The Last Straw

[DL JAY]

The project sounds like a great place to be.I hope jason will fit right in.Also ,I hope jason and cathy will start seeing more of each other.DL JAY

[InDpnds]

Cathy is really quite the salesperson! Having gone this far, I really can't see Jason not getting into THE PROGRAM, although I wonder just what the qualifications are. That notwithstanding, I think Jason will have some help from Cathy in getting admitted. And if I'm reading what Cathy is telling Jason right, it really is like an exclusive club. But I'm sure all of us are eagerly waiting to hear more. JBonn, you are a master of suspense!

[DL JAY]

Is jason going to be diapered 24/7? The way cathy has been helping him pick out and change his diaper has me wondering how many other people she has helped get into the program.Despertly wanting more,DL JAY.

[babybrian1973]

jbonn, i absolutely love the story! from how you revealed cathy,

i wonder if she herself was or is a bed wetter, hmmmm. however

it turns out i cant hardly wait for the next chapter!!!!!!

[SoCalGav]

Geeze, I keep checking back everyday, I just can't wait for more! And I really appreciate how the story keeps you interested but doesn't rush things like so many other stories. Awsome job!

[JBonn]

Chapter 15 – Here? In public?

They hopped in Cathy’s car, a brand new Ford Mustang, and took off for the restaurant. Jason was still trying to figure out how to sit with this bulky diaper on and was quite self conscious about it. Cathy tried to take his mind off his diaper by chatting about this or that. Once they got to Applebees and got seated in a booth Jason felt a little better. He’d felt like everyone was staring at him while they walked in – they just HAD to know he had a diaper on. Wasn’t it obvious to everyone?

Once they were seated he seemed to perk up a little bit. Cathy had been trying to distract him from focusing on that thick warmth around his loins, but even she admitted to herself that she had a tall task in that order. Each of them was mostly silent while they looked over the menus, finally comparing notes on what each other was going to order. Jason was going to take a double cheeseburger with BBQ sauce and Cathy was having a salad with chicken strips in it.

When the waiter showed up he greeted Cathy by her first name and obviously knew her pretty well. She hadn’t been exaggerating when she said it was one of her favorite places to stop. The waiter’s name was Steve and he asked started the order with Cathy. “Hey Steve-o, I’ll take the usual with some honey-mustard dressing. Can you bring two of the tall Smiddicks for us also?”

Steve quirked an eyebrow at Cathy in a way that even Jason interpreted as ‘seriously, Cathy, you have to be joking.’ Apparently Steve-o had been serving in a college town long enough to be wary of anyone who looked like a student, and he certainly didn’t know Jason from the next guy. Jason let out a small huff and hauled out his wallet for the waiter to check his ID. “Hey, thanks man. You know how it is. They’re all over us if we don’t ID everybody who walks in here. Heck, if Cathy didn’t know the manager, Sebastian, I’d had to ID her too.”

“Sure, no problem. Nothing new for me, chief.”

After the waiter left to put their orders in with the kitchen Jason queried Cathy on their drink du soir, “so, what the heck is a Smiddicks?”

“Oh, it’s an Irish import. They’ve been catching on around here in the last few years. It tastes something like a Killians but with a bit more bite. Really, very good, in my opinion.”

“I’ll have to take your word on that, Cathy. I don’t usually have the opportunity to sample anything beyond Milwaukee’s Beast or Busch. You know, poor college student again,” he said with a lopsided grin. He thought to himself, ‘of course if I had a sugar-momma like you to take care of me like this, I wouldn’t have to worry about drinking cheap swill.’ When the drinks came he was pleasantly surprised at the ‘Smiddicks’ as well as the fact that it was actually spelled ‘Smithwicks’. Either Cathy couldn’t read or she knew a lot more about beer than the average chick he usually met.

“So, you want to know about the Program?” Jason motioned with his hand for her to continue. Perhaps I should start with a tangential aspect of the Program. One of the opportunities that the participants in the Program have is to make a little extra money on the side. This goes back to the sponsors of the program. Some of them have needs beyond the feedback we give them on their products’ comfort and durability. A few of them have requested that if the participants would like to model some of their wares for advertisements then they will compensate both the models and the photographers for any shots that they deem acceptable. Since the Program is a closed environment and since these companies don’t usually have the manpower to dispatch crews to do remote shoots, they have asked that I be the one to do the photographing. Since I’ve got a close, personal relationship with all of my people already it seems to work out quite well.”

“Modeling? What do you mean modeling?” he said loudly. Then, considering what he was discussing and how many people were around him, he continued in a much lower voice. “Are you talking about having you take pictures of me wearing diapers? You gotta be kiddin’ me!” he gasped. “Who in their right mind would even consider that? I mean….well….first off….oh my god,” he spluttered.

“Jason, settle down. You’re creating a scene. Take a couple of deep breaths. OK, this isn’t some porn photo shoot, Jason. It’s also not a bikini calendar. What it is, is a few product manufacturers who want to have their products modeled by real, live men and women. Yes, these might include diapers, or overpants, or any variety of items. Usually the shots they want don’t include faces, or even the top half of the torso. So, if you were to participate in this voluntary work opportunity no one would even know it was you in the photos. Even assuming that someone could possibly identify your headless torso, so to speak, just who do you know who would be browsing through incontinence supply catalogs – besides yourself, of course?”

Jason thought about that for a minute. ‘C’mon Jase, she’s got a point. Who even looks at these things? Some old folks in a nursing home and some people around the country in medical supply stores, right? Now how many people do we know that fall into either of those categories? Zip, zilch, nada.’ He still wasn’t sold on the idea, as the shock hadn’t quite worn off but he was willing to hear her out.

“OK, you’ve got a point, Cathy. Something that I should probably start to think about before I have a knee-jerk reaction to whatever you spring on me next.” He tried to soften his response with a half-smile, and she seemed to receive it as genuine.

“Alright. So, as I was saying. If you want to make some extra cash on the side, since you have brought up the ‘poor college student’ bit a couple of times on me already, that’s always an option. I’ve got one volunteer already but the manufacturers would like a little diversity in their models.”

“Anyway, the Program itself is pretty straightforward. Right now I’ve got 5 people enrolled, and with you as the 6th that’s about all that I can really handle. My goal in the program is to study adult nocturnal enuresis. We all know that some little kids still wet the bed until age 5 or 6 and that most of these are little boys. We also know a lot about how their parents manage the problem for them or try to get them to stop. What we don’t know much about is how adults, like you, are affected by bedwetting. More specifically,” she held out her hand and began to enumerate each of her points with a raised finger.

- “How many nights a week they are wetting?”

- “How much volume they are losing each night?”

- “How many times they wet a night and at what point during the night are they wetting?”

- “How do diapers work as a management tool?”

- “How do the patients feel mentally about the whole process?”

- “Do the addition or subtraction of certain foods contribute to the wetting?

“These are a few of the things we look into. Like I said earlier, in order have the program be self-sufficient, we accepted sponsorships from some manufacturers. Since the program is so small, the donations in terms of products is relatively small on their part. Of course they want some feedback on new products and this is something they haven’t been able to get in a consistent manner that a study group like ours can provide.”

At that point, the waiter arrived with their dinners. He also brought them two new, tall glasses of Smithwicks while removing their empty glasses. Once Steve left, Cathy continued on in her description of the program between bites of her salad. Jason continued to listen as he dug into his burger and fries, becoming more interested as more of the mysterious program was revealed to him.

