TWO THOUSAND MILES IN DIAPERS: PART 1
Jeremy was a ten-year-old boy with a weak bladder. He
was able to get to bathrooms easily enough during the day,
but at night he had to wear diapers. Every night he would
get several thick layers of cloth tightly pinned around his
body and then wear big, bulky, noisy plastic pants over
them. He wore no pajamas, just the shirt he had been wearing
that day and his diapers. He didn't like having his
thirteen-year-old sister Jody see him every night in
diapers, but he was used to it as was she, especially since
they had to share the same bedroom in their small rental
As their mother often had to work long hours on the
swing shift at the nearby diner, Jody often had to diaper
him up every night. Their father put in long hours at his
job, too and was rarely home to see the kids for more than a
couple hours before they had to go to bed. Most of the time
Jeremy was already in his diapers by the time his father
Jeremy and Jody were both born and raised in suburban
New York City. Jeremy was in the fourth grade and his sister
was in the seventh grade. When Jeremy got to school he dealt
with many of the same problems the inner city kids faced in
their schools. The bathroom was a dreadful place, for one
thing. Kids would go in there to buy and sell drugs and
cause trouble for the others who just needed to take a leak
or a dump. Jeremy hated walking into the bathrooms, but he
had to either use them or he would pee his pants.
Things changed for the worst for Jeremy one day when he
went into the bathroom, desperately in need of a urinal, and
was confronted by a group of sixth-grade boys. They had
asked him to try taking some drugs, but Jeremy knew better
and refused. When he showed his resistance, the boys
wouldn't let him leave the bathroom. He tried to escape
their blockade, but the boys held him back. When Jeremy
threatened to tattle on the bullies for their drugs and for
harassing him they beat up on him. They punched him in the
face, kicked him while he was lying on the floor, and they
stole his lunch money for that entire week. His jacket and
his shirt were torn. He was given a wedgie so hard that it
ripped the waistband away from the seat of his underpants.
By the time the episode was over his face was swollen and he
had a black eye and a bloody nose. Tears streamed from his
eyes as they diluted the crimson deposits of dried blood
around his mouth.
The worst part of this tormenting was that he ended up
wetting his pants. He had to wear them wet for the entire
day. His classmates caused him unbearable humiliation as the
crotch and legs of his pants were soaked in urine. He went
home from school that day and came into his house crying. He
humbly explained the situation to his sister Jody, who got
home from school just before he did. His pants had dried by
then and he didn't tell her about the wetting.
"Just take a stand against them!" she said to her
"They're sixth graders, and they're big and they carry
"Why don't you tell the principal?"
"That's why they beat me up, I was gonna tell on them!"
"Well, you can't stay away from the bathrooms, not with
your problems," Jody said. "I'd hate to see you wet your
pants in school."
"Well, actually..." Jeremy started to tell her.
"You did, didn't you?"
"Yes!" Jeremy said, burying his crying face into his
"You may have to wear your diapers to school," Jody
"No! I won't wear diapers to school!" Jeremy refused.
"What else are you going to do?"
"I dunno," he said as he sat down in the chair and
continued to cry.
"Why don't you go change your pants?" Jody suggested.
"That'll make you feel better."
When Jeremy went into his bedroom he stripped off his
jeans and tried to locate one of the other pairs he had, but
his mom had taken them to the laundromat that day on her
only day off that week. Jeremy was forced to sit around in
his briefs until his mom returned.
Jeremy was too upset to explain what happened to him so
Jody told their mom instead.
"He got beat up in the bathroom at school," Jody
explained. "So he wet his pants because he was afraid to go
in there again."
"Oh gosh!" his mom said.
"I'm sorry, mom!" Jeremy cried some more. "They're
gonna beat me up again! I just know they will! They tried to
make me take drugs, and then I tried to get away from them
and then they beat me up!"
"Can't you go to the bathroom at another time?" his mom
"No! The teacher won't let us leave class!"
"Well, just be careful when you go in. If you see
anybody you don't like, just leave and find another
"Those kids are all over the school, Mom! Everywhere
you go, it's drugs and guns and knives and...sniff...I hate
it here! I wish we could move!"
"Well, we're pretty much stuck here, I'm afraid. I hate
it, too. I wish we never left Boise when your father and I
got married," their mom said. "Here's your pants," she said
as she handed him a dry pair.
Jeremy could never again feel safe when going into a
school bathroom after such a horrifying experience. He
feared that the boys were going to attack him again, and
just when he thought he had overcome his developing fear of
the bathroom and returned, the same boys were in there. When
Jeremy saw them he immediately retreated and fled as the
boys began to chase him down the hall. His fears were
renewed and they intensified to the point that Jeremy
avoided restrooms completely. He was not allowed to go
during class since students abused this time for trading
drugs and engaging in other illicit activities that were all
too common in the school.
Jeremy always needed to be near a bathroom and use it
often during the day, lest he wet his pants. His fears
prevented him from entering the dank, smelly, graffiti-laden
and filthy restrooms. As a result, Jeremy's weak bladder
could not withstand having to hold urine for such a long
time. He found out the hard way what happened when he didn't
get to the bathroom. He tried asking his teacher to make an
exception for him and allow him to use the bathroom when no
other students were present, but since students had used
bathroom breaks during class for illicit activities, this
was strictly forbidden in the school. He asked teachers to
escort him into the bathroom during recess and lunch, but
nobody would accommodate his request. The teachers already
had their hands full maintaining order with the other
It was the third time that Jeremy came home from school
with wet pants, even though precautions were taken by then
to prevent the problem, mainly, limiting his intake of
fluids, which worked to an extent. His Mom had already left
to go to work. The father worked just as long of a shift at
the factory. As usual, only Jody was there to greet Jeremy
and deal with his problem.
"You did it again!" Jody exclaimed as Jeremy walked
into the house bawling like a baby. "This is third time
you've peed your pants at school!"
"I don't know what to do!" Jeremy sobbed. "I can't go
in the bathroom anymore!"
"Either you have to overcome this fear or you'll have
to start wearing diapers to school, too!"
"No!" Jeremy screamed.
"Fine! Wet your pants in school! I don't know what else
I can do to help!" Jody hollered in frustration. "You know,
you don't have to wear the same diapers to school as you
wear to bed. I know your pants would never fit over those.
I'll pick up some Goodnites at the store and you can start
Jeremy hesitated and thought for a moment. He
remembered seeing Goodnites advertised on TV. They were
supposed to be discreet, look like real underwear and they
"virtually disappeared under pajamas." He decided this would
be better than wetting his pants in school.
He went with Jody to the store to buy groceries. While
they were there they went down the diaper aisle and located
the Goodnites. Jody picked up a package and handed it to
Jeremy. Jeremy looked around him, hoping that nobody was
watching. He quickly glanced over the package and then threw
it in the cart so it would blend in with the cart's other
"Well, do you think they'll work for you?" Jody asked.
"I think so," Jeremy answered quietly.
After they returned home Jody pulled the Goodnites out
of the bag and tossed the package to Jeremy.
"Here, why don't you try one now?" Jody suggested.
"Now?" Jeremy asked.
"Might as well find out how they're going to work
before you go to school."
Jeremy went back into this bedroom and exchanged his
underwear for one of the Goodnites. He pulled one of the
garments out of the pack and slipped one of them on, just
like it was a pair of underpants. He then pulled his jeans
up over them. When he went back out to the front room Jody
told him to remove his pants.
"Why?" Jeremy asked.
"I want to be able to see if they leak on you. Besides,
how many times have I seen you in your cloth diapers-- like
Jeremy blushed as he took his pants off and strutted
around in his Goodnites. Jody then gave him a large glass of
water to drink so the test of the Goodnites could be
expedited. Jeremy sipped the water down and then went about
his usual activities of watching cartoons and reading books.
It wasn't too long before Jeremy felt that he needed to
go to the bathroom. He started to go into the bathroom, but
Jody told him he needed to pee in his Goodnites to see how
they worked. She told him to try holding it until he
couldn't hold it any longer since this was what he would
probably do in class. Jeremy sat back down and waited for
the pressure to increase in his system. When it reached an
uncomfortable level he released the flow into the Goodnites.
They soaked up the urine and the chair beneath him remained
dry. Jody looked closely at his crotch and told him to open
his legs so she could check his Goodnites. She ran her hand
over the front of the garment and unintentionally detected
an erection underneath. She pulled away, knowing that he was
embarrassed for having her feel it.
"Feels dry. See how much more it can take."
"I want to change now," he said.
"And where are you going to change at school? The
bathroom? Sort of defeats the purpose of wearing them, and
you won't go in there anymore."
A couple hours later Jeremy needed to pee again. This
time the Goodnites leaked urine out of them and they became
too saturated to take any more wetting.
"As long as you don't drink a lot, I think you can make
it through a school day," Jody said. "Maybe," she said to
herself as if to be having doubts that they would hold up
for an entire day.
By then it was about 8:00 at night, which was when
Jeremy was usually put into his nighttime diapers. They were
much thicker than his Goodnites, especially since Jody
always put several layers on him.
When the morning came Jeremy was taken out of his
soaked diapers by his Mom. She noticed the opened package of
Goodnites sitting on top of his dresser and asked where they
"We got them at the store yesterday," Jeremy said.
"Jody said I should try wearing them to school."
"Okay," his mom agreed. "I suppose that's better than
coming home in wet pants." She put away the briefs she was
about to give Jeremy and handed him one of the Goodnites
instead. He slipped them on and went off to school, feeling
somewhat confident now that he would make it through the day
without getting his pants wet.
In spite of having some protection underneath his
pants, Jeremy's classmates still teased him about his recent
wetting episodes. He felt nervous when he felt the first
signs of needing to pee building in his bladder. When the
bell rang for recess that morning he walked out to the
playground and went to a corner where he stood and let the
wetness pour into his Goodnites. He looked around to see if
anyone was nearby, and upon confirmation that he was alone
he unzipped his pants and examined the garment. It was dry
on the outside and it looked like it was holding up for the
first wetting. The only thing that concerned Jeremy now was
that it was only 10:00 in the morning and he had another
five hours to go. He wasn't sure his Goodnites could last
At around lunchtime Jeremy was faced with having to pee
again. He thought about going into the bathroom, but when he
approached the door he felt himself tremble and shake,
recalling what happened just a few days ago. He couldn't go
in there, especially since he could hear several other boys
making a ruckus. He walked back outside and returned to his
corner on the playground where some third grade girls were
playing. He slowly let the stream out of his body, but the
Goodnites reached a saturation point and they began to leak.
A smaller, but noticeable spot appeared on the front of his
jeans, enough to draw the attention of the girls. They
giggled and pointed at Jeremy as he walked away crying.
