The Last Straw

[JBonn]

Chapter 1 – The Last Straw

The wind was blowing and the snow was swirling. Jason shuffled along the street with his coat drawn tight, his hood up and his gloved hands planted deep in his pockets. He disliked having to wade through the winter sidewalks almost as much as where he was going and what he was about to do.

After walking for two more blocks he was finally to his destination. The off-campus home healthcare store “Glenndale Homecare”. He stopped as he stared at the sign and saw the recliners and walkers in the store window. Once more he asked himself “do I really want to do this?” He’d been himself that in response to various questions for the last month. You see, Jason has a problem which he finally admitted needs some sort of attention. Jason recalled that morning a little over a month ago…

There he was on the beach again, soaking up the rays. The sky was blue, there was a light breeze on his face and the temperature was warm. He had a cold drink (one of many he’d already downed) and was enjoying doing a little people watching with the hot chicks strolling the beach. Ah… spring break. He couldn’t recall exactly how he got here, but he knew at this moment that he didn’t care. He was warm, he was happy, there were fun people all around him – he was enjoying himself.

Breaking his train of thought from his introspective reveling he realized he needed to urinate. Badly. He looked down the beach, searching for a building with a restroom. Nothing. Only a small stand selling chips and soda and a few t-shirt vendors. He looked back behind the beach but only saw a, full, parking lot nestled between a couple of high-rise condominium buildings. How could any public beach not have a restroom?!? He knew he couldn’t get into the condos since they all had private key-coded entrances and he knew if he left the beach he’d lose his parking spot and very well not be able to get back in. What was he thinking? Here is this very, very large body of water right in front of him! After all, it’s not like a little pee in the Gulf of Mexico is going to be noticed. He’d just wade out far enough for the water line to make it above his waist and…. Wow! The water was warmer than he expected. He was used to the Atlantic or the much cooler lakes back home but this was what he thought of as bathwater. The temperature just helped the natural course of things along and he began to gradually let go of his control. Just at that moment he caught the eyes of pair of real hotties who’d been wading out towards him. They were staring at him. The blonde turned to her friend with a look of disgust on her face and he could barely make out a fragment of her commentary on the breeze “…realize what he’s doing!?.....not going to talk….don’t care if he’s cute….that’s gross!”. Oh no. I’ve got to stop, I’ve got to look natural, thought Jason. He could still feel the vaguely pleasant warmth spreading around his groin, even as he tried to sink lower into the water. Stop! He had to stop, but he knew that with this much volume in his bladder he found it very difficult to stop.

Jason’s brain was a confliction of thoughts. Stop! You’re wetting yourself! But I’m in the water, it’s OK. Those girls know what you’re doing. Oh no, I’m wetting myself. It’s happening again. The cute brunette suddenly called out to him “Jason.” How does she know my name? “Jason – hey!” She’s smokin’ hot and she wants me! “Jason, I’m going to class – see ya, man.” Class? Man? What the…?? What class is she talking about?

Jason’s eyes suddenly blinked open. He was in his bed, in his room in the house he rented with his buddy Tim. The door to the house had just slammed shut. That had been Tim shouting at him, not the girl in his dream. It was then that the familiar sinking feeling set in. He was soaking wet. His pajamas were soaked and his sheets were wet. He hadn’t been slyly sneaking a leak in the ocean, he’d been peeing on himself in his sleep – again! He stood up and looked down at his bed in disgust. The still-growing wet spot was huge – at least 2 feet across.

Jason sighed. He looked at his clock. To make matters worse he’d overslept and would miss his 10 o’clock class. That must have been why Tim was trying to get him up. He was wet, had laundry to do and would miss yet another lecture for his favorite class. That wouldn’t do him any favors when it came time to take the bluebook exam. Jason began stripping his sopping pajama pants off and found that it had soaked up into his top as well. “Might as well throw everything in since I’ll be doing a full load anyway” he thought to himself. Dropping his wet clothes in the plastic laundry basket, he stripped the sheets off his bed as well as the stained foam egg-carton pad. At least the pad had stopped the urine from soaking into his mattress. The pad would have to be thrown out, once more. He’d tried to clean previous pads, but he could never quite get the smell out of it.

Padding downstairs to the washing machine in the basement he loaded it up, added detergent, and set it running. Shaking his head and muttering he made his way back upstairs and into his bathroom. “At least Tim wasn’t here and I could get everything into the wash without having to dodge him” Jason thought. He turned on the water in the shower and slid under the warm, clean, spray. Grateful for the cleansing he began to wash, focusing mainly on the areas on which he’d wet himself. “This has got to stop. I’ve got to find some way to take care of this problem.”

Tim had been waking up wet every now and then since he was a small child, but lately it had been happening two or three times a week. Sometimes he’d bolt upright in bed in the middle of the night as the first drops of urine would hit his leg. Usually he was dreaming he was in a bathroom, taking care of nature, but other times he couldn’t recall what dream he might have been having. Some mornings he would wake up to find he’d wet sometime during the night but he’d never even woken up. Still other mornings he’d wake up just after a major flood had started, only to find he’d not only wet himself but overslept and missed his first class too.

He couldn’t explain it but he knew it was affecting his life. He’d been oversleeping more and he’d been spending way too much time and money (that he didn’t have to spend as the typical poor college student) on his dirty little secret. That was truly how Jason felt about it. It was so embarrassing! Here he was, 21 years old, in the prime of his life and he was wetting the bed like a 4 year old! The little money he made at his part-time job should have been going to buy beer and pay for a few simple dates, not spent on laundry detergent and new sheets! The stress it was putting on him caused him to get poor quality of sleep and that was only the beginning. He knew he couldn’t hide it from Tim forever – he’d already begun making comments about Jason’s compulsive laundry habits. He was sure he’d lose some points in his 10 o’clock on the exam if not in simple attendance points from all the class he’d missed so far. Worst of all, his bedwetting was causing Jason to forego any chance for meaningful dates. He’d taken Jen out several times and brought her back to his place a couple times but that was where things had ended.

They made out for a while but just when things were looking up he’d had to make up some excuse and take her home. Jen couldn’t understand it and wasn’t going to take it much longer. What he couldn’t tell her was that if she were to spend the night at his place she’d probably wake up in a pool of his urine along with him. Obviously, this wasn’t the way to win friends, make neighbors, or nurture a relationship. Now he found himself avoiding Jen altogether because he just couldn’t tell her the truth about why their physical relationship seemed stalled.

