froze in his tracks. The intensity of the aching cramps had suddenly increased. His focus had now turned to straining as hard as he could in an effort to hold back the impending mass which was causing the intense discomfort. Standing there, his rear clenched tight, the immense wave of pressure gradually subsided. However, the close call had left Cody shaken. He no longer wanted to follow through with the plan that had eagerly excited him just moments earlier. After repeatedly mulling it over in his mind, he ultimately decided the angel was right—it simply wasn't worth it. He turned around and made his way towards the bedroom door. He intended to go ask his mom to remove his diaper so he could relieve himself on the potty... but that's not what happened. After just a few steps, the intense pressure returned—stronger than before. Cody strained with all his might to hold it back, but it was no use. He could already feel it forcing its way out as he stood there, powerless to stop it. He knew it was inevitable, whether he wanted it or not. A wave of satisfaction and serenity overcame Cody as the burgeoning mass made its way towards the seat of his protective pants. His mind was now completely clear. All of his thoughts and worries from moments ago had simply vanished. All he could focus on now was the relief he felt from releasing the unrelenting burden which he had been holding in tight. A soft, muffled thud emanated from the back of the young boy's pajama pants, cutting through the silence of the room. At that moment, Cody felt an unfamiliar tug at his waist as the diaper he wore stretched to accommodate the broad, globular lump that had just dropped into it. Five year old Cody Thomas, was now wearing, a poopy diaper. Even though he had been left with no choice due to his procrastination, Cody felt extremely happy that he'd gone through with the mischievous deed. He couldn't remember ever feeling so excited and exhilarated. He immediately reached his hand around to his back side to inspect his newly formed creation. He was fascinated by how rigid and dense the mass was while he patted it with his palm. While admiring the naughty bump in the back of his pants, Cody looked over at his desk in the corner of the room and was struck with an inspiring idea. He walked over to the wooden desk and pulled out the chair. He then heard his imaginary angel and devil friends reappear. "What a great idea! Go ahead and do it! Sit your butt down on that poopy diaper. It will feel so good," said the devil with a sly grin. "Don't do it. It's bad enough that you just pooped your pants. Don't make it worse by sitting in it. Think of the mess!" the angel retorted. But Cody was determined. He had absolutely no interest in what the angel was saying this time. The impulse was too strong to resist. Without wasting another second, he sat right down on the firm lump of poo that was nestled in the inner lining of his diaper. He let out a soft sight as he felt thick nugget start to flatten from his body weight. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Caught up in the enjoyment, he never paused to consider the consequences of his actions Cody stood back up and again patted his now flattened bulge with his hand. It was then that he felt the aching pressure return as he realized that the first deposit was only the tip of the iceberg. This time, Cody did not hesitate. His heart hammered like a drum, the beat drowning out all rational thought. The thrill bubbled within him, an electrifying mix of exhilaration and reckless abandon. The looming specter of punishment holding no weight in his mind, Cody was determined to push more mischief into his Pamper. Thinking back to how his younger cousin looked earlier in the day when he was doing the same thing, Cody froze, bent his knees, and then let loose. In an instant, the bump in the back of his pants had grown larger. Cody stood frozen, a tingling sensation running throughout his body. Consumed by the unfamiliar experience, he didn’t even notice the release of his bladder until the unmistakable warmth spread across his bottom. Mesmerized by the weight of his full diaper, he took a few gentle steps around the room as he got accustomed to the novel feelings pressed against his backside. "Five more minutes until I come to tuck you in, okay, sweetheart?" Cody heard his mom call from the hallway. Trying his best to sound normal, he responded through the closed door, "Okay, Mommy." The thrill that had just consumed him came crashing down, replaced by waves of regret as he imagined his mom's reaction to finding her five-year-old son in a poopy diaper. A pungent, earthy scent now filled the entire room. Cody was certain his mom would know what he'd done the moment she stepped inside. As soon as the blow dryer clicked off in the bathroom next door, he felt the clock ticking, acutely aware that her entrance was now only minutes away. Overwhelmed by fear, tears started to run down his face as he panicked over the thoughts of his moms