Everyone taunted Jeremy, who felt that there was no hope for
him but to get some bigger pants and wear his night diapers
Jody proposed another solution. She had Jeremy try
wearing a few extra pairs of underpants over his Goodnites
so that they could absorb any leakage. This arrangement
would make things thicker underneath his pants and more
diaper-like, and the added bulk would show. He was able to
get five pairs of underwear on over his Goodnites before his
pants could no longer fit. Jody made Jeremy go around
without his pants again so she could see how effective this
method would be. Just like she did before, Jody gave him
extra "doses" of water, giving him more this time. After two
good wettings, the Goodnites were wet and they soaked
through into the briefs, though they helped to absorb what
would have otherwise gone into Jeremy's pants had he been
Jody decided to see what could happen if Jeremy wet
into them a third time. In the middle of dinner Jeremy
looked at her and said, "oh, oh,"
"What? You need to go again? Then go!"
"No, I need to go the other way," Jeremy said quietly.
"You need to poop?"
Jeremy nodded his head.
"Well, just let it go. You poop in your diapers, too,
and this will let us see how well Goodnites work for Number
Jeremy slowly released his stools and they smeared into
the seat of his Goodnites. He felt the sticky glob spreading
all over his backside. The smell wafted into the air and
didn't blend well with the eating atmosphere. Jeremy then
finished his meal and went into the bathroom to clean up and
take a bath. When he took his underpants and his Goodnites
off he noted how his bowel movement covered the entire back
half of the Goodnites and spilled out into his briefs,
though the legs and above the waist. He got the stinky mess
cleaned off of him before he jumped into the bathtub.
Several small fragments of fecal matter were floating around
in the bath water by the time he was finished.
He left the bathroom and walked through the house naked
as he carried the soiled pair of Goodnites to the trash. He
pulled them out of the set of underpants that were still
bunched together from taking them off at the same time. Jody
asked him how they did and Jeremy said, "they didn't." Jody
looked inside his underwear and saw the spillage near the
leg openings and the waist. The stool residue was thin and
runny-looking, an indication that Jeremy was getting
diarrhea again, so she diapered her brother extra thickly
The next morning came and Jeremy's mom faced the
unpleasant task of changing his diarrhea-filled diapers.
Because he had his diapers on so thick his mom didn't even
know he had diarrhea until she got to the inner layers of
his diapers. Things were running behind schedule and Jeremy
had to hurry with getting himself cleaned up again before
going to school. When he got dressed he put on a pair of
Goodnites and five clean pairs of underwear. He barely got
his pants over his underwear and the waistbands showed two
inches above his pants. Three waistbands were exposed in the
rear. His pants bulged out enough that a casual observer
could see that he had more padding underneath, and those who
did notice laughed at him. Some thought he was wearing
diapers, but when they saw that he just had several pairs of
briefs on-- not knowing a pair of Goodnites was farther down
inside-- they ridiculed him for wearing his underwear in
this fashion. The extra pairs helped to absorb what the
Goodnites alone didn't catch, but it wasn't enough to keep
his pants from getting wet.
The only thing left to do, short of Jeremy wearing
larger pants to fit over his diapers, was for him to wear
his plastic pants over the Goodnites and extra pairs of
underwear. Jody had him try his plastic pants on, but
without the huge bulk of his diapers, only a large pillow of
air surrounded Jeremy's body with the tight waistband and
leg bands holding it inside. The plastic pants went up far
too high on his body to be worn comfortably with the
waistband running just below the nipples on his chest, and
they were too noisy to walk around in. They would also be a
big distraction in the classroom. Jody thought of one other
option, stuffing a couple more pairs of folded briefs inside
of the Goodnites to serve as doublers. Jeremy didn't really
care anymore what he had to wear to school since everyone
knew he was a pantswetter. This was proven to be the most
effective way to deal with Jeremy's wetting problem, and
while his pants remained dry throughout the school day, it
created even more laundry.
Jeremy's mom continued to buy Goodnites for him to wear
to school, but she hoped he would overcome his fear of the
bathrooms there. She told him that with the money she had
been spending on Goodnites she could have just as easily
bought a bigger pair of pants and made Jeremy wear his
regular diapers all day. If it weren't for the fact that
school was about to get out for the summer, she would have
started sending Jeremy to school in his enormous cloth
diapers. She did inform him, however, that this would be the
case upon returning to school next fall if he wasn't going
to use the restrooms at school. Jeremy didn't foresee any
hope of his situation ever changing. He was only in the
fourth grade and he still had eight years to go.
THOUSAND MILES IN DIAPERS: PART 2
Jeremy was so excited to hear the big news one hot July
Afternoon. In the midst of his prospects of possibly
attending school next year in his thick cloth diapers, he
found out that he and his family were going to be moving. He
didn't know where they were going, but he looked forward to
leaving the city and the school where he carried the
indelible reputation of being a pants-pisser.
The decision to move was prompted by a letter that the
father received from his own parents back in Boise, Idaho.
Both of Jeremy's parents had grown up in Boise and they
moved to New York fifteen years ago when they got married.
They both had come from dysfunctional families. The father
never got along with his family and they didn't agree with
his decision to get married, so he eloped with his
girlfriend, now his wife.
The father suffered an abusive childhood. He was a
bedwetter until age seven. Whenever he wet the bed he was
spanked and brutally beaten and then put into diapers. This
was just one of several issues that built up such a great
resentment that the father decided to get married as soon as
he could so he could get away from his parents. The day he
turned eighteen he dropped out of school, eloped and took
off for New York City with his wife-to-be.
The mom's childhood wasn't much better. Her own mother
was a single parent until she got married. Her mother later
died in a car accident when she was sixteen and was forced
to spend two years in the custody of her stepfather, who she
highly detested. He was drunk all the time and didn't give a
damn about her well-being. She was only seventeen when she
moved out and fled with her boyfriend to New York, assuring
them a safe distance from their former custodians.
Because of the bitter relations of the past and the
fact that Jeremy's family had no telephone, letters were the
only means of communication between Boise and New York City
and were seldom sent. His father's parents had asked for
forgiveness for everything they had done and they invited
the family to "come home", back to Boise, Idaho. At the
bottom it read, "if you're at all serious about coming home,
I'll be expecting you in a couple weeks. If I don't see you,
then, well, have a great life in New York."
The letter touched upon Jeremy's father as he read it
and wiped a tear from his eye. While the letter was warm and
inviting, it also reflected the stern and stingy ways of
Jeremy's grandfather. He would allow the family to stay at
his house for a couple nights but they would be responsible
for finding a place to live and other expenses. Jeremy's dad
didn't have long to make a decision to retain his welcome on
Jeremy and Jody looked forward to seeing their
grandparents for the first time. It was agreed that time had
healed the scars of the past and so it was time to make
amends. Everyone was also tired of the crime, pollution,
noise and crowding in the city. Jeremy looked forward to
entering a new school with a clean slate. Maybe he could
make some friends and at least be liked by somebody.
By the end of July the family moved out of their rental
house. In the meantime they had packed only the items they
needed to take with them and those which were of sentimental
value. The rest of it was sold off or given away. As the
house they rented was furnished, they didn't need to move
any chairs, couches or beds.
Jeremy's clothes were the last thing of his to be
packed. He watched his Mom as she packed away his pants,
shirts, socks and underwear into one box. In another larger
box went his diapers. Each one was neatly folded and stacked
atop one another, filling the box completely. All of the
diapers showed signs of wear. They were fluffy and soft from
being washed so many times. Every one of them had lost their
virgin white gleam and appeared grayish and dingy. They were
marked with stains from Jeremy's wetting and messing into
them. His huge pairs of plastic pants were placed atop these
in the box. The other supplies such as the powder, wipes and
the container of safety pins went in last.
Jeremy knew what limits his weak bladder imposed upon
him in school when he used to use the bathroom there. Now he
was faced with a situation in which his bladder's capacity
had yet to be tested. He was about to embark on a journey
across the United States in the confinement of a car. He
convinced his parents that he would do okay without wearing
diapers in spite of his own doubts. Since his diapers were
so thick, he couldn't wear any pants over them and he didn't
want to be stuck in the car with his diapers fully exposed
to anyone who saw him along the way.
"Okay, we'll start out without putting you in diapers,"
Jeremy's mom said, "but if we think you need them, then you
*will* wear them, understand?"
"Yes, mom," Jeremy replied.
"We'll be driving over two thousand miles, you
"Two thousand miles?" Jeremy gasped, surprised that he
would be traveling such a long distance with his family.
"Oh yes, Boise is a long ways from here."
"How long will it take?"
"If we drive day and night, about three days. We won't
be making many stops, just for gas and groceries. No
restaurants, no motels-- so, are you sure you can handle
Jeremy said "yes", but he wasn't so sure himself that
he would make it without any accidents in his pants.
Early the next morning Jeremy was taken out of his wet
diapers, which were given a quick wash in the bathtub so the
family wouldn't have to endure the odor during the long ride
in the station wagon. It was an older car and everyone felt
skeptical as to whether or not it could survive the trip out
west. Even after they had sold off several things they had
still kept enough stuff to fill every available space in and
on the car. Their belongings were strapped to the top of the
station wagon, stuffed into the rear compartment and some of
them were even piled into the back seat. This arrangement
forced Jeremy and Jody to sit closely next to each other.
They made one more stop for some food and drinks before
leaving New York City. They had trouble getting the car
started as they were leaving the grocery store, further
arousing uncertainty as to how far they would make it on
their journey given such early indications of the car's
condition. After several stubborn tries, they got the car
running again and headed out of New York City westbound on
Interstate 80. By 8:00 A.M. they were finally on the road.
Jeremy took one last look at New York City's skyline
disappearing into the distance.
Because of Jeremy's weak bladder, being confined to a
car for such extended periods made it difficult for Jeremy
to sit comfortably without feeling his bladder filling up so
quickly. The hot weather and the lack of air conditioning in
the car had everyone drinking plenty of fluids to keep cool.
Even at the time of morning that it was before the day
turned hot, Jeremy was thirsty and had already drank some
water and a can of pop. They had hardly gone thirty miles
when Jeremy requested that his dad stop the car.
"I need to go to the bathroom, dad", the boy whined.
"Can it wait until I stop for gas?" his dad asked his
"No, it can't!"
"You're gonna have to hold it! You told us you could
handle this trip without your diapers!"
Jeremy settled back down in his seat and sighed. He
knew his time was running out quickly before peeing his
A few miles later the boy's voice rang out again.
"Aww, dammit, okay, I'll stop!" Jeremy's dad grumbled.
He then reluctantly pulled out of the heavy freeway
traffic and stopped on the shoulder of the busy highway.
Jeremy located a grouping of bushes where he could empty his
bursting bladder. As Jeremy returned to the car his dad was
trying to start it again. He was cursing and hitting the
steering wheel out of frustration.