Jason stepped out of the shower, dried off and got dressed in his usual jeans and a button-down cotton shirt. He walked into to the kitchen and fixed himself a bowl of cereal and a glass of OJ and pondered his situation. He was used to avoidance in situations like this. Jason’s philosophy was that maybe if he ignored it long enough it would go away. Perhaps if he just gave it more time? Yes, he’d cut down on the amount of beer he was drinking on weekends, and not drink ANYthing after 6pm on school nights (he’d already restricted his fluids after 8pm but that, obviously, wasn’t working). If he put down some towels on his bed under him that would probably save his sheets from having to be washed all the time, although he’d still be washing a lot of towels as well as his pajamas. He could do it, until this phase passed.

“You, my-yyyy, brown-eyed girl”. It was Jason’s cell phone ringing, and it was Jen’s ringtone.

“Hey Jen.”

“Jason, where are you?”

“Home, I overslept.”

“I noticed, you weren’t in Lichtmen’s class. What is your problem lately?”

“Jen, I just overslept, give me a break!”

“This is the third time you’ve done that, it’s like you just don’t care anymore.”

“Jen, it’s not like I’m doing this on purpose. I know this is going to affect my grade and I’m not to happy about that myself”

“Jason, I don’t know what’s happening with you lately but you obviously aren’t willing to put forth the effort to even come to class anymore. You don’t seem to care about your educational future, and you seem even less concerned about our future.”

“Jen, you don’t understand.”

“Really Jason, then tell me. Tell me what is so important that has you missing your most important class and shooing me out of your bedroom just when it seems like you and I are so close!”

Silence.

“If you can’t tell me, Jason, then we’re done. I can’t take it anymore. For all I know you’re doing drugs and have late night appointments with your dealer!”

“No, no, you’ve got it all wro..”

“If I’ve got it wrong, then tell me the truth! You’re hiding something from me, I can tell. If anyone deserves the truth it’s me.”

“Jennifer, it’s complicated. You jus…”

“Well, I’m simple, Jason. All I want is the truth and you, apparently, aren’t ready to share that with me. I’ve dated enough liars and cheats to know that this isn’t the kind of man I want in my life.”

“But…”

“No buts, goodbye Jason”

Click

[DollyDiaper]

Looking forward to the next chapter - I'm thinking this story will resonate with quite a few peops here

(I hope Jason finds the courage to tell Jen before she dumps him for not being open and honest with her - that would be because it sounds like she's really concerned and wants to be a good friend regardless of a more intimate relationship)

Dolly

[JBonn]

Chapter 2 – The Doctor Knows Best?

Jason stood outside the medical supply store and realized he’d been daydreaming again. He’d been thinking back to what had ultimately gotten him to this point. Losing Jen had been devastating for Jason. He’d crawled deeper into the shell he’d been creating. He missed more of his early classes and he hadn’t even tried to go on any new dates. Why bother? No one was going to go out with a 21 year old bedwetter. Even assuming he could keep hiding the wet sheets and clothes he’d never have a girl spend the night, knowing what might happen. Jason spent nearly two weeks feeling sorry for himself. He drank more, worried more and as a result he was wetting more.

Finally he was able to pull himself together enough to say enough is enough and move forward with his life. He quit the drinking, and made an appointment at the Student Health Center on campus for the following Monday afternoon. When the receptionist asked what he was coming in for he just told them he was feeling sick to his stomach. He wasn’t about to tell some flunky about his personal problems. The doctor can just deal with the change in symptoms when he walked in the door. It was late January and the flu was going around as well as many other nasty infections. He’d just blend in with the rest of the students lined up to get treated.

Jason was able to get a 9:00am appointment – right when the health center opened. He figured there would be less chance of him running into anyone he knew at that time and therefore less reason for him to have to come up with a cover story. After filling out a brief medical history the nurse called his name and showed him in to an exam room. It was only a few moments before there was a brief knock at the door and in walked the doctor.

“Hello, my name is Brenda Young. I’m a nurse practitioner so you don’t have to call me ‘doc’. What seems to be the problem today, Jason?”

Oh great! Not only was it not a real doctor, it was a woman. For some reason Jason had it in his mind that the “doctor” would be some older man who’d been practicing medicine for a few decades. Here he was with a woman who couldn’t be older than 30 and who was actually kind of attractive. How was he going to tell her about his problem?

“Um…well…”

“Jason, it says here on my sheet that you are having flu symptoms. Does this perhaps include some, ahem, gastro-intestinal trouble as well?” She said this with a slight smirk and a raised eyebrow.

Oh great. She thinks I’m having diarrhea and am embarrassed to talk about it. I wish!

“Uh, no. I actually don’t have any flu symptoms. I just put that down because it’s something a bit more personal. I didn’t want to share it with the world, you know?”

The smirk disappeared from Brenda’s face. In her best professional voice she said “is this a problem with, um, your reproductive system?”

Geez, now she thinks I’ve got herpes! Jason smirked himself and chuckled softly.

“Not exactly. Look, there’s no easy way to say this so I’ll just say it.”

Now the practitioner seemed confused.

“I’ve been waking up in the morning wet”

Silence.

“You mean you’re having night sweats?”

“No.” This just wasn’t going to be easy, was it? “I’m not waking up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, but I’m waking up wet.”

A brief look of amazement passed over the practitioner’s face before she schooled her features back to that professional calm.

“Well, that’s certainly unusual for someone your age. How long has this been happening?”

“The last 3 months it’s been pretty bad. I’ve had small accidents maybe once a month since I was a little kid though. Nothing big, just a little wet spot on my shorts about the size of a silver dollar.”

While writing in her chart, “Um hmm, continue.”

“For the last 3 months maybe 3 or 4 days a week I’ve been waking up in the morning totally soaked. Sometimes I’ll wake up in the middle of the night just as it’s happening but more often than not I’ll just sleep the night through and wake up in a puddle.”

Brenda paused, then began speaking, “Jason, I have to level with you. This is a bit out of my league. We deal with the flu, the common cold, some cases of VD and hand out birth control. I don’t have a wealth of experience in this area, especially since this kind of, um, affliction usually targets small children.”

Jason winced.

Sensing his discomfort, Brenda tried to recover quickly. “However, there are people who are specially trained to deal with things like this. The university has a great urology department and they are doctors who deal exclusively with the uro-genital tract. In fact, one of my mentors is on staff there and I’m sure he’d be more than happy to take a look at things for you. His name is Dr. Berkmeyer and he is an excellent physician. I’m sure he can look at ‘things’ for you and help you out.”

Jason cringed even more.