“So, like I said, I’ve got 5 people in the program right now. As study programs go, it is very, very small. But we’ve got a couple of limiting factors with which to work. First is that we just haven’t been able to identify that many adult bedwetters. We took out a few ads back in the Fall but we had a very limited response. Some of those who responded were completely incontinent and we’re only interested in people who have urinary incontinence. Plus, we only want to know about those who experience episodes of incontinence at night, not 24/7. Just you bedwetters. As you can imagine, it’s estimated that there are a lot more people out there who fit this category but either they are too shy to talk about it.” She shrugged her shoulders and popped a bit of lettuce into her mouth before continuing. “I actually got 2 of the participants from doing a little legwork at the store with customers who walked in – actually 3 if we count you,” she said with a warm smile. “Granted, I took a bit of a chance pulling people in ‘off the street’ and Mrs. Swanson was a bit concerned that I could potentially drive business away with my questions, but it has all worked out quite well.”

“My other limiting factor is that the study is conducted at my house and I only have so much room.”

Jason looked up with a french fry hanging from his mouth and stared at Cathy. Managing not to choke on the fry he quickly chewed it and said, “At your house? I don’t understand. I thought this was something we’d do from home and maybe come to the university every once in a while to turn in reports and whatnot.”

“Oh, no. Not at all. It’s not that I don’t trust you, but….well….I don’t trust you, I guess,” Cathy replied with a giggle. “OK, maybe that didn’t sound too good. What I meant to say was that in order to get meaningful, objective, results, we need to have someone else collect the data from the participants. In order to do that most efficiently and throughout the night in some cases, I need to have you spend the night somewhere that’s accessible to me. The university just doesn’t have any place that’s set up for this kind of thing so they agreed to let me have the participants spend the night at my place a couple of nights per week. That way I can directly observe you and record observations and measurements myself. It also gives everyone a nice, comfortable atmosphere that is not clinical in any sense of the word. The other 5 nights of the week, I do have to rely on you to provide me with good observational data. But, if your results are differing dramatically from mine then we know something needs to be corrected and can do so in short order. It also gives me the opportunity to bond with everyone as well as to make sure they are taking care of their diapering needs properly. Since I’m doing this out of my home the university gives me a stipend to add into my rent and cover incidentals like some food and some extra furniture.”

“Let me see if I have this straight,” Jason said. “I come over to your house two nights a week and spend the night. During that time you ‘observe and record’ things about my bedwetting? The rest of the time I’m ‘released on my own recognizance’ at home? Based on the number of participants you have that’s what…6 people for 2 nights each. You’ve got to have strangers in your home every night of the week!”

“No, not every night. I saved Saturday for myself. I probably do this too much, but,” she shrugged, “I love my work. I’ve come to develop close relationships with all of the participants. It’s not like I’m at work, but rather I’m at home and I always have some great friends there! It’s kind of like having a small slumber party at my home most every night. And to answer your question, yes, the nights that you’re not at my place you’d be using the diapers and whatnot I’d send home with you and writing down observations in a daily journal. The journal is actually online so I can look at your results nearly in real time and update my own master records or get ahold of you to get you to change something you’re doing. While your at home with me I’ve got much greater control over how you’re diapered, what your liquid intake is, etc.”

“Like a slumber party? Well, I’m not quite sure what that entails, Cathy. As long as no one tries to freeze my bra when I fall asleep I guess I’m good with that.” Cathy giggled again. “So, yeah. I guess sleeping over a couple nights a week wouldn’t be too bad. Do you have enough space and beds and everything for everyone?”

“Oh yeah, we’re all set on that account, Jason. Like I said, the university set me up with some additional furniture. It isn’t the Hilton, but it’s quite comfortable. I’ve got a couple of bunkbeds as well as an extra queen in the official guest room. I try to limit the number of people there to two per night, but sometimes we end up with three since, well, there are some commitments people can’t break. I try very hard to discourage breaking any regular appointments, though.” Cathy appeared to put on her best mom who was disappointed in you look. Jason had to admit she was pretty convincing at it, too. “So that’s it in a nutshell, Jason,” she said as she put her fork down.

Jason looked down at his own plate and saw that it was empty, as was his glass. When had he managed to hoover all that food down, not to mention the beers. Steve-o had managed to slide a third one in front of him at some point, and these were the 20 ouncers, not the regular sized ones. Now that he thought about it, he was feeling a little warm and fuzzy inside and it wasn’t ALL due to the fact that he had on a nice, thick diaper. Looking at Cathy he noticed that her cheeks were a bit on the rosy side too and it wasn’t as if she’d just come in from the cold. He chuckled to himself. ‘Here I am with a hot chick getting a nice buzz and I’m wearing a diaper and we’re talking about her enrolling me in some adult bedwetters program. The irony and shame of it all! Then again, maybe she goes for the bedwetter type, whatever that might be.’ Whatever the case was those beers had all added up, and in more than one way. Not only was he a bit buzzed, but he realized he had to whiz like a racehorse too.

“Sounds like a good program, Cathy. I guess you can officially count me in, as long as the powers that be OK it. God knows I could use the relief on the cost of the diapers, and I’m sure all the other care wouldn’t be bad either. Maybe you could even find out what’s causing this and stop it. Speaking of relief, though, I need to go relieve myself now. I usually don’t drink that much unless I’m at a party!”

“Oh no you don’t,” Cathy said as she got up from her side of the booth and slid in next to Jason.

“What do you mean, ‘oh no you don’t’? I’ve got to go piss. Now let me out,” he said as his voice rose in volume a bit.

Cathy leaned in close and whispered into his ear. “Jason, you are wearing a diaper. What do you think that is for?”

“But…oh Christ, you’re serious, aren’t you? Listen,” he said in an even louder voice, “I’m perfectly able to go to the bathroom during the daytime, it’s just at night when I have problems. I don’t have to use a diaper!”

Jason realized just a bit too late that he’d spoken loud enough for the tables immediately surrounding theirs to hear him. A little girl who couldn’t be much older than 6 years old started laughing hysterically while pointing at him, “that man goes wee wee in his bed, mommy!” Jason’s face blossomed a bright pink as he tried to shrink in his seat.

Cathy put her arm around him and whispered to him again. “Do you see what you’ve done, Jason? You caused yourself some embarrassment because you didn’t think before you acted. Now, if you’d just listened to me instead of arguing you wouldn’t be in this predicament, would you?” Jason barely nodded his head as it hung low, trying to avoid the stares he must certainly be facing now. Cathy sighed, “now, if you’d let me explain before you got all worked up there, young man, you’d have the benefit of this knowledge. One of the things I try to do with all the participants in the program is to build their confidence. Obviously what you just accomplished was the exact opposite. You really need to start trusting me, Jason. Now, what I was going to say was that you need to be able to trust not only me, and not only yourself, but these diapers that are protecting you at night. Right now, you put on a diaper, fall asleep and either wake up dry or wake up with leaks. This diaper you have on right now,” she said as her hand dropped down to rest on the diaper just outside his pants, “can take just about anything you can throw at it. But you need to be able to believe that and trust in that. It’s that trust that enables you to get such a great night’s sleep. You were able to get that great sleep before, but now that you’ve had a few leaky nights, you need to have that trust restored. The best way to do that is to prove to your conscious, waking mind that you can pee in them and they aren’t going to leak. Keep in mind that you also have those panties on over the diaper, so even if you were able to push out enough urine to saturate the diaper you’ve got a safety net under that. So, now that you’ve heard my explanation, are you ready to give it a try?”

