I am not a baby! (A bedwetter's story)

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This is a story I wrote and completed years ago. The original website it was published on is now gone, and I have chosen to republish it here.

Chapter 1

It was a sunny September afternoon in 1993, and Daniel Wagner, a 4th Grade student, is walking home from school. The breeze is light and warm, but the yellowing leaves foretell the coming of cooler weather in the coming months.

It had been a good day at school. In spite of Daniel’s mediocre athletic skills in gym class, he volunteered to pitch at baseball, and managed to strike out his nemesis Chris and one other classmate, while also getting on base every time he was at bat. It was also the day his class visited the library, which was a nice break from regular classwork. The librarian had read The Berenstain Bears and the Nerdy Nephew, which Daniel could relate to, as one of the smartest kids in his class.

Daniel’s intelligence had not helped him with making many friends at school. But, he did have a few close friends he played with regularly. His next-door neighbour, Jeff Lee, was a few months older than Daniel, and they had been friends since they were 3. Daniel’s other friend, Tim Krieger, lived about a kilometre away on an acreage at the edge of town. While Jeff was studious and his house had lots of electronics and toys (his dad Franz was an engineer), Tim was more down to earth and enjoyed outdoor activities, as well as building and creating things. Tim and Daniel were also in the same Cub Scout Pack, and regularly played in the field behind Tim’s house.

Daniel’s house was two blocks from school. If he walked fast, he could get home in just over five minutes, using the alley behind the school as a shortcut. It had not rained for several days, so the gravel alley was dry. When it rained, however, the alley became a slow, wide stream. Daniel and Jeff liked damming and channelling that muddy back alley by shifting the mud with their boots, creating new streams and lakes, much to the chagrin of neighbours who wanted a flat, dry alleyway to drive on.

Daniel could now see his house, and as he approached it, he could see the family cat Harley in the front window. He unlocked the front door, and Harley came running and  began rubbing up against his leg, asking to be petted. Daniel scritched Harley’ chin and ears, then petted her back before heading upstairs.

Over the summer, Daniel’s parent’s, Susan and Ron, had experimented with leaving Daniel at home alone for the first time. While Daniel had not been allowed to stay home alone all day while his parents were at work, he had demonstrated he was responsible enough to be left alone for a few hours after school, until they came home from work, around 5:30. Daniel was still getting used to being alone at home, and figuring out what to do with himself until his family got home. Normally, he would play with his brother, Matthew. However, because Matthew was six years old, and Daniel was only 9, Matthew went home with his babysitter Elaine, until he was picked up by their Dad when he got off work.

Daniel had a lot to look forward to tonight. It was Tim and Daniel’s first Cub Scout meeting of the year. Both of them were now in their last year of Cub Scouts, before they could move up to become Boy Scouts the next year. A few of their friends had moved up to Boy Scouts this year, or quit Scouts altogether. Daniel was thinking and hoping that he or Tim might be made Sixer or Second of their group, they now being among the oldest Cubs.

Daniel went downstairs to Matt and his playroom, which had an old bed in the corner, and doubled as a guest room on the rare occasions his parents had guests. Most of the time, however, Lego was strewn across the floor, since building their own creations was Daniel and Matthew’s favourite thing to do when they had to play inside quietly. As he played, Daniel thought to himself “I wish I had more Lego sets to make things out of, like Jeff has.” While Jeff had less Lego overall, he had more cool new sets, with unique pieces. Daniel and Matthew did have several blue tubs of regular Lego blocks, and a few base boards on which to construct what came to their imaginations. Daniel began working on a large, many-wheeled, off-road vehicle, while continuing to think about Cub Scouts that night.

The vehicle was mostly constructed, when the phone rang. Daniel rushed upstairs to answer the phone, before the answering machine triggered. Daniel got there just in time.

“Hello?” Daniel said.

“Hi Daniel. It’s Tim. How was your day today?”

“Pretty good,” Daniel answered. “I had no homework today. My parents aren’t home yet, so I was playing with my Lego.”

“Lucky you,” Tim replied. “My parents are home, and wouldn’t let me play after school today until my homework was done, since we have Cubs tonight. Are you excited to start Cubs again?”

“Yes!” Daniel answered, very enthusiastically. “I’ve missed the meetings and games, and haven’t seen some of the guys since we wrapped up last June. I wonder what our friends have been doing all summer?”

“I heard Jan visited his grandparents in the Netherlands,” Tim said. “He liked spending time with them, and did say the Netherlands was beautiful and interesting. My parents are already teaching me German for when we go to Germany next summer. I already speak some German at home, so I hope I learn enough before we go.”

“I’m sure you will do fine,” Daniel replied. “You already speak German sometimes with your parents while I’m over.”

“I hope so,” Tim said, not confidently.

“So,” Tim continued, “I know we are going to see each other at Cubs tonight. I called about something else. My parents said that since we had so much fun at Cub camp last spring, that if we wanted, we could have a campout sleepover behind my house, before the weather turns cold. Do you want to?” Tim asked, very excited.

“I don’t know,” Daniel replied. “I have to ask my parents first, and you know how strict they have been about me going to sleepovers in the past.”

“But Daniel,” Tim pleaded, “Your parents are now letting you stay at home alone after school. If you can stay at home alone for a few hours a day, I don’t see why your parents wouldn’t allow you to sleep over with me in my back yard, with my parents less than a minute away?”

“I don’t know,” Daniel replied. “My parents have been kinda weird about me spending whole days at friend’s houses. And they haven’t let anyone stay overnight at our house, either.”

“Can you try, please,” Tim begged. “You’re my best friend, and we always have fun in my back yard. And spending a whole day, camping, and building forts, would be really fun. My parents said they would even let us light a fire!”

“I’ll ask,” Daniel answered. “But, it’s up to my parents. Don’t hate me if they say no.”

“Great!” Tim replied. “I’ll see you at the Cubs meeting tonight!”

“See you then,” Daniel said. “Bye now.”

“Bye,” Tim said.

Daniel hung up the phone. A sleepover with his friend Tim was something he really wanted, but also feared. Because Daniel still wet the bed.

Edited March 22, 2025 by CampersPampers1
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Chapter 2

 

“Well, it was just too good a day to stay that way,” Daniel thought. Daniel had wet the bed all of his life. At times, he wet the bed almost every night. At other times, like one three-week family vacation he had taken a few years back, he had only wet the bed once. He and his parents had not discovered any causal links between times when he wet the bed a lot, or when he went several days with dry sheets. Last year, Daniel’s parents had taken him to the doctor, and he had prescribed him medication to enhance the connection between his brain and bladder, to hopefully reduce the frequency of his bedwetting.

Recently, Daniel wet the bed 2-3 times per week; sometimes more, and sometimes less. He had a plastic sheet on his bed, so that his mattress would not be ruined. Daniel hated nights when he woke up wet. Sometimes it would be the middle of the night, and he would have to rearrange himself and his blankets to sleep away from the wet spot he had made. A lot of the time, on wet nights, he wouldn’t get much sleep, leaving him cranky the day after.

Daniel thought back to the Cub camp he, Tim, and their friend Jan went to last spring. It was at Camp Oki, a few hours away in the nearby mountains. The camp name was a local first nations word for “welcome,” and Daniel loved going there. There was archery, canoeing, a climbing wall, and a low mountain nearby with a steep trail to an overlook of the camp, and nearby lake. Even with the risk of a wet sleeping bag, Daniel always looked forward to going to Cub camp.

Occasionally, Daniel had wet his sleeping bag at Cub camp. Most of the time, the other Cubs did not notice. Daniel’s sleeping bag was thick and dark in colour, so wet spots were not terribly obvious. Also, the tents his Cub pack used tended to be a little wet (dew/rain) and musty, so that often provided Daniel an excuse if someone noticed his sleeping bag was wet, or the tent smelled bad. However, on his last visit to Camp Oki, Daniel had not been so lucky. The bunks in the cabins at Camp Oki had vinyl-covered mattresses, likely to prevent them being ruined by kids like Daniel. Unfortunately, Daniel had drunk so much hot chocolate before bedtime, and was so tired from activities that day, that Daniel wet his sleeping bag so heavily that his pee ran off the mattress, and dripped a bit on the floor. Until then, none of the other Cubs, or his friends, knew he wet the bed. It was only when his friend Jan got off the top bunk and stepped in a puddle, that he realised what had happened. Jan had younger brothers and sisters, so he quickly woke Daniel up, and helped him clean up the mess before anyone else noticed. Being the last day of camp, Daniel packed his sleeping bag in the garbage bag it came to camp in, which not only acted as a carrying bag for the sleeping bag, but helped hide the smell and wetness if Daniel wet the bed.

Daniel and Jan talked a bit afterward about the incident. Jan was understanding, having wet the bed until he was five. Daniel had been very embarrassed, being 9, and the only bedwetter he knew at his age. While Jan had figured out his secret by literally stepping in it, neither of Daniel’s best friends, Tim and Jeff, knew his secret.

Daniel went to and opened the closet he and his brother shared. In the closet were his dress clothes, Halloween costumes, and his Cub Scout uniform. Daniel was an active Cub Scout, who already had 16 badges, and 3 of 5 possible stars for overall achievement. Daniel hoped that, in his last year as a Cub, he would earn the remaining two stars, related to creativity and physical fitness. Daniel was reasonably fit and enjoyed sports, so getting the Red Star was a matter of time. But not being artistic was going to make getting the Tawny Star a challenge.

Daniel stepped out of the closet, and tried on his Cub Scout uniform. The shirt still fit, and he looked at how he had already needed to start sewing badges to the back of his sash, since the front was already full. The epaulets on his shoulders had no stripes to signify he was a Sixer or Seconder. “I hope I am made a Sixer tonight”, Daniel thought to himself. He started to take off his uniform and hang it up again. Daniel knew from past experience that wearing his uniform at the supper table could be disastrous. Tonight was leftover pork chops in mushroom gravy, and Daniel didn’t want to spill on his uniform, which would look bad if he was to be made Sixer tonight.

As Daniel closed the closet doors, the doors snagged on a bag on the floor. Daniel opened the closet door, to see his brother Matthew’s bag of Pampers diapers had been caught by the edge of the folding doors as he closed them.

Daniel’s brother Matthew had also wet the bed all of his life. Daniel was potty trained before Matthew was born, and was young enough when he was potty trained around age 2 that he did not remember diapers being in the house at all until Matthew was born. Having been 3 years old when Matthew was born, his mom had explained to Daniel that babies didn’t know how to use the toilet, and needed to wear diapers so they didn’t pee or poop everywhere. Diapers, his Mom said, were for babies.

As Matthew got older, he was potty trained before he turned 3. But, Matthew being younger, he was still put into diapers by their Mom or Dad every night before bed. Daniel hadn’t thought about his brother’s diapers as anything unusual. Matthew was the baby, and he was still wetting his bed. Matthew hadn’t ever not worn diapers to bed, and was still learning, his mother said. Daniel was her “big boy,” who had learned and left diapers behind, but just had “accidents.”

Daniel pushed the bag of Pampers back into the closet. It was mostly empty, which is why the remaining diapers in the bag had slumped over, jamming the door as it folded closed. As Daniel grabbed the bag, he felt a diaper against his hand. The plastic cover felt very soft against his hand. It reminded him of the soft surface of a party balloon.

Daniel closed the closet door, and went back to building his Lego vehicle. His parents and brother would be home soon.

[Brown Owl]

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Chapter 3

 

Daniel heard his Dad’s truck coming up the driveway. It was a large old Ford truck, and the exhaust reverberated audibly off the house wall. Daniel heard the truck door close, keys going into the house door lock, followed by the front door opening.

“Hello!” Daniel’s dad Ron bellowed.

“Hi Dad,” Daniel cried back, as he left the play room to greet his Dad.

“Hi Daniel,” Matthew said, from behind their father.

“Hi Matthew,” Daniel replied. “Look what I built with Lego this afternoon!”

“Cool!” Matthew said. There has to be 16 wheels on that thing!

“I used all the wheels we had,” Daniel said. “I only wish we had some parts for wheels that steer, like Jeff has. That would be awesome!”

“Maybe for Christmas,” their Dad added. “Stop asking, or Santa will think you’re naughty, and bring you coal instead.”

Daniel and Matthew knew better than to bug their Dad about new toys. Their Dad worked long hours, and didn’t like being asked for things at home right after helping customers at the hardware store all day.

“Ready for supper?” Dad asked.

“I’m starving!” Daniel said.

“Elaine gave me a snack. I’m not hungry yet,” Matthew replied. Elaine, Matthew’s babysitter, usually gave a snack after school, in case the little kids she looked after were hungry.

“Well, I’m hungry, and so is Daniel,” their father said. “Suppertime it is! I’ll bring out the porkchops, noodles, and corn niblets, and we’ll start supper. Matthew, you can take less. Just make sure you finish. You aren’t allowed up from the table until you have eaten what’s on your plate.”

Daniel took a whole porkchop for himself, with some noodles and corn. Their dad cut about 1/3^rd of a chop off for Matthew, then cut it into pieces for him. Matthew took about a spoonful of noodles and corn, being less hungry.

At that point, their Mom, Susan, walked into the house. “Hello!” She cried.

Everyone shouted “hello” back, as she came into the house. Susan worked full time, and was often a little late getting home, after closing up and balancing the till at the flower shop she worked at. She did not mind that they had started eating without her, since she was often held up at work until Daniel had to leave for Cub Scouts. She understood her children couldn’t wait for her, hungry, until whenever she got home.

“I see you have a good appetite today, Daniel,” his Mom said. “Ready to go to Cubs tonight?”

“You bet,” Daniel answered, enthusiastically. “I tried on my uniform this afternoon, and it still fit.”