“Um, I don’t know about that…I mean…well…”

“Dr. Berkmeyer is a very capable professional, I’m sure he’d be able to help you with your little problem. He can check your bladder capacity, look for blockages in your urethra, check your prostate, and run a few other specialized tests. If you’ve got a decent insurance plan I’m sure it will pay for everything too. ”

Jason couldn’t imagine having some old man fondling his privates and slipping his fingers up his, ahem, but there was more to it than that. “I might have a problem with the insurance. Isn’t there anything else you can do for me here? I don’t have my own insurance, just the student health plan.”

“Jason, the student health plan isn’t going to get you very far if something really bad happens to you. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but that’s the real world. I can give you a physical exam, and run some basic bloodwork but this is something that you really ought to see a specialist about.”

Jason looked away and shook his head back and forth a bit.

“Look, why don’t you think about it for a while and if you come up with some way to pay for service I’ll write you a referral to go see Dr. Berkmeyer, OK?”

“I dunno, you see, I’m still on my parents’ insurance and I’m sure as hell not going to have them find out about this. Do you have any idea just how embarrassing it is even to talk about this with you let alone my parents?”

“I can see your point, Jason.”

Jason sat on the exam table staring off into space looking quite glum.

“How about this. There’s a great little medical supply store just off campus that may be able to help you manage this problem until you can get things settled to see a specialist. I must stress, however, that you should, still see a urologist.”

“What do you mean, manage? Are they going to give me some pills or something?”

“No, this store does not have a pharmacy, Jason, but they do have equipment and clothing that may help you minimize the impact of your problem”

Jason looked completely bewildered.

“Look,” the practitioner said as she wrote something out on a small notepad “here’s the name, and address and phone number of Glenndale Homecare. They are just off University Avenue – not too far of a walk. Just head over there and tell Mrs. Swanson what your problem is and she’ll take care of you.

Jason stared at the address numbly and nodded his head.

[JBonn]

Anyone interested in me continuing the story? I have several more chapters written.

[DollyDiaper]

Yes please! I'm not usually into the stories here but I enjoyed the first 2 chapters coz I think there are peops here who can identify with Jason's predicament.

I thought this was the next chapter when I clicked on it.......

Dolly

[dldad]

It has been quit interesting thus far. Can sympathise with him and see how the problem wouldn't help his social abilities. Please Go on, and not just figurtively either.

[Guest Guest_Daddy_*]

Please go on. I can emphathize with Jason. Been there done that. I hope the outcome for Jason is better than what I had with my ex-girlfriend.

[JBonn]

Chapter 3 – Back to the Future

Jason realized he’d been daydreaming again, thinking back to how he came to be standing outside this home healthcare store on University Avenue late in the afternoon on a Friday after class. His face was getting cold and his feet weren’t faring much better. He’d been standing, staring at the sign in the cold, swirling snow while his mind wandered. He’d better get inside quickly, as the store was due to close soon. He’d been putting off coming here for nearly a week, hoping that his problem might go away by itself before he’d have to share his secret with another stranger. As he’d feared, sticking his head in a hole didn’t work any better now than it had before. Therefore, he’d called the phone number on the sheet of paper Brenda had given him a few days ago. A man had answered politely, and gave Jason their store hours when asked. Jason figured he could wait until just before the store closed, get in to find Mrs. Swanson, get whatever “equipment” she might have and get out without running into too many other people. While he had to admit it wasn’t likely he was going to run into any friends or classmates here, he didn’t want to chance it. Looking in through the floor to ceiling windows, it looked like the few customers in the store were all senior citizens.

Once more gathering his courage, Jason opened the door slowly and shuffled inside. Wouldn’t you know it, they had those sets of bells on the doors, announcing to the world that he’d just walked in. Like he really needed any more public attention right now. However, everyone in the store didn’t turn around and immediately stare at him as he’d irrationally feared. In fact, the few people who seemed to be working there were both busy at the moment. A pretty attractive woman of about 25 years was showing an older man some reclining chairs in one corner (they quite resembled his dad’s bark lounger but he was sure there was something he wasn’t noticing), an older woman was on the phone at the checkout counter, and a middle-aged man was wrestling a large box out of the back stockroom and out to a little old lady’s car for her.

Jason slowly wandered around the short aisles of the store, peering at the various and sundry articles for sale. Walkers, canes, bandages, joint supports, braces, enema bulbs? They had all sorts of things in here; washbasins, hairnets, oxygen tanks, remote controls, handicap rails. Heck, they even had a full-scale mock up of a completely outfitted bathroom! Huh, the things you never know about until you see them with your own eyes. As Jason moved along looking at the merchandise he tried to drift closer to the younger woman and get a look at her nametag. “C. Mallory” it said. Whew. Having to tell a hot chick he was a bedwetter was not at the top of his list of “wants” in life. Chuckling quietly to himself, he walked over towards the counter where the older woman was still on the phone. “K. Swanson” – bingo!

“Yes, Mrs. Fleury. Yes, Harold will be there tomorrow morning at 8am. No, he will be very careful not to scare your cat this time, Mrs. Fleury. Yes, I will ask him to wipe all the snow off his shoes before he walks into your living room.”

Jason stood, waiting for a few moments before Mrs. Swanson motioned him to a chair next to the counter. She rolled her eyes and smiled at the phone. Jason smirked and nodded knowingly as he sank gratefully down into the chair. Perhaps this wouldn’t be nearly as bad as he’d imagined. Mrs. Swanson seemed like a nice lady. Heck, she vaguely reminded him of his aunt Margaret who had always doted on him and was one of the most “with-it” adults he’d known while growing up. Having thawed out and starting to warm up, he unzipped his coat, took off his gloves and made himself comfortable. He started to zone out from listening to Mrs. Swanson reassure her obviously elderly Mrs. Fleury about everything under the sun. He was just starting to page through a copy of Reader’s Digest that had been on the adjoining chair when he heard the phone returned to the cradle. Mrs. Swanson let out a small sigh and turned to Jason with her best, winning smile. “Hello young man, what can I do for you today?”

Jason stood up, “Hi, um, Brenda Young, the nurse practitioner at the campus Health Center said you might be able to help me with some things.”

Mrs. Swanson’s features warmed even more. “Brenda’s such a sweet girl, she sends us a lot of business when she can. Still, we don’t see many young folks like yourself in here. Usually it’s the older crowd, who are worried that our delivery drivers are out to terrorize their cats!” She laughed gently. “So, did you strain something playing those intramural sports at the campus rec center? You seemed to make it in here pretty well under your own power, and walking through about 4 inches of snow if my eyes don’t deceive me. Although, you did kind of ‘space out’ there outside our store before you came in.”

