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When I was 14 my parents suffered a financial setback. My dad was working but his hours were being cut at the plant. We were still in our home, we had food to eat, it was just money was tight. I begged and begged my parents to let me get a part time job, just to help out. At 14 I didn't realize that at part time it wouldn't be enough to offset what my dad was losing. I was only making minimum wage. My dad was making $17.92 per hour, for those days an excellent wage, I would be making a whopping $2.10 per hour. The deal was if my grades slipped in school the job was over. I worked for Mr. Mauzer. I did anything he wanted me to do from pulling weeds to shoveling snow. Believe me when I say he got his $2.10 worth of work out a me! Now Mr. Mauzer had no sons only daughters why I was hired, there was Carrie she was a bit older than I was at 16, Patricia my age and Deborah age 12. Now Mrs. Mauzer was very pretty and all of their daughters took after her. At 14, for some reason I had my heart set on Patricia. She wanted nothing to do with me what so ever! I think it was the time that I caught a frog and as I was showing it to her, it jumped and landed square in her face. She always thought I had done it on purpose. I hadn't but she still didn't like me. As I was working every time I turned around there was Debbie. I thought she followed me just to make sure I was doing what was asked of me by her father, you know just making sure I was earning that $2.10 an hour. She would come ask me what I was doing, then ask Why? I would explain it to her. She always liked my explanation she would smile at me. When I was thirsty she would bring me a glass of cold water. She treated me better than Patricia ever had. I even told her why Patricia didn't like me. I told her about the frog. She laughed and thought it was what she deserved. Debbie told me she liked frogs! Even though she always wore a dress that was as blue as her eyes she was more of a tomboy. We talked and talked as I did my work. I liked Debbie. On one occasion I asked her why she hung out and watched me work. She blushed a little and said "Because I like you! You don't tell me to go play in traffic or jump in the lake." "Who tells you that?" I asked? "My sisters, and other boys that used to work for my daddy!" I told her "Well as I see it your dad's my boss which kinda makes you my boss as well." She liked my explanation. About 2 years later I was 16 and my wage had increased to $2,98 an hour, I saved my money and I got to buy my own clothes for school every fall. My mom no longer had control of what I got for school. Debbie was now 14 still wore dresses still hung around while I worked. One day while I was working and she was watching me work her mom came and asked if she was good still? "No," was all she said and her mom took her to the house 5 minutes later she was back. We were talking again, it looks like rain as their were clouds coming to the west. Soon the wind picked up and it began to blow. Debbie was sitting there when a gust blew her dress up. I was expecting to see panties but got a view of her diapers, I'm not sure who was more shocked me or her. She tried to put her dress down but the damage was done. She looked like she wanted to cry. "Why do you wear diapers for," I asked? "If you must know I still wet my bed, my mom and dad think that if I wear diapers at all times except for school it will embarrass me enough that I will stop wetting my bed!" "That doesn't work I said!" "How would you know," she asked? "My parents did that to me when I was 11, I said. I still wet mine." "You do?" "Yep, the only thing it did wearing most of the time was I got kind a dependent on the diapers started needing them and not knowing when I went." "Me to! My mom just changed me and I think I'm wet again but I didn't pee on purpose. Do you still wear diapers, cloth and plastic pants like me?" I looked around to see who was watching if anybody, and unzipped my pants. She could see my diapers through the hole. "I couldn't stop wetting myself now if my life depended on it," I said. Tell your mom that's all this leads to. Debbie grabbed me and gave me a kiss. No little peck this was a real live lip lock. "I love you she said!" "Debbie I love you as well!" From that day on we became an item. Her dad was kind of upset that I was dating his daughter. He took me to his office and talked with me. He wanted to know why I loved his daughter, he came out and told me she was a bedwetter thinking that it would scare me away. I told him "I knew about her bedwetting and showed him my diapers and told him he might want to rethink the diaper punishment thing, it only causes you to lose more control, take it from somebody that is now diapered 24/7/365 thanks to my diaper punishment at age 11." They tried to get Debbie out of her diapers but it was too late. Like me she was dependant on them now like I was. At 18, I started college so did Debbie at 17. As soon as she hit 18 and I got a great job making $26.56 an hour we were married. Come to find out that due to the heat of wearing diapers and plastic pants I'm shooting blanks now. My mom felt low when we told her that there were no children in our future due to their bedwetting punishment. So did Mrs. Mauzer We're still married and were both diaper dependent thanks to our parents.