“Good,” Mom said. “I was hoping your Cub uniform would last one more year, until I need to buy you a Scout uniform next year. With your appetite, I was afraid you would grow too much, and you would need a larger uniform”

Daniel continued eating his supper. Soon, he was finished. Being responsible and a “Big Boy,” he was allowed to serve himself a bowl of ice cream from the freezer. He usually picked a relatively big soup bowl, since that still counted as one bowl, and his Dad usually did the same. Daniel finished the ice cream quickly, washed his face, and went to his bedroom to change into his Cub Scout uniform.

As Daniel opened the closet, the bag of Pampers crinkled as the folding doors passed. He remembered his brother’s bedwetting, then his own, and then the sleepover Tim had invited him to. Daniel had promised his friend Tim that he would ask his parents about the sleepover, and he needed to leave for Cub Scouts in about 15 minutes. His parents had finished their supper. It was now, or never.

Daniel walked into his family’s living room. His parents were both watching the news on TV. Matthew had finished his supper, and was downstairs in the playroom.

“Mom, Dad,” Daniel said, nervously. “Tim phoned this afternoon. He said that he and his parents want to have me over for a campout sleepover in their back yard this weekend.” Daniel trailed off, apprehensive about what his parents would say next. There was silence for a few moments. His Mom eventually broke the silence.

“Well,” she said, slowly and considerately, “you are 9 years old now, and have been going camping with Tim and the other Cub Scouts for a few years now. You have had accidents at night sometimes, but you have dealt with them. Do Tim or his parents know you wet the bed?

“No,” Daniel replied, sheepishly.

“Well,” Daniels mother replied, “I don’t know. Will you be sleeping in a tent, in your own sleeping bag?”

“Yes,” Daniel said. “It’s supposed to be like a campout, so we will be in Tim’s tent in the back of his yard, where there are trees, like when we go camping.

Daniel’s parents considered this for a few more moments.

“I think it will be alright,” his Dad said. “It will be like the Cub camps you have attended the last few years, and it’s not like Tim’s parents won’t be nearby. Right, Daniel?”

“Right,” Daniel replied. “They will be a minute away, in the house.”

“OK,” his Dad decided. “I’ll let you go, if your Mom agrees?”

“I’m worried,” Mom said. “What if Tim finds out you have accidents at night? Do you want to risk him finding out, and maybe changing your friendship with him?”

Daniel thought about this for several moments. As Daniel thought, he considered that Tim was probably his current best friend, with them being in Cubs for years. But, Tim was a nice boy. He didn’t bully or make fun of others, like some kids at school or in Cubs. On the other hand, he didn’t know anyone else who wet the bed at his age. It was majorly embarrassing. After mulling this over in his head, Daniel spoke.

“I still want to go,” he said.

“Alright,” Mom consented. “You can go. Just don’t drink too much before bed.”

“Thank you,” Daniel said. Daniel looked at the clock. It was nearly time for him to go to Cubs, and he still hadn’t put on his uniform. Daniel excused himself, and went to the closet in his bedroom. The Pampers were still at the bottom of the closet.

“I’m not a baby!” Daniel thought, almost tearing up as he thought about his bedwetting. After a minute, he regained his composure, and put on his Cub Scout uniform. He grew excited again for his first Cub meeting, plus he had the answer Tim wanted.

Daniel closed his closet, put on his shoes, said goodbye to his parents, and started walking to his Cub Scout meeting.

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Chapter 4

 

Daniel’s Cub Scout meeting was a few blocks away in a local church basement. Their Cub leader was a church member, and had received permission to hold Cub Scout meetings there, thought the Pack itself was non-denominational.

Daniel arrived at the church doors, about the same time a few other scouts, including Jan, arrived.

“How was your visit to the Netherlands,” Daniel asked?

“Good,” Jan said. “I wish I understood what people were saying around me more. I felt like a little kid, having to ask my Oma and Opa what things were, and what signs meant. It’s weird not being able to read things for myself.”

“I can understand that,” Daniel said. “My little brother is just learning to read, and him asking me what words are, or mean, gets old after a while.”

Daniel and Jan walked into the basement hall, where the Cubs met. Eight others were already there, as well as their leader, who’s Cub Scout name was Akela, and another parent volunteer, with the Cub name Baloo. Tim was still not there, so Daniel talked with some other Scouts, asking how their summers had been. Unfortunately, Daniel’s nemesis and school bully, Chris, was back in Cubs this year. At least at Cubs, Tim, Jan, and Daniel could stand up to Chris, and the leaders did not allow the bullying Chris got away with at school.

Akela was calling the Cubs into a circle to start the meeting, just as Tim walked in. Tim quickly joined everyone, and the meeting started.

“Good evening, everyone” Akela said. “I see there are some new faces here tonight. Let’s go around the circle, and introduce ourselves to everyone.”

There were about 5 new members. Some were young and formerly Beaver Scouts, who had moved up to Cub Scouts because they were too old to be Beavers. There were two new faces, and one was Daniel’s age. When it was his turn, he introduced himself as Dustin.

“Alright, so that’s everyone introduced,” Akela said. “With our new members, we have 14 Cubs overall, which will be assigned into either the Blue group, which we call a ‘Six,’ or the Red Six, by the end of the night. I will also assign group leaders, called ‘Sixers,’ and second in commands, called ‘Seconders,’ before we start our games and learning tonight. That way, each group will have leaders before we start. And, for new members, you can meet the other Cubs, and choose which Six you would like to join by the end of the night.

This was the moment Daniel, Jan, Tim, and a few other Cubs had been waiting for. They were now in their last year of Cub Scouts, and the oldest Cubs always formed the leadership of their Six. With more Cubs this year, there would be seven Cubs in each Six, but more people in the group usually meant more fun and camaraderie.

Being friends, Daniel, Jan, and Tim were in the Red Six. Chris and his friends were in the Blue Six. Of the five new Cubs tonight, two would end up in the Red Six, and three would join the Blue. Hopefully the new Cubs would be assigned to the Six they wanted to join most.

“Chris and Vince, come forward,” Akela said. “Chris, this year you will be Sixer of the Blue Six, and Vince will be your Seconder. Congratulations.” Chris and Vince were both beaming with delight as they received new uniform epaulets of rank from Akela. It was now the moment Daniel had been waiting for.

“Tim and Jan, come forward,” Akela said. “Tim, you will be Sixer of the Red Six, and Jan will be your Seconder. Congratulations.” Tim and Jan were both ecstatic to become leaders of their Six, but Daniel, while happy for his friends, was sad and a little angry about not being picked. He was the only senior Cub not to be picked for leadership, and that hurt more than a little. A few tears escaped his eyes, but he soon controlled himself, and most people didn’t notice his disappointment. The meeting continued.

Akela began speaking again. “Tonight, since you all seem full of energy and excited to be here, we will play three rounds of dodgeball. The Six that wins two games will get two candies per Cub. The losing Six will bring out cups and jugs of water from the kitchen to drink after our game. Tim and Chris, since you are our new Sixers, we will let you pick teammates for this game. Try to learn something about your new teammates, as they might join your Six on a permanent basis. Chris will pick first, since his Six has one less member.”

The teams the arranged themselves on opposite sides of the gym. Akela watched the Blue side of the gym, and Baloo watched the Red side of the gym, in case a Cub tried to cheat.

“This will be sudden death dodgeball,” Akela said. “If you are hit, you are out. If you catch the thrower’s ball, they are out. No resurrection or doctors this time. Clear.”

Akela blew his whistle, and the game began. Each side started with three balls. Jan, Tim, and Daniel each started with a ball. Unfortunately, Daniel was an easy target. Holding a ball, he could not catch any of the balls thrown at him, and he was eliminated almost immediately. He went and stood beside Baloo and waited for the game to finish.

“Out already, Daniel,” Baloo said. “Well, maybe next time you’ll do better. It’s better to throw the ball away quickly so you can catch or dodge balls thrown at you, rather than hold onto a ball and think about who to throw at.”

“OK. I’ll try that next time,” Daniel said. The game went on, and Baloo continued talking.

“So, I saw that you were a little upset about not being picked as a Sixer or Seconder. Not everyone can be picked for leadership,” Baloo said.

“But every other senior Cub was chosen as either Sixer or Seconder,” Daniel said, somewhat grumpily. “It’s hard to be the one left out.”

“Yes,” said Baloo. “But, Tim and Jan are both good Cubs like you. Your chance to lead will come, at some point.”

Daniel didn’t respond, and they both continued watching the game. By this time, four Cubs from Red Six were out, and only two from Blue Six. In a few minutes, Blue Six won the first game.

Next game, Daniel did better. He took out Blue’s Seconder Vince, and threw another ball, which Chris caught. Daniel was out on the sidelines again. “You did better this time, Baloo said.”

“Thanks, but we’re still getting creamed out there,” Daniel said. He was right. It was five-on-two, advantage Blue. The game was over in a minute more.

“Blue has taken two of three gams,” Akela said. “Blue has won the match, but Red can still win a game. The Cub Scout motto is ‘Do Your Best.’ To even things out, we will change up the teams a bit. Younger Daniel from the Red team will trade places with Dustin from the Blue team. If Red team does their best and wins the last game, all Cubs will get two candies.”

The teams formed up on opposite sides of the gym. Dustin appeared to be an excellent dodgeball player, so he let Dustin have his starting ball. The last round commenced. Two Cubs on the Blue team were out near immediately. One Cub was hit, and another was out because Daniel caught a ball. Chris threw a ball hard at Daniel’s head, and it hit home. But, the ball ricocheted, hit the roof, and Dustin caught it.

“Great catch,” Baloo said. “Chris, your out. And watch the head shots!”

Daniel was stunned, and was hit by someone else soon after. But, Blue team was down to three players. In a few minutes, Tim and Dustin were the only players left. Red had won!

“Great game,” Akela said. “And much more even.” If everyone is happy, I think we will make these our new Sixes for the year.” No one spoke up. “OK, that’s settled, and much more smoothly than some years.”

Daniel was just happy that the other, new Daniel, was in the other Six. Two Daniels in one Six would have been a bit confusing.

The meeting continued on, and there was some time to meet the new Cubs in Daniel’s Six. Since Daniel did not know Dustin, and he was his age, he went up to Dustin and introduced himself. As they talked, Daniel learned that Dustin had moved to their town from a nearby city, and that Dustin had not spent much time outdoors with his previous Cub Pack. When Daniel asked Dustin about camping, Dustin responded “the only camping we did with my old Pack was in the church basement.”

“We do that once a year, in January, when it’s too cold to camp out,” Daniel replied. “We usually go camping a few times per year; in late September, January, May, and June.”

“I’m not sure if I want to go camping outside,” Dustin said. “I worry about it being cold and damp, and not getting enough sleep.”

“Don’t worry,” Daniel replied. “The first time the Cubs go camping, we all have to take out gear to the meeting before we go, and have it checked over by Akela and Balloo. They’ll tell you if you’re missing anything important.”

Akela called the meeting to order. The Cubs arranged themselves in a circle. At that point, the Beaver Leader, Marion, walked in. Most of the Cubs knew her, and greeted her as she entered.

“Welcome, Marion,” Akela said. “Normally, we don’t have Beaver leaders at our meetings. But, Marion has something important to ask one of you.”

“Good evening, Cubs,” Marion began. “At the beginning of each year, I select a senior Cub from the pack to help lead our Beaver Scout Colony. That cub is known as a Keeo (pronounced Kee-Oh). Last year, Josh was Keeo, but he is now a Scout. Daniel, step forward.”

When both Daniel’s stood up, there was some confusion. But, Marion had meant older Daniel, and the confusion was quickly resolved. Marion continued.

“Daniel has shown leadership in his Cub Pack and his Six. Since his brother Matthew is going to be a Beaver, we are asking Daniel to help at the Beaver meetings, and learn leadership skills while he is there. Do you accept?”

“Yes,” Daniel said, enthusiastically. Daniel had never been a Beaver Scout. He had joined Scouts at age seven, as a Cub Scout. He did not know what the Beaver’s did at their meeting, since Matthew was new to Beavers this year, and his first meeting was next week.

“Great,” Marion replied. “At our first meeting next Monday, you will be introduced to the Beavers as Keeo, and you will be presented with a special badge or rank as Keeo to wear on you Cub Scout uniform. Watch out for your brother as you walk over to our meeting. See you there!”

Akela then had a quick talk with the Cubs regarding what being a Cub was about, and how they should all “Do Your Best” as that was the Cub Motto. The meeting was then adjourned. Daniel was chosen as a leader, after all.

[wetdiaper55]

I hated dodgeball ,I was small and last picked for teams . ......I am 5' 5" now as older adult

[ken2988]

11 hours ago, wetdiaper55 said:

I hated dodgeball ,I was small and last picked for teams . ......I am 5' 5" now as older adult

I understand how you feel about dodgeball.  I am a little under 5'5" tall and have always had issues with being small. When you add that to the fact I wet my bed until I became a teenage, and that I was smaller than my brother who is almost 2.5 years younger than me, it was rough while in high school.  Still remember when we had a picture of all of the 7th graders in middle school as a group and I was in the front row as one of the smallest kids. I was smaller than 95% of the boys and girls in my class (under 4'8" tall). I was only a little over 5 foot tall when I graduated high school, and was lucky a grew a few more inches after that to reach a little over 5'4" tall as an adult. 

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Chapter 5

 

After the meeting, Tim and Jan caught up with Daniel on the steps at the entrance to the church basement.

“That was great!” Tim said. “Sixer! I can’t believe it. I’m only a C student in school, but I’m leading my Cub group!”

“Well,” Jan said, retrospectively, “you can out-camp any Cub in the Pack, have been helpful, and definitely done your best. School is school, and Cubs is something different. You’re a great Cub Scout, but I still wish I had been chosen as Sixer instead of you. But, Akela has his reasons, I’m sure. I’m happy for you, Tim.”