Wow, Jason though, this lady doesn’t miss a bit! Perhaps this will be easier than I thought. “Well, you see I’ve had a problem recently where I’ve been, um, wetting the bed.” He just let that sentence hang, hoping she’d take the ball and run with it.

Her face softened with concern. “That’s not very nice, now is it, honey. Well, I think we can take care of you so it won’t be too much of a problem for you. We’re used to the geriatric bunch getting their diapers here so we’re well versed in what you could possibly need.”

Diapers? Diapers! Did she just say diapers??? Brenda hadn’t mentioned anything about wearing diapers. He wasn’t a baby, he just had some sort of infection or something. Jen used to get urinary tract infections all the time, not that she wet the bed when she did, but that wasn’t the point. Diapers! Quickly turning red he began to stammer, “But isn’t there something else…I mean…” Mrs. Swanson calmly put her arm around his shoulders and began walking him toward the corner of the store with the attractive woman. The woman had just finished showing the man the loungers apparently. He was waving goodbye with a receipt in his hand and saying he looked forward to seeing ‘it’ in his living room.

Mrs. Swanson made hushing noises and then replied, “What did you say your name was?”

“Um, Jason, but what you said about diap…”

“Jason, don’t worry about a thing. Perhaps I should have called them ‘adult briefs,’ I’m sorry. I didn’t realize the word diaper would throw you for a loop. Let’s just go over here and talk with Cathy. She’s our registered nurse on staff and just so happens to be something of an expert in the field of nocturnal enuresis.”

[Eagle0769]

Anyone interested in me continuing the story?

[DollyDiaper]

Another good chapter, I like it. Call me a nosey old bat if you like, but is there a hint of autobiography in your story or is it pure fiction for you?

Of course, you don't have to answer that ( and I apologise if I've overstepped the mark) but thank you for this latest chapter, it's a good read.

Dolly

[malus_infantia]

Yes, please continue...it seems to be unfolding quite nicely, and i enjoy the style that it is written in.

[JBonn]

Thanks for the comments, all. Glad to know that something I wrote mainly to see if I could write it, is enjoyable to others, as well.

Dolly - in answer to your question - there are bits and pieces that are based on my own life, but largely it's a work of fiction. "All names have been changed to protect the innocent." LOL

[JBonn]

Chapter 4 – You Can Trust the Nurse

Cathy Mallory was an RN, currently enrolled in a graduate program through the University Medical School. She was the epitome of the “hot nurse” stereotype. While she wasn’t dressed in her whites while working at Glenndale, nor was she wearing the high heels and white stockings that kept popping into Jason’s head when he saw her, she still cut quite a stunning figure. With proportions that many models would envy, she was quite a hit with the male grad students and even some of the doctors at the med school. She didn’t take the extra attention well, however. She wanted to be taken seriously for her academic contributions and not looked at as an object. As a result, she often dressed down, and tried to hide her natural beauty. Despite her intentions, Jason could easily tell that here was the fantasy he’d been harboring since he was a young teen. He could recall seeing that nurse in the nudie magazine he’d found stashed behind his uncle’s bar…Ahem. What was she saying?

“…Mallory, and you are?”

“Oh, hi. My name is Jason. I’m a student over at the University.”

“And what can I help you with today, Jason?”

“Oh, Jason here was sent over to us by Brenda Young at the Health Center. It seems he’s having some trouble staying dry at night,” said Mrs. Swanson. Jason turned bright red and felt like he wanted to crawl in a hole somewhere dark and deep away from it all.

“That’s wonderful!” said Cathy. What did she just say? Did she say it’s wonderful that I piss myself at night? Jason raised his eyes from the section of carpet he’d been studying intently for the last few seconds to look at this nurse strangely.

“Oh, I don’t mean it’s wonderful that you’re having this problem, Jason, I mean it’s wonderful that you’re here. If anyone can help you out with this, short of a urologist, it will probably be me. You see, I’ve been working on a research project on nocturnal enuresis for some time now. I started out with a large group of pre-adolescents more than a year ago and now I’ve begun some research on adults who are still coping with this problem.”

“And that means…” Jason tried to draw her out.

“Well, for starters, I’ve got a wealth of information on the subject and I’m sure I could get you into the study program without a problem.”

“Look, Cathy, is it? I’m sure your study is great and all, but I just want to take care of this and get on with my life. I don’t want to live under a microscope. I’ve got my whole college career hanging in the balance if I don’t start getting a handle on this. It’s already cost me my girlfriend and my grades aren’t doing too well either. Not to mention, the stress of trying to hide this from my roommate and the time and money wasted on laundry.” Jason sighed in an exasperated way.

“Jason, you wouldn’t be living under a microscope, but the choice is yours. If you just want to manage your problem we can certainly do that too. Mrs. Swanson, thank you for introducing us, I’ll take it from here. It looks like you need to cash out the register and get things closed up anyway.” Mrs. Swanson smiled that motherly smile and walked off to take care of all her end of day processes. Jason noticed the light was fading outside. It would probably be full dark before he made it back to his rented house. OK, let’s get on with it, Jason thought to himself.

Cathy took him by the hand and led him to a sectioned off area of the store. It was flanked by a shelving unit so it wasn’t easily seen from the entryway of the store. On the shelves were very large packages of what looked like oversized diapers. Apparently Mrs. Swanson wasn’t kidding when she talked about adult sized diapers.

“There are many ways to manage urinary incontinence, Jason. It is just urine that you’re passing at night, isn’t it?” Cathy asked.

“Thankfully, yes. That’s all I have to deal with. I think I’d die if it were anything more.”

Cathy smiled in a knowing way. “Yes, well then. We have several products that are good for varying degrees of urinary incontinence. First we have underpads –these are good for low volumes of urine and when the person involved doesn’t mind his clothes, if he’s wearing any, still getting wet.”

“Uh, yeah, I am always washing my pajamas right now, so that’s not going to help me any,” replied Jason.

“OK, next up we have what are commonly referred to as disposable undergarments. You can see these are essentially a small pad held together by a belt. They are ideal for ambulatory patients who have minor leaking. I don’t think they’d be a good fit for you since you are laying down when you’re wetting.” Jason shuddered – they looked awful.

“These are a relatively new item on the market. They are referred to as disposable underwear. You’ll notice they closely resemble the “pull-ups” that have come into style for children in the last 10 years or so. These can be worn like underwear and thrown away, but again, they don’t hold very much liquid. Are your sheets very wet when you wake up in the morning?” Cathy asked.

“Yeah, I don’t know if those things would be very good either. They don’t look like they’d do the trick. My pajamas are soaked when I wake up,” said Jason.

