As I admired the way these new “Peaudouce” disposable diapers looked on me, I started to get dressed when my dad told me that we would be going to church yet this morning. I went over to my closet and picked out a pair of dress slacks and tried to put them over my wrappings, but it was difficult to slip them over my leg, let alone try to wear them over my very thick disposable diaper. My dad sensing that I was having difficulty selecting the proper attire for church, looked in my closet and pulled out a pair of Dockers casual dress slacks that I didn’t know they existed. He explained to me that while shopping for my diaper supplies, they though that I would need some additional clothing to fit over my new thick underwear. They decided to shop at J.C. Penney’s in the mall. They choose this pair because the fabric stretched and would easily pull over my leg. They also picked out the waist size that was about 2” bigger than what I normally wear to accommodate diapers for their teenage son. I sat on the edge of my bed and pulled the slacks over my legs and up and over my Peaudouce disposable diapers. I selected a long sleeve dress shirt and tucked them into my pants. As I was putting on my belt, I noticed that my pants were slightly on the bulky side. This was caused because of the thick diapers I had on underneath. I thought to myself that they weren’t really that noticeable, or at least that’s what I hoped for. I liked having to wear diapers, but then I didn’t want to advertise that I was wearing diapers.

After breakfast my parents and I climbed into the family van, me in tow with my crutches and headed off to church. Once inside St. Paul’s Lutheran church, I meet up with a friend (Jason) whom I saw at the grocery store. He asked his parents if it would be all right if he sat with me. They asked my parents and they said it would be ok. Jason and I sat behind my parents. I was having a slight problem getting into the pews with my leg as they were and with my crutches. Jason helped me with my crutches, which both of us sat down next to each other. I noticed the crinkling sound of disposable diapers, which I assumed was coming from me, Jason seemed to notice as well. During the church service, we had to stand up occasionally from time to time and every time we had to do this, I heard the crinkling of what I thought was my diaper and of course Jason looked at me every time he heard the sound too. I didn’t think he knew that I was actually had diapers on, but I knew that he saw the package of Peaudouce disposable diapers in the shopping cart at the grocery store yesterday. With my shorts bulking out yesterday and now with the crinkling of my disposable diaper underneath my slacks today, I’m sure that he had figured it out. After the service ended Jason helped me with my crutches and was behind me waiting to exit our row of pews, when he placed his hand along my waistline for a brief minute. I could feel that his hand had touched the top plastic of my diaper underneath my shirt. I knew his because you could hear the crinkling as he touched me. He didn’t say anything, but he did give me a strange look. I wondered if he knew that they were diapers because of the slipperiness of the plastic and the obvious crinkling noise. We parted company and my parents and I headed for home.

We stopped on the way home from church to Kentucky Fried Chicken to pick-up Sunday dinner. My mom didn’t feel like cooking today so they decided to treat with an entire prepared dinner. Once we got home, my dad asked me if I needed a diaper change before we ate, but I said, “No, I’m ok”. I said this because I was really hungry and just loved Kentucky Fried Chicken. Although I lied and really could have used a diaper change, I wasn’t willing to wait another minute. I thoroughly enjoyed my dinner and didn’t notice that I had severally wet my diaper beyond soaked, which in turn caused my pants to get wet. As I was getting up from the table my parents noticed my wet slacks and questioned me about them. My dad asked me, “Didn’t I ask you if you needed a diaper change right as we got home, and didn’t you tell me that you didn’t need a change? Then how come you have wet your diaper so bad that they leaked, young man?” I responded that I thought I would be able to go without a change and I was really hungry and wanted to eat. My dad told me that “just because you are hungry don’t mean that you can go without having your diaper change when it needs it. There is no point of you wearing diapers if you are going to soak your diaper beyond the point of over-saturation.” My dad promptly told me to go into my room and get undressed so that my diaper could be changed.