response. Disappointed, angry, ashamed—those were just a few of the words racing through his mind. Cody began to sob uncontrollably as he heard footsteps approaching his door. Pressing his back against the wall, he tucked his hands behind him. His gaze dropped to the floor just as the doorknob started to turn. "Ready for night night kiddo?" Cody's mom said as she walked through his bedroom door. Still a bit tipsy from the bottle of wine she'd shared with her sister earlier in the afternoon, it took Mrs. Thomas a few moments to register the unexpected scene she had walked into. The smell hit her first—a sharp, recognizable scent she wasn’t accustomed to encountering in her five-year-old’s bedroom. Then her eyes landed on her precious son, standing across the room with his head bowed, tears streaming down his face as he sobbed quietly. "What's the matter buddy?" Cody's mom asked gently, despite already having a pretty good idea of why her son was whimpering. It was then that Cody completely broke down, tears streaming down his face as his lip trembled. Though his reaction was an uncontrolled response to the stress of the situation, Cody exaggerated it just a bit—a defense mechanism born of the hope that his mom might be less angry if he was crying hysterically. "I pooped in my pants Mommy, I'm sorry! It was an accident. Please don't be mad." Cody blurted out with his voice cracking through the sobs. "Oh sweetheart. It's okay. Don't cry. Mama's not mad at you. Come here and give me a hug." Mrs Thomas replied feeling heartbroken that here little boy was so upset. Cody felt a slight wave of relief, though he knew he wasn’t out of the woods yet. Sure, his mom wasn’t upset now, but how would she react when she realized Cody had sat in his mess like a small toddler? The contents of the heavily soiled diaper jostled as Cody walked to the edge of the bed where his mother was crouching down with her her arms wide open. He collapsed into her warm embrace, resting his head on her shoulder, while she gave him kisses on the cheek. Mrs. Thomas instinctively reached for her son's sagging pants, assessing the damage with a gentle tap of her fingertips on the prominent bump. While Cody's mom was not thrilled at the prospect of dealing with such a stinky situation, her priority was to comfort her only child, who was trembling in her arms. "Shhhh, it's okay sweetie. Mommy will make it all better. No need to cry." Cody's mom whispered in his ear as she removed her hand from his backside and was now softly rubbing his hair. She then grabbed a few tissues from the box on the nightstand and began to wipe the tears still running down his cheeks. Mrs. Thomas smiled warmly and asked, "Feeling a little better, sweetheart?" Cody's spastic breathing began to steady as he nodded. "Yes, Mommy," he replied, starting to feel a bit calmer. She tilted her head, her voice gentle, "Good. I don’t like seeing you so upset, buddy. Are you sure you’re okay? Do you have a tummy ache or anything?" Cody hesitated, a pang of guilt in his chest. "No, Mommy. I feel okay," he said, knowing he hadn’t been entirely honest. Her brow furrowed briefly, though her tone remained light. "Alright, I was just wondering since you’ve never had an accident like this before. I’m just glad it happened while you were wearing your nighttime diaper." "Now, what do you say—ready to get out of those stinky pants? Because Peee Uuuuu!" She gave him a playful wink and pretended to plug her nose This lighthearted comment made Cody crack a smile. 'Okay,' he replied with a sniffle, slowly recovering from his crying spell. Walking slightly bow-legged, Cody held his mom's hand as they made their way to the bathroom down the hall. He watched as she opened the linen closet and gathered the supplies needed for the diaper change she was about to perform: a large beach towel, a package of wet wipes, and a clean diaper from the box of Pampers on the floor. After placing the diaper and wipes on the counter, she unfolded the beach towel and placed it on the woven rug in the middle of the bathroom floor. "Okay Sweetie. I'm ready for you. I can't change you standing up like I do with your wet diapers, so I'm going to have you lie down on the towel here," Mrs. Thomas explained as she grabbed Cody's jammy pants from the sides of his hips and proceeded to pull them down around his ankles. Cody felt his dirty diaper sag even further once his pants were pulled down. He felt another impish desire wash over him as he was strongly tempted to swing his loaded Pamper between his legs by swaying his hips. He immediately dismissed the idea from his mind as he was still worried about what his mom would say when she discovered what he had done to his poop. "Down you go," Cody's mom said in a playful tone as she gently lowered him onto the towel spread out on the floor. She grabbed the wipes and diaper from the counter, knelt by his feet, and prepared to get to work." "Wow, kiddo. It's been such a long time since I last changed you out of a messy diaper. I