Jason looked around to see if anyone was still staring his way. With the exception of the occasional curious glance from the 6 year old, everyone had gone back to enjoying their dinners and blissfully ignoring the world around them. He whispered back to Cathy, “really, you have to be kidding. You want me to pee, right here, right now, in public? I don’t know if I can do that.” Cathy started to get that look on her face that said her patience was wearing thin and so he kept on talking quickly, “It’s not that I don’t necessarily want to, I mean if you say it’s a good thing then it probably is, it’s just…”

“I understand, Jason,” she said as she soothingly stroked his shoulder. “After being conditioned your whole life to hold your urine and only go in certain instances the mere thought of peeing while you’re wearing clothes is something both the conscious and unconscious mind rail against. Not to mention you’re probably not in a position physically that you are used to when you go to pee. Would it help if you stood up?”

Jason fought back the urge to snap at her, “I…DON’T…KNOW…what would help, Cathy. This is pretty freakin’ weird, to say the least. People just don’t pee in public, you know?”

At that moment, who should show up but Steve-o, the waiter. He asked Cathy if there was anything else he could bring them. She asked for the bill, but also for a couple of waters. After he went to retrieve the bill off the register Cathy spoke to Jason again, “Here’s your twofold lesson for tonight. Whenever you’ve been drinking alcohol excessively, you need to make sure to hydrate yourself with water afterwards. Next, if you have a nice tall glass of water to drink it should help you to urinate. I know this might feel awkward, but that’s part of getting your confidence up, Jason. You probably already feel inferior somehow for having this enuresis problem but…”

Before she could finish, Steve-o returned with the bill and 2 glasses of water. Cathy picked up the bill, glanced at it and handed it back to the waiter with her debit card. As he walked away, she continued her explanation, “but there is no reason you should. This is something you have to accept, despite what others might think. You have to be ready to be different and be proud of who you are. It might sound like a stretch, but just like businesspeople go to ropes courses to develop teamwork and trust, there are certain things that you can do to build up your own confidence and trust. This is the first one. So,” she said as she raised her glass in as if in toast, “bottoms up!”

Jason took his glass and tried to drink as much as he could. With his bladder already feeling like it was going to burst he wasn’t sure how this was going to help matters. He knew he had to go to the bathroom, but that was just it – he needed to GO TO THE BATHROOM, to do what he had to do. He was so used to standing at a urinal that this was, at best, extreme culture shock, at works a learned reflex that he was trying to unlearn. “Cathy, I just can’t do this. I’m trying, but it’s not working.”

“I understand, hon. This might help. First, lean your head on my shoulder.” Jason complied with her request, and while he might have been pretty happy to do so at another time he was just anxious right now. “Next, close your eyes.” After checking to see that he’d actually done it, she went on, “Now, imagine yourself in a lake on a hot summer day….on a raft…just floating peacefully…bobbing with the little waves…hearing the lapping of the water….feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin…” Cathy still had her hand on Jason’s pants above his diaper and she felt the beginning of a spreading warmth. A gleam appeared in her eyes, had Jason been aware enough to notice at that point. ‘Finally,’ she thought. “That’s good, Jason, let it all out,” she said as she massaged his shoulder lightly.

Jason looked up after perhaps 30 seconds had passed. “I….I can’t believe I just did that,” he said as he turned to look into Cathy’s eyes.

Cathy gave him a quick hug with her one arm, “that’s what we need to change, Jason, for you to believe in yourself. Now, I don’t want you misunderstanding me. I don’t want you to lose continence during the daytime. This was just a one-time demonstration – something to build your trust in the diaper and in me. That trust is going to be very important in your treatment. Now, if you can wait a few minutes, I’ve got to use the ladies room, then we can get out of here. I know, it doesn’t seem fair, but I don’t have that same, thick diaper protecting me that you do, Jason. If I did, I wouldn’t have any worries.”

Cathy went to the restroom while Jason sat in the booth and pondered the warmth all around him inside the diaper. It was definitely a different feeling than when he had a wet Attends on. This was warm, and certainly thick. He could feel the diaper was much heavier now, and he could only imagine what kind of drag it would have on him when he stood up. He looked down at his pants to see if he had any leaks but he couldn’t see a single wet spot. Apparently these diapers really could soak up a lot of liquid! If they could take what he just gave it then they’d do very well on a regular night when he hadn’t been drinking.

Cathy returned and motioned for him to follow her out to the car. On the way out she continued to give him some tips. “Now, when you get home I want you to get out of that wet diaper, get cleaned up and get into a nice dry one before bed. I’m sure you flooded it pretty good based on how much you had to drink and what I felt under the table. Normally you wouldn’t have too much of a problem staying in a wet diaper throughout the night, but let’s not tempt fate with that full of a load, alright?”

Jason nodded his ascent and climbed into the passenger seat of the Mustang. He was right about the weight of the diaper. It had started to sag as he’d walked out to the car. Now that he was sitting again he felt some of the weight shift, but also some of the urine in the diaper. Apparently while it was ‘locked away’ in the diaper it could still move around when he did. He’d have to keep that mind for the future.

“I’ve got to rush home after I drop you off. I’ve got 2 people coming over tonight and they’ll probably get there before I do. Barbara DOES know where the emergency key is though. Ah, nevermind. They’ll be alright.”

Soon they were in front of Jason’s house. He climbed out of the Mustang and said goodbye to Cathy. She left him with a final thought for the night, “Jason, I’m glad you were able to overcome your fears and establish some trust tonight. I think you’ll be an excellent candidate for the Program. I’ll contact Harold at the university tomorrow. Hopfully, I’ll have a response for you by Friday. Now get that diaper changed and have sweet dreams.”

[DL JAY]

I just know that jason will be accepted into the program.It also sounds like cathy wuold make a wonderful mommy. Keep up the great work,DL JAY

[InDpnds]

Sounds like Jason is really hooked now! And I'm sure all of your readers are also hooked, as well. I liked the way you had other restaurant patrons also playing a part in the story, especially the six-year-old girl. That was worth the price of admission in itself! I'm looking forward to what happens the first time he goes to Cathy's house. Keep up the good work!

[Guest diamondback688]

another great chapter!!!keep it going j...

[jessm5]

Great chapter!

Can't wait for 16!

[SoCalGav]

Bump. So when can we expect the next chapter?

[JBonn]

Hmm, good question. Working on it now, but it's been slow. A lot of things going on right now so not much time for writing. Hopefully in a week or less.

[Guest Younger_Diaper]

Well get rid of those other things and write this story!

[babybrian1973]

hey younger, that isnt very nice.

we all would love another chapter

but i think it will be worth the wait.

[JBonn]

Chapter 16 – A Visitor is Coming

Jason went to bed that night in a fresh, dry diaper. It was one of the Molicares. The purple color just looked strange to Jason – not at all what a diaper should look like, he thought. However, once he got it securely taped into place it felt much the same as the Abena had earlier. He felt very warm and cozy all bundled up in his safe diaper. As he drifted off to sleep there was a nice smile lingering on his face…

Jason was back in history class and Becky was sitting next to him. Both of them were straining to hear what the prof was saying. Becky was leaning forward, attempting to pick up on the critical details they both seemed to be missing out on. After about 15 minutes of this, class finally, mercifully came to an end. Becky was shaking her head in disbelief and Jason was wondering how he was going to figure out what the lecture had been about. He HAD to get good notes on this lecture or he wouldn’t pass next week’s test. He was pondering his options as he packed up and started to head out to his next class.