While I was getting undressed, my dad came into my room and pulled out one of my AttendsÔ disposable diapers and started to poke holes in the outer plastic covering of the diaper. I didn’t know what my dad was up to, but this couldn’t be good. After finishing taking off my church clothes, I lay down on my bed so that my dad could change my wet diaper. My dad proceeded to un-tape my soaked diaper, rolled it up and threw it away. He then cleaned me up with some baby wipes and placed the dry disposable diaper underneath me with an added diaper liner inside the disposable. After he taped the diaper up on me I asked him why he poked holes in the diaper, in which he replied, “You’ll see in a minute!” My dad then went over to the closet and pulled out some thick cloth diapers, diaper pins and plastic pants. He came back toward me and told me to lift up my butt, which he placed the thick cloth diapers underneath me and pinned them up over my disposable diaper. I asked him why he was putting two types of diapers on me. He replied that since I have a problem with wetting my pants and not letting them know when I need a diaper change, then for the reminder of the day, I was going to wear these thick diapers to remind me of my wetting accident.

“I’m sure that you won’t leak with the added diapers along with your normal disposable diapers.” He also told me that he is sorry about the accident, which caused me some bladder damage and now needed to wear diapers. He continued in saying that, “I know that it must be hard for someone of your age to start wearing diapers again, but there is no point in having to wear them if you are just going to over-saturate your diaper. You have to remember to change your diaper before it becomes a problem.” He then said to me, “You’ll keep these diapers on, until your bedtime at that point we’ll change you into your night diaper. Since you will be thickly diapered for the rest of the afternoon, what you do for the rest of the day is up to you!”

After he finished telling me this, he pulled a pair of “Soft N’ Silent” pull-on vinyl pants over the thick diapers. He then pulled a pair of Nikeâ cotton shorts over my obviously thick diapers and plastic pants. I stood up which you still could hear the crinkling of the disposable diaper that was underneath the thick cloth diaper and plastic pants that covered it. The noise wasn’t quite as loud as normal, but you still could detect the crinkling sound. My dad then handed me a T-shirt, which when I put it on, I noticed that it was on the short side. He told me that I wasn’t to change clothes until bedtime. After my dad left my bedroom, I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn’t believe that I resembled a toddler instead of the 15-year old I was. To me my diapers were really noticeable and very time I bent or leaned over, my shirt, which was on the short side to begin with, rode up and the top of my plastic pants showed.

I came out of my bedroom and once my mom saw me wearing really thick diapers, she asked my dad why. He told my mom, “since he didn’t care that he had wet himself and didn’t tell us that he needed a change, then he is going to wear a diaper that is thick enough so he won’t wet his pants again.” My mom agreed with my dad that maybe it was best to teach me a lesson, after all she said that they weren’t really that noticeable. “Yah, right mom,” I said. “These diapers are so thick that I can’t put my legs together!” I added.

“Well then maybe the next time you can inform your dad or myself when you’re wet and need a change and not wait until you leak. Remember that your diapers are for your own protection against wet clothing and bedding. It doesn’t do anybody any good if you over-saturate your diapers,” she said. She also told me, “if you weren’t going to ask for a change, then we should start to check your diaper and change your diaper like parents do to baby that can’t talk.” I replied that I didn’t want that and that I would ask for a change when needed.

I decided to play Nintendo in my room for the rest of the day. I enjoyed wearing diapers, but the way I was diapered and dressed it was an advertisement that I wore diapers. I couldn’t let anyone see my thickly diapered state, even Josh. About one hour into my game, the doorbell rang. I didn’t run to the door and answer it like I’d normally do, but decided to stay put. Who could blame me…who would want to see a 15-year old boy in very thick diapers and plastic pants. I didn’t pay much attention to who was at the door but within a minute, my mom told me that I had visitor. I hadn’t even gotten the chance to cover up my shamefully thick shorts, when Jason stepped into my bedroom doorway.

“Hi, Tim. I thought I’d stop by and see what you are up to this afternoon. Hope you don’t mind me stopping by without notice?” Jason asked me.