“Me too,” Daniel chimed in. “And I’m sure you’ll be a good Seconder when Tim needs help, or isn’t there, Jan.”

“If and when I need help,” Tim replied. “You or Jan would have made good Seconders. Jan was the one Akela picked, probably because he knew Marion would ask you to be Keeo. You are the only Cub in the pack chosen Keeo. That is something special.”

“Perhaps,” Jan said. “The Keeo when I was a Beaver usually made all the crafts and sang all the Beaver songs, while occasionally being asked by Beaver Leader Marion to get things, or help watch the littler Beavers as they did their activities. It’s kind of like being a bigger, more helpful Beaver,” Jan finished.

“Yah, and the Beaver crafts are like those in Kindergarten, with lots of gluing things,” Tim said. “It’s kind of babyish at times.”

“You know I’m not a baby!” Daniel said, suddenly angry. “I’ll go to their meetings, and help out. I’m not doing gluey crafts,” he replied, hotly.

“Well, you’ll see what it’s like,” Jan said. “It might be different for you. It is ‘technically’ a leadership position, after all.”

“True,” Daniel replied. “And I will do my best. Bye, guys”

“Bye,” Jan and Tim replied in unison.

Daniel began walking home. Most other Cubs were picked up by there parents. Daniel lived close enough to the church, and was responsible enough, to be trusted to walk to Cub Scouts and back again by his parents.

Daniel walked into his house. “Hello,” he said. His parents and Matthew replied “Hello” back, in unison.

“So,” Daniel’s Dad said. “Are you a Sixer?”

“Nope,” Daniel Replied.

“Are you Seconder,” Daniel’s Mom asked?

“No,” Daniel said. “Tim was made Sixer, and Jan Seconder.”

“Oh Daniel,” his mother said. “I am so sorry! How do you feel?”

“I feel a bit disappointed, but alright,” Daniel replied. “But, instead of being asked to be a Sixer or Seconder, Beaver Leader Marion asked me to be a Keeo. That is a Cub that goes to Beaver meetings, and helps lead them. She said she picked me because Matthew will be starting Beavers next week. Would that be alright, Mom?”

Daniel’s Mom was surprised, and took a moment to respond. “Well,” she said, “I think that works out kind of nicely. I was going to have to take Matthew to Beavers, which interferes with my Monday trips to the senior’s lodge to play piano for them after supper. Do you think you can handle being a Keeo, and taking your brother to meetings?”

“Yes,” Daniel replied. “I am expected to be a leader at Beavers. It may as well start by leading my brother to the meetings.”

“Good. That’s settled,” his Mom said, enthusiastically. “Congratulations, son. You are my big boy, and getting bigger every day.”

“Congratulations,” his Dad added. “Be good at Beavers. You are expected to set an example.”

“I will, Dad,” Daniel replied. “Matthew would probably tell on me if I wasn’t being a good example.”

“Probably,” his parents replied. Matthew was going through a tattle-tail phase, ever since his parents had explained that Daniel was older, and was allowed to do things Matthew wasn’t, like be home alone after school.

Daniel left the room, and started getting ready for bed. Matthew also needed to start getting ready for bed.

“Matthew! Bedtime!” His Mom called. In a few moments, Matthew could be heard coming up the stairs, and was soon in the bathroom brushing his teeth. Daniel was allowed to stay up for another 30 minutes, but had to get into his pyjamas when Matthew did, so he didn’t wake up Matthew when he crawled into bed after Matthew was asleep.

Daniel was taking his time hanging up his Cub uniform, when Matthew entered their room. As Matthew has often done before, he went to the closet, grabbed a diaper from the pack of Pampers at the bottom of the closet, and began to undress.

“Matthew, are you ready?” Their Mom asked.

“Not yet,” Matthew replied. In a minute, Matthew was totally undressed, and sitting on Daniel’s lower bunk, Pamper beside him. “Ready,” he called.

Their Mom came into the room. Wanting to get to business, she told the six-year-old Matthew to lie down. She unfolded and ruffled the diaper to remove the crease at the fold.

“Bum up,” she said, and she slipped the diaper under his bum. “Down,” she said, and Matthew lowered himself onto the diaper. She then sprinkled Matthew with some baby powder so he wouldn’t get a rash, then quickly and expertly fastened the tapes. Matthew got up. “Good boy!” Their Mom said encouragingly. Matt continued to put on his pyjamas.

Daniel normally did not pay attention to Matthew’s diapering, but after thinking about his own bedwetting issues, and dealing with Matthew’s diapers strewn at the bottom of their closet earlier that day, he payed a lot more attention to Matthew’s diapering than usual. There in his room was his brother, six years old, in Grade 1, taped into a baby diaper with Disney characters across the top. Matthew was only a head shorter than Daniel, yet here Matthew was, diapered like a baby.

At this point, his Mom chimed in. “Daniel, please get ready for bed so Matthew can go to sleep.”

Daniel, thinking about diapers and his ‘baby’ brother at that point, replied churlishly “yah, so the baby in his diaper can get some sleep.”

Their mother was not impressed with the response. “Daniel, take you pyjamas, and get dressed in the bathroom. We’ll talk about your name-calling after I have put Mathew to bed.”

Daniel took his pyjamas and left their bedroom. He was dressed in his pyjamas in a minute, and had just joined his Dad on the couch when his Mom left his bedroom and joined them on the couch.

His Mom started, “so, Dad, Daniel called his little brother a diaper baby while they were getting ready for bed. You do know why Matthew wears diapers to bed, Daniel?”

“Yes,” Daniel replied, a little scared of his parents. “It is because he is little and still wets the bed.”

“That’s right,” his Dad replied. “Matthew is little and wears diapers to bed so he can keep dry at night, and have a good night’s sleep. Matthew still wears diapers, and even though he is a bit bigger now, he still fits into them, and they still help him. Do you understand, Daniel?”

Daniel thought about this for a few seconds, and then gave a half-hearted “yes.”

“You are our big boy, Daniel,” his Mom continued. “We let you come home after school instead of going to the babysitters, because we trust you. At Cubs, Marion asked you to be a Keeo. They would only ask a big, responsible Cub to help the Beavers at their meetings. You are a big boy, so please act like one. Big boys don’t make fun of their little brothers, even if they wear diapers to bed. Understood?”

“Yes,” Daniel said.

“And one last thing, Daniel,” his mother further continued. “In some ways, you aren’t any bigger than your brother. Both of you still have nighttime accidents. Your brother wears Pampers to bed, while you take your nasal spray every night to prevent bedwetting. You don’t wear Pampers because you are not little anymore. You are dealing with bedwetting like a big kid. But, though we deal with bedwetting differently with you and Matthew, you both have nighttime accidents, and you aren’t any ‘bigger’ in your sleep than him. At night, you act just as little as him. So don’t make fun of him! Understood?”

“Yes,” Daniel responded, feebly.

“Alright,” his Dad said. “Off to bed early with you. You are tired, and are acting younger than a kid with your normal bedtime. If you behave tomorrow, you can stay up late again.”

At that, Daniel walked into his and Matthew’s room, and sat down on the bed. The bed rustled from the plastic sheet underneath. Matthew was still awake, and heard a lot of what his parents had told Daniel.

“Awe, did little Daniel get sent to bed early?” Matthew teased.

“Shut up, baby!” Daniel cried back.

“Mom, Daniel called me a baby again.” Matthew cried to his parents in the other room.

Their Mom came to the door of the bedroom. “Daniel, come here,” she commanded.

Daniel came to the door.

“You will be going to bed when Matthew does for the rest of the week for that remark,” she said. “Now, not another word out of you, or you won’t be allowed to go on your sleepover this Saturday.”

At that, Daniel stopped talking immediately, and went to bed.

[CampersPampers1]

Chapter 6

 

At 03:00 that morning, Daniel woke up suddenly. The family cat Harley was snuggled up to him. Daniel could feel that he had just finished wetting the bed. He wasn’t as wet as he had been some nights, but he was sleeping in a fresh, warm pool of pee, that soon turned cold. The cat left as Daniel tried to rearrange himself and his blankets away from the wet spot, and took off his wet pyjamas and dropped them beside the bed to sleep naked, but dry. Eventually, he fell asleep again.

Daniel woke up again around 6:30. His Dad was up, but in the shower, so Daniel put on a clean pair of pyjamas and headed to the family room to watch weekday morning cartoons. Matthew soon joined him. Matthew quickly noticed that Daniel wasn’t wearing the same pyjamas as the night before.

“So, wet the bed, baby?” Matthew teased.

“Yes,” Daniel replied, dejectedly. Then, getting upset, replied “at least I’m not wearing a diaper, like a baby. How wet were you?” Daniel asked.

Matthew wet the bed most nights, so the unsurprising answer from Matthew was “pretty wet. But my diaper didn’t leak.”

“Yah, who’s the baby sitting in their diaper watching cartoons?” Daniel teased back.

“I’m not wearing my diaper now,” Matthew replied. “Mom taught me how to take my diaper off in the morning, roll it, and put it in the garbage. She was proud of what a big boy I was when she no longer needed to take my diaper off for me in the morning.”

Daniel and Matthew sat silently watching cartoons for a while. But, Daniel wasn’t paying attention to the cartoons. He was thinking about how his little brother was being told he was a big boy, even though it was for taking off his wet diaper in the morning. “Babies wear diapers,” Daniel thought. Daniel also thought about how both Matthew and he had wet the bed that night, yet he was soaked and tired from losing sleep, but Matthew was dry and happily watching a cartoon, out of his diaper, and ready to start the day. Daniel hadn’t thought that a little kid or baby could take off their own diaper and leave their mess behind. Parents put babies into diapers, and babies were put into diapers. Matthew was growing up and becoming a big kid, but still wore Pampers. Big kids aren’t supposed to wear diapers, so what was Matthew? Some sort of big baby?

As Daniel thought on this, their Dad finished his shower, and was dressed for work. He needed to head to work soon, so he checked on his sons as he called them to the kitchen for breakfast.

“Daniel,” his father said, “I can see you aren’t in the same pyjamas you were in last night. Did you have an accident?”

“Yes, Dad,” Daniel replied, sheepishly.

“Please go take a shower, then,” his Dad asked. “You don’t want to smell like pee, or get a rash.”

Daniel remembered back to when he had had some large, bad rashes on his legs and bum caused by his nighttime accidents, as recently as this past summer. He quickly got up, and had a shower. When he got out of the shower, he went to get dressed. In his room, his mother was already stripping his bed, and taking his sheets to the laundry.

“Your Dad told me about your accident,” his mother said, calmly. “And Matthew’s bed is dry. Perhaps you shouldn’t call him a baby, when you had the accident?”

“Matthew wasn’t dry,” Daniel replied snappily. “His diaper was wet, and he took it off before you got up. Otherwise, he would have been as wet as I was,” Daniel left off, sulkily.

“Right,” his mother said. “Matthew can take off his diaper and clean himself up in the morning. He’s getting to be a big boy.”

“If Matthew is getting to be a ‘big boy,’ then when will he stop wearing diapers? You told me that only babies wear diapers when Matthew was a baby? Daniel asked.”

“As long as Matthew wets the bed and fits in diapers, he will be in diapers. Dealing with diapers is much easier than changing your sheets every other day,” his mother replied. His mother, being stressed at that moment, further replied “if you weren’t a big boy, you would both be wearing Pampers.”

Daniel was taken aback by this last comment. His mother had threatened in the past to put him in diapers if he acted like a baby. But that was years ago, when Matthew was much smaller, and Daniel didn’t believe diapers could fit anything but little babies. But, last night, Matthew, who was only a bit shorter than him, was wearing a baby diaper to bed. Could, or would, his mother actually put him in baby diapers again. “No,” he thought to himself. Matthew is smaller than me. And I have never heard of a nine-year-old wearing diapers.

Matthew and their Dad had finished breakfast. Daniel served himself some cereal, wolfed it down greedily, and served himself a second bowl. He liked Fruit Loops, and was known for his large appetite at school and at Cub Scouts. After breakfast, it was nearly time for school, so Daniel got on his bike today, and rode to school in only a few minutes. He liked to be at school early in the morning, in case someone was playing games on the school field before class.

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Daniel quickly got home from school that day. Being a quick study, he had finished all of his assignments in class, and he once again had no homework. He went up to his bedroom to drop off his school backpack. Once he had dropped of his backpack and turned around, he noticed his closet was open, and his brother’s package of Pampers was sitting in its usual spot.

“Matthew looked like a big baby last night, in his Disney Pampers,” Daniel thought to himself. “Matthew won’t be in diapers much longer, though. His diapers look like they barely fit. Daniel walked oven and picked up his brother’s bag of Pampers. It was a blue plastic bag with a small blond baby on the front. On the side, the bag read “Ultra Pampers For Boys.” It was a 30 pack, size large. Daniel read the weight range, and it was 22-35Lbs. “Matthew weighs over 40Lbs now. No wonder he barely fits in his diapers. Soon he will have to be a big boy like me, since he won’t fit in these.

Daniel picked up one of the three diapers left in the pack, and felt the outside, as he had yesterday. He took the diaper over to his bed, and unfolded it on the plastic sheet, since his bed sheets were still in the wash. It smelt babyish, and the inside was very soft. He then thought about how Matthew was lucky to wake up with just a wet diaper in the morning, and be able to take it off and throw it away, like he hadn’t wet the bed at all. Daniel remembered he had been awake part of the night in a wet bed. “Maybe the big baby doesn’t have it so bad after all,” he thought. Daniel placed the diaper back in the package, and closed the closet doors.