A hand reached out and landed softly, but firmly on his arm. Tracing the had up the arm and back to its owner he was surprised to see Becky looking at him pleadingly. “Uh, hi, Jason. I know we haven’t studied together or anything, but I was wondering if you might have gotten better notes from today’s lecture? I wasn’t able to hear shit from the old guy today. I swear he must have his own hearing aid turned up too high, cuz he sure THOUGHT that he was talking loudly. That or he just wants us all to fail the test. Then he could keep his reigning title as the toughest prof on campus!”

They’d both walked out of the auditorium as they were talking and they came to a point across from the Diag where they obviously wanted to go in opposite directions. “Becky, I wasn’t able to hear squat either. BUT, I had my mp3 recorder going. Let me test it here….” Jason fumbled with his player and put an earbud in while listening to a playback. “Yeah, yeah, if I jack up the audio a bit it comes through OK. I guess we just have to reverse engineer the old bird and we can get some decent audio out of this. What do you have for your next class?”

“Actually I don’t have another for 2 hours. I usually go to the UGLi and study in between.”

“OK, I don’t have class for an hour either. How about we stop by my place and modify the audio and then I can burn you a copy of it to CD?”

“That sounds awesome! You are the best,” she said as she leaned up on tiptoe and gave him a peck on the cheek. Jason blushed and when he looked up he saw that Becky had done the same. ‘Making some headway here, chief. Don’t screw it up’ he thought to himself.

They chatted about class, and upcoming exams and about campus life on the way over to Jason’s place. Tim wasn’t home so he didn’t have to wonder about his prying eyes, as he led Becky back into his room and had her sit down on his bed while he booted up the computer and plugged his mp3 recorder/player into a USB port. She kept herself busy looking through his CD collection and putting on some classic Steve Miller. Jason was busy getting his audio software up so he didn’t notice what Becky was doing behind him at first. When he finally looked up from his editing he saw she’d been busy looking around his room. Much to his horror, however, she was sitting back on his bed holding up one of his diapers with a perplexed look on her face.

“What’s this, Jason? She said with genuine curiosity.

“Uh… that’s… um…I mean…”

“Oh!” She obviously figured it out as she opened the diaper up and looked at it all spread out. “It’s a big diaper!” she blurted out just before she realized that Jason was trying desperately to condense himself into a subatomic particle. “Are…are these diapers for you, Jason?”

Jason thought desperately for minute to come up with some good excuse for having the diapers but he settled on a shrug while words refused to come to his lips.

“Oh, I see,” Becky said with an impish grin, “does J-J have a wittle bedwetting problem?” She laughed at her own joke and Jason felt even smaller and wished he could have Scotty beam him up. No such luck, Jason learned.

“Awww, I’m sorry Jason. I didn’t mean to make fun of you. C’mere,” she said as she patted the bed next to her. At first Jason didn’t move. He thought she was going to make fun of him even more. He saw something else in her eye, however. Something that told him she wasn’t looking to make fun of him at all. Still a bit reluctantly, he slid out of his chair and over onto the bed next to Becky.

“Jason, think this whole diaper thing is interesting and not in the least babyish. Let’s see how an awesome specimen of manhood, such as yourself, looks in one of these big diapers, eh?”

Jason looked at her wonderingly. ‘Did she just call me an awesome specimen of manhood?’ Something twitched below Jason’s belt. ‘Well now, we wouldn’t want to disappoint the lady, would we?’

“So, what? You want me to drop trou right here, Becky?”

“I’m game if you’re game, big boy.”

‘Wow, I must be dreaming! Score!’ Jason stood up and fumbled with his belt as he saw Becky mirroring his actions across the bed from him. ‘Oh, freakin’ A!’ he thought. ‘I’m gettin’ some, right here in my own bedroom!’ His pants were off in a flash – carrying his shoes and one sock with them - and he was working on his shirt while he saw Becky standing in very teeny white satin panties as she lifted her sweater over her head. Her magnificent breasts came into view, showcased in a matching white satin bra. They seemed to stand out proudly and say, ‘Jason, come fondle us!’ Jason sincerely hoped to follow that siren song to its natural culmination very, very shortly. He was down to his underwear – they were black, designer polyester low-rise briefs – and Becky had just taken off her bra and was now hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her undies. She paused while he fumbled with his underwear as they hung up on his proud member. Smirking a bit at his hangup, she fixed his gaze on her panties as she began to see-saw them down over her very shapely hips. Jason kept fighting the urge to look back up at her wonderfully full breasts, but he figured he’d enjoy the show she was putting on for him while he could and make it up to her tits later. Her dark trim patch sprang out from the white satin and he could just make out the slight pink outline of pouty lips at the apex. Tossing her panties down in a heap on top of the rest of her clothes, Becky motioned to him to lay back down on the bed, as she sat with one leg drawn up and one dangling over the side of the bed. At that angle Jason confirmed that it WAS her pouting lips that he’d seen and they looked very moist and inviting, at that. He sat back down on the bed and scooted up and over towards Becky. Just as he slid into place with his head on the pillow, Becky slid the open diaper under his butt.

‘What the hell?’ Jason thought to himself as his face mirrored his surprise.

“Shhhh, honey. If you want to get it on, you’ve got to play by my rules,” Becky said as she held him down with a palm on his chest. She leaned in and first sniffed under his chin, then pulled up slightly and gave him one of the deepest, most sensuous French kisses that he’d ever been party to.

“Yeah, I guess that’ll work,” Jason said, impressing no one in the room, but making himself try to sound like he was still in control of the situation. Hell, who was he kidding. He didn’t CARE if he was in charge of the situation. Here he was, naked on his bed with Becky – perhaps THE hottest chick in all of his classes.

“Now, how do you do this? Do you use any powder or oil?”

Jason nodded yes, and pointed at the draw on his nightstand. She quickly found both the Johnson’s baby powder and the baby oil that he’d stashed there. Opening the baby powder, Becky gave it a quick couple of squeezes and little miniature eruptions of white dust were expelled out and onto his balls. The dousing seemed to cool the temperature down there a smidge, but he was still VERY hot, and his temperature seemed to be rising. “That’s good,” Becky said. “We can’t have our big guy getting a rash, can we?” Jason just moaned a little in response and Becky’s seemingly angelic smile took on a bit of a predatory look.

“Now, comes the best part, J-J, here is where I squirt baby-oil all over your cock and start slippin’ and slidin’ on that thing. I bet you’ll like that?” As she finished her sentence she made good on her promise and liberally drenched his rock hard member in oil. The mingling of scents between the powder and the oil seemed to turn him on even more. Next her petite left hand reached down as she leaned in above him. It grasped about his dick firmly and began to very, very slowing stroke him. She looked directly into his blue eyes and said “NOW, I’ve got your attention, don’t I, big fella?”