“Well then, we have disposable briefs. You can see, despite the name designed to set our mind ‘at ease,’” she said with distaste, “these are actually adult sized diapers. I don’t know why people have a stigma with that name. They perform the same function as diapers for a baby, which no one should be ashamed of. They are just sized to fit someone like you or me.” Jason turned red again and began to study the floor. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, Jason. Wearing diapers shouldn’t be a badge of shame. Do you laugh at people on crutches? Or at those in wheelchairs? Of course not! They are just using medical devices manufactured to help them cope with their medical conditions. Adult diapers are no different. If I were to go through life wearing a diaper, no one should treat me any differently.” Jason looked up and actually almost laughed upon hearing that. Trying to imagine this babe in diapers was like…well, it was actually kind of a pleasant thought. Uh, oh, I better say something, she’s staring at me.

“No, of course not. I see your point entirely,” he said.

“Good. Diapers aren’t just for babies. I’ve got plenty of patients in my study who would tell you otherwise. So, here we have several brands of diapers. First Quality, Depends, Attends, Molicare, Abena. They all have little differences and we could spend a lot of time going over all of those. However, it all comes down to FAP.”

“FAP? What is that?” Jason asked.

“Good, glad to see you’re paying attention,” Cathy replied with a smile. “FAP is my own acronym which refers to Fit, Absorbency, and Price. You need to get a combination of those which you like and go with it. I can tell you right off the bat that First Quality is not what you want. The only reason we stock them is that some of our customers refuse to pay any more for diapers than they absolutely must. Usually this turns out to be a bad thing for them in the long run. They don’t have a very high absorption rate, though. Depends have been all over the map. They used to be OK, but lately they are just terrible. Again, quantity over quality. They are very, very thin and despite having very absorbent gel crystals, they still can’t compete very well with other products. At least they are finally white in color instead of that awful hospital green color they used to be. I can’t tell you what kind of a stigma they created for their users. Attends are fairly middle of the road. They are a fairly good product but still somewhat economical. Some people particularly like the fit on them since they not only have elastic legs, but a full waistband as well. They are thick enough to have a higher absorption ability, though they actually seem slightly slower to absorb than Depends. Attends also have padding in the wings. See the diagram on the back of the package? These might be a good option for you since you’ll want good coverage while you roll about during the night. ‘Things’ might want to shift around down there, if you know what I mean? Having that padding in the wings helps prevent leaks, no matter which direction ‘you’ are pointing.”

Jason blushed yet again. Here was this beautiful woman talking about his male anatomy as if it were…well, he just wasn’t comfortable talking about this with her.

“And finally we have Abena and Molicare. They both absorb about the same amount, and by that I mean a LOT. These are the heavy hitters of the diaper world. They are very thick, and are made to be changed infrequently. These also might be a good option for you, but they’ll cost about 50% more than the next most expensive product. Some folks dislike them because they are a bit bulky, but hey, it’s a diaper, you know? They have to have a certain amount of bulk if they are going to do their job. So what do you think so far?” Cathy asked.

“Wow, I never knew there was so much to know. I don’t have a lot of money to work with here, so maybe those First Quality ones would be fine.”

“Jason, I’m not going to let you walk out of here with anything less than the Attends. Even then I’m not so sure they will be the best thing for you, but that’s where the price point lies. Now that that is settled, let’s move on to the rest,” Cathy continued.

“I’d like you to be aware that we’re just about to start stocking cloth diapers as well. However, that won’t be until late next week, and I imagine you don’t want to have to worry about laundry, right?” Jason nodded up and down. It was bad enough he was going to be wearing diapers he couldn’t begin to fathom dealing with washing dirty diapers and diaper pins, and who knows what else!

“No, not if I can help it!” Jason stated emphatically.

With a bit of a smile Cathy said, “No, I wouldn’t think so. Anyhow, we have a couple different types of overpant, some baby-powder, some lotion, and…I’m not sure if we’ve gotten the new ‘diaper genies’ in yet.” Looking around a bit, “No, it doesn’t look like they’re here yet.”

“I don’t know what an overpant is, or why I’d need that, but I think I’ll be fine without all the rest of that stuff,” Jason said in his best authoritative tone.

Cathy obviously didn’t like this response, by the look on her face. Jason could have sworn she was smelling someone’s dirty diaper by the way her nose scrunched up. “Again, Jason, you are the ultimate authority on what you need and what you don’t, as well as what you can afford, but I think you’ll be experiencing the bad side of a diaper rash if you don’t prepare yourself accordingly. However, an overpant is what you might think of as ‘plastic pants.’ They were originally designed to go over cloth diapers but they have good value over disposables if those disposables can’t absorb that efficiently.” She opened a box on the shelf and shook out what looked like an enormous pair of plasticized pants. A look of horror came over Jason’s face when she held them up close to him for his inspection, “You’ll see these are the side-snap variety. There are pull-up styles as well, but most of our clients are bedridden and these are easily opened by a caregiver with the snaps. There are also rubber varieties and nylon varieties, depending on how much breathability you want or need. I still recommend good old plastic. I’m afraid we don’t have much in the way of styles or colors yet, just these industrial looking things. That too, will be coming in shortly. Some of the folks in my study program are pushing us to diversify our product line. They are more fashion conscious than our usual line of customers,” she said with a wink.

“I’m sure that’s great that there are designer plastic pants out there, but I don’t think I’ll need them,” Jason said, after eyeing the prices on some of the products on the shelves.

Cathy again looked at him disapprovingly, down her nose and gave a kind of sniff. What is she, Jason thought, some kind of diapering snob? He resolved to hold his ground on this issue though. He wasn’t going to be wearing a garbage bag around on top of wearing a diaper!

[DollyDiaper]

Thanks for the comments, all.  Glad to know that something I wrote mainly to see if I could write it, is enjoyable to others, as well.  

Dolly - in answer to your question - there are bits and pieces that are based on my own life, but largely it's a work of fiction.  "All names have been changed to protect the innocent."  LOL

Well now you know you can write, more, more, more please!

I really enjoyed Chapter 4, it's so believable and well researched. I particularly enjoy the subtle humour in your writing. It's a serious subject but like most human conditions, if we didn't laugh a little at some of the crap life throws at us, we would just despair.

Next installment please!

Dolly

[JBonn]

Chapter 5 – Checking the Fit

“OK, then, Jason. We’ll work with what we have, though I think you’ll be sorry sometime soon. Follow me.” She began walking briskly down a darkened hallway. Jason was a bit apprehensive at first, but he didn’t have much choice. The store was closed and he was in the only person in the showroom. Even Mrs. Swanson seemed to have disappeared out back somewhere. He saw Cathy turn into a side room. Following her in revealed a room that looked much like a run down doctor’s examination room. There were anatomical charts on the wall, an exam table, a desk, a sink, and cabinets overflowing with tools, gauze, and other medical instruments.