I've known Lisa since Kindergarten. Even then I should of known something wasn't right about her. No she's not a psycho bitch or anything like that. I just remember her telling the teacher on almost a daily basis, "Teacher I peed!" Don't get me wrong I think we all had to tell the teacher that at least once. I got diarrhea and had to tell her "I pooped!" Plus I remember playing with Lisa and my friend Michael at recess, I kind of waited too long and I and Lisa both had to tell the teacher "We peed!" That was kindergarten. After that I don't ever remember having to tell the teacher I had an accident. I did get caught cutting my hair off with the scissors, not all of it just a huge chunk of it right in the front, that was either first grade or second, I can't remember. All I do remember is having to have the rest of my hair cut down to match that chunk I had cut out of my head with the scissors. The barber shaved me down to a buzz cut, I looked like I was a military recruit! He also warned me next time he would shave it all off, you know Mr. Clean style. I never even entertained that idea again. I didn't want to look like Mr. Clean at 7 or 8 years old. Lisa on the other hand still had accidents in her panties until at least third grade, they just weren't daily like they had been in Kindergarten. Lisa was the cutest girl in our class. She was blonde, little upturned nose, to me she was beautiful. I know I wasn't supposed to like girls, they had cooties! But I always had a thing for her. I don't know why. About our 7th grade year, Lisa became all girl. She began sprouting breasts, I mean the tits fairy was overly generous to her she put all other girls to shame! Her and I had always been good friends. We lived about a block from each other. At dances that they started having at 7th grade. I always took Lisa, She knew I was safe. This brought up my popularity, I had the girl with the biggest breasts in our class. Truth was I was a dweeb, I was never an athlete, I was slow as molasses running uphill in winter! I wasn't a brain, I got mostly B's and C's an occasional A. Lisa on the other hand was a beautiful brain. She was the A student, the girl that had the biggest breasts. That was until our Junior year and Beth Granger overtook her in the breast department. Still it wasnt by much! The C's I got were mostly in math. I was pathetic at math! It was a wonder that I could add 2 and 2 together and get 4. There were times for me it made 5. Some people were dyslexic at reading for me it was math, is there such a thing as math dyslexia? If there was I was sure I had it. Lisa agreed to tutor me. Since we were old friends. She came to my home and we would go over and over the quizzes I had them nailed. The next morning, I couldn't remember anything. It was like turning in bed at night erased everything like a an Etchasketch in my brain! By morning everything looked foreign again! Lisa felt for me. The Sr. Prom was coming up. I asked Lisa if she was going. "I don't know, nobody has asked me." I wanted to ask her, but would she go with a math dyslexic like me? "Will you go with me?" "Yes, Jimmy I will go with you!" "Alright, I smiled. What color is your dress, so I know the color of corsage to get?" "Deep purple!" "Cool my favorite color!" I said. "Mine as well!" She said. I started doing everything I could to earn money I picked up pop bottles and beer cans. Cleaned the garage, gutters, mowed lawns. I was enterprising. I had enough for everything. I went to pick Lisa up! You know something has happened you can feel it, almost cut it with a knife. At Lisa's house I could feel the tension! Something bad had been going on. Lisa was usually always bubbly, had a frown on her face. I felt it my duty to enhance her mood. I'm not the best comic but I started telling her jokes, that were even corny to me, soon her smile was back on her face! "Thanks Jimmie for making me feel better!" "Anytime Lisa, your my queen tonight, I want to make you feel like one!" I pinned the corsage on her and I didn't even prick her breast with the pin. That had been one of my major concerns. We arrived and even though I was born with two left feet I still danced with her. I do think I did step on her foot at least once, maybe twice. I got us some punch it was getting hot in the venue we had rented for the prom. They opened the doors after about an hour and a half. It began to cool down. Lisa and I got our photo taken of prom night. It started getting cool so they shut the doors that they had opened to air it out. Kurt Kowalski and his group had crashed the prom. Kurt was approximately the size of Mount Rushmore, and just as strong. He was our linebacker, and Wrestled as our Heavyweight. Massive and strong. He was everything I wasn't in the strength department. And was dumber than a box of rocks! Even dumber than me. At math when he added 2 and 2 where I got 5 he got 6! Tonight he was drunk and he was picking on kids littler than him, that was pretty much everybody. I was praying he wouldn't come and bother us. No such luck! "Edwards, whats up my man?" He slurred towards me. "Nothing Kurt, what's up with you?" I asked in the most non threatening manner I could muster, without wetting myself in front of my date, Lisa. "I wasn't allowed to come tonight, he said. Some thing about my grades not being good enough!" Like I said dumber