“No, that’s alright. I was just playing a Nintendo game. Have a seat,” I replied to Jason. As Jason sat down on the floor next to me, I noticed the familiar crinkling sound that I was use to hearing when I sat down or walked. I really didn’t think too much of it, but when Jason moved about, I heard the crinkling sound again. Maybe I was alittle paranoid about Jason finding out about my diapers. I quickly finished the game that I was playing and as I was doing this I felt myself wet. I let out a gusher but luckily for me I had on so much protection that there would no way I could have leaked. I was alittle embarrassed that I had wet myself in front of Jason, but he didn’t seem to notice. I wondered if Jason was just being nice and not saying anything about my shorts being so bulky. But when you think about it, how could you not notice the bulk in my shorts, the crinkling of the disposable diaper underneath my thick cloth diapers or even my plastic pants that would stick out if I weren’t careful. Jason didn’t say anything to me yet but did look at my shorts once in awhile.

After I finished my game, I asked Jason if he wanted to play a game with me. He told me that he would love to. I set the controls for two people and both of us started to play Nintendo on the floor in my bedroom. I was getting really comfortable around Jason, after all he never mentioned about my diapers. I guess he probably didn’t even think that a 15-year old would be diapered. As the game continued, Jason moved around when it was his turn. I could swear that every time Jason moved about, I heard the crinkling sound, like it was coming from Jason himself. Could it be that Jason wore diapers, too? Nah, he couldn’t be. I never yet meet anyone my age that still wore diapers. I knew that my plastic pants were showing from the leg openings from my shorts, but Jason did seem to look directly at them, but he didn’t say a word. There I go again, being paranoid about the whole diaper thing. He probably doesn’t have a clue that I’m wearing diapers.

While our game continued, I score big time points and Jason in retaliation, push me over on the floor. My shirt rode up, exposing my plastic pants and bits of my cloth diapers and even a bit of my disposable diaper sticking out from the cloth diaper to Jason. As I bent forward to correct myself, Jason tugged at my plastic pants and said to me ,“Nice underwear, Tim!” I didn’t know what to say and before I could say anything…Jason said to me, “You don’t have to worry about anything Tim. Your secret is safe with me. I know that you wear diapers, but why?”

I explained to him that it started several weeks ago when I was in that car accident with Josh. Apparently my bladder was damaged and now I have to wear diapers all the time to help me from wetting my pants. Jason said to me, “but at church this morning, you weren’t wearing them this thick?”

I explained that after church I didn’t ask for a change and ended up wetting myself, “so my dad made me wear these really thick diapers for the entire day. I guess he wanted to make sure I didn’t leak again and teach me a lesson that I need to have my diaper changed when it needs it.” I also told him that I was alittle embarrassed in seeing him, especially when I was wearing a thick disposable diaper, another thick cloth diaper and then plastic pants underneath my shorts. Jason just replied, “Well, the way you’re thickly diapered, I don’t think that you have to worry about wetting your pants and I’m sure that your diapers can handle all the wettings until bedtime.”

“So you don’t mind that I have to wear diapers, Jason?” I asked him.

“Not at all, Tim. I kinda figured that you wore diapers when I saw you and your mom at the grocery store the other day. I noticed the package of those junior disposable diapers in your shopping cart; you know the ultra thick kind. I even noticed that you might even be wearing them at the store because your mesh shorts kinda showed them. Then this morning at church, I heard that familiar crinkling sound when you moved about, especially when you sat down. That’s when I knew that you were wearing diapers, but I didn’t know why you were wearing them. I had to come over this afternoon to see if you were actually wearing them.”

“Jason, how do you know that the diapers in our shopping cart yesterday were the ultra thick kind, and what do you mean a familiar crinkling sound?” I asked.

“Well, umm, well I guess, I mean, umm, it said so on the package,” as Jason stumbled to talk. “I also have a brother who is in diapers and he always crinkles when he moves about, like you.” Jason added. I thought about it a minute or so and then decided that he could be right.

“Hey, why don’t you sleep over this Friday night. Since you now know that I wear diapers, it won’t be a big deal. We could have lots of fun,” I asked Jason. I could tell that Jason was taken back by my offer to spend the night over at my house and he did squirm alittle and as he did, I noticed once again the crinkling sound.