“This is one of our client consultation rooms. We mostly use them to fit prosthetic devices and braces, but it will do for us as well. Have a seat on the table and I’ll be right back.” What in the world could she be doing now? After a minute or two she came trotting back in the room with 2 big disposable diapers under her arms.

“Here you go”, she said, handing him the diapers. We need to make sure they fit correctly before you leave, or you’ll be in bad way come tomorrow morning. Try one of these on and I’ll be back in a few minutes to check the fit.

Jason just stared at her with a pole axed expression. “You do know how to put a diaper on, don’t you? Oh, I don’t suppose you had any younger brothers or sisters to diaper when you were growing up, did you?”

Jason shook his head numbly but then quickly recovered, “I’ll figure it out, thanks.” Kathy gave him a reassuring smile and then pulled the door shut behind her. Jason took a deep breath then took one of the diapers and began to unfold it. The diaper felt odd in his hands – the smooth plastic, the stretchy waistband, and the soft lining. Suddenly he was 5 years old again and lying in bed before school in the morning. He remembered running his little hands along the thick, warm diaper and feeling cozy and safe.

Jason shook his head to dispel the daydream. It sure is big, he thought. Holy cow, it has 3 tapes on each side of it! The diapers he remembered all had one tape. Well, let’s try this and see how it is. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans. He wasn’t about to take off his underwear, especially with Cathy promising to ‘check the fit.’ Standing back up straight, he pulled the diaper up between his legs but was having trouble holding it all in place while he tried to tape one of the tabs. Dancing around in a circle he managed to get the first tape on the top right secure. From there he got one of the tapes on the left secure and worked his way around. When he was done, it certainly wasn’t pretty looking, but it looked like it might stay on. He yelled through the closed door, “OK, you can come in now.”

Cathy returned to the room and began laughing uncontrollably. Jason immediately became embarrassed again and flushed bright red. What she saw was a this boy, well, man really, standing with his shirt hanging down and a diaper that looked like 2 year old had taped up. Jason’s underwear was showing out the top a bit and he looked decidedly uncomfortable. “What?” he demanded.

Once Cathy was able to speak again she said, “I think you’re going to need a bit of help. That is quite possibly the worst taping job I’ve ever seen, and I worked with toddlers for 6 months who often tried to tape up their own diapers!”

“I don’t see what the big deal is,” Jason protested, “it’s on. Although I will admit it’s a bit of a challenge to hold it all in place while working with those tapes.”

Cathy smirked again. “Jason, this diaper is supposed to be able to contain a good amount of urine and still stay on your body. That thing wouldn’t last you the walk home. Might I also point out that you’re not going to be wearing underwear under your diaper? That is, unless you want to ruin them, but then, what’s the point of wearing a diaper if you’re going to put your clothes on inside them?”

She was making him feel foolish again but he resolved to defend himself, “I wasn’t going to stand here naked, you know. Anyway, this diaper is coming off in a few minutes so I’d just be putting my underwear back on again. Why bother? I’m sure this would be just fine the way it’s taped up anyway.”

Cathy shook her head like a mother clucking her errant child. “Jason, do you know what happens when you pee in that diaper? It gets wet, and it gets heavy. It starts to pull,” she began to reach out to tug on the crotch of his diaper but he jerked out of her grasp, “downward on you, whether or not you believe me. Stay right there.” Cathy walked back out of the consultation room and back towards the back of the clinic. Jason heard a faucet turn on for a few seconds then off again. Footsteps told him that she was coming back to the room and Jason stood there, perplexed.

Cathy held up a coffee cup and said, “Here is approximately one cup of water. I’ll be willing to bet you are wetting a lot more than this, but it will serve for the purpose of this demonstration.” Jason watched in horror as she snatched the front of the diaper and easily pulled it out and away from his body. He began to pull back from her but her face was right in front of his and something in her eyes told him he’d better just freeze where he was. At that moment he felt a rush of warm liquid flow over his privates. It kept on flowing, however, and went right down his leg. Cathy let go of his diaper and it sagged down off of his waist and started to head towards the floor. Jason managed to grab it just in time to retain a small shred of modesty but he was having a hard time holding it in place. “See what I told you,” Cathy said. “Your taping job did nothing to help you out. Imagine that you were sleeping and you just voided your bladder. You’d be awash in urine and the diaper would have done you no good. Not only is your diaper sagging all over, now, it wasn’t even properly placed to stop all the water from flowing right on out and down your leg. You’ll see that even these Attends can soak up a decent amount of liquid, but they have to be taped on correctly. Now,” she said as she opened up one of the cabinets and pulled out what looked like a very large rectangular diaper, “lay back on this and let me show you how to put a diaper on so it will actually work for you and not against you.” Awestruck that someone would actually pour water down his pants – no, not actually true, his pants were lying over there on the chair, she’d just poured water down his diaper, and his underwear underneath he realized belatedly – he laid back on the pad after she’d placed it onto the examination table behind him. He was now sitting upright on the table, clinging to the partially wet diaper trying to keep his underwear from showing.

“Take off the diaper and hand it to me,” Cathy sternly told him. Still too numbed by the experience to put up a fight he did as she asked. Now, get those ridiculous underpants off and let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Ridiculous?”

“Yes, those ‘tighy-whities’ are the most horrid things invented. They certainly don’t do your physique any favors and they are just so ugly. Now, let’s get them off you”

Take off his underwear? Jason froze like a deer in the headlights. Cathy made his decision for him as she gently but firmly pushed him back to lie down on the table again. She reached down and grasped his wet underwear by the waistband tugged it down. Instinctively, Jason raised his bottom to allow them to come off. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening, and he was so embarrassed. He just turned his head to the side and closed his eyes hoping it would all be over soon. After the wet Hanes cleared his feet he heard them hit the floor with an unceremonious ‘plop’. Next he heard a rustling just before Cathy started giving him a narration of what she was doing.

“You see, this diaper barely got wet during out little experiment. It still has a lot of soaking capacity left.” Jason felt the soft, cloth-like inside of the diaper as it was dragged up his leg and over his groin. He felt Cathy’s hands through the diaper as she lifted his penis and testicles to dry underneath them. She even managed to lift his legs up by the ankles enough to wipe at his backside. Thankfully she didn’t do more than wipe at the surface.