"Dammit! I can't get the son of a bitch to start!" his
angry dad yelled. "This is another reason I don't want to
After several more tries he got the car running again
and the family continued on their trek. For another hour
things were going smoothly and the next fillup was still a
couple hours of driving away, but Jeremy couldn't hold his
bladder for that long as he needed to pee again. He knew
that his dad wouldn't want to stop again, but Jeremy
couldn't ignore the feeling of needing to pee.
"Maybe if you didn't drink so much damn pop that would
help!" his dad shouted impatiently back to him.
"It's hot and I'm thirsty! I have to!"
"Can you wait until we fill up?" his dad asked.
"But dad, *I* am filling up!" the boy pleaded.
"Besides, what if you need to go? Or mom? Or Jody?"
"Everyone will use a bathroom when I fill up the tank,
but that's it! We discussed this before we left!"
Jeremy sat in his seat and grimaced as the pressure
intensified in his bladder. Jeremy tried to hold his pee as
long as he could, hoping the next gas stop would be coming
up soon. The tank was still registering almost half full, so
he knew it would be awhile longer before his dad would stop
the car. Jeremy couldn't stand the pain and was in a
desperate need of relieving himself.
"I can't hold it any longer, dad!", he cried in a
strained voice. "I've gotta go really bad! Pleeez!"
"Oh, for God's sake!" his dad exclaimed. He abruptly
hit the brakes and slowed down the car and pulled it off to
the shoulder. The car behind them almost plowed into their
car and its driver flipped them the bird.
"Make it fast!" his dad shouted as Jeremy threw open
the back door and walked against the dangerous approaching
traffic to get to a small ditch just off the road, the only
such place around he could have any privacy. He stepped over
a barbed wire fence and ripped his already shabby-looking
pants, but he didn't care. He was just glad to avoid peeing
his pants. After trudging through some mud and tall,
scratchy weeds, Jeremy found the spot he sought to be out of
view of dozens of passing motorists.
Jeremy could hear his dad trying to start the car again
as he walked towards the vehicle and got into the back seat.
He knew he had blown his last chance to request a roadside
stop. As Jeremy expected, his dad was highly agitated by the
car's stubborn ignition. He feared that his dad would yell
at him for making him stop so often, and he was right.
"No more stops, Jeremy!" his dad yelled. "I can't deal
with getting this damn car started again every time you need
Luckily the car started again and the family was able
to return to the road. They had traveled over 200 miles
before making the first fuel stop in central Pennsylvania.
When the father pulled up to the fuel pump he said, "this is
your only chance for a bathroom for awhile, Jeremy, so you'd
better use it."
Jody and her mom had gotten out and gone into the
restroom to take care of their own full bladders. Jeremy
didn't need to go now, but he decided that he should try to
eliminate anything he had in his system since he knew his
dad wasn't going to let him out of the car anymore.
Jeremy entered the restroom and stepped up to a urinal.
He tried to eliminate any pee that he may have built up
since the last stop but he could only produce a trickle. As
he was leaving the restroom his dad came in and confronted
"You *did* go, didn't you?" his dad asked.
"Yes Dad," Jeremy responded on his way back out to the
After the car was filled up the family resumed their
drive in their old station wagon. It took a few tries to get
the car started, and once it did, Jeremy's dad turned around
and looked at him straight in the eyes and said, "now, until
this gas gauge says 'empty', I am not stopping this car!
"Yes, dad," Jeremy answered quietly. His dad hit the
accelerator and returned to the highway.
Jeremy managed to survive the next couple hours of the
drive comfortably, but then he felt his bladder filling up
again. He looked up towards the front of the car and noted
that the fuel gauge was still a long ways from registering
empty. He hoped that he could hold it until then. As the
discomfort built up in his body, Jeremy felt desperate. He
knew he was risking having his dad yell at him, but the boy
didn't know what else to do.
"Dad?" he asked.
"I know, I know! You need me to stop!" his irritated
dad snapped. "I told you, NO! NO! NO! I said it and I meant
it, no more roadside stops! Period! I don't want to stop
this car any more than I have to!"
Jeremy sighed in despair, knowing that he would surely
wet himself now. He tried with all his might to hold back
the flood that was about to occur in his pants. He looked
over at Jody, who acknowledged his discomfort and knew what
was about to happen.
Jeremy couldn't take it any longer. He had to let his
urine stream go loose and as he did, he soaked his pants all
the way down the legs and back into his rear end, getting
the car seat wet.
"Mom! Dad!" Jody yelled. "Jeremy peed his pants!"
"Terrific!" the dad shouted. "Since he can't make it
between fuel stops like the rest of us then I say we put him
back in his diapers! He can sit back there in his wet pants
until we stop!"
His mom turned around and looked at Jeremy. She said,
"Remember what we told you?"
Jeremy nodded his headed and sobbed as he knew what
lied ahead for the remainder of the trip. He began crying as
he felt he could do nothing about his wetting situation. He
just wanted to get this miserable long, slow car trip over
with soon. Each mile passed by ever so slowly as Jeremy
awaited the next fuel stop. He knew that when they got to
the gas station at which they stopped in Youngstown, Ohio,
just beyond the Ohio-Pennsylvania border, he would get put
Jody and her mom left the car to use the restroom while
the father pumped gas into the car. Jeremy rummaged through
the pile of boxes in the back of the car and on the seat
hoping to locate the box that contained his pants so he
could change out of the wet pants he was wearing. The father
finished pumping gas and opened the car door to ask Jeremy
what he was after.
"I'm looking for my clothes dad; I need to change my
pants," the boy said.
"Leave that stuff alone!" his dad shouted. "Your mother
and sister will take care of you when they get back!"
Meanwhile the father went inside the store to pay for
the gas and to use the bathroom. He didn't even ask Jeremy
if he needed to go. Jeremy did need to pee, but he was too
embarrassed to enter the building wearing piss-soaked jeans.
Jody soon returned from the bathroom and walked up to the
back of the car and rooted around through the boxes.
"Can you find my pants, please?" Jeremy asked his
"That's not what I'm after," Jody replied. "Mom told me
to put your diapers on you, so I'm getting those!"
Jody did not carry any sympathy in her voice and she
acted as if she agreed that her brother be diapered for the
rest of the trip westward. Jeremy knew he had no choice, so
he didn't argue over the issue of wearing diapers for the
car trip, but he felt so awkward to be in a public place
such as the busy gas station with motorists zipping in and
out. Just as their parents returned to the car, Jody had
located the box that contained Jeremy's diapers and brought
it up to the back seat.
The car was driven over to a small shaded picnic area
in the corner of the gas station lot where they could eat
and Jeremy could get diapered. The mother got some food
ready to serve while Jody had Jeremy lie down on the grass
and await his diapering. Jeremy hoped that the people
entering and exiting from the station were not looking over
at him in such a compromising state. He had taken off his
pants and his dingy, yellow- stained briefs and lied on the
ground naked with grass blades poking lightly into the
tender skin of his bottom. Just as she had done at home,
Jody ensured that Jeremy's bum was powdered up generously
since he would have to wear the diapers for several hours
before he would be changed.
Jody prepared two of the thick, heavy white diapers and
put them underneath Jeremy's bottom. She triple-pinned each
side of the diapers and then unfolded the big plastic pants
that would soon enshroud the white layers of cloth that
surrounded Jeremy's skinny body. She pulled the big pair of
plastic pants up, running them over his stick-like legs and
snapping the tight waistband over his stomach. The leg bands
left abrasions around the tops of Jeremy's thighs as they
sealed up his bottom and his crotch from leakage. The
plastic pants fit so tightly at the legs and the elastic was
cutting a red ring around Jeremy's upper thighs. Jody went
around him and tucked in the diapers where they were
sticking up out of the plastic pants. Several people had
driven by and saw the boy standing there in such thick
diapers around his butt.
Jeremy wanted to go back into the car and sit down
where he was out of view of the other people, but Jody
dragged him over to the picnic table where the parents got
out the food and told him it was time to eat now.
"I want my pants!" Jeremy cried as he was being led by
his older sister.
"They're not going to fit, Jeremy!" Jody said. "Your
diapers are much too thick! You know that!"
Jeremy started crying as he planted his amply-padded
rear down on the bench in plain view of the people going in
and coming out of the station. He ate his sandwiches and
potato chips in spite of how terribly embarrassed he felt to
be in public wearing diapers. Jeremy knew he was being
stared at as people went by, but he faced away from the
driveway of the gas station to avoid looking at others. His
white-diapered rear end contrasted so brightly against his
After the family packed things up they headed back out
to the highway and continued on their trek through Ohio.
Jeremy tried to sit comfortably in the car with a thick
bunch of diapers underneath him and around him. He tried to
close his legs and keep the wide, thick crotch out of Jody's
view, but he could not close his legs or do anything to hide
any portion of his diapers. His shirt had ridden up and
exposed the high rise of the diapers on his body. Jody was
looking at him, proud of the way she diapered him and
feeling glad that she wasn't the one having to wear them.
Jeremy later got settled down and resigned himself to
having to wear diapers for the remainder of the trip. He
grabbed the road map and looked at it. He traced the route
they were traveling and located eastern Ohio. The trip
seemed like it had taken forever already. Jeremy couldn't
believe that they had only traveled such a relatively short
distance so far on their way to Idaho. Boise was still over
two thousand miles away, and for Jeremy, it would be two
thousand slowly passing miles in diapers.
Just a few miles after they had left Youngstown, Jeremy
felt his need to pee intensifying. Even though he was
tightly bound into his diapers, his first inclination was to
ask his dad to stop, which he knew now would have been
completely pointless. Jeremy's weak bladder couldn't take
too much more of the pressure and he let his urine stream
flow into the thirsty wall of cloth that ran over his
stomach and through his crotch. Jeremy was used to getting
changed in the mornings and he never had to go for several
hours while sitting awake in wet diapers, but this time he
would need to get used to the wet sensation for a lot
longer. Jeremy felt frustrated being unable to alleviate the
itching he felt in his diapers as the wetness irritated his
skin. He asked his dad when he could be changed.
"Let your sister check you at the next gas station and
she'll decide when you're ready to be changed," his dad said
as he continued driving, keeping his eyes focused on the
endless road ahead.
"Those diapers ought to last awhile," Jody assured him.
"Besides, we don't want your dirty diapers stinking up the
car, you know."
The trip was going to take even longer than Jeremy
expected. The father had taken a detour through Akron and
then drove along a rural route to avoid the toll highway and
the traffic in the larger cities that skirted Northern Ohio.
It was getting dusk by the time they reached the western
edge of Ohio and made their next fuel stop, having traveled
about 700 miles so far.
Jeremy was hoping that he would soak his diapers enough
to warrant a change, but Jody didn't think he needed it.
After she returned from the restroom she made him step out
of the car and stand before her where she could check him in
the bright lights above the pumps where another family could
see him as plain as day in his diapers. She ran her hand
along the front of his diapers, examining the thick, soaked
layers and decided that his diapers were good for awhile.