Jason nodded dumbly as he felt his eyes start to roll up into his head. “Oh no, you’re not going to just sit there and close your eyes, buddy. I think you need to do something with my breasts that are here for you. I saw you looking at them, and I bet you’d like nothing better than to have a suck on them, wouldn’t you?” Jason felt a low tingling start to take place down below as he nodded his head and held one breast steady over his mouth. He wrapped his lips around it and began to suck hard on Becky’s thick, erect nipple. He never new nipples could be this big, but it felt so great to have his mouth suckling at it he never gave it a second thought. Her strokes gradually increased as he switched back and forth from one firm breast to the other. He felt a few drops of hot liquid drop from her crotch onto his leg as her whole body moved in time to her strokes. She leaned down to kiss him every now and then but mostly preferred him to suckle at her breasts. Soon Jason reached the point of no return and all his muscles seemed to seize up at the same time.

“I’m going to c-c-cu……”

Becky quickly reached down and pulled the open diaper up between Jason’s legs. She held it firmly up against his penis while it twitched uncontrollably, spewing his thick cream all over the inside of the diaper. Extracting her left hand, Becky continued to massage his member with her right, through the diaper – milking every last drop out of his now deflating hard-on. There was nothing better in the world right then than what Becky was doing to him, Jason thought. And with that, he slipped back into peaceful oblivion.

Jason woke up in his bed the next morning and realized that it had all been a dream. Becky hadn’t come over, and she hadn’t give him the hand-job to end all hand-jobs. Still, as dreams go, he wouldn’t mind having that one appear for a few repeat performances. When he took his diaper off that morning it looked like he hadn’t wet it, per say, but he HAD ejaculated what looked like nearly half a cup of semen all over the inside of it. ‘Well,’ he thought, ‘better this diaper than my clean sheets!’ Who knew the diaper would come in handy for catching other things in bed too! Jason chuckled as he took his shower and got ready for the rest of his day.

While he was eating breakfast (Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal), the phone rang. His curiousity naturally perked up since he didn’t usually get that many phone calls on Tuesday morning. Maybe it was Cathy calling back already to tell him he was in the Program! He jumped up and snagged the cordless off the counter where Tim must have left it last.

“Yo!”

“Jason, is that any way to talk to your mother!”

“Oh, hi Mom. Sorry about that, didn’t figure it would be you calling.”

“Jason, it doesn’t matter WHO it is, you shouldn’t answer the phone like a Neanderthal. I know I raised a son with a bit better manners than that!”

“Geez, mom, lay off. What’s up?”

“What, a mother can’t call her son to see how he’s doing so far away from home?”

“Mom, it’s, like, 2 hours from home, I’m not in Alaska. And I know you better than to think you’re just calling to see how I am. You call every Sunday afternoon at 3pm to do that!”

“OK, you caught me out,” she said, as Jason could almost hear her smile through the phone. “I want to ask you a favor.” She paused, and when he didn’t interject, she continued. “You remember your cousin, Stephanie, right? Marge’s oldest?”

“Little Stephi? Sure. What, does she need help on her science project again?”

“Jason, the girl is 16! I don’t think she’s doing any more science projects that she can’t accomplish on her own. Actually she’s doing quite well in school, Marge tells me, and she’s looking at colleges right now….and….she’d like to come take a look at the University.”

“Mom, that’s great! Anything we can do to get her away from those OSU nuts in her family is worth it. There’s just no accounting for taste,” he said with a sarcastic twist.

His mom giggled – well, as much of a giggle as a 50 year old woman can manage. “Tell me about it, Margie never had much taste growing up and she certainly proved that out when she went and became a Buckeye nut! Anyhow, I’m glad to hear you’re all for it – Stephanie will be coming to stay with you next week while she goes through one of their meet and greet weeks.”

“WHAT!!! Mom, wait a minute, I know I said I’d help, but c’mon. You can’t saddle me with that kid. What am I going to do with her all week? Where am I going to put her? How’s she going to get around? Come to think of it, why is she coming on campus for a week anyway? Won’t they kick her out of school or something?”

It’s her school’s “Winter Break” and she wants to be able to see the university while school is fully in session. I told Margie you’d be happy to show her around when she’s not in her formal orientation sessions. After all, we both know how much she looks up to you, Jason! As to where you ‘put’ her, she’s a young woman, not a used book. She knows you don’t have the accommodations like the Holiday Inn, so she’s bringing her sleeping bag and will sleep on the floor or on your couch downstairs. She’s taking the bus up to the city and you’ll have to collect her from the Greyhound station. Beyond that, it’s up to you, but I’m sure you’ll connect.”

“Mom, being the object of a 12 year old’s first crush is not exactly what I’d call the ideal role model. Besides, what am I possibly going to have in common with the kid? I mean heck, the last time I saw her she couldn’t have been more than 13 and 13 year old girls didn’t have much in common with 17 year old guys, you know?”

“I’m sure you’ll think of some nice things to share with her. You are such a good people person. Really, I think you might want to re-think that major of yours. After all…”

Jason suddenly realized something, thinking back to his dream last night…..If he got into the Program, how was he going to explain his nights away from home? Beyond that, would he be able to keep his diaper stash at home a secret from little Stephi while she was visiting?

“Uh, Mom, this might not be a good idea. I mean, it’s going to cramp my style, you know?”

“No, Jason, I don’t know. This is the least you can do for your cousin. I’m sure she won’t ‘cramp your style’! It’s not like you’re some sort of secret agent, living a double life. Geez! She’ll be at the Greyhound station this Sunday at 4pm. Pick her up and take good care of her. We want to make sure she turns out to be a proper Wolverine and not some buckeye nut!”

Click.

[babybrian1973]

another fine chapter jbonn! cant wait for

cathy to return to the scene.

well take care and i hope to see more soon!

brian

[Guest diamondback688]

another great chapter...keep it going...

[DL JAY]

Great chapter. I hope little stephi finds jason's stash.That would make for some very interesting reading.Keep up the great work.DL JAY

[Repaid1]

Yes Great right up to the End!!! Your Just Jealous of our Big Ten ChampionShips, FootBall and Basketball, and we'll throw in the girls BasketBall team soon just for fun!! Oh Yeah Buckeyes!!! Keep up the good work, love the story!!!

[jessm5]

Very good chapter, JBonn. And you can keep sticking it to the Buckeyes all you want . (Just kidding Mr. Repaid1 - it's tough living in Columbus and not being a big Buckeye fan.)

[abdlteddybear]

Great story, but your taking too long on the next chapter!

[Eagle0769]

JBonn,

NOW THATS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT. A little action. Even if it was a dream. Great chapter. I hope there is more like that. Maybe with Cathy or maybe both? I love to read when a few of MY fantasies come true. Very suspious. A cousin staying for a week?????????

Baby Jay NY

[Daddyunderstands]

JBonn;

I see that you like to build up a little suspense. How long before we get to the next chapter? This is one of the best stories on this site that I have read.

Hope you keep up the good work and that the next chapter was worth waiting for. Hope it is a long one also.

Take care

Daddy

[JBonn]

Chapter 17 – Relief, Anxiety, and Lost Memories

Jason spent the remainder of the day worrying about whether or not he’d be allowed into the program and what that would mean for his visiting cousin. He ended up flooding his diaper that night, probably due to all the stress he was feeling, and his subconscious somehow realized that. Luckily, these new diapers could take everything he could dish out – at least so far. He was certainly glad he had these new overpants on too. He didn’t like to think about what would have happened had he leaked with the recent flood. Having those pants on over his diaper gave him a bit more peace of mind. Perhaps that was what Cathy was talking about with all her comments about being able to trust in the diapers, etc. Those over ‘panties’ were just one more layer that helped to cement that trust into place.