“There, you’re pretty dried out now. See, the diaper isn’t nearly full still, but it does show that it has some moisture in it.” Jason felt a light slap on the outside of his thigh. “Pay attention, you’re going to need to know this.” He cracked his eyes open to see her leaning over him with the diaper. He could now see a faint line down the middle of the diaper. It was blue in places. “You see the wetness indicator has turned blue. That usually means you’re wet – although I’m sure you’ll be able to figure that out for yourself, it helps caregivers with those patients who aren’t as communicative. It can be deceptive, though. I find if it’s a warm night and you sweat a fair amount, it can turn blue fairly quickly. Now, even though you’ve decided you don’t want to take any other supplies home with you I’m going to show you how to properly diaper yourself while you’re here.” She turned around reached in another cabinet to produce what looked like a bottle of Johnson’s baby powder. She turned the nozzle to the open position and gave it a quick squeeze. A small puff of white erupted and Jason smelled the distinctive perfume of the powder he hadn’t smelled in many, many years. There was something pleasant in that smell which served to relax him a bit. “No matter how many times I open a bottle of powder I always love that smell,” Cathy said with a smile. She turned and picked up the 2nd diaper she’d given to Jason initially. He now realized she’d expected him to screw up with the first one. She opened it up the diaper and motioned to him to lift his rear off the pad while she slid it under him. Then, with the powder in one hand she began to sprinkle lightly around his groin. She moved his penis to the side and lifted his testicles up and gave a puff under there. “This will absorb any of the excess moisture right now, and it will help prevent a rash from wearing a wet diaper for a long amount of time. I know you don’t wake up when you wet so you’ll probably be sitting in a soggy diaper for several hours before you can change. For real serious cases we use some oil or lotion but I’ll spare you that indignity for the moment.” She winked at him. She was actually having fun with this, he thought with an inward groan.

Then he noticed something else. He was starting to get an erection with all the attention she’d been giving him down there. No, this couldn’t be happening. If anything he should be shrinking up like a turtle, but here he was getting aroused while this total stranger was fondling his junk! Think non-sexual thoughts, think non-sexual thoughts. Imagine your grandmother watching you right now… dammit, it’s not working! Cathy kept going with her narration, “now you want to make sure you don’t get any powder on the outside of the diaper itself, or the adhesive tabs may not stick properly. And you definitely don’t want to powder while you have the sticky side of the tabs exposed. There, now we’ll get you taped up. When you pull the diaper up between your legs, make sure the front is even with the back to get proper coverage. Oh! It looks like someone isn’t minding this so much anymore, even if you’re still dying of embarrassment up there,” she said with a laugh. “Well, that answers the question I was about to ask regarding which way you normally like to ‘point’ down there. Not much choice but to point you upwards with an erection.”

Oh, wonderful, Jason thought. She not only realized I’m getting hard, now she’s talking about which way my dick should point. Can this get any more humiliating?

Cathy carefully moved his erection until it was perfectly straight up and down then she tugged the corners of the diaper up so they matched up with the backside. Next she grasped the tab on the bottom right side of the diaper and said “you need to start taping at the bottom of the diaper, especially with these 6-tape varieties. This is critical to getting a good, snug fit. Otherwise, you’re going to end up with a loose diaper and you’ll have leaks like you saw earlier. Go one tape at a time, right-left, right-left, right-left, all the way up.” Jason felt very warm and snug in his newly taped-up diaper. He almost felt like he could turn onto his side and fall asleep. Then he shifted slightly and became aware of his raging hardon again, and the fact that Cathy was standing back looking at him with a look of satisfaction on her face. He started to sit up on the table and she didn’t move to stop him.

“And that is how you properly put on a diaper, Jason. It’s always better if a 2nd person can tape your diaper up for you while you lie down but if you don’t have someone around willing or able to do that, there are a few things you can do by yourself. Definitely lay down on a flat surface to put your diaper on if at all possible. If you’re out in a public restroom or somewhere else that you can only remain standing, take the diaper and lean up against the wall with it. Then bring the front part forward and start taping. This well help you hold it in place while you get the tapes situated. Go ahead and put on your pants, you’re all set. I’ll go get your package and ring you up at the front counter. Mrs. Swanson and the rest of the staff went home a while ago so after I ring you up I can let you out before I close the shop.”

Cathy walked out and up to the front while Jason quickly hopped down off the table and grabbed his jeans. As he pulled them on and up he noticed that he could barely zip them over the diaper. Once he was zipped up he realized there was little he could do to keep the glaring white plastic of the diaper from sticking out the top of his jeans. It was just too large to all be contained within his jeans. He resigned himself to the fact that he was going to have to keep his shirt pulled down or his coat zipped up until he could get the diaper off. He grabbed his coat and walked out to the front register where Cathy had a large plastic bag of more diapers on the counter. After he gave her cash for the diapers, $18.00 seemed like an awful lot of money for 24 diapers, he wondered what happened to his wet underwear. As if reading his mind, Cathy turned to him and said, “I took the liberty of throwing out your underwear. They looked like they had seen better days and they were thoroughly soaked. I didn’t think you would want to tote them through nasty weather like this, anyway. She motioned through the windows to the darkened street beyond. Jason could see the wind swirling the snow on the ground and could now see ice crystals on the border of the windows where there had been none when he arrived. He nodded his assent to Cathy – he wasn’t about to argue. He just wanted to get out of there and get back home. Cathy handed him the package, and told him “good luck, Jason, and feel free to call if you run into any problems or have any questions.”

[DollyDiaper]

You seem to be taking us more into the realms of fantasy in this chapter (methinks Cathy would be queuing at the Job Centre right now IRL) but that in no way detracts from my enjoyment of the story.

On the contrary. Your description of Jason's first fumbled attempt to diaper himself and Cathy's subsequent jawdropping insensitivity stirred enough anger in me to make me want to punch her lights out - and I'm a pacifist. And when Cathy told him to put his pants on, I railed "No you silly woman, his pants are soaking wet!". But of course, i realised you meant what we call his trousers (that Mid-Atlantic shift in meaning again )

This continues to be a fab read IMO. Next!

Dolly

[DollyDiaper]

Oh, but just before I go, I want to add that in spite of what I've just said, I can't help but like Cathy. It's that twinkle in her eye quite irresistable.

Dolly

[Terrible Two's]

I just found this story and i can relate to at least the first 3 chapters! And this is what i think of Cathy...

[JBonn]

I just found this story and i can relate to at least the first 3 chapters! And this is what i think of Cathy...