Like yesterday, Daniel went downstairs to play until his parents came home. The rest of his evening was uneventful, until it was time for bed. Because Daniel was being punished for calling Matthew a baby the previous night, he had to go to bed when Matthew did. Daniel was already in his pyjamas and ready to climb under his sheets of his freshly made bed, when Matthew, like every night, picked a Pamper out of the pack, sat down on Daniel’s lower bunk, and called for their Mom.

Unlike last night, Daniel was sitting beside Matthew, waiting to go to bed. He saw his naked brother smile, lift his bum, put it back down on the diaper, and be quickly powdered and taped up by their mom. He wondered why Matthew was smiling and happy while being treated like a baby. After Matthew put in his pyjamas and got into the upper bunk, Daniel waited for his Mother to leave the room after saying goodnight.

A few minutes after their mother had left the room, Daniel quietly called “Matthew, are you awake.”

“Uh-huh,” he replied, groggily.

Daniel then asked “why were you smiling while Mom put you in your baby diaper? Don’t you want to be a big boy, and not wear baby diapers anymore?”

“Why?” Matthew replied. “Mom says I am still becoming a big boy, since I can take my diaper off in the morning, and babies can’t. I like when Mom powders and tapes me up. Wearing my diaper is like wearing a warm, soft hug from mom all night. It’s very comfortable. And waking up and throwing my diaper in the garbage in the morning is better than being in wet sheets all night. You know my diapers leak sometimes. I don’t know how you deal with when your sheets are wet?”

“But they’re baby diapers!” Daniel said. “Don’t you feel like a baby?”

“A little,” Matthew said. “But it’s nice to be a baby this way. Mom said she likes to diaper me, and will for as long as I wet the bed. Even if I’m 8 or 9, she said. She doesn’t like wet sheets, she told me”

“Goodnight, Matthew,” Daniel said. Daniel wondered how his mom would diaper Matthew if he was bigger or older. And how would a diaper on Matthew at age 9 look and work. “That’s my age,” he thought. “I won’t fit into Matthew’s diapers. How would any 9-year-old fit into baby diapers?”

With that thought, Daniel fell asleep.

[wetdiaper55]

I like the way the story is going

[CampersPampers1]

Chapter 7

 

The rest of Daniel’s week was uneventful. He went to school. He came home and played or watched TV after school, since it was early in the school year, and he was able to do all of his school work in class. Daniel liked to watch Family Matters, and laughed at how Steve Urkel drove Carl Winslow nuts! His family were home in the evenings, and he either played downstairs in the play room, or watched TV with his family. With the new seasons of Star Trek: The Next Generation and Star Trek: Deep Space Nine starting next week, the TV station was rebroadcasting the last episodes of both series.

Unfortunately, Daniel was still being punished for calling his brother a baby. Every night, he put on his pyjamas and waited on his bed, while his younger brother Matthew was diapered by their Mom to deal with Matthew’s bedwetting. Daniel still wondered occasionally about what his brother had said, about their Mom wanting to keep him in diapers as long as he wet the bed; even if he was still bedwetting at 8 or 9 years old. But, as Daniel watched Matthew being diapered last night, he could see that it was not easy for their Mom to make Matthew’s diaper fit. The tapes just reached around to the front of the diaper, barely.

It was now Friday afternoon, and Daniel was watching TV. He heard his Dad’s truck rumble up the driveway, and soon he and Matthew were at the front door.

“Hello! His Dad cried.

“Hello” Daniel said back. While this was said, Mathew dropped off his backpack in their room.

“Mom needs to do some shopping on her way home tonight, so I brought home a pizza from Mario’s,” their Dad said. Mario’s was a local pizza restaurant, with excellent pizza. There was no chain pizza restaurant in their small town.

“Yay,” Daniel and Matthew both said, heading to the kitchen, so they could enjoy their pizza hot.

“It’s half Hawaiian, half Mario’s Special,” their Dad said. The Mario’s special had pepperoni, ham, green pepper, pineapple, and little shrimp on it. Daniel used to prefer Hawaiian, but now liked Mario’s special more, mostly because of the shrimps.

Daniel, Matthew, and their Dad sat down at the kitchen table. Their Dad served them some milk in plastic glasses, in case the glasses were spilled or dropped. Matthew was telling them about recess and how he had won at four-square, when he gestured and knocked over his milk. Matthew was upset by this, and so was their Dad.

“Matthew, this is the 2^nd time this week you have knocked over your milk,” their Dad said, as he walked over to the cupboard. He reached in back and drew a toddler’s sippy cup from the back, which now was only used when younger children visited their house. “Since you are spilling milk like a toddler, you will drink from the sippy cup for the rest of the weekend. Understood?”

“But I’m not a baby!” Matthew cried. “Baby’s drink from sippy cups!”

“I know you’re not a baby, but you are spilling like one,” their Dad said. “It’s just for a few days, to remind you to be careful with your drinks. OK?”

“OK,” Matthew replied, dejectedly. The rest of supper continued on uneventfully.

All three of them had finished supper, and were watching Jeopardy! (Their Dad’s favourite gameshow), when their Mom came home. She called their Dad down to the car, to help unload their groceries for the weekend. At that moment, their next-door neighbour and Daniel’s friend, Jeff walked up the driveway, and asked if Daniel wanted to play over at his house?

“Dad, can I go over to Jeff’s house and play?” Daniel asked.

“Yes,” his Dad said. “But be home before 8:00. You are still being punished.”

“OK,” Daniel said, a little disappointed.

“Punished?” Jeff asked. “For what?”

“I called Matthew names,” Daniel said, telling the truth, but leaving out the details.

They walked into Jeff’s house, and went to his family’s computer room. “Want to play Gorillas?” Jeff asked. Gorillas was an artillery game, where the projectile was a banana, and you had to set speed and trajectory to try and hit the other gorilla. Wind and buildings meant each player had to use different settings to hit the other gorilla and win the game.

“Yes!” Daniel said, ecstatically. At Daniel’s house, they had no computer. For video games, they only had an Atari game system, which their Mom brought out of her closet on Saturday mornings when she cleaned, to keep Daniel and Matthew occupied.

Daniel and Jeff sat down and started playing. The managed to play about ten games before Daniel had to go home. They both managed to win five games.

“Hello,” Daniel yelled, as he came in the front door of his home.

“Hello,” his parents replied. “You have five minutes to get ready for bed. If you’re not ready by 8:00, we will add an extra day to your punishment.”

Daniel quickly ran upstairs. Matthew was already brushing his teeth, which was why he hadn’t said hello when Daniel came home. Daniel quickly brushed his teeth, took his nasal bedwetting medication, then went to their room, and put on his pyjamas. Matthew was already undressed and waiting for their Mom to diaper him for the night. He was sitting beside his diaper on Daniel’s bed, when their Mom came in.

“Alright, Matthew. Lie down,” she said. “Raise your bum,” which Matthew did, pretty much automatically. “Down,” she said, and Matthew’s bum was on the diaper. She powdered Matthews, and started fastening the tapes. “I know these diapers are a little tight,” she said. “This is the last of these diapers. Tomorrow, you can wear the new, bigger diapers I bought at the store today.”

“Thank you, Mom,” Matthew said, leaning up and hugging their Mom, his diapering now finished.

“You’re welcome, sweety,” she replied, lovingly. “Now get your pyjamas on, and up to bed with you.” In a few minutes, Matthew had his pyjamas on, and was up in the top bunk.

As this was going on, Daniel’s mind was elsewhere. ‘Bigger diapers,’ his Mom said. Bigger diapers would fit Matthew better, which meant he would be wearing them for a while longer. But, how big were they? With that thought, Daniel fell asleep.

[spark]

For a supposed 'big kid', Daniel is a pill.    It would be more than just an early bedtime by this point.   From what I can tell, Daniel and Matthew are basically in the same boat, but Daniel accepts his protection.

[wetdiaper55]

Bigger diapers ....Great .

[deewet]

Daniel will probably get introduced to these as well soon enough

[CampersPampers1]

Chapter 8

 

Daniel woke up dry, as he had the last three nights. It was 6:30 in the morning, and Matthew was just getting down from the top bunk.

“Good morning, Daniel,” he said quietly, to not wake their parents. Their parents had set quiet time until 8:00 on Saturday mornings, so that they could sleep in a bit.

“Good morning,” Daniel said. “Did you sleep well last night.”

“Pretty good,” Matthew said. “My diaper is wet, but it leaked a little. I hope the new diapers Mom bought fit better, and don’t leak. Were you dry?”

“Yes,” Daniel said. “Three nights in a row now.”

“That’s good,” Matthew replied. “I’ve only done that a few times. I don’t like waking up with wet sheets, like I did last night.” Matthew then pulled down his pyjama bottoms, exposing his yellow, soaking wet diaper. He then sat down on the armchair in their room, and undid the diaper tapes. He then went over to his clothes drawer, and brought out a package.

“What are those?” Daniel asked. Matthew had only recently started taking off his own diaper in the morning, and Daniel had not been in the room to see Matthew remove his diaper before.

“Wipes,” Matthew replied. “Mom said to wipe my diaper area with these if I'm wet, to prevent diaper rash.” Matthew took two wipes, and wiped his front with one, and bum with another. He then pulled up his pyjama bottoms, and dropped the wipes into the garbage pail. He then rolled up his wet diaper, and used the tapes to keep the roll sealed. After that, he dropped the diaper into the garbage pail.

Daniel and Matthew went to the living room, and quietly turned on Saturday morning cartoons. Normally they were not up this early. The only program on at that time of morning wasn’t even a cartoon. It was The Littlest Hobo, and old show about an ownerless dog that traveled from one town to another, helping someone out every episode, then leaving for the next town by the end of the episode.

“Well,” Daniel said. “Let’s see what else is on.” They had three channels. The other channel was showing Monty’s Traveling Reptile Show, which Matthew was currently scared of. The other choice was the news, so they decided on The Littlest Hobo.

After The Littlest Hobo, they watched Looney Tunes, followed by Dennis the Menace. They knew their parents were up, because their parent’s bed was squeaking. After a few minutes of rhythmic squeaking, their Dad nakedly walked to the bathroom and had a shower. He needed to be at work by 9:00, since he worked most Saturdays. Soon their Mom was up.

“Good morning,” she said cheerily.

“Good morning,” Daniel and Matthew replied.

“Were you both dry?” She asked.

Daniel said “yes,” but Matthew replied “no, Mom. I put my diaper in the trash, but it leaked a little bit.”

“I’m sorry, sweety,” consoling Matthew. “I hope the new, bigger diapers help tonight.”

“Me too,” Matthew said back.

“Well,” their Mom continued, “we should both get you into the bath this morning. You both smell a bit, and Daniel is heading over to Tim’s house for his sleepover with Tim tonight. I want you both presentable.”

“Can I take a shower instead?” Daniel asked.

“Yes,” Mom replied. “After your Dad is finished.” Just then, their Dad turned off the shower. A few minutes later, he sauntered back to his parent’s bedroom to get dressed. It was Daniel’s turn to shower, and he was soon showered and dressed for the day.

Matthew, Mom, and Dad were just sitting down to breakfast. On weekends, their parents often cooked hot breakfasts, which included pancakes, eggs, and bacon today. Daniel did not like eggs, so he made a bacon sandwich out of cheese, bacon, and toast. Mom was serving apple juice, and was about to serve Matthew, when their Dad spoke up.

“Matthew will be using a sippy cup this weekend, since he spilled his milk again at supper last night.”

Their mother was a little surprised, but backed up their Dad’s punishment. She got out a sippy cup, and poured Matthew some juice.

“I’m not a baby!” Matthew complained.

“We know, sweety,” Mom replied. “But, since you spilled like a toddler, you will drink out of a sippy cup for a while, to remind you to be more careful and grown up. Understand?”

“Yes,” Matthew said, dejectedly. Breakfast continued uninterrupted, and their Dad excused himself to go to work. Soon, Matthew and Daniel both excused themselves, and were watching TV. After their Mom had cleaned up breakfast, she went to her closet, and brought out the Atari video game system.

“Atari!” both Daniel and Matthew, cried out, excitedly. Soon, the video game system was hooked up to the TV.

“Alright, boys. Play nice, and share,” their mother said. “And Daniel, shouldn’t you put some clothes in a backpack and grab your sleeping bag? I know you’re excited for your first sleepover!”

“You bet!” Daniel replied, excitedly.

Daniel hadn’t packed for a sleepover before, but he had packed for overnight camping. He started by grabbing his sleeping bag from the closet under the stairs. His mother had laundered it after his last camping trip, but it still smelled musty. The smell brought him sharply back to reality. What if he wet his sleeping bag at Tim’s house?

Daniel brought his sleeping bag back upstairs. As he usually did, he grabbed a large black garbage bag from under the kitchen sink, and put his sleeping bag in it. It was easy to carry the sleeping bag that way, and he could hide his sleeping bag in it, if he had an accident overnight.

He then went to his room, and started putting camping clothes into his camping daypack. He didn’t need to bring a tent or any camping equipment, so for one night, it was big enough to carry the clothes he needed. Since he was thinking about bedtime already, he packed some warm pyjamas first. His warmest pyjamas were a footed onesie, but Daniel thought Tim would make fun of that, even if those pyjamas were warm and comfortable. Daniel grabbed some warm flannel pyjamas instead. He then went on to put some socks, underwear, and a pair of jeans in his backpack, as well as a t-shirt in case it was hot out. On the news last night, he had seen the forecast was for a high of 18C and sunny today and tomorrow, which wasn’t warm, but could be in the sun. Thinking of sun, he then packed a full-brim hat his parents had gotten him for Cub Camp, which protected him from the sun. He had asked for one, when he had seen Tim had one.