Jeremy wondered when he would be changed since it was now
"Are we stopping for the night?" Jeremy asked his mom.
"No, I'm taking over the driving overnight and your
father will rest," she answered. Since the mother had gotten
used to working the swing shift at the diner she was better
acclimated to the late hours.
"Who's gonna change me?" Jeremy whined.
"Jody, if she doesn't go to sleep back there. I'll be
driving, and your dad isn't about to crawl back there and
change you. He doesn't change your diapers, anyway."
Everyone got back into the car and they continued on
their westbound journey through Indiana in the dark of the
moonless night. The father had fallen asleep as well as
Jody, whose head was resting against Jeremy's shoulder.
Jeremy was still wide awake, unable to sleep in the car. He
wanted to get his wet diapers off but he felt so helpless.
He tried to get comfortable and he hoped that he could
At one point he did get himself comfortable enough,
only to realize that now he had a bowel movement on its way
out of his body. Jeremy only wore his diapers for bedwetting
and only pooped in them occasionally, usually when he was
going through one of his bouts of diarrhea. He tried to
suppress the urge and he was normally able to do this by
squeezing his legs together, but his diapers were so thick
and nothing he could do could bring his buttocks any closer
together. He tried sitting on his heel, which was a trick he
employed at school to avoid having to poop in the restrooms
there and stink them up and cause him embarrassment. He
realized that his diapers were much too thick and his heel-
sitting method of delaying a bowel movement was ineffective.
Jeremy knew he would eventually dump his load into the
diapers, adding to the wetness he had felt in them for the
last six or seven hours. He wanted to stave off having to
poop in them for as long as possible since he knew a long
night of driving lied ahead and the sooner he pooped the
longer he would have to sit in his mess.
Jeremy couldn't hold his poop in any longer and a large
pile of crap spewed out of his bottom and spread all over
his buttocks. His tight, thick diapers gave his poop little
room to flow and it spread up into his crotch and smothered
his balls. A loud fart accompanied his release as did a
strong odor. His mom knew he was still awake.
"Aren't you asleep, Jeremy?" she asked.
"I can't sleep in the car!" the boy complained.
"You just had a bowel movement, didn't you?" his mom
asked him. "I can smell it, and I also heard it."
Jeremy didn't say a word. He decided to roll the window
down to allow the cool night air to circulate throughout the
car and clear out the stench his messy diapers were
creating. The sound of the air blowing through the window
"Roll your window up!" she complained groggily. She
then took a whiff of the foul air and told Jeremy to leave
it down for awhile instead.
"Did you just poop?" Jody asked her brother.
Jeremy didn't feel like he should answer the question
since Jody had already figured out that he did.
"Can you change me when we stop?" Jeremy humbly asked
"You'll have to wait until morning, Jeremy," his mom
said. "It's almost 1:00 A.M. and I want to keep going. Now
try to sleep, and roll up your window."
Jeremy sat silently in the back seat and tried to get
himself comfortable enough to sleep. The sticky mess
clinging to his rear end like mud kept him awake as did the
confining environment in the car. He stared through the bug-
splattered windshield into the dark void ahead, lit only by
the car's headlights. He wondered where they were and how
far they still had to go. The road seemed so long, straight
and monotonous, the black night was thinly glittered by
lights shining from distant farm houses.
Eventually the drone of the car's motor lulled Jeremy
to sleep, making him temporarily oblivious to the large
globs of poop mired throughout the rear of his diapers. He
rested his head on Jody's shoulder and remained asleep
through the 2:00 A.M. gas fillup their mom put into the car
when they got to the southern edge of Chicago. The time
reversed an hour after entering the next time zone. At this
point they re-joined Interstate 80 and were passing through
Illinois. The mother was getting weary from having driven
for over five hours, and even she wasn't used to staying
awake overnight. She pulled into a rest area just west of
the town of Joliet and fell asleep in the car with the rest
of the family.
TWO THOUSAND MILES IN DIAPERS: PART 3
Jeremy woke up again as the light of dawn brushed
across his face. He had wet his diapers some more while he
was asleep. Clad in wet, sticky diapers and a shirt, Jeremy
felt cold and tried to find a blanket in the back of the
car. His neck was stiff and sore from sleeping in such an
awkward position. His diapers hadn't been changed since late
yesterday afternoon and they were becoming saturated. He
wanted someone to change him but everyone was still asleep.
He sat up and looked around the rest area. How he wish he
knew where he was and how much farther it was to Boise.
The father woke up and looked around the car. He saw
that Jeremy was sitting awake and trying to make himself
feel warm. He said, "your mama must've got too tired and
stopped. You know where we are?"
"I dunno, dad," Jeremy said. "I wanna go home!"
"Right now, son, this car *is* home."
Eventually the others had awakened. Jody looked at
Jeremy and saw that his wet diapers were in need of a
change. The smell of his stale urine and feces indicated he
was long overdue.
"I think Jeremy needs a diaper change," Jody said as
she observed the foul odor.
"Take him over to the bathroom," her mom said. "You
know where his diapers are. I'll get some food ready and
we'll have breakfast before we go again."
Jody reached for the box that contained Jeremy's
diapers and grabbed several of them. She then told Jeremy to
get out of the car. Jeremy didn't want to walk around in
diapers where others in the rest area could see him, but he
knew he would never get changed out of his smelly diapers
"I think I'll be okay without diapers," Jeremy said,
hoping he wouldn't have to wear them for the rest of the
trip. The rest of the family agreed unanimously that he
still needed to wear them. Jody then led him up to the small
building where the restrooms were housed and took him into
the women's restroom.
"I can't go in there!" Jeremy yelled as he stopped and
"Look, Jeremy, moms take their kids in the women's room
to change them all the time, whether they're boys or girls.
Besides, we'll do it in a stall."
Jeremy reluctantly followed his sister into the
restroom and he felt lucky that nobody else was in there.
Jody and him went into one of the stalls where she changed
his diapers. She laid him down on the cold concrete floor
and pulled away his plastic pants. She released the pins and
pulled away the saturated diapers. She took them off and
winced at the strong stench that polluted the air around
them. Jeremy lied on the floor naked while Jody shook the
excess fecal contents of his diapers into the toilet. She
then used toilet paper to wipe up his poopy bottom. She
wasn't used to dealing with messy diapers and the sight and
smell of Jeremy's stinky shit disgusted her.
Jody realized she had forgotten to bring the powder
with her. She told Jeremy to stay put and she would be right
back, as if Jeremy intended to go anyplace outside of the
stall in the women's restroom with nothing to wear. Jody
hadn't left him for more than a couple minutes, but to
Jeremy she seemed to take forever. He felt so uncomfortable
in the stall alone in the middle of a diaper change. He
heard some other people enter the restroom while he lied
there. He saw someone enter the stall next to him and could
only see her feet as she sat on the toilet. He stood up so
the occupant in the next stall wouldn't see him lying there.
He was so glad to see Jody come back. She told him to lie
down again so she could powder him and diaper him. The girl
in the next stall giggled when she must have looked down and
saw that there was an older boy in the adjacent stall
getting his diapers changed.
Jeremy looked at the thick stack of diapers and he
didn't think Jody would really try to put them all on him,
but he soon found out that this was just what Jody had in
mind as she slid the thick pile underneath his bum.
"I think you'll need to be diapered more heavily so you
can go longer without having to be changed," Jody commented
as she sensed her brother's disagreement with having to wear
so many diapers at once.
Jeremy agreed that the soft, warm diapers felt a lot
better than the cold concrete, and they were dry, too-- for
now. Jody used the same pins that were used on the other
diapers and fastened them up, assuring they would keep his
diapers tight. She also used the same plastic pants, which
this time were a struggle for Jody to get them over Jeremy's
bulging quadruple diapers. She managed to get the white,
fluffy cloth material stuffed beneath the tight waistband of
the plastic pants. She then sent him out of the restroom and
told him she would be right out.
"Aren't you going back to the car with me?" Jeremy
whined as he stood outside the restroom door in plain view
of a lady and her daughter as they were about to enter.
"I need to go to the bathroom," Jody said. "Here, take
your dirty diapers back with you."
Jeremy felt so ashamed to let everyone see him in
diapers. He decided to sit outside and wait for his sister
rather than walk back to the car alone. Meanwhile he
observed a man entering the restroom with a boy he presumed
was the man's son, about the same age as Jeremy. His dad was
carrying a large, thick disposable diaper. The boy's shorts
bulged out and they crinkled as he walked alongside his dad.
At least Jeremy knew he wasn't the only one wearing diapers,
though he still felt little consolation for the situation he
was in. As he sat there he tried to hide his thickly
diapered crotch from view as a couple of younger girls came
up to the restroom door, but he could not close his legs.
The girls looked at him strangely and saw the pile of soiled
diapers next to him.
Jody finally exited from the restroom and led her
brother back to the car. By then their mom had gotten out
some food, which wasn't a typical breakfast, but it was
something to eat before making the remaining long drive
Jeremy placed his dirty, wet diapers into a plastic
grocery bag, which was then put inside of two other bags to
keep the odors from stinking up the car. Before Jeremy could
eat he was sent back to the bathroom to wash his hands since
he had been handling his soiled diapers. He decided to
follow his dad as he went to use the bathroom. The other man
and his son were still in there and when they left, the boy
didn't have his shorts on, just the thick disposable diaper.
"See?" Jeremy's dad said to him. "Now you can finally
stop saying you're the only one your age in diapers!"
It was about 9:00 A.M. before they got moving again.
Jeremy was heavily diapered and ready for a day's worth of
wetting and messing his enormous diapers without needing any
changes for awhile. The father took over the driving and the
mother resumed her rest as she was still feeling tired from
last night's driving. The patchwork of farms and fields
passed by as they made their way across the rest of Illinois
and into Iowa where the next fuel stop occurred near Iowa
City. Everyone except Jeremy piled out of the car and headed
for the bathroom during the stop. Jeremy had peed his
diapers by then and he expected to wet them a lot more
before the four thick layers bundled around him would become
soaked enough to require a diaper change. The hot afternoon
sun was beating down as they traveled through the monotonous
stretches of fields. Jeremy was drinking plenty of pop to
hold back his thirst and was consequently peeing it back out
of his body into his diapers. He wanted to be changed again
at the next fuel stop just before entering Council Bluffs.
He tried to force out a bowel movement so he could get
changed sooner, but only a small deposit of poop squirted
into his diapers. It felt gooey and paste-like beneath his
diapers and added to his discomfort of being wedged between
the car door and his wide-hipped sister.
The intense summer heat didn't help matters for Jeremy
nor the others. Everyone felt hot, sweaty, tired and cranky
after being on the road for two solid days. They were just
past the halfway point as they passed through Omaha,
Nebraska. There was very little change in scenery as they
had passed from state to state. The long, monotonous driving
was beginning to wear on everyone's nerves and the car
itself was beginning to buckle under the strain of the heat
and overheated on the freeway. The father, who was already
feeling irritable as it was, cursed and hollered at the car.