[dlsmd]

i'm wating for more i like

[JBonn]

Chapter 6 – Home at Last

Jason left the shop with the package of diapers dangling from his gloved hand and stumbled his way towards home. At least no one can tell what I’m carrying in the dark and the snow, he thought. Or at least he hoped they couldn’t. But Cathy said they didn’t have bags large enough to hold the package, so he was left carrying it and hoping he didn’t run into anyone he knew before he got home. The snow crunched beneath his boots as he trudged the 8 blocks back to his place. By the time he got there he was feeling like an icicle. His hands were cold, his feet were cold and his face was freezing. He couldn’t help but think of how nice and cozy warm he was inside the diaper, though. He finally made it to his doorstep and knocked his boots on the doorstep before unlocking it and walking in the front hall. It would be good to get out of his snow-covered coat, gloves and hat and into his room to warm up. He heard a noise in the kitchen. Just then Tim called out, “Hey J, you want some pizza, man?”

Jason froze, panic wracked his brain – what would he do if Tim stepped out into the hallway? Quickly he set down the pack of diapers and began to shuck off his big winter coat. “Uh, nah, I just got a bite to eat at the student union. I was over there doing a little studying after my 3 o’clock.” The very next moment Tim came out of the kitchen with a piece of half-eaten pizza in his hand. Jason just let go of his coat so it would drop over top of the big plastic package.

Tim’s eyes drifted down with the coat but then came right back up to look at Jason. “You sure, man? I got feta cheese, sun-dried tomatoes, onions and sausage on it. It’s a pretty killer combination.” Jason’s mouth watered at the description, as well as the delicious smell wafting out of the kitchen. He was sure Tim had ordered from Antonio’s, his favorite place. They made a deep-dish that was to die for. He also hadn’t eaten a bite since his late breakfast/early lunch. He had to account for the time at the store somehow and he wasn’t about to share any of the experience with Tim. Tim was a good friend, but friendship only goes so far.

“Nah, that sounds great, but I’m pretty full. If there’s any left maybe I’ll grab some later.” He bent down to begin unlacing his hiking boots. “I’ve got to do some more reading for my Ancient Greek Civilization course. I swear, if I don’t have those stupid pottery types set in my head by the end of the week I’ll never pass that exam. What a crock that class is. I thought it was all going to be about architecture and it turned out to be this old lady’s fascination with broken old pottery.”

Tim smiled. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard Jason carp about his current lemon of a course. He figured that was what Jason got for trying to sign up for what looked to be a cream-puff course. “Man, I don’t envy you for that. But if you were taking real courses, it wouldn’t be a problem. Suit yourself, man. I gotta go look at a little quantum physics, myself. I’ll leave the pizza in the fridge if you want any.

Jason thanked the gods for small favors and watched Tim turn and walk back into the kitchen. He picked up the diapers with his coat wrapped around it and ducked into his room, shutting, and locking the door behind him. Exhausted, he dropped the whole bundle onto his bed and plopped down into his favorite chair. He turned on the TV and skimmed the channels until he found an episode of Real World on MTV. He vegged out watching that for a little while until he heard Tim’s door close upstairs. Jason then got up and tiptoed out into the kitchen to snag some of that tasty pizza. On his way, he noticed something. The diaper he still had on made little crinkling noises as he walked. He hadn’t noticed the noise earlier. Probably because of his nervousness, the crunching snow and his pulse pounding in his ears. Well, I’m gonna have to be very careful with this, he thought. He slapped a slice of deep-dish on a paper plate, grabbed a Coke, and retreated back into his room. He wasn’t lying when he’d told Tim he had to study for his Greek course. That pottery was horrible stuff as far as he was concerned and he really did need to learn more of it. He just get out of the diaper and changed back into regular clothes first. On second thought, Cathy had taken so much time and effort to get this diaper on him and it wasn’t that long until bedtime. He had to get up fairly early for his 8 o’clock tomorrow. Perhaps he’d just try it a little longer. He couldn’t take the pressure inside his jeans, though. He pulled them off and put them away and also took off his button-down shirt.

Standing there in just a diaper he felt a bit odd but he looked at himself in the mirror. He noticed the top tape tabs on the diaper were placed a little farther in that the rest and that each side made a little diagonal line. Cathy sure did a good job with those, he thought. Much better than he’d been able to do. Slowly, he reached down and ran his hand over the front of his diaper. The plastic covering was smooth and slick. The padding inside was just thick enough to feel soft and cushy, but yet thin enough that he could feel the warmth of his hand on his penis underneath. It felt good. He couldn’t explain it, but having the diaper on made him feel…more complete. It was like this was something that was lacking in his life and now the puzzle piece was in place. He also noticed that while his erection had completely subsided on the cold walk home it started to come back while he rubbed over the top of the diaper. He could definitely use a good wank right about now, but that wasn’t going to happen with him locked into this diaper. Oh well, he sighed. He grabbed a pair of sweatpants out of his drawer and one of his favorite long-sleeved t-shirts. It was a very soft cotton in dark red. It was patterned to resemble the old ‘fireman’s pajamas’. Jason just knew it was one of his most comfortable shirts, and it went perfectly with his sweats. His diaper crinkled louder now as he sat back down in his chair to read about old pots and jugs.

After reading for about 2 hours he realized he was getting pretty tired as well as the fact that he had to go to the bathroom. What was he going to do now? He certainly wasn’t going to pee in the diaper when he didn’t have to. He went into the bathroom and tried to tug the diaper down like underwear. It was a bit too tight for that. He decided he’d undo the tabs and tape them back up when he was done. One of them tore some of the plastic backing off the diaper, but he didn’t think it was that bad. A little puff of baby-powder escaped his skin as he slid the open diaper down. The smell was decidedly pleasant. After he took care of business he pulled the diaper back up and re-attached the tapes on the side he’d undone. He walked back to his chair to watch some TV before turning in for the night. As he sat down, 2 of the tapes he’d just replaced popped off. He pressed them back down but he realized they weren’t going to stay, since they just weren’t sticky enough anymore. Slightly miffed, he pulled the diaper off and threw it in the trash. He decided he’d just go commando until it was time to turn in and he’d put a new diaper on then. He channel surfed for a little while until he landed on some B-movie on the Sci-Fi channel. He watched that for about an hour before he gave up and headed for bed.

[Terrible Two's]

Keep it comming! it is so good.....i think his room mate should go to wake him up and find hid diapers!

[Eagle0769]

Chapter 6 – Home at Last

Jason left the shop with the package of diapers dangling from his gloved hand and stumbled his way towards home.

[DollyDiaper]

Well we're waiting.......................

Dolly (Finger-Tapping smilie here)

[Eagle0769]

Oh please don't stop now. I'm on pins and neddles.

Baby Jay NY