Daniel the went over to the closet, where his sweaters were hung. He opened the closet door, and the door caught on the empty bag of Pampers, which was still on the closet floor. He then looked at the new, unopened bag of Pampers, which his Mom said were larger, and would fit Matthew better. Daniel remembered back to when Matthew had told Daniel that their Mom would keep Matthew in diapers as long as they fit. Six-year-old Matthew now had larger diapers, and would presumably be wearing them to bed for a lot longer than Daniel had thought.

Daniel was very curious about Matthews new diapers. Matthew was already in Grade 1, and fit into smaller diapers than these new ones. How big were these Pampers? Daniel reached down and grabbed the old bag, then turned the new bag to look and compare labels. Both were blue bags, and both still had a blonde baby on the front. Both bags said on the front “Ultra Pampers For Boys.” But, as Daniel read the bottom of the bag, he saw that the newer, large bag of Pampers said “X-Large Diapers, 30Lbs and over.” The new package also said 26 diapers, while the old package said 30. Daniel thought “so they are larger diapers, but there are less in a pack. I wonder how well Matthew will fit in these?”

“Taking a sudden interest in Pampers,” Daniel’s Mom said, breaking the silence.

“The empty diaper bag caught in the door,” Daniel said, a little anxiously.

“Throw it out then, please,” his Mom replied. “And tell Matthew to throw out his diaper bag next time it’s empty.” Daniel’s Mom had noticed him looking at the bag for a while, but chalked Daniel’s curiosity up to his general inquisitive nature.

Daniel did as he was told, and threw the old Pampers bag in the garbage. He then grabbed a sweater from his closet, and went to the bathroom to pack his toothbrush and toothpaste. Daniel was packed and ready for his sleepover with Tim.

[CampersPampers1]

Chapter 9

 

Daniel joined Matthew in the living room. Matthew was playing Space Invaders on the Atari. He like that game now, since Daniel had taught him to shoot up through his shield, making it difficult for the aliens to kill him.

“Mom told me to tell you to throw your baby diaper bag away next time it’s empty,” Daniel said, sitting down.

“I’m not a baby,” Matthew replied, sullenly. The distraction caused Matthew to be hit by alien laser fire, destroying his cannon, and causing him to lose the game.

“My turn,” Daniel said, taking the joystick from Matthew. “You still need to take a bath, like Mom said. You smell like pee.” Matthew liked baths, and remembered back to last night, when his diaper had leaked. He searched out their Mom, who quickly drew him a bubble bath, which Matthew really enjoyed.

Daniel played a game of Space Invaders. He then switched over to Frogger, which was a game he liked more. He set the difficulty to high, then played for the next half hour. In the middle of a game, the phone rang. Daniel picked up.

“Hello,” Daniel said.

“Hello,” Tim answered back. “Are you ready to come to my house?” he asked.

“You bet!” Daniel said. “I finished packing, and was playing some Frogger.”

“Nice,” said Tim. “I remembered I hadn’t told you when to come over. My parents will pick you up after lunch, around 1:00. That way we can use the afternoon to set up the tent, and build a fort.”

“That sounds good,” Daniel said, excitedly. “I’ll tell my Mom. Anything else I should know?”

“That’s about it. See you then,” Tim replied. “Bye.”

“Bye,” Daniel replied, and hung up.

Daniel continued to play Frogger, until his brother dressed and returned to the living room. They then played Missile Command until their mother called them to the kitchen for lunch. Lunch was grilled cheese and mushroom soup, which was Daniel’s favourite. Daniel had a glass of milk to drink, while Matthew had milk in his sippy cup. Matthew did not complain this time.

“I thought you would enjoy your favourite lunch before you go to Tim’s this afternoon,” their Mom said. Are you nervous?”

“A little,” Daniel responded. “I like camping and hanging out with Tim. Lighting a fire tonight should be fun. But I’m worried about tonight. What if I….” Daniel trailed off.

“If you … have an accident,” his mother offered. “You have been dry for three nights, Daniel, and have been having less accidents lately. You’ll probably be fine. But if you do have an accident, just do what you do at camp. Get dressed, and put your wet pyjamas in your sleeping bag. Then pack your sleeping bag in the garbage bag. Besides, you’ve been camping with Tim before, and he is your friend. If he notices and makes fun of you, call me, and I’ll come get you. I don’t think Tim would make fun of you, though. He’s more mature than that.”

Daniel felt a bit better, but was still inwardly nervous. It was 12:30, and soon Tim’s parents would be picking him up. He finished his lunch before everyone, and asked to be excused. He then went to the living room, to play Atari until Tim’s parents arrived. Just after 1:00, Tim’s Mom drove up in their Volkswagen Jetta, with Tim in the front seat. In a few moments, the doorbell rang.

Daniel was at the door, ready to greet Tim and his mother. “Hello, Tim,” he said, excitedly. “Hello, Mrs. Krieger.”

“Hello,” they said back.

“Ready to come to our place for the night, Daniel?” Mrs. Krieger asked. “Tim hasn’t been able to stop talking about your sleepover all week. Can I talk to your Mom for a bit?” Mrs. Krieger asked.

“Hello, Mrs. Krieger,” Daniel’s Mom replied. “Let’s talk in the kitchen a moment, while the boys pack Daniel’s things into the car.

“Let’s get your things,” Tim said. Daniel and Tim went to Daniel’s room, and they got his backpack and sleeping bag from his room. Daniel remembered his friends weren’t normally in his room, so he was glad the closet door was closed. Both beds, however, had been stripped down to the plastic sheets for laundry day, but Tim didn’t seem to notice, and didn’t mention anything.

Soon the car was loaded, and they were off to Tim’s acreage. It was on the edge of town, and had a large lawn, with a treed area toward the back. There was a fire pit near the back door to the house.

Mrs. Krieger parked the car, and Tim helped Daniel by carrying his sleeping bag out to the back of the acreage, where Tim’s tent was waiting, unassembled, on the ground.

“I wanted to make this like Cub camp,” Tim said, “so we can practice setting up the tent. We know there will probably be a camp announced at the next meeting, for the end of September.”

“Good idea,” Daniel replied, and they set about setting up Tim’s dome tent. It was a small, 2-3 person tent, with a separate vestibule where they could store their dirty shoes without bringing them into the tent. Soon, the tent was set up.

“Let’s get our stuff inside, and roll out our sleeping bags,” Tim said. In a few minutes, their camping arrangements were laid out. They would sleep on opposite sides of the tent, with their packs in the middle near the far end from the entrance.

“Alright,” Tim said. “Since we have all day and part of tomorrow, do you want to start building a tree fort?”

“A tree fort?” Daniel said, questioningly. “As in up in the trees?”

“You bet,” Tim replied. “We have time to start on it this weekend, and can continue working on it later.”

“Sounds good,” Daniel said, cautiously. “How do we start?” Daniel was worried, because he was afraid of heights, and wasn’t sure how high this fort would be built.

“I found four trees,” Tim began, “and we can take two large fallen branches, and lash them to the trees about four feet from the ground. That way, we have a frame to lay a floor on. Understand?”

This didn’t sound so bad to Daniel. They would only be four feet off the ground at most. He replied, “OK”, somewhat skeptically.

Tim showed Daniel the trees he planned on using. They were about 6 feet apart, and the trunks were knobby, which would allow them to more easily lash the branches to the trunk. They set to work. They found two thick fallen branches the right length, and began lashing them parallel to each other between the trees. It was hard work, since they knew they needed strong branches onto which to lay a floor, while supporting them as well. Tim had about 100ft of yellow polypropylene rope, which they used to lash the branches to the tree. Daniel held the branches at the right height, while Tim expertly lashed the branches to the trees.

It was 4:00 by the time they had lashed the main support branches to the trees. They then set about searching the woods for smaller straight branches with which to create the floor. They had gathered two dozen branches with which to make a floor, when Mrs. Krieger walked up.

“Hi boys,” she said. “I’m glad to see you didn’t build the fort too high. I hope that rope will hold.”

“It will,” Tim said. “The rope is rated for 100Lbs, and I went around each joint six times. That should be more than enough to support our 60Lbs weight each, and the branches.”

“I hope so,” his mother said, nervously. “Please be careful.” Mrs. Krieger continued. “It’s getting on supper time. Tim, would you like to show Daniel how to light a fire?” Daniel had seen it done at Cub camp, but had never lit a fire himself.

“That sounds great,” Daniel and Tim replied in unison. Tim then showed Daniel to the wood pile, where they gathered logs and kindling. Tim layered the kindling so that it was shaped like cabin walls, like their Cub leader Akela had shown them at camp. Tim then crumpled newspaper and placed it into the centre of the cabin walls, afterward topping the cabin with a few sticks of kindling over the centre. He then asked his Mom for some matches.

“Be careful,” she said.

Tim had been allowed to light a few fires with his family before this, so he had no trouble lighting the match, then lighting the paper at several points around the cabin. Soon, the fire was blazing, and they were able to add larger logs. The fire had died down a bit when Mrs. Krieger and the rest of the family came outside to enjoy the fire. There was Mr. Krieger, Tim’s older brother, Scott, and Tim’s younger sister, Jenna.

“Hi Daniel,” Jenna said.

“Hi Jenna,” Daniel replied. “Do you like Grade 3?”

“You bet,” Jenna replied. “Mrs. Gibson is really nice, and we haven’t had any homework yet.”

“Wait until you are in Grade 4,” Tim replied, ominously.” Then Daniel, along with Tim’s family, sat at the picnic table in the back yard, and began preparing buns for a weenie roast, which Mr. Krieger had brought out with him.

“Daniel,” Mr. Krieger asked, “would you like to start roasting your weenies now? Your Mom told Mrs. Krieger you have a healthy appetite, and you must be hungry after the work you boys did this afternoon.”

“I sure would,” Daniel said, enthusiastically. He grabbed a weenie stick, stuck two hotdogs on it, and began roasting his weenies slowly. His weenies turned nicely brown, and he slid them off the stick and into awaiting buns, then topping them with ketchup, mustard, and relish. Daniel was so hungry, he went back again for seconds, eating four hotdogs overall.

“I’m glad to see you have a healthy appetite,” Mrs. Krieger said. “It shows you are having a good time. We are going to make s’mores now. Do you want one?”

“Yes, please,” Daniel said. Daniel was very full by the time he had finished dessert, having also drank two Cokes and a glass of water. Daniel had been given a glass glass at supper, which was a new experience for him. Only Jenna drank from a plastic cup.

Supper being finished, Daniel, along with Tim’s family, enjoyed the fire. Tim added more wood, since he and Daniel would be staying outside later than the others. Slowly, Tim’s family went back inside the house. Only Scott, Tim, and Daniel were left outside. It was after 7:00, and it was getting dark outside.

“How was the Canadian Scout Jamboree?” Daniel asked Scott.

“Great!” Scott replied. “There were 12,000 scouts, and we were all together at the opening and closing ceremonies. It was massive and loud, with everyone singing along. Then, it was a week of activities. I liked rafting and zip-lining the best. There was also a late-night route-finding game, where we had to find several locations in the dark using a map, while tied together. That was fun, and we got to sleep in the next morning until lunchtime.”

“That sounds awesome,” Daniel said, eagerly. “I hope I get to go to a Canadian Jamboree when I’m a Scout.”

“Chances are,” Scott replied. “They happen every four years.”

They sat quietly around the fire for a while. Soon, Scott got up and went inside. It was only Tim and Daniel around the fire now, and it was totally dark, aside from some moonlight.

Tim and Daniel talked about Cubs for a bit, and wondered where their first camp would be at this Fall. As they discussed this, Mrs. Krieger came outside.

“Alright,” she said, “I know it’s not bedtime yet, but you should probably get your teeth brushed now. You can stay up as late as you want. Just don’t be grumpy in the morning. If you are, I’ll set a bedtime next time.”

“Yes Mrs. Krieger,” Daniel replied. “Tim, can I borrow a flashlight, so I can find my toothbrush in the tent?”

Tim grabbed a flashlight, and they both went back to the tent to get Daniel’s toothbrush. Soon, they were both inside, and brushing their teeth. It was Jenna’s bedtime, so she was in her nighty brushing her teeth and getting ready for bed. Just as Jenna finished, Mr. Krieger came over and asked if she was finished.

“Yes, Dad,” she replied.

“Alright,” he said. “Let’s go, and leave the boys to brush their teeth.”

Mr. Krieger then picked up Jenna, hugging and holding her in front of him. “Say goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight,” she said.

“Goodnight,” Tim and Daniel replied. As they said this, Daniel had noticed something. When Jenna’s Dad picked her up, her Dad had accidentally lifted her nighty as well, showing her underwear. Her underwear had flowers and bear cartoons on it. And it was thick, like Mathew’s diapers. But it had no tapes, so it couldn’t be a diaper. Could it?

Daniel thought on this for a while, all the way back to the tent.

When Tim and Daniel got into the tent, Tim started talking.

“I know you saw Jenna’s underwear,” he started. “I saw you staring at her wide-eyed when Dad picked her up. He probably didn’t know he had lifted her nighty, and she didn’t notice either. Thank you for not saying anything. She doesn’t like people knowing she has to wear a diaper to bed. She started wetting the bed again when school started, and was put back into diapers last week after a year of being out of them. Please don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t,” Daniel promised.

“Good,” Tim said. “Then I won’t have to tell anyone about you and Matthew’s plastic sheets.

[CampersPampers1]

Chapter 10

 

Daniel was dumbstruck. He thought about lying to Tim and telling him the plastic sheets were for if Matthew slept in either bed in their room. But, Tim was Daniel’s best friend at that time, and seeing Tim’s sister Jenna, only one year younger than him, wearing a diaper, had clouded his ability to think of an excuse. “How long have you known?” he asked Tim, deciding to trust his friend wouldn’t make fun of him.