“I don’t know, I’m not sure if my mom will allow me to sleep over at someone else’s house,” Jason told me.

“Then if you can’t sleep over at my house maybe I can sleep over at your house some night” I asked.

“I’m not sure if that would work out, either,” Jason replied.

“Ok, something is not right here, Jason. First you come over here to see if I’m wearing diapers and then when I ask you to sleep over at my house, you turn me down. Is it because I have to wear diapers or something else? Another thing, you say you can hear the crinkling of my disposable diaper underneath my pants, but I could swear that when you move about I could hear the same crinkling sound. Is there something your not telling me Jason!” I asked of him.

“Tim, I have something to confess to you. I was alittle more interested in finding out if you wore diapers than a normal teen would be, Gosh this is hard to tell you,” Jason stammered again.

“Look Jason, you can tell me anything. I mean, you know that I wear diapers, so what’s the big deal?” I replied back.

“Well, you know that I said that I noticed a familiar crinkling sound of your diaper, well how can I say this right. I might as well show you instead!” Jason quietly said. With very little warning, Jason unbuckled his jeans and tugged them down just enough for me to get a good look at what he was wearing. My suspicions where right…Jason was not wearing regular underwear as any normal 15-year old should be wearing but what Jason had on was a disposable diaper. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Here Jason is, the same age as I and he is wearing the same Junior Peaudouce disposable diapers that I was wearing. Even like myself, Jason’s diaper seemed to be wet as well.

“Why are you wearing diapers, Jason?” I asked him.

“I’ve been a bedwetter all my life and have been wearing diapers at night to control my bedwetting, but recently within a few months or so, I started in having daytime accidents. My parents decided that if I was going to wet my pants, too, then I was going to have to start to wear daytime diapers. I haven’t worn them to school yet and hopefully I won’t have to. My parents generally make me wear them after school or on weekends. I guess this is their punishment for my daytime accidents,” Jason told me.

“Why have you been wetting yourself during the daytime. Is they’re something physically wrong?” I asked.

“No, I really don’t need daytime diapers, but those daytime accidents happened in part that I was too lazy to go to the bathroom when I needed too,” Jason replied. “Although I do have to admit, these Junior Disposable Diapers are really soft and more comfortable than I thought they’d be. I really don’t miss wearing regular underwear!” Jason confided in me.

“Do you like wearing diapers too, Tim?” Jason asked me.

“Well, not at first. I hated the fact that I had to wear diapers again. I mean, I’m fifteen. Fifteen year-olds don’t wear diapers. We should be wearing boxer shorts or regular briefs, not diapers. I was never a bedwetter like you, but since the accident and returning in wearing diapers all the time; I’m getting used to wearing them. Of course, now that I have to wear them, they are actually very comfortable and soft like you said,” I replied.

“These Peaudouce junior diapers are really comfortable, although the AttendsÔ disposable diapers fit better and are abit more thicker. Do you ever wear cloth diapers and plastic pants, Jason?” I asked.

“No, my parents always have put me in disposable diapers at night. It makes it easier for me to change myself and this way they don’t have to deal with washing any diapers!” Jason replied. “Do you wear cloth diapers and plastic pants, Tim?” Jason asked me.

“Yes, my parents bought me several dozen cloth diapers and several pairs of plastic pants. They thought that it would save them money if I wore cloth diapers at night instead of a disposable diaper,” I told him.

“Gosh, what is it like wearing thick cloth diapers and plastic pants?” Jason asked.

“It’s not all that bad. At first I thought myself as a baby when they diapered me that first night in cloth diapers and plastic pants, but then I realized that this was only for the night time and no one would ever see them, except for today. The only problem with cloth diapers is that when they are wet, you actually know that you are wet, unlike wearing a disposable diaper, the wetness passes through the diaper leaving you nice and dry. Sometimes it sorta nice being in nice comfy thick cloth diapers and a nice pair of super soft plastic pants. It makes you feel all comfortable and secure,” I told him.