They waited for the engine to cool down before resuming
their drive through Nebraska.
After they got the car moving again they stopped for
another fueling and bathroom break (except for Jeremy) and
continued down the road. Jeremy hoped he could get his
diapers changed this time, but Jody didn't think he needed
"I did diaper you up heavily for a reason, you know"
his sister said as she patted his rear end.
Soon after they left the gas station Jeremy needed to
poop his diapers again. This time he had a much larger load
to release. He tried not to make it seem so obvious that he
was dumping into his diapers with Jody sitting so close to
him. He sat back in the seat and scooted his rear end
forward. He pushed his knee into Jody's chest and kept his
legs even more widely spread apart than they had been from
the enormous, bulky diapers. He told Jody that he was trying
to recline and get more comfortable, but she knew he was
pooping into his diapers, especially when he let out a loud,
wet fart, though muted beneath the cotton bunched up between
his legs. The air in the car reeked of Jeremy's bowel
movement. Jody knew that beneath the wide, thick strips of
white cotton sheathed in plastic pants over Jeremy's crotch
and rear end was a big, smelly mess that she would have to
eventually clean up.
They were in central Nebraska as the sun began to set
on their second day of travel. The car had been running
erratically since the last time they stopped because of
overheating and now it was doing the same thing again. The
father pulled the car off the road and they waited it out
until the car was cooled down enough to drive. It was
getting late in the evening and Jeremy wanted his diapers
changed before the night set in. The messy poop and the wet
fabric that encircled his body irritated his skin and
created a big rash all throughout his crotch. He asked Jody
to change him.
"Here? Where? On the side of the road?"
"You can change him up here in the front seat, Jody,
and I'll get out and wait for you," her mom offered.
"No, let's get going!" the father grumbled. "We've lost
enough time as it is waiting for this damn thing to cool
"Oh, come on, dear," his wife said. "Your folks will
understand if we're delayed. I'm sure they know you're
"It doesn't mean I want to keep having to stop all the
time! First, it was Jeremy, and now this car overheating!"
"Honey, please," she said to pacify her husband.
"There's a rest area thirty miles from here. Let's try to go
that far and see how the car is running then."
"What about my diaper change?" Jeremy whined.
"Jody will change you when we get to the rest area,"
his mom answered.
The father started the car and drove it slowly along
the shoulder of the Interstate highway to keep the engine
temperature down. This forced Jeremy to wait even longer
than he expected to get his stinky, sticky diapers taken
off. He looked forward to seeing the next rest area and
counted the mileage signs along the highway as they slowly
passed by. At a rate of 35 miles per hour they had driven
about 20 miles without any problems. Suddenly a red light
glowed on the dashboard and indicated the car was overheated
once again in spite of the precautions that were taken to
keep the car running. They were stuck in the dark.
Jeremy didn't think he would ever get his diapers
changed. Jody was growing tired of listening to her brother
whine about his diapers and she figured she had better do
something about it just to shut him up. The dome light
inside the car didn't work and the only flashlight they had
with them was too dim. The dashboard offered only a little
bit of light for Jody to change Jeremy's diapers. She could
have laid him in front of the car on the pavement to change
him in the car's headlights, but this was obviously too
dangerous with cars and trucks whizzing by at 70 to 80 miles
per hour, not to mention that this would have been highly
awkward to Jeremy.
"Then you'll have to wait until morning unless we get
to the rest area," Jody said.
"I don't think we will make it tonight," her mom
"So, we'll just camp out here on the freeway?" Jody
"We can't keep driving it like this until we get the
problem fixed," her mom replied.
"Good luck finding a mechanic out here!" the father
grumbled as he tried to start the stubborn car. "Let's see
if we can make it to the next town and have it looked at."
"He'll charge you a bundle. It probably needs anti-
freeze! We can pick some up at a store tomorrow."
"I'll try to get us to the next exit," the father said.
"Anyplace but here!"
The car got started up yet again and the father drove
it at 25 miles per hour on the shoulder, hoping this would
be slow enough to keep the car from overheating. They
managed to make it to the next exit, which Jeremy thought he
would never see. He hoped for a town or at least some place
that provided enough light for Jody to change his diapers,
but the road ahead of them was pitch black and it appeared
to be seldom traveled. They drove for about a quarter mile
off the Interstate and stopped the car for the rest of the
night. The present circumstances forced Jeremy to spend the
night in his heavily peed and pooped diapers. He didn't
think he would ever get any sleep in such conditions but he
still nodded off and rested his head against his sleeping
The light of the next day's sunrise revealed that a
small town was located just up the road. Before they got
moving Jeremy got his ripe-smelling diapers changed. The
mother got out and looked under the hood with the father to
determine that the anti-freeze was out. Jeremy lied down in
the front seat and Jody stood before him with the
passenger's side car door open to perform his diaper change.
When she was finished she threw the soaking, crap-laden
diapers in the plastic grocery bags with the other soiled
diapers that had been sitting in the back of the car since
yesterday morning. The stench quickly spread throughout the
car. For the first time in nearly twenty-four hours Jeremy
enjoyed the wonderful feeling of clean, dry diapers. Jody
thought that Jeremy could have gone longer in the diapers
since he was wearing four of them and each of the diapers
was thick enough by itself. Seeing that four diapers lasted
so long, she pinned him back into another set of four
diapers and hoped that she wouldn't have to perform this
unsavory task for awhile.
They drove the car into the town and tried to locate a
place that might sell anti-freeze. The only place that
appeared to offer any hope was a dirty, weeded lot with a
cinder block building along with several rusty cars and
other assorted junk littering the property. It wasn't a
welcoming atmosphere, but they were desperate and it was
worth a shot to the weary, traveling family.
When they pulled in a rough-looking man in his late
twenties wearing greasy overalls and a greasy cap came out
and greeted them.
"Mornin' folks!" he said as he removed the cigarette
from his mouth. "What's theffx problem?"
"Well," the dad started, "we just need some anti-freeze
for our car, and we were hoping you might have some."
"Pop the hood," the man said tersely.
Everybody in the car just stared at tall, dirty man. He
smelled bad, both of motor oil and poor hygiene. He
exhibited a bad attitude towards out-of-towners who came to
his shop. He shook his head as he was supposedly checking
over the engine.
"I don't trust this guy," the mother said. "Let's
"Give him a chance, dear," her husband said back. "We
need to get the car running again!"
"Well, shit!", the man exclaimed. "Don't you folks know
nothin' about keepin' a car runnin' right? You ain't got no
oil! You ain't got no antifreeze neither!"
"That's what we told you in the first place!" the
father said, getting impatient. "What are you doing? What do
we need? Oil, too?"
The man gave the engine another once-over and then
turned to the father. He said, "what you need is a good
lesson in car maintenance! I ain't never seen nothin' like
this! I could spend all day on this one!"
"You don't treat your customers well, do you?" the
father complained to the man.
"You guys is from out of town, New York, I see," the
man said as he looked at their car's license plate.
"Yeah, so? We're still your customer!"
"How the hell you made it this far, I'd sure like to
"We're headed to Idaho," the mother said. The man was
making her nervous.
"In a piece of shit like this?" the man remarked
incredulously. "Good luck!"
"What does your competition think of your attitude?"
the father asked the surly man.
"Competition? Ain't got none in this town. Too damn
"Well, who else works on cars here?" the father asked
"Gotta go the next town, but I doubt you is gonna make
The man then looked at the two kids sitting in the back
seat. Jeremy felt intimidated as he approached the opened
car window and looked in. He placed his greasy hand on the
back door and looked at the boy sitting there with his big
diapers covering his stomach.
"Ain't your boy a bit old for diapers?" the man asked
"Why does it matter to you?" he replied.
"Dunno, ain't never seen a kid his age in diapers!"
"Well, now you have! Listen, just drop the hood and get
us some anti-freeze! That's all we want!"
"Sure, but you gotta pay first!" the man said.
"Fine!" the father sighed with exasperation. "How much
do I owe you?"
"Fifty bucks," the man answered immediately. His dirty
palm was outstretched to prompt the expected payment.
"Excuse me? Fifty bucks for anti-freeze?" the father
"I looked under your hood," the man answered. "I charge
fifty bucks for that!" The man was obviously trying to take
advantage of the family for being out-of-towners and also
being desperate. He repeated his demand for the money and
snapped his fingers. "You owe me fifty bucks!"
"Like hell I do!" the father yelled at the man. He
started the engine, threw the car into reverse gear, hit the
gas pedal and sprayed gravel with the spinning tires as he
rapidly accelerated out of the lot. The hood was still
propped up, but it came back down as they hit a bump and
knocked the rod holding it up out of place.
Once they were out of town they went back to the
Interstate highway and drove along the shoulder at 25 miles
per hour. The pace was slow-going, but they managed to keep
their car running long enough to make it to the town of
North Platte, Nebraska, where they located one of those
quick oil change centers. They pulled in and explained their
situation. "Just go ahead and leave it right here with the
keys," said the clean-cut gentleman.
"We have a waiting room with free coffee and donuts if
you like", he offered in a friendly voice. "We'll get you
going as soon as we can, but it'll be awhile; we're really
backed up today."
The kids climbed out of the car and walked to the
waiting room. Jeremy was afraid to leave the car in just his
diapers, but he couldn't just sit there. His mom made him
leave the car and join the others in the waiting room.
"Mom! I'm in diapers!" Jeremy cried.
"Well, I can't really change you out of them now! Now
come on, nobody here even knows you!"
She ended up taking Jeremy by his wrists and forcibly
dragging him across the lot, walking him past several
mechanics who were on duty. They stared momentarily at the
diapered boy, but then went back to their job duties. Jeremy
was crying over such embarrassment. He looked at the other
people who were in the waiting room. Across from Jeremy and
his family sat a lady who was probably in her fifties. She
looked up from her magazine and never went back to minding
her own business. She gazed at Jeremy and then at the rest
of the family. She then asked Jeremy's Mom, "Is there any
reason you make your boy go around in diapers like that?"
The tone of her voice rang out in disapproval.
"If you must know," Jeremy's mom answered, "we're
traveling and he can't make it between gas stations without
wetting his pants!"
Jeremy buried his head between his legs, pretending not
to be paying any attention as his mom and the other lady
argued about having Jeremy wear diapers in the first place,
much less making him wear them alone in public.
"Look at him! He's humiliated!" the lady said feeling
some compassion for Jeremy.
"Mind your own business!" Jeremy's mom shouted back.
The time ticked by slowly. It had only been twenty
minutes. Jeremy needed to go to the bathroom. He stopped
reading the children's magazine that he was looking at and
looked around in the waiting room. He felt like every person
had their eyes on him, seeing his diapers bulging out from
underneath him. He wet in them out of nervousness, adding to
the wetness he had already peed into them. How he wished he
was in the car where nobody but his family had to see him
The wait lasted about forty-five minutes, but to Jeremy
it seemed like an eternity. His diapers had been wet since
they arrived at the car repair shop, but he knew that they
would have to last him for the rest of the day ahead of him.