Jason went to classes that next day with worry on his mind. He started to re-think his possible participation in The Program.

‘Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea,’ he thought.

‘I mean, how is it really going to benefit me to be in the program? I’ll have to sleep over at some stranger’s house and probably deal with OTHER people who are bedwetters too. I mean, they could be any kind of freak. Just look at some of the people you chat with on the internet. They sound all normal and everything, but if you go to find a picture of them or actually meet them in person they are usually not at ALL what you were expecting. Sometimes they are really, really strange!

Then there is the whole thing with Stephi. What in the world am I going to tell her when I go to sleep over at Cathy’s for the night?

Heck, will she be OK at my place alone?

Man, Tim won’t start hitting on her, will he? Nah, he’s a horndog, but he’s not stupid enough to try to hit obvious jail-bait. He’s a pretty good guy.

Maybe if I just tell Stephi that I’m going out to an adults-only party, you know, over 21, and that she’s got to stay home, she’ll be OK with that? Maybe I can leave after she goes to sleep and then get back here before she wakes up?

Oh geezus, this isn’t going to work! I’ve got to call Cathy and tell her the whole thing is off.

No, I can’t do that! If I do, I lose access to the free supply of diapers and these things are way out of my budget. Oh man, what the heck am I gonna do!!!’

RING

RING

RING

Jason looked at the phone as if it would bite him. He picked it up and saw the caller ID: “Glenndale Homecare”. He took a deep breath and clicked on the line just before it went to voicemail.

“Hello?”

“Oh, hi Jason. It’s Cathy.” His heart sank lower, if that was possible, and his sense of dread and impending doom increased. He noticed his forehead broke out in a clammy sweat.

“I’m glad you’re at home, I thought I’d called too early. Everything OK, Jason?”

“Look….Cathy…I don’t know if this is the best…”

“Jason, don’t worry about it, you made it into the program!”

Jason felt numb. He SHOULD be happy, but he was just scared.

“Jason?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m here. OK, great. I suppose that is good.”

“Well, yeah, it’s good. This solves a lot of your problems, Jason. It also is a step in the right direction to help you manage your enuresis as well as possibly determine the ultimate cause of your problem. Aren’t you excited?”

“Yeah, I AM excited, Cathy. It’s just a bit daunting at the same time. Then there’s this weekend. You see, I might have a problem with that….”

“This weekend? Oh, …..yeah. That’s the one problem with getting you signed up. In order to make room for you in the program I’ve got to shift some of my other people around in what nights they come to stay.. It’s going to take a week or so to do that. So, we won’t be able to get you over for this coming weekend. Will that be a problem?”

“A problem?” Jason laughed. “Not a problem at all! Sorry, I had a potential conflict this weekend anyway. Everything is good.”

“Great. How are those Abenas and Molicares working out for you? Have you noticed a difference?”

“Oh yeah, they definitely hold a lot more. I think I’ll definitely need them in certain situations. They aren’t quite as comfortable as the Attends, I don’t think, though. They tend to be a bit stiff when you first get them on, you know? That and the elastic waistband on the Attends is nice. It kind of….I don’t know…has a snugger feeling, you know?”

Cathy smiled behind her end of the phone, “Oh yes… I KNOW. They kind of cradle you. It’s a shame they don’t absorb more liquid, though. They’d be a stellar diaper if they could combine their fit and design with the foreign diapers’ absorbancy. But, for most nights, you can probably do fine with Attends. In fact, since I won’t be able to get you into the program, until more than a week off, I’ll need to get you some more diapers to use at home there. I won’t have more Abena ordered for you until then either, so I’ll drop off a pack of Attends in the meantime. That should tide you over for a little while. Are you all set on powder, oil, and everything else?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess.”

Cathy smiled again, and some of seemed to show through in her voice, “sorry, Jason, I know you aren’t a diapering expert yet. Leave those decisions to me and you sweat the small stuff. I’ll swing by on my way home tonight and drop off some stuff for you.”

“Great. See you then, Cathy and thank you!”

Three to four hours later there was a knock on the front door. Jason got up from studying (actually he was taking a break watching a Real World rerun) and started down to the door. He’d just gotten there to find Tim had already answered it and low and behold there was Cathy with a couple of bags in her hands. Tim had already introduced himself and was busy taking Cathy in from head to toe. Cathy, luckily, was not snapping his head off, and even seemed a bit amused at being checked out. Jason took the moment to scan the bags Cathy was carrying. They appeared to be department store bags that were stapled shut. In point of fact, he could just make out the Marshall Fields logo on the bags.

Ushering her in and away from Tim’s slightly ogling stare, “Hey Cathy, glad you could stop by. I see you met my roommate Tim.”

“Yes, we’d just met, although I think we met before, briefly at that party the other weekend. Still on the lookout for something you lost, Tim?”

Jason had to stifle a chuckle, while Tim came back with “oh no, I lost IT a long time ago, but I think I found it again.”

Shaking her head, realizing he was incorrigible, she turned back to Jason, “so, I brought over that equipment for your term paper, Jason. I just hope you can make heads or tails of most of this stuff. Dr. Yarrow has collected some pretty obscure medical memorabilia. Do you have a few minutes for me to show you a few of the items?”

“Definitely. Thanks again, Cathy. Let’s head up to my room and take a look before you have to scoot.” Tim gave Jason a wink, in full view of Cathy. Jason rolled his eyes in exasperation and showed Cathy up to his room.

Once safely behind his closed (and locked) door, he turned back to Cathy as she took off her coat. “Medical memorabilia? That’s a good one.”

“What did you want me to say, Jason, ‘here is your weekly adult diaper shipment’. I figured you’d appreciate that a bit less.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s just a funny one. OK, so you’ve got some Attends. One bag of those ought to last me a couple weeks, so I should be good until I get in the program and get some more.”

Cathy nodded her agreement.

“By the way, I had a lot of volume the other night. I was wondering if the amount I pee is somehow related to the amount of stress I’m under?”

“Well, yes. That can certainly be a factor in causing nocturnal enuresis. It isn’t likely that that’s the ONLY thing causing yours, but it could be related. In that case, I’d recommend you save those couple of thicker diapers for nights you either plan to be drinking a large amount of alcoholic beverages or if you’ve been particularly stressed. Sound good?”

“You’re the woman who know’s best, Cathy. Whatever you say.”

“That’s what I like to hear, Jason. Keep that attitude with ALL women and you’ll go far,” she said with a wink and a smile. “Now, let me show you the couple of extras I brought for you. First I’ve got all the diapers in THAT bag. Then, I’ve got some Johnson’s baby powder. You can use this to keep you cool and dry. I also have some Johnson’s baby oil. Now this should be used to help keep your skin moist and supple. So, you should primarily use a little bit of the powder in with your diaper around your legs to combat rash and probably a little bit of oil after you’ve taken the diaper off in the morning to keep your skin healthy. But I’ll leave that up to you. Next, I’ve got a pair of vinyl panties for you. These are similar to the nylon panties you got the other day, but they are made of sturdier stuff that generally does NOT breathe. If you’re going to be sticking with the Attends diapers most of the time I’d recommend you wear THESE over them to keep that peace of mind. No leaks with these babies on!”