“Well, your sleeping bag is unusually wet most mornings at camp,” Tim replied, slowly and carefully. “I saw Jan help you when the floor was wet at Camp Oki last spring. I saw the plastic sheets on both beds in your bedroom. And I smelled pee and baby powder when I went into your room. I put it all together.”

“Is it really that obvious?” Daniel asked, beginning to cry.

“No, not really, unless you know what to look for,” Tim said, consolingly. “It’s OK, Daniel. Lots of kids wet the bed, and have to wear diapers.”

“I don’t wear diapers,” Daniel said, regaining his composure. “I’m not a baby.”

“Neither is Jenna,” Tim said, defending his sister. “Diapers are for people who need them. Babies wear them because they can’t control themselves. Have you been to a senior’s home? Have you looked at the carts the nurses use? Those big plastic folded things on the cart are big diapers. Seniors, and even adults, can lose control of their bladders for all sorts of reasons, like car accidents. Is it better to wear a diaper, or wet your pants when you go to the theater? Even some children and teenagers can’t control their bladders, and need diapers. They make diapers for the smallest babies, up to the fattest people you can imagine. You know my Mom is a nurse. She told me all this, to make Scott, Jenna, and I feel better about wearing diapers. I don’t need them any more, but Scott only stopped wetting this bed this summer, after the Scouting Canadian Jamboree, unfortunately. At least he shared a tent with his friend Dave, who was understanding about his diapers.

Tim finished off his rant, and there was silence for a few moments.

“But, my Mom says diapers are only for babies,” Daniel blubbered, still upset.

“Jenna wears diapers. Is she a baby?” Tim replied, reinforcing his point.

“No,” Daniel said, eventually composing himself. “She’s only a year younger than us. I wasn’t a baby in Grade 3. And Scott isn’t a baby. He’s a troop leader in Scouts. I have a hard time picturing him wearing Pampers,” Daniel said, feeling a lot better as he talked his thoughts out to his friend.

“He didn’t wear Pampers,” Tim explained. “He wore what doctors call ‘junior’ diapers, and even small adult diapers, when he grew too big for those. Junior and adult diapers normally have two, or even three tapes per side, and don’t have cartoons on them.”

“Then what was Jenna wearing?” Daniel asked. “Those had cartoons on them, but no tapes.”

“Mom said they are called ‘Pampers Trainers’,” Tim explained. “They are diapers she can pull on herself, like underwear. They work for her, because she doesn’t pee much. Before that, though, she wore Huggies, or Pampers, and then Junior diapers, which are slightly bigger than Pampers. Mom decided to try underwear style diapers this time, and they seem to work for her, and are a new product. She tried Pampers Trainers on Scott when they first came out, since they are easy to put on yourself, but he wet right through them, and didn’t fit him well. They aren’t as good as diapers, if you wet heavily.

“Well,” Daniel said, considering what Tim had said, “you saw how heavily I wet at camp Oki. I soaked my sleeping bag, with pee dripping onto the floor. Was Scott like that?”

Tim considered the question. “I don’t know for sure,” he replied. “Scott always wore diapers, and he rarely leaked. Mom thought being dry at night was very important, so she bought us diapers that worked. I stopped bedwetting in kindergarten, so Pampers or Huggies worked for me. Pampers Trainers are working for Jenna now. You seriously don’t wear diapers to bed? I smelt your room. You don’t apply baby powder without diapers, normally.”

“I’m serious. I don’t,” Daniel replied, earnestly. “But my brother Matthew does. Ultra Pampers for Boys”

“I don’t get it,” Tim said. “Why would your parents keep your brother in diapers to keep him dry at night, and not you? Matthew is not a baby. Do you refuse to wear diapers?”

“No,” Daniel said. “I can’t remember wearing diapers ever. I was potty trained around age 2. I didn’t know what diapers were until Matthew was born. Mom told me that babies didn’t know how to use the toilet, and needed to wear diapers so they didn’t pee or poop everywhere. Matthew was potty trained before he was 3, but continued to wear diapers at night, even now. Mom is even calling him a big boy now, since he can take off his own diaper in the morning and throw it away.”

“That’s about when Scott and Jenna learned to take off their own diapers,” Tim responded. “Scott learned to take off his own diapers, and could even put them on fairly well. But, not as well as when Mom put them on. When he put on his own diapers, it often resulted in leaks. So, Mom put him in diapers most nights until he stopped bedwetting. He didn’t mind, since Scott preferred a dry bed to a little embarrassment.”

“Matthew says he likes it when Mom powders him and changes him into his Pampers. He says wearing diapers is like wearing a hug from Mom,” Daniel broke off, a little wistfully.

“It was nice,” Tim said. “I’m not sure what it would be like now, to wear a diaper. But it was nice to be dry in the morning, and Pampers were comfortable.”

“It would be nice to know I can wake up dry tomorrow, regardless of whether I wet the bed,” Daniel admitted to Tim, sheepishly. “I am worried that I will wet the bed tonight, having drank all that soda at supper. I hate waking up in a wet sleeping bag.”

Tim considered what Daniel said. He didn’t want his friend to worry, and there was a solution to Daniel’s problem. Tim spoke slowly and carefully, in case his friend wasn’t open to his solution.

“There is a way to be sure you wake up in a dry sleeping bag tomorrow,” Tim said. “We’ve talked about it for the last 20 minutes.”

“Um,” Daniel started, nervously. “You mean I should wear a diaper, like Jenna.”

“If you think it would help,” Tim said. “It’s your choice. No one will call you a baby at my house. My Mom is a nurse, so she definitely won’t make fun of you, if you need a diaper. And Scott, Jenna, and Dad won’t say anything bad, either.

Daniel considered what Tim had just said, and their discussion as a whole. Being dry in the morning would be nice, and wearing a diaper would remove the stress of the situation, and help him sleep better. And, no one at Tim’s house would make fun of him, or call him a baby. Matthew seemed happy wearing diapers to bed and waking up dry. Maybe diapers weren’t such a bad thing, if people need them.

“Would you wear a diaper, if you were me?” Daniel asked.

Tim thought for a moment. He was 9, and hadn’t worn a diaper in almost 4 years. But, his response didn’t take more than a moment.

“Yes,” he said.

Daniel hesitated a few moments, since his next words could have significant consequences.

“Can I try wearing a diaper, and see how it feels?” Daniel asked, meekly.

“We would have to ask my Mom, and see if we have any diapers that would fit you. Does that sound OK?” Tim asked.

“OK,” Daniel said, more resolutely.

“Alright,” Tim said with confidence, so that Daniel felt more confident in his decision. “Let’s go to the house and ask my Mom what she thinks.”

[wetdiaper55]

Yes diapers are better . 

[Marcus]

Yep diapers are they way to go. 

[CampersPampers1]

Chapter 11

 

Daniel and Tim put their shoes on, left the tent, and started walking toward the house. The back light was still on, in case Tim or Daniel needed to find the house in the night. Daniel was trembling as they walked, scared of the consequences of what he had asked. He didn’t know what wearing diapers would feel like, or if he would say ‘no’ to a diaper in the end, wet the bed anyway, and embarrass himself. They reached the back door in a little over a minute, and walked in. Tim’s parents and Scott were awake and in the family room, watching TV.

Tim walked to the family room, and asked “Mom, we need something?”

“OK, Tim,” she called back. “Can you come here and ask? We’re watching TV.”

Daniel’s blood froze when Mrs. Krieger said that, but Tim responded tactfully, “sorry, Mom, we need something out here.”

“In a minute, then,” she replied.

This made Daniel more nervous, and Tim noticed. “It’s OK,” Tim said. “Mom is a nurse, and would never make fun of you.”

In a minute, the commercial started, and Mrs. Krieger got up and left the family room, to where Tim and Daniel were waiting in the hallway.

“Oh, hi Daniel,” she said, now noticing him. “Well boys, what do you need.”

“Go on,” Tim said. “You can best tell Mom what you need, in your words,” he said.

Daniel wasn’t so sure about this. He thought Tim would explain the situation, and he would be in and out of the house, with minimal embarrassment. Telling someone else’s Mom he wet the bed, and wanted a diaper was a bit much for him.

“Go on,” Tim said. “I’ll help you explain, but you have to ask Mom yourself. I can’t choose for you.”

“Explain what, and choose what?” Mrs. Krieger asked. “This isn’t a normal conversation, is it? Should we go to Tim and Scott’s room?

“Yes,” Daniel and Tim both said, somewhat relieved. It also helped break the ice, and boost Daniel’s confidence a bit, though he was still worried and a bit scared. They walked into the room, and Mrs. Krieger closed the door behind them.

“Daniel, your shaking,” Mrs. Krieger said, worriedly. “What’s wrong?”

Feeling Mrs. Krieger’s concern, Daniel broke down, crying. Tim went and sat on his bed, while Mrs. Krieger went and hugged Daniel, consoling him.

“Ssssh, sssh, whatever it is, I’m sure it’s OK,” Mrs. Krieger began. “You look OK. Just really scared. Tim, did something happen outside?”

“No,” Tim said. “Not yet, anyway. Daniel is worried about tonight.”

“It’s OK,” Mrs. Krieger continued to soothe Daniel. “There is nothing to fear in our back yard. There are no coyotes, or other scary animals in the dark on our acreage, or within ten miles of us. Tim said staying in a tent doesn’t scare you, or at least didn’t at Cub camp. So, what is it that has you so scared?”

Daniel felt a bit better, and began talking, slowly, but fretfully. “It’s not the tent, or your yard, or house,” he began, slowly. “It’s … It’s my sleeping bag, or, what m-m-might happen in it tonight. I’m-m-m-m-afraid I’ll w-w-w-w-wet the bed.” He trailed off.

Mrs. Krieger now understood the situation. She started asking questions, calmly, but tactfully.

“Do you want to go home, so you don’t wet your sleeping bag?” she asked.

“No,” Daniel said, quietly.

“I’m glad, Daniel,” she said. “It took courage to come to Tim’s sleepover tonight, knowing that you might wet the bed, and not knowing what Tim might say. Kids can be so cruel to bedwetters. Tim, you are a good friend to not make fun of Daniel, and I am proud of you.” Tim perked up at this. “But, if you don’t want to go home, and Tim knows and accepts that you might wet the bed, then why are you so scared?”

Daniel took several deep breaths, and then began. “Well,” Daniel began slowly, “Tim figured out that I still wet the bed. Between wet sleeping bags at Cub camp, and seeing the plastic sheet on both my and Matthew’s beds today, he put two and two together, and told me he knew still I wet the bed, but that he wouldn’t make fun of me.”

“That was very big of you, Tim,” Mrs. Krieger told Tim, proudly. Tim looked proud, while Daniel continued talking.

“Well,” Daniel said, continuing on, not sure quite how to broach the central subject, “while Tim and I were brushing our teeth, Jenna came in to say goodnight. Her nighty came up, and we both saw her diaper.”

“They are called ‘Pampers Trainers’,” Mrs. Krieger interjected. “They are like diapers that you can pull on like underwear.”

“Tim explained all that to me when we got back to the tent, since he had seen I had seen Jenna’s ‘Trainers’. Anyway, we then got to talking about big kids wearing diapers for bedwetting to stay dry, since my brother Matthew still wears Pampers to bed. Tim also told me that you had told him that they make diapers for older kids to, and that babies aren’t the only ones to wear diapers.”

“That’s true,” Mrs. Krieger said. “A lot of people need diapers, at night or all day. Not just babies, but children, teens, adults, and many old people. And for many different reasons.”

“So,” Daniel said, becoming more nervous, “when I saw Jenna tonight, I realised that it is OK for kids my age to wear diapers to bed for bedwetting, and that they do make diapers my size, since Jenna is about our size.” Tim also nodded in agreement.

“What I am saying is,” Daniel paused nervously, “is that I don’t wear diapers to bed, and haven’t ever before. But, I w-w-would uh-uh…. can I try to wear a diaper to bed tonight, if you let me, and we can find one that fits? I want to wake up dry.” Daniel left off, feeling ashamed and embarrassed, but relieved that he had finally asked what he came to ask.

Mrs. Krieger looked at Tim, who nodded in agreement. “I told Daniel I wouldn’t make fun of him, and that the choice was his. We talked, and we agreed the best way he could sleep well and not worry about being wet in the morning, was to wear a diaper, like I used to. I know Jenna has her diapers, but I also mentioned there might be other diapers that might fit better, and be more absorbent and surer not to leak.” Tim left out the part where he had told Daniel about Scott’s recent bedwetting, and the diapers he wore for it.

Mrs. Krieger then looked thoughtfully at Daniel. “That was a very difficult question to ask, Daniel. I’m glad you had the courage to ask me. Asking to be put in diapers again, after never wearing them since you were a baby, can be very upsetting. I see that struggle with people of all ages at my job at the Doctor’s office. Some people accept they need diapers quickly, while other people resist it as long as they can. But, being in a wet diaper and a dry bed is healthier than sleeping surrounded by your own mess all night.

“Does that mean I can have a diaper tonight,” Daniel asked?

“Well, there is one thig that might change your mind on that tonight, Daniel,” Mrs. Krieger explained. “Jenna’s ‘Trainers’ are the only diapers in the house. If you really need a diaper tonight, it will have to be one of hers. I don’t have any plastic pants left, other than the ones I used when my kids were babies, so we can’t make a cloth pin-on diaper. A cloth diaper would leak without plastic pants, and you would then be in a wet sleeping bag anyway. It’s Jenna’s ‘Trainers’, or nothing. If you don’t want those, I can still drop you off at your house tonight, if you want?”

Daniel though about what Mrs. Krieger said. Jenna’s diapers could be pulled on, which was less embarrassing than Matthew’s Pampers. Matthew’s diapers had baby designs, but Jenna’s had pink bears and flowers. And would Jenna’s diapers fit? She was younger than Daniel, and a bit smaller.