Jody checked him and told him, "you have lots more diaper to
wet still." She then sharply snapped the tight elastic
waistband of his plastic pants over his stomach.
It was approaching noon by the time the car was
serviced and ready to go. Jeremy felt so glad to get out of
that waiting room with everyone seeing him in diapers. The
sanctity and privacy in the car only lasted briefly for
Jeremy. They stopped at a park to eat the last of the food
for lunch before returning to the freeway. Jeremy didn't
want to get out and have everyone staring at him again. As
luck would have it, there was a girls' soccer team at the
park and they were returning to their van as Jody escorted
her brother to the picnic tables which were about a hundred
feet from the car. The team of girls, most of them Jeremy's
age, stared at him as they walked by. He heard them giggling
and talking about him, hearing the word "diaper" repeatedly
throughout their clamorous laughter. Jody jokingly offered
to change his diapers, but she knew he wouldn't want her to
do this with several girls looking at him. Given a choice,
Jeremy decided that he could take several more hours of
wearing wet diapers that would only get wetter and also
pooped in by the time the day was over.
At least the rest of the trip ahead of them looked
promising. They were back on the freeway, traveling full
speed ahead, all the way to the Nebraska-Wyoming border.
After getting the car serviced, everyone felt that their
troubles were behind them. Boise was only 750 miles or so
away and getting closer with each mile. After having passed
into the next time zone it was about 4:00 in the afternoon
by the time they reached Cheyenne where the fuel tank was
filled and bladders and bowels were emptied, even Jeremy's--
into his diapers, forcing him to sit in his shit-filled
diapers for the next few hours before he would finally get a
diaper change. He endured the wet, messy feeling that
surrounded his bum as he unloaded more of the stinky, runny
poop into his diapers. He had come down with diarrhea again
and his diapers were quickly filling up. Each movement he
passed was accompanied by wet farts that bubbled around in
the heavily soiled seat of his thick diapers. A constant
stench lingered in the car, even with the windows open. The
next expected fuel stop was over 150 miles away, and they
were making good time now, so the father refused to stop in
spite of knowing that Jeremy badly needed his diapers
changed. By the time they were in need of gas they had
reached a very remote, isolated section of Wyoming where
towns were few and far between. The only gas station they
found was closed until the next morning and there was no way
they would ever make it any farther. Once again their travel
was halted as they found a place to stop the car for the
Jeremy couldn't wait to get his diapers changed. Jody
had fallen asleep so his mom changed his diapers instead.
With what little daylight there was left, she changed him on
the ground outside of the car. The gravel surface beneath
Jeremy cut into his back and his neck. Jeremy felt so
embarrassed to present such a soiled set of diapers to his
mom as she released the tight pins. Just as she was about to
pull the poop-plastered diapers away from him he released
another squirt of poop onto them.
His mom rummaged through the back seat of the car and
located the box that contained Jeremy's diapers and pulled
out a very thick stack. In the dim light of the setting sun
behind the mountains, he looked at the pile of white fabric
contrasting against the dark ground. His mom wiped up his
bottom and then proceeded to diaper him. She layered every
diaper on Jeremy until they were so thick that his legs were
bowed apart when he stood up. His plastic pants could barely
fit over the massive bunch. His diapers were put on in such
a fashion that every other one was alternated so that one
covered him higher in the rear and the other covered up more
of his front, engulfing so much of his body that his diapers
came to a stop above his elbows. His mom explained that this
would give him more coverage in the rear to contain his
After Jeremy climbed back into the car he tried to
sleep, but his diapers forced him to keep his legs apart.
After attempting several sleeping positions he finally lied
his head down on Jody's lap and put one leg up on the seat
behind him and the other in between the two front seats. He
still couldn't sleep as he continued to load his diapers
with what remained of his diarrhea before the condition
subsided. He scooted his bum on the seat and felt the mess
pressing up against his rear end. His body heat kept the
gooey, sticking sensation warm and moist underneath the
thickest set of diapers he could ever remember wearing.
TWO THOUSAND MILES IN DIAPERS: PART 4
As the sunrise beamed through the window Jody awakened
to find that her brother was using her lap as a pillow. She
tried to move and replace her legs with something else that
Jeremy could use as a pillow. The only thing she could find
was one of the plastic grocery bags that contained his
Jody looked inside the bag and nearly puked on the odor
emanating from it. She couldn't believe what a mess he made
in his diapers the night before. The smell was becoming
unbearable and Jeremy's diapers would need to be washed as
soon as they found a laundry facility. The town they were in
consisted only of a gas station, a restaurant and a tavern.
There was no place to take Jeremy's diapers to wash them.
The next town of any significant size was Rock Springs,
Wyoming, some sixty miles away.
Jody tried to find something else for Jeremy to rest
on, but he was awakened by her movements. Jeremy sat up and
he felt that the wet poopy mess he deposited in his diapers
had congealed into a large, sticky blob that he was forced
to sit in until the next diaper change. When they arrived in
Rock Springs they drove around the town and located a
laundry facility. Jeremy hoped to get changed then but he
was left in his diapers after Jody checked him and
determined that he could still wet in them a lot more,
especially since his mom put them on him so much thicker.
Jeremy sat in the chair with his legs wide apart and
exposing his thick, white crotch to curious onlookers who
stared at him. Jeremy was getting used to being seen in
diapers in public but it still bothered him that he drew so
much unwanted attention. He watched Jody and his Mom empty
several grocery bags stuffed with his brown-stained diapers.
They stuffed them into one of the large washing machines and
while they waited they watched it cleanse out the soiled
matter. It took awhile for the machine to complete the wash
and they also took awhile to dry. It was close to noon
before they resumed travel through western Wyoming.
The car was clipping along quite nicely for awhile but
then it started to shimmy. The mother, who was driving
again, slowed down the car to find out what was wrong. As
they slowed down the car shook even more with each turn of
the tires jolting it. The father groaned and cursed as he
realized that they had yet another problem to deal with.
They continued to drive it to the town of Evanston near the
Wyoming-Utah line and checked the tires while they were
stopped for a fuel-up and bathroom break. The tires had worn
down to the point that none of them had any traction. Tires
were too expensive for their limited budget and they would
have to try to make the rest of the trip to Boise on what
The drive into Utah felt rough as the car's shaking
increased. They were in imminent danger of a blowout but
they continued driving for another sixty miles or so until
suddenly a loud pop was heard in the back left side of the
car. They had just turned onto Interstate 84 in the town of
Ogden and stopped the car. An examination of the back left
tire revealed that it was about to blow on them, so they
slowly drove along the shoulder to the next exit and found a
tire store in Ogden.
Once again Jeremy was forced to leave the car and go
around in diapers in a public place. He had wet in them
again while he sat down with his mom and Jody in the waiting
area while his dad talked to the worker on duty. The way
things were going, Jeremy didn't think he would ever see
Boise. As long as he was stuck in the car he would have to
wear diapers. He looked forward to moving into a house or an
apartment and using a toilet for the first time in several
The father came back out to tell his family that the
car would need new tires no matter what. A tough decision
had to be made. They could buy some tires and not have
enough money to rent an apartment and buy furniture, if
needed, or they could sell the car for the money when they
got to Boise and do without a car for the time being. Their
other option was to settle in Ogden, Utah, but they wanted
to go all the way to Boise and reunite with the father's
parents as planned.
About an hour later the car sported four new tires,
costing over $250 with labor. They barely had enough money
for gas to even make it to their destination, There was no
food or anything to drink except for water. Everyone was
hungry, tired and weary. They had thought about turning
around and settling in Ogden, but they decided that they
could make it to Idaho since they had come this far already
as they traveled up the interstate. Still, everyone felt so
hungry and fatigued in the blazing summer heat of the high
desert of northern Utah. Some extra money was needed just so
they could eat. Jody thought for a moment and then spoke up
with her idea.
"Let's sell Jeremy's pants!" she shouted.
"Noooo!" Jeremy protested.
"Why? You're not wearing them now! You don't need them
since you've been getting along okay in your diapers!"
The mother, just as hungry and as desperate as the rest
of the family, agreed that this was their only option. The
father seconded the motion. They turned around and drove
back to Ogden and found a place that bought used jeans, a
hot commodity in overseas markets. Jeremy had four pairs of
jeans which netted them about twenty dollars. This wasn't
quite enough money for them to comfortably make the rest of
the drive and have food to eat when they got to their
destination. Perhaps they could sell more of their
Jody grabbed another box that contained Jeremy's
"No, not those!" Jeremy cried. "I need those!"
"Your diapers make good underwear," Jody said as she
patted her brother's extremely padded behind. The girl at
the counter tried to suppress a giggle. Jody handed the box
to the young, teenage girl behind the counter. She picked up
some of the pairs and held them up in such a manner that the
brown stains embedded into the seats were exhibited
"Can you take these, too?" Jody asked. "I know they're
not exactly clean-looking..."
"Sorry, but I can't take these," the girl said. Jeremy
felt relieved that his underwear wasn't being sold off,
though this feeling only lasted momentarily as his mom said,
"we need the money, really desperately."
The girl then stopped for a moment and then re-
"I can't re-sell them here, but perhaps my little
brother could wear them."
"Really? You mean you'll take them?"
"Sure. How does ten dollars sound?"
"Anything will help!" the father said.
Immediately an exchange of ten dollars for a box of
used boys' briefs took place. Jeremy realized that he now
had absolutely nothing left to wear except for his diapers.
"I hope you don't mind that most of them are stained,"
Jeremy's mom said sheepishly. Jeremy buried his face in
"Oh, well, that's okay," the girl said. "All of my
brother's underwear looks the same, believe me!"
The father went to the car and retrieved some of his
clothes and offered them, as did the mother. Jody refused to
give up anything of hers. Like most teenage girls, she
valued her clothes too much to relinquish them. They got
another twenty dollars for a pair of men's slacks and a
couple of shirts and blouses. They had a total of fifty
dollars extra and were sure to make it to Boise at long
last, as long as the car made it.
They crossed the Utah-Idaho line and drove westward
through Idaho. They made a stop for gas in the town of
Burley. As their road atlas indicated, Boise was now only
161 miles away, so they expected this to be their last
fillup. It was about 5:00 in the afternoon. They hoped to
reach Boise by around 8:00 that evening. For the first time
in fiften years, the father talked to his parents by phone
in Boise. He told them where they were and when to expect
them. A few thunderstorms slowed them down but they were
making better progress than they had been in the last couple
days. As they approached Boise they could see the city's
skyline in the distance with a backdrop of mountains. A sea
of lights glowed in the valley as nightfall was setting in.