can barely remember—it must have been right after you turned two. You were practically still a baby the last time it happened." Cody's mother paused to reminisce about when her little boy was still just a baby before moving forward with the unpleasant task. "That's because you were such a good boy, even as a baby," she said with a warm smile, glancing at Cody as she spoke. "You made potty training so easy for Mama. Not all moms are as lucky, though. She paused briefly before continuing, her tone turning slightly thoughtful. "Look at your cousin Tyler—you saw what happened today. He's almost three and a half, and Auntie Laura told me he still poops in his pants every day. She said he's nowhere near being potty trained." She shook her head and let out a soft sigh. "Honestly, though, I think she’s just being lazy. It's easier for her to keep him in a diaper or pull-up than to do the work of hovering over him all day to make sure he gets to the potty." Cody's mom continued, fiddling with the container of wipes. Her slight tipsiness had loosened her filter, finding herself revealing more of her inner thoughts to her young son than she normally would. "That's why I could never be mad at you for something like this—whether it was an accident... or not," she said after a brief pause, her tone carrying a hint of suspicion that her son may have filled his diaper intentionally. Those comments made Cody feel a pang of guilt for not being entirely honest about what had happened earlier in his room. It was difficult for him to withhold the truth from his mom, especially after she had just praised him so warmly. The weight of it all became too much, and Cody felt compelled to confess, so he blurted it out. "Mommy.... It wasn't an accident. I did it on purpose." Cody's mom gave him a soft smile, her tone gentle and reassuring. "I know sweetheart. It's okay." Cody's mom replied, stopping just as she was about to grab one of the tapes of the dirty diaper. "Really? How did you know it wasn't an accident, Mommy?" Cody asked, his eyes wide with surprise that she already knew his secret. "Moms just know these things, kiddo," Mrs. Thomas said with a knowing smile. She couldn’t help but think it wasn’t a coincidence that her son's first accident happened on the same day he saw his cousin poop in his pants "Monkey see... Monkey do doo-doo," she mused to herself, stifling a chuckle. Cody was delighted by his mom's reaction to the situation. He now felt silly for worrying so much about what she would say upon finding out about his deliberate accident. However, Cody was still concerned about the one last surprise that was waiting for his mother on the inside of his diaper. He watched nervously as her adept hands continued to go to work. "Rip...Rip," Mrs Thomas proceeded with unfastening the tapes on Cody's Pamper. "Ok Buddy, can you lift your legs in the air for mommy?" Cody did as his mom instructed, praying she wouldn't be angry about his pancaked poop. "Woah kid, your poopies have certainly gotten a lot bigger since you were two." Cody's mom remarked surprisingly, as she pulled down the front flap of the diaper she was about to change. She pulled one of wipes from the container as she continued. "Also, your poops seems to be a little on the hard side, buddy. I think we're gonna add some more fruit to your diet to try and soften it up. Sound good?" She asked Cody as she began wiping the messy residue from his butt. "I like peaches", replied Cody gleefully, happy to be talking about fruit instead the condition of his diaper. Cody's kind and caring mom continued with the diaper change, saying nothing about the flattened poop inside. With the larger load now on top, she hadn’t even noticed it. And thanks to the firm nature of Cody’s poop, the mess wasn’t particularly bad. Once Cody fully realized there would be no consequences for his actions, the tension melted away from his body. As he relished the comforting touch of his mom’s hands fastening his fresh diaper, his gaze shifted to the used one lying nearby. A proud sense of accomplishment washed over him as he took in the sight of the mounded brown lumps nestled within the padding of the heavily used disposable diaper. As Cody lay in bed, sleep eluded him as his mind replayed the day's events on a loop. The faint scent of poopy diapers lingered in his nose, intertwined with the thrill of the discoveries he'd made. Though it was his first time exploring the unique sensations of using his diapers for more than just pee, he knew it wouldn't be his last. The End If you like Cody, you're going to love Skyler. Check his stories out here: https://archiveofourown.org/series/5736016

I would say my number one fetish (slightly above ABDL) is desperation and wetting. I love the feeling of having an achingly full bladder and being desperate to use the toliet, holding it until I end up wetting myself. I also love, love, love watching someone else wiggle, dance, moan, whine, and beg to use the bathroom before inevitably soaking their pants.