Daniel decided to take the risk. “Can I try one of Jenna’s diapers on in here, to see what it is like?” Daniel asked.

“Of course,” Mrs. Krieger said. “I’ll go get a few from Jenna’s room, in case you are wet in the night, and need to change. I don’t want to disturb Jenna more than once.”

[CampersPampers1]

Chapter 12

 

Mrs. Krieger came back in a minute, with 3 trainers, some baby powder, and a towel. She laid the towel out on Tim’s bed.

“Lie down, please,” Mrs. Krieger told Daniel.

Daniel was confused. “These are pull-on diapers, right? Can’t I put them on like underwear?”

“You can,” Mrs. Krieger replied, “but baby powder prevents rashes, and I don’t want you to get a rash tonight. If it makes you feel better, I also powdered Jenna before helping her into her Trainers.”

Daniel felt better, knowing what was going to happen, and why. He laid down on the towel on Tim’s bed, while Tim got up and watched the process. Tim didn’t say anything, because he didn’t want to embarrass Daniel. Tim agreed with Daniel’s decision when Daniel told his Mom he wanted to wear diapers, but wasn’t so sure when Daniel was told he would have to wear his sister’s diapers.

“Lift your bum, please,” Mrs. Krieger instructed. Daniel lifted his bum, and Mrs. Krieger removed his pyjama bottoms. Next was Daniel’s underwear. He was naked from the waist down, in front of his friend, and his Mom. “Down,” Mrs. Krieger instructed, and she pulled Daniel’s pyjama bottoms and underwear away from his ankles. “I’m going to sprinkle you with some baby powder now, OK?” Daniel nodded. The powder smelled nice, and felt cool on Daniel’s skin.

“Are you ready?” Mrs. Krieger asked, holding a Pampers Trainer in her hand and showing it to Daniel.

Daniel nodded yes.

“Alright, ankles up then,” she said. Daniel complied, and felt Mrs. Krieger grab one ankle, and fit one leg hole over it. She then moved Daniel’s other ankle and fit it through the other leg hole, pulling the diaper up to his shins. “Feet down, bum up,” she commanded, like she had so many times before with her own children. Daniel felt the diaper slide up his shins, over his knees, up his thighs, and finally over his bum and penis. It felt strange, and tight.

“You can get up now,” Mrs. Krieger said, warmly.

Daniel stood up. There was a full-length mirror on the back side of the bedroom door. He could see himself, standing there, wearing thick underwear with girly pink designs. It was not unlike seeing Matthew in a diaper, but his had pink and purple characters printed all over it. His was also cloth on the outside, which was different from Matthew’s plastic Pampers. He was more than a little embarrassed. But he had done it. He was wearing a diaper. And he would be dry tomorrow morning, regardless of whether he wet himself that night.

“How do you feel?” Mrs. Krieger asked.

“A bit babyish and embarrassed. They are girl’s diapers,” Daniel answered.

“Yes, but if you pee when you’re asleep, your brain won’t consider if it’s a boy or a girl’s diaper your wearing. The diaper will keep your pee from spreading, even if it was one of Jenna’s, and made for girls. Do you understand?”

“I think so,” Daniel said. “And it will be good to know I can wake up dry tomorrow, if I wear this,” he said, feeling his diaper.

“Good,” Mrs. Krieger said. “I’ll just pull these up a bit more for you, so they fit your body better, and you are less likely to leak.” As she did this, one of the sides started to rip. The diaper was too tight!

“Tim, get the packing tape,” his Mom commanded. “It’s like when Scott tried the boys version of these. Ooops…” she trailed off, knowing she had just told Daniel the Scott wore diapers, and tried Pampers Trainers. “Let’s keep that between us,” she whispered to Daniel.

“It’s OK,” Daniel replied. “Tim told me about Scott’s diapers when we were talking in the tent. I was hoping he still had some of his ‘junior’ diapers around. It would be less embarrassing than these Trainers.”

“Sorry, but I’m sure those are gone,” Mrs. Krieger said, apologetically.

At that moment, Tim arrived with the packing tape.

“Daniel, hold that ripping side together,” Mrs. Krieger asked him, kindly. “Tim, walk around Daniel with the tape, making two laps. The diaper cannot rip open at night, if you have a tape belt holding it together.” Tim did as he was told. The diaper was on, and it was staying there.

“Tim,” Mrs. Krieger said, “when we bought the boy’s version of these to try with Scott, they leaked a lot. Do you remember what we did to stop the leaks?”

“Yes,” Tim said, a little embarrassed. “I’m sorry Daniel, but I think you will leak in these, just like Scott did. You wet very heavily at Camp Oki, so I don’t think one diaper will do. You will have to wear 2 diapers, one over the other, like Scott did, to make these work while he used up the package.”

It was too much for Daniel. He was already wearing a little girl’s diaper, taped up just to make it fit. The idea of having to wear 2 diapers at once shocked him. He had never considered it before.

“I won’t do it,” Daniel said. “Even babies don’t wear 2 diapers. Matthew never did.”

“Is Scott a baby?” Tim asked.

Tim had a point. If Scott wore 2 diapers to be dry at night, other big kids could as well. But, 2 girl diapers? Daniel pictured Jenna in her nighty. He then looked at himself in the mirror, and saw he was wearing the same girly underwear she wore to bed. It was too much.

“I want to go home,” Daniel pouted.

“Please don’t,” Tim begged. “I really want you to stay. Wearing a diaper is better than waking up in a wet sleeping bag. I promise!”

“No,” said Daniel, becoming emotional. “Perhaps if it was one of Scott’s junior diapers, or even Pampers. But these are your sister’s nighttime diapers. I don’t think you would wear your sister’s flowery girly diapers, even if you had no other choice?”

Tim considered this. Tim would never wear pink anything normally. But, in a world where the choice was between wearing his sister’s girl diapers and waking up dry, or waking up in a soaking wet bed, the choice was less obvious. It depended on the circumstances. If his family was on vacation, and he would wet a hotel bed if he didn’t wear a diaper, he might wear Jenna’s Trainers, for his Mom’s sake, if there was no other choice. He also wanted his friend to stay.

“Yes, if I had no other choice, I would still wear my sister’s diapers, rather than wake up in a wet sleeping bag tomorrow.”

Daniel couldn’t believe what Tim had just said. It wasn’t like Tim at all. Was the embarrassment of wearing his sister’s pink diapers truly less than that of waking up in a wet bed? Daniel still didn’t want to stay, if it meant wearing Jenna’s pink diapers all night, knowing Tim knew he had worn them, and maybe even wet them in his sleep. Daniel then thought if Tim thought his sister’s diapers weren’t that bad, that he should try them. That way, they were both embarrassed, and they couldn’t hold it against each other, in the future.

“Mrs. Krieger,” Daniel started, slowly “Tim has been trying to convince me all night that wearing diapers to bed is better than waking up in a wet bed. I will stay, if Tim wears Jenna’s Trainers as well; two of them, like Scott did, and like you told me I would need to now, to stay dry. That way, we both share the same embarrassing story about this sleepover.”

Mrs. Krieger didn’t know what to think about what Daniel said. Tim hadn’t worn diapers since kindergarten, and didn’t need them now. “Well, Tim, how badly do you want Daniel to stay. I won’t tell anyone, if you won’t. I’ve seen stranger things as a nurse, than boys in girls diapers. I’ll get you changed into Jenna’s Trainers as well, if you agree.”

Tim thought about what his mother said, and what Daniel was asking him to do. Daniel had been brave enough to try diapers for the first time. A girls diaper, even, just so he would be dry tomorrow morning. And if Tim didn’t join Daniel in wearing Jenna’s Trainers, he wasn’t sure what their friendship would be like, going forward. Their first sleepover would be ruined, and he wasn’t sure if Daniel would still be his friend if he said no. Daniel had shown a lot of determination, going against his previous beliefs about diapers being only for babies, to swallowed his pride, and guarantee he would wake up dry tomorrow. Daniel might have woken up soaked and miserable tomorrow morning. If Daniel would wear Jenna’s Trainer diapers to keep the sleepover going, he could too, he decided.

“I’ll do it,” Tim said. “I’ll wear 2 of my sister’s diapers tonight, just like Daniel will. I’ll suck it up and do this with you, if you stay. OK?”

“OK,” Daniel said. He wasn’t sure yet if he should be relieved or not. But his friend had just proved he was a very good friend, so Daniel furthered his ‘OK’ with an, “I will stay. Thank you, Tim.” Daniel hugged his friend like he never had before.

“Well, I’ll need one more diaper, then,” Mrs. Krieger said, leaving the room. She had only brought 3 Pampers Trainers originally, and now need 4 to finish diapering both boys. She returned shortly.

“OK, Tim, your turn,” Mrs. Krieger said, businesslike. Tim laid down on the towel. “Bum up,” she commanded, and Tim hesitantly obeyed. She took off his pyjama bottoms, followed by his underwear. He was now as naked as Daniel had been ten minutes ago, and blushing. “Bum down, ankles up,” his mother said, and Tim obeyed. She removed his pyjama bottoms and underwear from around his ankles. The next part came as a shock to Tim. He was being sprinkled with baby powder!

“Hey,” he said, angrily. “I won’t be wet tomorrow morning. I don’t need baby powder!”

“I think you do, if you are to be diapered like Daniel,” his mother said.

“I think it’s fair,” Daniel said. “Please, Tim.”

“OK,” he said, grumbling, while his mother continued diapering Tim for the first time in 4 years.

After she had finished powdering Tim’s diaper area, Tim’s Mom fit one ankle inside the trainer, and then the other. She then worked the diaper up over Tim’s shins, knees, and thighs. “Bum up,” she said, as she slid the diaper over Tim’s powdered bum and penis.

“You can stand up, now,” his mother said.

Tim looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing his pyjama tops, and one of his sister’s thick pull-on diapers, with pink bears and flowers. He felt the cloth cover with his hand, and the bulk between his legs. The bulk was less than the Pampers he had worn in kindergarten, but it was noticeable. Then the diaper began to rip at the sides.

“Tape,” Mrs. Krieger ordered. Daniel grabbed the tape. “Remember, twice around Tim’s waste, like we did with you, Daniel. Tim, hold the rip together.” Daniel and Tim did their parts, and soon Tim was taped in.

“Alright, now for the 2^nd diaper,” Mrs. Krieger said. “You can put those on like underwear, since you are both already powdered.” Both Tim and Daniel were relieved when she told them this. Suddenly, Mrs. Krieger said “wait, we forgot the holes.”

“Oh, the holes,” Tim said. “We had to poke holes in Scott’s inner diaper, so the pee would flow into the outer diaper, rather than building up inside and leaking out the legs and onto his bed. We’ll show you how. Normally, we would do this before the first diaper was on, but since we are both taped in, we’re stuck.” Tim’s Mom then proceeded to tear small holes in the diapers they were both wearing; by the penis, crotch and bum, so pee could flow between the two diapers.

“This worked for Scott,” she said. “I hope you are dry tonight, Daniel, after all of this fuss. I am glad to do it, though, and sorry that we couldn’t do better than Jenna’s Trainers.”

“It’s OK, Mrs. Krieger,” Daniel said appreciatively. “I want to wake up dry, and I feel better now, knowing Tim is also sharing in the embarrassment. Thank you, Tim.” Daniel smirked at his friend.

“You’re welcome, Daniel,” he replied. “But you owe me a big favour now.”

“OK,” Daniel said, hoping that the favour wouldn’t be as awkward as this was for Tim.

“Alright,” Mrs. Krieger said, “you can pull on the second Trainer now. Be ready with the tape. It will be tighter and rip more easily than the first.” Daniel pulled his on, and it began ripping on both sides. Mrs. Krieger grabbed one rip, and Daniel the other, while Tim taped him up. Tim then handed Daniel the tape. Daniel had to waddle over to where Tim was now trying to pull his diaper up. His didn’t tear as quickly as Daniel’s had, and soon he was secure in his thick double diaper.

They both stared at themselves in the mirror, while Mrs. Krieger sat silently, making sure everything was OK. She held in a laugh, looking at both of them wearing Jenna’s nighttime underwear. “Good thing Jenna couldn’t see them now, or she would laugh hard,” she thought to herself. “Tim did tell her they looked awfully girly the first time she wore them.”

They all then heard footsteps in the hallway. Scott then knocked, since he wanted to go to bed.

“Is it safe to come in,” he asked.

“Just a minute,” Mrs. Krieger replied. The boys got their pyjama bottoms on quickly. “We’re OK now,” she called.

Scott entered. He could smell baby powder. He could see Tim and Daniel’s diaper bulge. He smiled, but said nothing. Tim had a lot of stories he could share about Scott’s diaper days, and Scott knew it.

“Alright, boys. Goodnight!” Mrs. Krieger said.

“Goodnight, and thank you,” Daniel said back, smiling at Mrs. Krieger.

Both of them found it difficult to walk, as they waddled down the hall.

“Was it like this when you wore diapers before?” Daniel asked.

“This is harder to walk in. I never wore two diapers at once,” Tim responded.

They waddled out the back door, and back to the tent. In all, they had been in the house 30 minutes. But Daniel’s bedwetting life was about to change.

[CampersPampers1]

Chapter 13

 

When Tim and Daniel got back to their tent, they took off their shoes and got into their sleeping bags, since it was getting cooler outside.

After lying in their sleeping bags for a minute, Daniel started talking. “Does this feel like when you were diapered in kindergarten at bedtime.”

“No, this feels much thicker than the diapers I wore back then. But only because we are wearing 2. The 1^st Trainer wasn’t as thick as my old Pampers,” Tim replied.