Upon arrival in Boise they pulled off the freeway and
drove into town. Both the father and mother were amazed at
the way the city had changed and grown so much in fifteen
years. The father remembered his way around Boise and noted
several familiar places as he navigated the streets that led
to his parents home, the place where he grew up. Several
memories, many of them bitter, flooded the father's mind as
he pulled the car into the driveway.
"We're here, at long last!" the father announced to the
family as he turned off the car's engine. He paused for a
moment and wiped a tear away from his eye and said, "well,
let's go meet your grandparents, kids."
"Dad?" Jeremy asked. "Do I have to go in there in my
"They're standing at the window waiting for us, let's
go!" the father prompted, ignoring his son's concerns.
"But dad, do I...?"
Jody and Jeremy were still in the car as the two cars
doors up front were closed in unison. Jody was stuck in the
car since Jeremy didn't get out.
"Move your butt, Jeremy! Let's go see Grandma and
"I don't wanna go in with diapers on!" Jeremy cried.
"Oh, stop being a baby! Well, you *are* kinda dressed
like... never mind, come on!"
Jeremy didn't want to get out of the car, but the rest
of his family was already walking up to the front door of
the old house. His father stopped for a moment and turned
"Jeremy! We're waiting on you!"
Jeremy quickly came running, trying to ignore the fact
that he was wearing diapers, and very wet and dirty ones at
that. The father had stopped for a moment to gather his
thoughts. He felt overwhelmed with emotions, thinking about
how to greet his parents, whom he hadn't seen in over
fifteen years. Finally, he rang the doorbell and wiped some
more tears from his eyes. His wife asked him if he was okay.
Their children had never seen their father show such
"I'm okay, I just never thought about what this would
be like," he replied, trying to restrain his feelings.
The door had swung open and behind it were Jeremy's and
Jody's grandparents. The family was invited into the house
and an exchange of hugs and kisses followed. The father
showed his tears of joy for his return home and of remorse
for leaving his family in the first place. The mother also
showed her emotions and cried as she was officially
"welcomed" into the family by her in-laws.
Jody's and Jeremy's grandparents approached them to
give them each a big hug and a kiss. Jeremy tried to cover
up his diapers from view, but they were much too big to be
concealed. His grandmother assured him that she had seen
plenty of other little boys in diapers, among them, Jeremy's
father. Jeremy was surprised to learn that his dad wore
diapers for bedwetting until he was seven years old. It was
one of those things that Jeremy's father never told Jeremy
"Like father, like son," the grandmother said. "Why
doesn't he have any pants on?"
"That's all he has to wear," his mom explained, as if
to apologize for having Jeremy in just his diapers. "We had
to sell his pants for the money to make it here. I hope you
don't mind that he's like that."
"Oh, not at all; he looks just fine like that,"
Jeremy's grandma replied. "We don't mind having a little boy
running around in his diapers, do we?" She hugged him again
and patted his squishy rear end. "I'd say you need a change,
"Jody, can you change him now? We're going to be
talking for awhile," her mother asked her.
Jody ran out to the car and brought in several clean
diapers and a clean pair of plastic pants. When she came
back inside she asked her grandma where she could change
"You can go in the spare bedroom; it's your Dad's old
room. You'll all be sleeping in there tonight."
Jody took off her brother's diapers and winced at the
strong odor. She started to clean up the inch-thick layer of
poop all over his bottom but he had pooped a lot that day,
so Jody left the room and returned with some old rags that
she obtained from her grandma. After she got Jeremy cleaned
up she suggested that perhaps he should take a bath. She
sent him into the bathroom naked to get himself cleaned up.
She reminded him not to leave a poopy mess in their
grandparent's bath tub when he got out.
The warm water of the bath felt so good and so soothing
to Jeremy after having been stuck in a car and in diapers
for four days straight. He got himself relaxed, but then
Jody came to the door and told him to hurry it up since
everyone else was waiting to get themselves washed up, too.
When Jeremy exited the bathroom Jody led him back to
the bedroom where she had already prepared his diapers for
him to wear that night. She bunched them together in a very
thick set and then pinned them up around his loins. She
pulled his plastic pants up and sent him out of the room.
Jody took the stinky soiled diapers out with her and asked
if she could throw them in the washing machine.
"Oh, go right ahead, dear," her grandmother said as she
was in the middle of making dinner for the family.
After Jody and the parents took their showers they all
sat down at the table and had the best food they had eaten
in years. After the kids were served some ice cream for
dessert they decided to go to bed since they were so tired.
Jody and Jeremy would have to share a small mat on the floor
while their parents would sleep in the small twin bed that
the father left behind. While such conditions weren't the
best, it was a lot better for the family than sleeping in
The same sheets and bedspread were still on the bed. In
fact, even the rock band posters and a few other belongings
were right where the father had left them, as if the room
had been frozen in time. Jeremy and Jody fell asleep right
away and their parents came in shortly afterwards and
crammed into the small bed. Until the parents found jobs and
a place to live in Boise they would stay at the
TWO THOUSAND MILES IN DIAPERS: PART 5
As the next day was a Saturday and the grandfather was
off from his work, this gave him time to take the family
around and show them some apartment buildings. At the same
time they got a tour of the city. Jeremy cringed in the back
seat of his grandpa's car as he sat there still with nothing
to wear but his diapers. He was mostly embarrassed when he
had to leave the car and walk around with his family while
they were deciding on a place to live. In just about every
place they went there were kids playing outside, and
invariably, they noticed Jeremy and pointed at him in his
fully-exposed thick diapers. As the day went on, Jeremy peed
and pooped his diapers. Ever since he was diapered back in
Ohio, he was waiting to be taken out of them and returned to
wearing normal clothes, but after having traveled over two
thousand miles, waiting five days and wearing wet and poopy
diapers all along, he was still wearing them even after
having arrived at their destination.
It was late afternoon before they decided on a place to
live, and it would be Monday before they could move in since
the landlord was out of town for the weekend. The apartment
was located near downtown and, while not luxurious by any
stretch of one's imagination, it was in better shape than
the place they had in New York City.
Jeremy and Jody spent the rest of the afternoon back at
their grandparents' place while their parents tried to
locate potential places of employment. Their mother found
work easily enough at a restaurant just a few blocks away.
Their father got on as a laborer at a big construction
project downtown. They weren't the best jobs, but at least
they would have money.
Jeremy and Jody passed the time by looking through
several photo albums, narrated by their grandmother who sat
in between them and explained the pictures. Several photos
confirmed that their father wore diapers as a kid and was
wearing them with no pajama bottoms in any of the pictures,
just the tops. Their grandmother admitted that the pictures
were taken to show to her son's friends as additional
punishment for being a bedwetter.
It was becoming increasingly apparent to Jeremy that
his grandmother had no qualms about keeping the pictures all
these years, and she had no qualms about keeping Jeremy in
his diapers. He hoped she would be more sympathetic and buy
him some new pants and underwear, but she made no such offer
when Jeremy asked his grandmother.
"That's up to your Mom and Dad, Jeremy. We tried
teaching your dad to be self-sufficient and to be
responsible, and hopefully he learned that when he moved
out, but that doesn't mean we're going to help him out now.
We wanted him to come back home, but he's gotta realize the
apron strings have been broken."
"So, this is all I get to wear?" Jeremy said, tugging
at the tight, constricting leg bands on his plastic pants.
"Until your parents can buy you some. Besides, you
don't really need any right now, do you?"
"No, I guess I don't," Jeremy sighed.
Monday finally came and, thanks to a loan from the
grandparents-- a big surprise to Jeremy's dad-- Jeremy and
his family had some furnishings to go along with their
apartment, bought used, but at least in moderately good
condition. Jeremy and Jody went along with their father and
grandfather to a small used furniture store. The four of
them rode together crammed into the front of their
grandfather's pickup truck.
The store's owner was planning to retire and was
selling off the remainder of his inventory before closing.
Jeremy didn't want to go into the store with just his
diapers on, but his dad insisted that he did to help them
haul furniture or he would be stripped of his diapers and
spanked right there. Jeremy started crying but decided to
follow his father's orders instead of get his butt beaten
red. Jeremy then ran off to hide behind a recliner in the
"Stop hiding behind the chair, Jeremy!" his father
yelled. "Now get your butt over here right now before you
Jeremy whimpered as he reluctantly emerged from the
corner of the store and revealed his thick diapers to the
man in the store. Sensing Jeremy's humiliation, the man
walked over to him and put his hand on Jeremy's shoulder.
"Son," he began, "I raised two boys just like you, and
if weren't for diapers they'd been swimming in their pee
when they woke up every morning! You ain't alone, kid."
Jeremy felt slightly more comforted knowing that the
man did not ridicule him for wearing diapers. Jeremy
followed his dad and the others in the group around the
store as they looked at the remaining offerings. His dad
picked out some furnishings for the front room and also
found a bed. It was a double bed, in fact, the only bed that
was left in the place.
"Where am I going to sleep?" Jody asked.
"You can take your daddy's old bed from my place," her
"What about me?" Jeremy asked.
"You'll have to share the bed with Jody until we find
something else," his dad answered. "Or you can sleep on the
floor. Come on, let's go."
Jeremy and Jody mutually agreed that they wouldn't
enjoy sharing the same bed and they talked about it while
their grandfather was doling out the money to the salesman.
"I'll just make sure you're extra diapered so you don't
get my bed wet!" Jody said.
"Who said it was your bed?" Jeremy argued back. The
argument ended abruptly when their father intervened.
"We'll look for a bed for you some other time, Jeremy,"
his dad asked. "I want to get moved in as soon as possible!"
Just before they left, the furniture salesman called
them back and offered a possible solution to their bed
shortage. He led the family outside to a storage shed in
back of the store and presented an oversized crib.
"I bought this from someone awhile ago," the man said,
"and, well, I didn't think anyone would ever want a big
crib. I mean, cribs are for babies, you know, it must be
some sort of novelty thing, so I've just kept it back here,
out of the way. Just as you were leaving I thought about
your situation and thought maybe you'd want it."
Jeremy's dad and grandpa looked at each other. His dad
shrugged and then nodded his head."
"How much do you want for it?" the grandfather asked.
"I'll give it to you," the man said. "Been hoping I
could find someone I felt it could go to before I close
shop. Your boy would look just right in there, now wouldn't
he?" The man then chuckled.
"Beats sleeping on the floor, son," the father remarked
"Or with me!" Jody added, patting his pooped-filled
behind. "It's not because I'm afraid you'll wet the bed--
not with the diapers *you* wear, especially-- but I just
like to have my space."
They left from the store and drove the furniture to
their apartment. Jeremy complained about needing to be
changed while he helped carry in his crib into the bedroom
that he and Jody would be sharing. When they set it down he
stood there and stared at it, thinking about how he would
have to sleep in it each night. He hoped it would only be
temporary, but when he asked his dad about it, he looked it
over in the corner of the room and seemed to be satisfied
enough with it. His dad then said, "I see no reason why you
need anything else."