Jason didn’t know quite what to make of the vinyl ‘panties’. He reached out and touched them. They didn’t feel quite the way he expected them too. They were actually quite soft, warmed up quickly to the touch and they were almost ‘buttery’ in texture. ‘Well, maybe these wouldn’t be too bad after all,’ he though with a grin.

“Here are 2 changing mats. They are both cotton, not disposable. So, you’ll need to wash them every now and then. Disposables would just take up too much room and having to wash these isn’t too much of a hassle. Nor will they be recognized for what they are, so don’t worry your pretty little head over that one.”

“Lastly, I’ve got…” she rummaged deep into the second bag and pulled out what looked like a stuffed animal in the shape of a penguin. “….your penguin,” she said as she beamed from ear to ear.

“My WHAT?”

“Your penguin, silly! One of the sponsors of the program is some software company. They donated the computers I use to track all the data I collect on you guys and their ‘mascot’ is a penguin. So they sent over a dozen of these stuffed penguins. I give them out to each of the participants, kind of as their official greeting to the program. Don’t look at me for a name, though. You’re going to have to name your own penguin – everyone takes care of that by themselves. Just make sure you bring him or her along with you to your first night over at my place, OK?”

“Sure thing, Cathy, and thanks again for doing all this. I have to tell you I’m a bit nervous about the whole thing, but every time I talk with you, my tension level goes down a bit.”

She looked at him with genuine concern. “Oh honey, don’t worry. Everything will be fine. We’re going to get your stress level REDUCED, not increased! And on that note, let’s get you into your diaper for the night, hon.”

With that, she spread one of the changing pads out on Jason’s bed and had him lay back on it. When he started to undo his pants, she stopped him. “Remember what I told you before? Your diaper change is supposed to be relaxing, with ME doing all the work and you just enjoying the experience. So….let me do my job and you just enjoy it, OK? Here, hold on to your penguin and lay down.”

Jason meekly nodded his head yes and laid back down and tried to relax. Once Cathy had him stripped down to his underwear he had begun to get a bit nervous again. As she pulled his underwear down his semi-erect member poked up. To his chagrin, it only seemed to stand up taller and prouder as he lay there in front of her.

“Jason, you shouldn’t be ashamed of yourself. This,” she said as she wrapped her fist around him, “is a perfectly normal response from most boys when they are getting a diaper change. And if you’re concerned about your size, you shouldn’t be,” she said with a smile. “It does look like you are a little chapped though, so let’s get some powder on those thighs,” she said as she puffed a little bit on each leg before rubbing it in. The pleasant fragrance of the powder drifted up to Jason’s nose as he lay there, looking at the ceiling. The perfumy smell tugged at something in Jason’s memory but he couldn’t recall just what. “You’re a bit dry up here too,” Cathy said as she squirted a dollop of oil into her palms and rubbed them together before working them over his head and down his shaft. While she was still slowly stroking his member with her left hand her right had shifted to his relatively flat stomach and began to make slow circular motions. This was, at once, strange and yet comforting and familiar. Again, he didn’t know why, but it seemed to bring a memory nearly to the forefront of his brain. Whatever that memory was, it must be a pleasant one, because the combined massage seemed to drain most of the remaining tension out of his body.

“Now, why don’t you tell me about this conflict you have this weekend? It isn’t good to keep those things all bottled up inside.” As she was talking she had, unfortunately, ceased her massage down below and was working both hands over his stomach and up his sides and onto his chest. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a massage like this, and it was QUITE relaxing. He seemed to melt back into his mattress as the words began to come to him.

“Oh, my cousin, Stephanie is coming to check out the campus and she’s going to stay with me. I was worried that I’d have to make up some lie about where I was going to be able to come to your place for the night. I’m still a little concerned that she’ll figure out I wear diapers at home while she’s here. She’ll be sleeping in my room.”

“That shouldn’t be too much of a problem, Jason. As for you being away at night – well - that’s taken care of. If I were you, I wouldn’t lie to her anyway, but only offer the information if she asks. Most women are pretty accepting when it comes to personal issues like this. Now, while she’s here visiting, you can simply get diapered up in your bathroom at night and put your jammies on over top of them. You probably won’t get as good a fit in the diaper putting it on while you’re leaned up against the wall, but it will work well enough. These over panties I brought will go a long way towards dampening the crinkling of your diaper, and your pajamas should and a little extra in that department also. Just turn out the light before you walk over to your bed and she’ll be none the wiser. Do everything in reverse in the morning and bingo – you keep your privacy and your cousin isn’t any the wiser.”

Cathy had finished massaging his upper body and moved on to his arms and hands. He’d never had his fingers massaged before, and it was quite enjoyable. This really WAS relaxing him completely.

“Yeah, I guess that would work just fine. I dunno. Sometimes I just obsess about things, you know? I guess it’s really not as big a deal as I thought it was.”

Cathy put his hands down and reached over to open one of the loose Attends. She pulled his legs up and he obligingly lifted his rear so she could slide the open diaper underneath him. Holding his still moderately stiff member down she taped the diaper in place with all 6 tabs. Jason opened his eyes (‘now when had he actually shut them?’, he thought) and looked down to see a very snugly taped diaper. He was amazed at just how well she was able to do that. His taping jobs never came out quite this well.

“No, it’s never quite as bad as you think. And diapers aren’t a big deal anyway, Jason. They serve a purpose and we try to make that whole process as nice for you as possible.” Cathy pulled out the vinyl panties and slipped his legs into them and slid them up and over his diaper. Then she reached out and gave him a pat on the front of the diaper. This seemed to be her way of indicating she was done with the change. When he started to slowly rise up, however, she gently placed a hand on his chest and asked “where do you keep your pajamas?”

“They are under my pillow.”

“Ah, here they are,” as she pulled out some workout shorts and a ratty Van Halen concert t-shirt. “Well, not exactly what I was expecting for ‘pajamas’. We might have to work on that when you’re over at my place. They’ll do for now, though.”

Jason nodded his ascent. He was in quite an agreeable mood at the moment. Pretty much whatever Cathy would suggest, he’d take as the Gospel, though Jason wasn’t consciously aware of that fact.

“Now, when was the last time you had something to drink?”

“Oh, it was a couple of hours ago with dinner. I should be fine, I shouldn’t wet too much, if at all.”

“No, that’s not the point, Jason. You need to keep properly hydrated. One of the novice mistakes that some bedwetters, or their parents, make is restricting fluids too much. Your body needs those fluids. You should be drinking between 6 and 10 glasses of water a day. If you don’t then you might become dehydrated or possibly experience other health problems. Too much liquid is rarely the cause of bedwetting – with the possible exception of you going on a bender and drinking a case of beer,” she said with a giggle. “Do you have some juice in the house?”

“Yeah, there is some OJ in the fridge, I think.”

“Great, that’ll do. You should think about stocking up on some other natural juices; apple, grape, grapefruit, etc. to have on hand if you don’t like drinking just plain old water. Stay away from the carbonated beverages. Especially those with caffeine in them. Now, you just stay there with your penguin,” she said as she pulled the changing pad out from under him and pulled his covers up over him, “and I’ll be right back.”

Cathy returned to find Jason nearly asleep in the fetal position, with his hands wrapped around the penguin she’d given him. She had him sit up a bit as she helped him drink about half the glass of orange juice she’d brought up for him. She then eased him back down again, turned out the light, and lightly massaged his forehead and temples. It only took a few minutes before he was out like the light too.