“These are pretty thick,” Daniel responded. “I’m just glad I can’t see what I’m wearing. These girl diapers are pretty embarrassing. Thank you for doing this with me, Tim.”

“You owe me a big favour,” Tim said, though not unkindly. “But I am glad you did what you needed to do so you would wake up dry tomorrow. You’ll see it’s much better than wet sheets. I once refused to wear diapers to bed when I was 4. Mom made me go without diapers for a week. I was happy when I got to go back in Pampers at night after that.”

“I still don’t know,” Daniel said. “Maybe I have to be in a wet diaper, before I can judge whether it’s better than a wet bed.”

“Maybe,” Tim said. “Mom says some people hate diapers, even when they need them. I don’t get it myself. Jenna doesn’t hate her Trainers, though she wasn’t sure about needing diapers again with her recent bedwetting. And Scott liked being in diapers. He told me so.”

“Really?” Daniel asked.

“Yes,” Tim said. “But that was supposed to be a secret, so don’t tell anyone else.”

“OK,” Daniel promised.

Daniel and Tim talked a bit longer about Cubs and the upcoming camping trip. Soon, though, they were tired, and said goodnight to each other.

It took a while for Daniel and Tim to fall asleep. Daniel kept squeezing the thickness of his first diapers between his legs. He enjoyed the feeling. It was like wearing a security blanket, he thought. He felt the diaper bulge, and noticed how soft and pillowy his diapers felt. One thing he didn’t like, though, was how tight the diaper was. It was squeezing his waist and groin. Eventually, he fell asleep.

On the other side of the tent, Tim was remembering back to the last time his Mom diapered him. He had been dry for five days, and his Mom said they would keep the plastic sheet on his bed for another two weeks, and if he was dry, it would be removed. Tim now remembered liking when his Mom diapered him and his siblings at night. All three of them would wait their turn, holding their diapers, and waiting for their turn on the changing table, back when they had one. No one felt bad about their diapers, and everyone woke up happy and dry in the morning. Tim squeezed his diaper bulk between his legs and sighed, enjoying the sensation. But he, like Daniel, didn’t like how tight these diapers were.

 

Jenna had been awake when her mother came into her room. She said nothing, but noticed her Mom was grabbing her Pampers Trainers from the drawer, as well as baby powder. Jenna’s room was next to Scott and Tim’s room, and she could hear some of what was being said. She was wide awake when she heard Daniel say “These are pull-on diapers, right? Can’t I put them on like underwear?” She knew what was going on. Daniel wet the bed, too, and was going to wear her diapers.

Jenna had developed a crush on Daniel this last year. She liked Daniel’s looks, and Daniel was always nice to her when he came over to their house. In reality, it was just Daniel being nice. But Jenna had really come to like Daniel, even though Daniel was not trying to like her in that way, or encourage her.

Jenna continued to listen, and heard Tim say “I’ll wear 2 of my sister’s diapers tonight, just like Daniel will. I’ll suck it up and do this with you, if you stay. OK.” Jenna could barely remember Tim wearing diapers to bed at night when they were little. Now Tim was wearing diapers tonight as well, just like her crush, Daniel.

Her Mom came in, grabbed another Pampers Trainer, and left quietly. She could hear Tim and Daniel taping themselves into their Trainers. “Just like Scott,” she remembered. Then Scott came to the door of his bedroom, and knocked. The boys got dressed quickly, and walked by her bedroom door as they left the house. Her door was open a bit, and she could see that they were wearing diapers, by the bulges in their pants.

“I should go see how they did in their diapers tomorrow morning, when they wake up,” she thought. “There will be no way for them to hide then…”

 

 

Tim woke up in the middle of the night, bursting with the need to pee. It was cold in the tent, and his brain had barely alerted him to his need to relieve himself. Tim sat up, and desperately tried to get out of his sleeping bag. He was eventually successful. He then opened the tent doors to try to get his shoes on. His feet and fingers were cold, and he was desperate. He then started waddling into the woods, barefoot.

“Waddling”, Tim’s tired mind thought. Then his tired mind remembered “I’m wearing Jenna’s diapers.” He did not want to wet his diapers, so he quickly waddled over to the nearest tree, and tried to pull his diapers down so he wouldn’t wet himself. But, they were taped on, like a belt, so they would stay on without tearing apart. Tim was trapped, and desperate. “Unless,” he thought, “I get some scissors and cut myself out of these Trainers.”

Tim started waddling toward the back door of his house. The diapers held his legs apart, and the grass was wet and cold with dew. He slipped a little on the wet grass, and the floodgates opened. There was no stopping it. Tim was trapped in his sister’s diapers, wetting them, in the middle of his back yard. He continued until he was finished. He thought he may as well finish, if he was wet already. There was no hiding it. The damage was done.

Tim headed back to the tent, zipped up the door (which he had left open in his hurry), and returned to his sleeping bag. The sleeping bag felt nice and warm, as did his diapers. They had become mushed, and felt very nice when he squeezed them between his legs. “I remember this,” Tim reminisced, thinking back to what warm, freshly wet Pampers felt like, when he was little. “Thank you, Daniel, for making me do this” he thought, as he drifted back to sleep.

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That night, Daniel had a strange dream where he was being chased by a bull. The bull was fast, and kept on catching up to Daniel, no matter how fast he ran. Eventually, the bull had cornered him against a wall, and was purposefully aiming a horn at Daniel’s chest, intent on goring him.

Daniel woke up in a panic. This first thing that he realised was that he was hearing himself peeing. That panicked him more, and he instinctively tried to grab his penis to clamp down on the stream before he wet too much. But his penis was inside thick underwear.

“I’m wearing diapers,” he remembered. Rarely had Daniel been so glad. The diapers were doing their job, and they swelled up under the torrent Daniel was releasing.

When Daniel finally stopped wetting himself, he felt around his diaper area for moisture. “There are no leaks. The diapers held,” he thought to himself. He then sat up and unzipped his sleeping bag, since he was curious to see what wet diapers look like on him. It was noticeably light in the sky, so Daniel could see what had happened. The diapers looked swollen, and were yellow. He felt around his bum, and they did not feel warm or squishy back there. “I’m not as soaked as Matthew usually is in the morning,” he thought to himself. He also confirmed his sleeping was totally dry.

Daniel then heard soft footsteps outside. He wasn’t sure if it was a deer, or a human. They seemed to be getting closer.

“What’s that?” Tim said, still heavy with sleep.

Suddenly, the tent door slowly started to unzip, and Daniel could see Jenna’s face in the opening.

“Good morning, Daniel,” she said. “Nice diapers!”

[CampersPampers1]

Chapter 14

 

“Jenna, get out of here,” Tim bellowed. Daniel was incredibly embarrassed, and dove into his sleeping bag, head and all, so he couldn’t be seen. He was so embarrassed he was crying.

“It’s alright,” she said. “I heard everything last night, and saw Mom take my Trainers and the baby powder for you boys. I won’t tell anyone. I swear! Or Tim can tell all sorts of embarrassing diaper stories about me to you and my friends. Deal?”

“OK, Jenna, now go away,” Tim uttered odiously at his sister. Jenna did not understand how sensitive an issue diapers were for Daniel. She assumed Daniel had just forgotten his diapers, and borrowed hers, in desperation. She was also glad she wasn’t the only diaper-wearing bedwetter she knew. Daniel was older, and wearing diapers. It made her feel better about herself.

“But it’s cold outside the tent. Can’t I come in there with you?” She asked, sweetly.

“Ugh, fine,” Tim said. “Just get in quickly and close the door, you’re letting the hot air out.”

It was the invitation she had been waiting for. She jumped in the tent quickly and closed the door behind her. She had on her nighty, and carried a blanket with her to keep warm.

“I’m cold. Can I cuddle up to you?” She asked Daniel, kindly. 

“Why, so you can make fun of me for wearing your diapers?” Daniel replied, coldly.

“No,” Jenna said, taken aback. “I’m happy to share my diapers with you. I thought they looked cute on you when I saw them just now.”

“Sure,” Daniel said. “Like a pink doll you dressed up.”

“I think more boys should wear pink. I think pink looks good on you,” she said.

“Well I don’t,” Daniel replied, vehemently.

Jenna changed the subject. “Were they helpful? I thought they looked very yellow, when they are usually white and pink.”

“Yes, Jenna, I wet the diapers I borrowed from you, if that’s what you want to know,” Daniel replied, coolly.

“I wet my diaper too last night. I wet almost every night lately. How about you?” Jenna asked.

“I wet the bed 2-3 times per week, if you must know,” Daniel replied.

“What type of diapers do you normally wear?” Jenna asked. “When you don’t forget to bring them, I mean.”

“It’s my first time wearing diapers since I was a baby,” Daniel admitted. “Tim said that your Mom likely had some bigger diapers that would fit me, and that I should try diapers, instead of waking up in a wet sleeping bag. Unfortunately, all she had were your pink Trainers.”

“I still think they look cute on you,” Jenna said. Daniel rolled his eyes.

“Mom and Dad will be up soon,” Jenna continued. “Breakfast will be in about 45 minutes, at 8:30. Do you need anything from the house, like a bag to throw for your wet diapers in, Daniel? Or some wipes to clean yourself off?"

“Wipes would be nice,” Daniel admitted, for the first time not annoyed at Jenna that morning.

“Also, Jenna, could you bring us some scissors?” Tim asked. “We needed to tape your trainers on us last night, and will need to cut them off to take them off.

“Sure thing, Tim.” At that, Jenna walked across the lawn to get what Tim and Daniel needed from the house. She fetched a white garbage bag from their kitchen, and got some wipes from her diaper drawer. She found a good pair of scissors in the junk drawer.

In the mean time, Tim woke up and started stripping down to his diapers, so he could cut them off quickly and dispose of them.

Daniel saw Tim’s diapers. They were more yellow than his. “Did you wet your bed,” he asked.

“No,” said Tim, irritated. “I tried to go pee in the woods in the middle of the night. It was urgent, and I couldn’t get my diapers off, with all the tape we used. I tried to make it to the house to get some scissors. I slipped on the wet grass, and the floodgates released.”

“I am so sorry I got you into this,” Daniel said, feeling very remorseful for causing Tim’s accident.

“It’s OK,” Tim said. “I kind of always liked the feeling of wet diapers, and how warm and mushy they could be. I got to experience that again by helping you out. I’d do it again, if I had the chance.”

“You like wearing diapers?” Daniel asked. “Even if you don’t need them.”

“I think I do, but not all the time,” Tim explained. “I don’t want to be a bedwetter, but wearing diapers once in a while is alright, like we did last night.”

“I like them better than wet sheets,” Daniel admitted. “Even if they are pink and girly.”

At that moment, Jenna came back.

“I like diapers more than wet sheets, too,” Jenna broke in. “And pink and girly is what makes my Trainers diapers special.”

“Thank you, Jenna,” Tim said, somewhat irked by her interruption.

“Tim, you’re wet too. Did you wet the bed?” She asked.

“No, Jenna,” Daniel explained. “Because we taped on your Trainers, Tim couldn’t take his diapers off to pee last night. He had an accident trying to get to the house to cut them off with scissors before he peed himself.”

Jenna laughed, and Tim glared at her. “Too bad, Daniel,” she said. “If Tim starts wetting the bed again, you might be able to borrow some boys Trainers from him. Scott’s had dinosaurs on them.”

“Thank you, Jenna,” Tim said, growing irritated. “Trainers don’t fit us, so Mom won’t get those for us. She’d get junior diapers, like Scott had. We’re going to cut our trainers off now. We’ll be naked, so please go.”

“Alright, I’ll let you take your diapers off. But I want to come back in the tent with you once your dressed again. It’s fun being out here,” Jenna stated, matter-of-factly. She exited the tent, and they heard her take a few steps away.

Quickly, Tim showed Daniel how to cut his diapers off. “Scott had to do the same thing while he finished his pack of Trainers,” Tim explained. Tim lined the scissors up with Daniel’s side at the top of the leg hole, and started cutting up toward his waist. In a few snips, his one leg was free. A few more cuts on the other side, and the diaper dropped to the floor with a thud. Daniel quickly pulled up his pyjama bottoms to conceal his nakedness.

“Now you do me,” Tim said. In a minute both sets of diapers were on the floor of the tent. Since Tim knew how to roll and bag diapers, he put all the Trainers into the garbage bag. Daniel was already wiping down his diaper area with wipes, like Matthew had done yesterday morning. He handed the wipes to Tim, who did likewise. Tim twisted the bag shut, opened the tent door, and left the bag in the tent vestibule. It stank of pee.

Jenna then leaned in the tent’s outer door. “I have some more garbage for you,” she said, holding her wet Pampers Trainer up. “And could you pass the wipes, please? I’ll wipe myself inside the tent vestibule, after both doors are closed, and you boys can’t see.”

“Jenna, why did you wear your Trainers out here?” Tim asked, perplexed.

“Well,” she said, “it was already wet, and girls can’t pee in the woods. It came in handy. I just used it, and didn’t have to go back to the house to pee.”

“I guess I can’t talk,” Tim said. “I peed myself in the yard this morning, too.”

Tim handed Jenna the wipes, and closed the door. In a minute, she entered the tent again, and sat near Daniel.

“Did you have fun at Tim’s sleepover?” she asked.

“Yes,” Daniel replied, “but it was more of an adventure than I thought it would be.”

Just then, Mrs. Krieger walked up to the tent. “Breakfast will be ready in 15 minutes. Be ready and at the table if you want it hot!”

The 3 of them exited the tent. Mrs. Krieger pulled Daniel aside for a moment. “How are you this morning, Daniel?” she asked. “Did you sleep well?”

“Very well. Warm and dry” Daniel replied, beaming a big smile back at her. Mrs. Krieger knew what Daniel meant, and felt relieved he had had a good time.