Later that evening, amid a pile of boxes waiting to be
unpacked, Jeremy and his family were moved into their
apartment. Jeremy was finally changed out of his dirty
diapers that evening and pinned into several clean diapers
before going to bed. Because his crib sat so high off the
floor, Jody had to help him into the crib and push on his
padded behind as he climbed in. She then pulled the gate up
and latched it shut.
"Wait! Don't put this up!" he said.
"Why not? It's not like you'll ever need to get up for
the bathroom overnight, and in case there's a fire, I'll be
here and I'll let you out."
Jody then grabbed her pajamas and left for the bathroom
to change. Jeremy realized that there was little he could do
but to accept his fate at this point. He lied down and
stared through the slats as he waited for his sister to
return. After she turned out the light he listened as he
heard her climb into the bed that Jeremy wished had been
given to him. Jeremy felt like he was being turned back into
a baby by being kept in his diapers longer than he expected,
and now sleeping in a crib! He hoped to make friends in
Boise, but he would never want to invite anyone over because
they would see what he slept in every night.
Because their parents had to be at their jobs early
that morning Jeremy and Jody had to unpack the rest of the
stuff and put it away. Jeremy complained about still having
nothing but diapers to wear.
"You have to remember that Mom and Dad don't have any
more money until they get paid!" Jody told him. "Understand?
Now just be quiet about it or I won't change you for a
"Can't grandma or grandpa buy me some pants?"
"They don't think you need them, so why should they
spend money they don't have to? You don't need any until
school starts, you know. Besides, you've seen how tight they
are with money!"
For another week, Jeremy and his family lived off of
whatever their stingy grandparents offered them in the way
of food. When the first paychecks arrived, Jeremy hoped that
at long last he would have some pants and underwear. Jeremy
didn't realize that because his parents began work in the
middle of their employers' pay periods they did not receive
full paychecks and had just enough money to buy food for the
next two weeks. Other expenses came due and would also need
to be paid. Jeremy's pants were not considered a priority
since school wouldn't be starting for another couple weeks.
Until then, Jeremy spent every day wearing nothing but
diapers and, as a consequence, he had been wearing them long
enough that he was losing what little control he had of his
fragile bladder to begin with. His bowels were also
weakening as Jeremy had no need to hold in his poop when he
needed to go. Jeremy didn't even realize that he was
becoming incontinent as he had gotten used to releasing his
bodily wastes as they were produced.
Jeremy was forced to go outside with Jody and play with
her. All of the other kids in the apartment complex played
in the common yard, taking in as much fun as they could with
the remainder of the summer as the first day of school
loomed. Everybody laughed at Jeremy first and teased him for
wearing his very thick diapers and stinking whenever he had
a load of poop in them, which was often. The worst thing
that Jeremy realized was that he would be going to school
with these kids soon and they would be teasing him all over
again, just like back in New York City.
The day finally came when Jeremy's mother got her first
full paycheck and bought some pants and underwear for
Jeremy. It had been nearly a month since Jeremy wore what he
considered to be "normal" clothes. He slipped on the briefs
and he still felt naked by their lack of padding. He wasn't
used to being able to put his legs together and walk around
without such a huge bunch of cloth wedged up into his
crotch. He even got a brand new pair of pants, not some
recycled pair that someone else had farted in, as Jeremy
often thought of used pants. He tried the pants on and
proudly walked around in them. For once Jeremy did not have
to listen to his plastic pants crinkle with each step he
took. He even went outside and showed off his pants, hoping
the kids would see him wearing something besides diapers.
All they did was ask him where his diapers were. Jeremy
wanted to feel good about himself, but everyone expected to
see him in diapers and made fun of him for not having them
"Better not have an accident!" one kid said.
Ironically enough, Jeremy did have an accident. He
barely felt his bladder warming up to the urge to urinate
when the stream began to leak into his pants. Right in front
of the other kids his new pants turned dark around the front
and the crotch. The kids told him to get his diapers back
on. Jeremy ran into the apartment crying. Jody looked at him
and asked him why he wet his pants.
"I couldn't hold it!" he bawled.
"How long were you out there?"
"Just a few minutes!"
"Well, take your pants off. I'll have to take them down
to the laundromat, or I can try to wash them now."
Jody decided she could give his pants a quick rinsing
in the hot water of the bathtub and then hang them out the
window to dry. In the meantime, Jeremy had nothing to wear
but his underwear. When he needed to pee again he went into
the bathroom and narrowly escaped pissing in his virgin
white briefs straight out of the package. Jeremy began
crying when he realized his bladder weakened. He was afraid
to tell Jody about it and he tried to maintain his
His mom, who was now working the early shift at the
restaurant, came home that afternoon and asked why Jeremy's
pants were hanging from the window.
"Jeremy wet them again," Jody answered. "I think he
needs to go back into diapers."
"What happened, Jeremy?" his mother confronted him as
he sat on the couch in his underwear.
"I dunno, mom! It just happened!"
"You were right here, Jeremy!" his Mom said. "You could
have made it to the bathroom!"
"I was outside!"
"How far is it, just a few steps?"
"It was an accident! I had to pee and then it just came
Jeremy immediately got up and fled for the bathroom.
When he came out again his Mom saw that a large wet spot
appeared on the fly of his briefs.
"Did you just do this?" his mom asked, pulling on his
waistband and snapping it back over his stomach.
"Y-y-yes," he sobbed.
"I'm afraid you'll have to go back to wearing diapers
if you can't even hold it that long, Jeremy."
Jeremy cried and felt even more helpless and hopeless
than ever. His Mom went into the bedroom and brought out a
big stack of diapers and pins and laid them out on the
floor. Jeremy knew he had no choice but to allow his mother
to diaper him. She wrapped layer after layer of cloth over
his loins and fastened the pins at each side. She went back
to the bedroom for his plastic pants and pulled the enormous
crinkling garment over his bulging diapers. Once again
Jeremy felt what he had gotten used to-- big, heavy, thick
diapers that forced his legs apart and padded him up all
around his body over his stomach and half of his back. He
realized that from this day forward he would remain in
Jeremy's Mom took his pants into a used jeans outlet
and, because of their nearly new condition, she got an even
trade for a larger, but older pair of pants that Jeremy
would have to wear over his diapers. His mother had to rely
on guessing Jeremy's waist size with diapers. Jeremy was
disappointed to see that his Mom did not replace his new
jeans with another new pair, but a pair that looked like it
came from the thrift store, which it may as well have. She
had him try them on. Even as big as his diapers were, she
overestimated the waist size and they slid down and exposed
the top three to four inches of his high-rising diapers.
Because the pants were fitted for someone whose waist was
naturally much larger, the leg length was also much too long
for Jeremy, which his mother would correct.
"Everybody's wearing their pants that way these days,"
Jody said, though it provided no comfort to Jeremy as he
anticipated going to school like this.
"Everyone lets the top of their boxers show," Jody
continued. "Of course, you have diapers on, but it's the
same thing, sort of, I guess, I suppose. Or you could wear
your diapers thicker so your pants will fit."
Jeremy didn't care at this point. he knew his fate was
sealed and nothing could be changed about it. He nervously
walked to school that morning and was treated the way he
expected. Many of the kids from the apartment recognized
him. Some of the kids from the apartment were also fifth
graders and two of them, both of them girls, were in his
class. They teased Jeremy about his diapers and told the
rest of the class that Jeremy always had diapers on when he
played outside, except for one time when he didn't and ended
up wetting his pants.
By the end of the day Jeremy had all the humiliation he
could stand. His diapers were wet and smelly from peeing and
pooping in them early that day. He endured more taunts than
he could tolerate. He just wanted to go home and stay there.
He dreaded having to go back the next day but was forced to
After three days the school administrators decided that
Jeremy was not fit for placement with other classmates. He
was then transferred to a special class with other kids who
also wore diapers. They were given a separate lunch period
and recesses and were isolated from the main student body as
much as possible. The classroom was partitioned into
different sections for each grade. In lieu of restrooms, a
series of private stalls were provided for students to
change their diapers and the school nurse could assist the
younger ones if needed. Jeremy was diapered heavily enough
that he did not need to bring diapers with him to be
Most of the other students in the class were boys and
they represented all grade levels. Jeremy noted that he had
on much thicker diapers than the rest of the students, some
of whom volunteered to show Jeremy that they were wearing
disposables. At least Jeremy felt like he wasn't alone by
being the only fifth grader still in diapers, but he was
diapered much more conspicuously than the others. Jeremy
asked his Mom to buy him disposables, but she didn't want to
be buying them all the time with as little as she and
Jeremy's father were earning. He would need another pair of
pants to go along with them, his mother explained.
Jeremy did get one wish for which he had been hoping
when he got to Boise, making friends. He got to know several
of the boys in his class and he didn't feel ashamed to
invite them over and let them see the crib he slept in. One
of his friends mentioned that he was forced to sleep in one
and also had to sit in a high chair at the dinner table and
sit in a large playpen and play with toddler toys. Jeremy
made a visit to his house and saw that his room was
decorated just like a nursery with teddy bear wallpaper and
the whole works. Jeremy realized that things could have been
worse for him.
Jeremy and his family soon adjusted to the relatively
calm and quiet living in Boise and, after a few years of
hard work, each of his parents moved up into better paying
jobs and were able to afford a house. Oddly enough, the
house included a room that had once been a nursery. No
surprise to Jeremy, his bedroom was what became of the
nursery. The decor was never changed and his crib was never
replaced by a bed. By this time Jeremy learned to accept
having to wear diapers for the rest of his life and, as his
sexuality developed, so did his fetish for diapers. He
discovered masturbation, and being in diapers all the time,
he could never touch his bare penis like other boys did and
could only massage himself through the layers of cloth.
Jeremy started to feel pretty good about the way he was
growing up. The special classes he attended in school
sheltered him from all the evils that corrupted so many kids
his age, even in a place like Boise, Idaho, which was by no
means immune to drugs, teen pregnancy and violence, though
much less rampant than in larger cities. Jeremy did not want
to grow up and eventually he allowed his family to treat him
like he was their little boy. Being the youngest, he was,
just that he was now living up to every letter in his family
rank. He started playing with little boy toys again, mainly
since he was deprived of such pleasures growing up in
poverty in New York and only had a few basic toys then. He
allowed Jody's friends to change his diapers as he enjoyed
the attention he got from the buxom girls. In turn, they
liked treating a boy in such a way to make them feel mature
and superior to their male counterparts.
As Jeremy was tucked into his crib that night, he stuck
his pacifier in his mouth and thought about what would have
become of him had he and his family not moved to Boise. When
he thought about possibly getting beaten up or killed or
forced to take drugs, becoming a teenage baby boy was by far
the best thing that ever happened to him.
*** THE END ***