than a box of rocks. "If I had of came I was thinking about asking Miss Lisa here. What do you say Miss Lisa?" "Go away Kurt, your drunk!" She said. I know she had just signed our death warrants. You dont poke the bear. Kurt was going to kill us, starting with me! Kurt's demeanor changed. "Oh Miss Upity doesn't want to be seen with me when I'm drunk!" He grabbed her and lifted her dress. I'm sure to look at her panties. I was surprised as he was Lisa was wearing a diaper. I took this time his shock and since she was my date. I'm not proud of what I did, I kicked Kurt square in the balls. He dropped like an avalanche. He said oof. His cronies started punching at me. My face was about destroyed by 4 guys punching me. Next thing I knew the police were there arresting them. Including Kurt who was still on his knees. Trying to catch his breath. All I could do was lay on the floor and bleed. My nose, lip, and eyebrow. We're leaking blood. They had the paramedics come look at me they decided that I needed a stitch in my eye. My biggest supporter was Lisa she kept ice on my eye. "Your my hero Jimmie!" She kissed my cheek several times. When we were alone in my limo that I had rented, on the way to the hospital, l never envisioned it would double as an ambulance! I asked Lisa about her diaper? "Remember in Kindergarten, how I used to wet all the time?" She asked me" "Yeah but you weren't the only one it happened to me once or twice!" I said. "Well the truth was I had little control over my bladder, that's why I wet all the time day and night!" "Okay, I know a few of those kids still wet their beds until they were much older." I said. "Yes I know, I was one of them. In fact I still wet my bed!" "You? But your so beautiful and smart!" "Beauty and brains were never required for continence! She smiled. Today I was getting my hair and nails done for tonight. I was really excited that you asked me to the prom, and I was actually going. I kind of had an accident from being so excited. Before you got to my house, my parents and I fought over if I should wear a diaper for tonight. Since I had wet myself earlier in the day from the excitment of the prom. You probably felt the tension when you got there. My parents told me I was wearing one or they would tell you why I wasn't going. I wore the diaper. Like the next girl I don't like being reminded that at 17 years old I still sleep in those diapers." "You know I must be weird, or I got a concussion or something, but the thought of you in diapers and still wetting your bed. Really excites me!" "Really?" she asked me? She looked and I had pitched a tent in my trousers! "Wow, you really are excited!" She kissed my cheek again she began rubbing me through my pants. I told her to stop or I wouldn't get the deposit back on the tux I had rented. But truly I wished she wouldn't. After that I was lucky that my eye took only two stiches. Kurt and his Cronies were expelled. Lisa and I began dating. She knew how to tease me she sent me photos of her getting ready for bed in her diaper and wet ones in the morning. On my phone. I wonder if she knew I masturbated to those photos? I'm sure she did! Thats why she sent them to me! I also began to wonder about my sanity, is it normal for a guy to be aroused by a girl in a wet diaper. Am I nuts? I looked on line, Holy Hell! I found web sites that charge a hell of a lot more money a month than I had, to look at photos of girls in diapers often wet. I got mine for free and I knew and was dating the model! She was just as pretty as the girls getting paid to pose for these photos. And I wasn't sure if some of them weren't staged that you paid for! I knew Lisa's were real! After a few months of dating Lisa. Her dad took me aside and asked me if I knew everything about his daughter. "What do you mean everything? I asked? "My daughter has medical problems she has to wear adaptive clothing for." "You mean her diapers?" I asked? "You know? That doesn't scare you off if her?" "I found out the night if the prom about her diapers, should it scare me off? "Ahh," he didn't know what to say. "Most guys would be repulsed by a 18 year old bed wetter, how come your not?" "Sir I love your daughter, if she has a few medical problems. I have an Epipen in case of bee stings, I'm deathly allergic, we all have something wrong. If you can't tell I'm not the most athletic of individuals, but your daughter loves me, She is smart enough and beautiful enough to have somebody better than me. Im the lucky one." "Son that's the best answer I've ever heard! She told me what you did at the prom, now I don't condone kicking another guy in the testicles but, you neutralized a situation of more embarrasment to my daughter! As a father I thank you for loving my daughter. Your right her bedwetting is only a turn off if you let it!" We went out that night we didn't go far. We hit a secluded spot and we began kissing, She took my hand and placed it between her legs under her dress. I felt her diaper. It began to warm and I knew she was wetting it for me. My Mr happy began to come alive. She began to stroke me through my jeans. I began stroking her through her diaper. We were both 18, me three weeks ago her a week. We wanted more but both of us have pledged to wait for real sex until after were married. Her doing this makes it harder to keep that promise. The End!