Cathy stood up and smiled down at him. ‘Yes, I think he’ll do very nicely in The Program,’ she thought to herself. ‘Such a good boy, just stubborn like most boys are until they are shown the right way.’ She tidied up the room, stashing the extra diapers and supplies in Jason’s nightstand before letting herself out.

She looked at her watch. It was 8:45pm. She’d been there just over an hour and she doubted that Jason had ever gone to sleep so early throughout his whole college career. ‘Well, he’ll learn that there are better ways to do some things, and getting a good night’s sleep is one of them.’

Jason looked up at his mom and wondered why she was staring at him with that odd look on her face. “Jason, I swear! You must be the squirmiest little boy! Hold still, you little bugger,” she said as she reached down and tickled his sides.

‘I wish she’d just rub my tummy a bit like Cathy does,’ Jason thought to himself. ‘She always like to tickle me instead. Maybe she’s just making sure my bladder is empty first?’

Jason quit laughing and his legs settled back into their slightly splayed position. His mother picked up the insanely huge bottle of baby powder and squeezed out a liberal amount all over his crotch. Taking a moment to rub it in around the areas most likely to chafe, she then pulled his legs up by the ankles to lift his bum up in the air. Jason had a feeling of delight as he was momentarily “airborne” while she reached placed the white, crinkly diaper under his bottom. He settled down onto its softness and his mom reach up to quickly tape it into place. His mom expressed his very thoughts in the same way she always did, “there we go, J-J, snuck as a bug in a rug! She pulled his little footed sleeper around his feet and up around his body before zipping it up tight. Then she handed him his favorite stuffed animal, flipper, and helped him stand up.

“Now go find Lizzy and have her tuck you in.” She leaned in to give him a kiss on his forehead.

“Aww, Mom. I’m too old for that gooey stuff!,” he heard himself complain.

She looked at him oddly for a moment, calculating. “Yes, perhaps you ARE too old for some things, kiddo.” She tousled his hair and gave him a soft smack on his Pampered butt – resulting in a dull crinkly noise and a whoosh of baby powder up through his sleeper as he ran down the hall in search of his sister.

Despite the fact that Jason had run down the hall, he wasn’t too surprised to note that he was still able to see his mom cleaning up the baby powder and changing matt as if from the top of the room. Just as she was placing the pack of Pampers back in the bureau his dad walked in and shook his head in that way he had when he was slightly annoyed.

“Do you think he is ever going to stop wetting the bed, Sharon?”

“I sure, hope so, honey. He’s nearly grown out of these Pampers. They just don’t make diapers big enough for 7 year olds. When I told him he was snug as a bug in a rug, I wasn’t kidding. Rick, it’s getting hard to get those tapes to hold anymore. He’s just too big for disposable diapers. He’s not having that many wet nights anymore, so let’s just hope this is the end of it. If it’s keeps up, we’ll just have to rely on the mattress protector. I just hope he adjusts to it well. Remember the last time we tried to get him to sleep like a big kid ‘cold turkey’? He ended up having more wet nights than dry and he was irritable as all get out. He just seems to derive some sort of comfort out of being Pampered, as it were.”

“Well, like mother like son, there, I guess,” his dad said with chuckle. “C’mon, Sharon, let’s go Pamper you. Lizzy should have him in bed soon and she’ll be downstairs doing homework for another hour or so. Let’s go have some fun,” he said as he pinched her rear…..

Jason woke up momentarily, a bit disoriented at first. ‘Was that real? Was that a true memory from his childhood?’. He could remember his mom getting him in his Pampers before bed and being a late bedwetter, but where had that last bit come from? Maybe it was just a compilation of other conversations he’d heard, overlaid on a bit of memory of his own life. The brain was weird like that sometimes. He mentally shrugged, pulled the penguin in closer to himself and fell back asleep….

Aunt Margie looked at her watch and then back over at little Stephi. “It’s time to get ready for bed, honey.”

“Aww, mom! It’s only 8 o’clock!” the 9 year old, blonde-haired, girl whined plaintively.

“Just go get your nightgown and your Goodnites on and wash your face and you can come back and watch TV until 8:30 with us, but that’s late enough for you, Stephi. We have a big day planned tomorrow at the beach and you know how you get when you haven’t had enough sleep.”

“Mom!” Stephanie screeched in horror. It was obvious by the bright crimson creeping over her downturned and shamed face that she hadn’t wanted the fact that she wore Goodnights to bed.

“Stephi, aunt Sharon already knows you wear Goodnites and we really couldn’t have you going to sleep in her bed without them, could we? And Jason here, don’t worry about him. He may seem like a big high-schooler to you, but he used to be a bedwetter too, so I’m sure he understands. Don’t you, Jason?”

“Oh, yeah, sure. No biggie, Stephi.” He gave her a wink and she blushed even deeper. It was obvious the girl had a crush on her older cousin.

Stephanie got up off the couch and ran down the hall to the guest bedroom that she and her mom were staying in while they were there to visit. Jason’s mom just shook her head and mumbled something to her sister about ‘kids’. They heard the door shut, then open and then the faucet running in the bathroom. Then they heard the door shut again and relative quiet. Aunt Margie got up after about 10 minutes and went to look for her.

“What are you doing in there? I thought you were coming back out to watch some more TV, hon?”

“…don’t wanna…..he’ll see me….diapers!”

“Oh quit being a baby and just get out here. If you’re not going to stay up and watch TV with us, you can at least be civil and give everyone a hug goodnight!”

Stephanie came trudging out with a bit of a pout on her face. She was wearing a long white nightshirt that had the Little Mermaid on the front. If she did have a Goodnight on underneath it wasn’t readily apparent.

“Goodnight, Aunt Sharon. Goodnight Jason,” she blushed a bit as she gave him a hug. He DID feel the edge of her Goodnite under the nightshirt as she leaded in and gave him a big hug. It seemed she hugged him a good bit harder than she did her aunt Sharon too. Jason shook his head. Would the girl ever get over her idolization of him?

“Goodnight, little ‘Ariel’,” he said and gave her a pat on the head. She frowned a bit when he did so but he didn’t understand why. ‘And and a good night she WILL have,’ he thought to himself. He found himself jealous of the fact that she got to wear “diapers” to bed. Then again, here he was, 14 years old and wanting to be in diapers. What was he thinking!

As Stephanie walked back to her room for the night (with a bit of a strange gait in her step) Jason’s mom turned to her sister, “don’t worry Margie, she’ll outgrow it soon. Jason took until he was nearly 7 but he managed to get everything mostly under control. He only has the occasional accident now and that’s easily cleaned up. Just be glad you have these pull-up type diapers for her. They didn’t make diapers large enough to keep Jason here, in them any later than we did”……..

Jason woke up briefly again. ‘Wait a minute, did little Stephi really have a bedwetting problem when she was little too?’ Yeah, she did. That was definitely something that happened, although he’d long since forgotten it. It must run in the family somehow, although he was sure it was boys who were supposed to be more prone to wet the bed than girls. Well, this little revelation might come in handy, he thought to himself. Jason wasn’t the type to tease anyone about something like this, and he sure wasn’t going to now. It was just reassuring to know that Stephi would be more likely not to tease him if she were to find out about HIS problem.

After that, Jason fell deeply asleep and woke up very relaxed and very refreshed in the morning.

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WOW...that was a great chapter...keep it going jbonn...