We talked alittle more about being fifteen and still wearing diapers. We discussed about the fact that I might have to return to school wearing diapers and I told him that I was hoping that my bladder would heal by then and I would no longer have the need for diapers. Jason told me that he’d better get heading home, especially when Jason told me that he had wet his diaper again and needed a change. I offered Jason one of my disposable diapers to change in to, but he told me that he felt alittle uncomfortable about changing in someone else’s house. We did talk about staying over at each other’s house some night and he agreed that since the both of us knew about each other’s diapers that it probably would be ok to do so. Jason also thanked me for being open about his diapers and sharing my feelings about myself wearing them. Jason left my house and I was thrilled that I wasn’t the only 15 year-old still in diapers, or at least most of the time. Maybe wearing diapers wasn’t going to be that bad after all. I also was thrilled at the prospect of both Jason and I sleeping over some night. We would be sleeping in the same room wearing the same nightwear, which of course was DIAPERS.

My mom came into my room and told me that dinner was almost ready and I was to wash up. I asked her if I could get out of these thick diapers as they were getting abit uncomfortable, but she replied that I was being punished for wetting myself and I would have to stay thickly diapered until bedtime. Well at least I wouldn’t have to worry about leaking but what I wasn’t prepared for was what was to happen after dinner. My parents and I enjoyed the dinner my mom prepared and we talked about several topics, but the only topic that wasn’t discussed was that I was thickly diapered for abusing my say when I needed a diaper change earlier in the day. After dinner, I had the urge to poop, and I knew that I was to be kept in these very thick diapers until bedtime. I didn’t know what to do. I thought about taking off my diapers and using the toilet to release my bowels, but I wasn’t sure what my parents would do if the found out that I used the toilet. It was bad enough wearing these really thick diapers for wetting myself, but could you imagine what they would do to me for not using my diapers for that they were intended for. The urge was getting so bad, that finally about ½ hour later I messed in my diaper. I could feel the warm sticky mass spreading around inside my diaper. Thank-God that I was double diapered, as if I wasn’t, I’m sure that it would have leaked out of my disposable diaper. I decided to play another Nintendo game and as I sat down, I could feel the thick mass spread even more around my buttocks and groin. I was feeling very uncomfortable by this time. About 2 hours later my mom came into my room and told me that it was time that I get ready for bedtime. I was told to lie down on my bed so she could change my diaper. She pulled off my shirt, shorts and socks, exposing my thickly diapered state. She knew that I was wet, but never realized what she would find after pulling off my plastic pants. After my plastic pants were removed, a smell permeated the room. She then said to me, “My God, either you’re extremely wet or that you messed in your diapers as well.”

After un-pinning my cloth diapers, she noticed that I had messed my diaper and it was leaking onto the cloth diaper as well. “You’re a mess, I guess this is my fault. If you were allowed to use the bathroom, you wouldn’t have messed in your diapers. I’m sorry that you were kept in these really thick diapers all day and that you had to mess in them, too. I bet that you couldn’t have been really comfortable. I know that you need diapers to control your bladder, but you shouldn’t have to worry about messing in them too. Can you forgive us, Tim?” she said.

As she was cleaning me up, I told her that it was ok. “It was my fault for wetting my pants like I did after church and not telling you that I needed a diaper change.”

Wearing these really thick diapers really wasn’t all that bad. They were actually comfortable and not once did I have to worry about wetting my pants or having my diaper change, except when I messed in them. I really didn’t like that feeling of a messy diaper. My mom asked me if Jason discovered that I was wearing diapers. I told her that it was obvious that I was wearing diapers and that Jason had noticed my plastic pants sticking out from my shorts, but I also told her that Jason figured it out at church, when he heard the crinkling inside my pants. I also told her that he saw the package of the Junior Peaudouce disposable diapers in the shopping car the other day and that he had put two and two together.

Once she cleaned me up, she placed a clean cloth diaper underneath my butt and sprinkled some baby powder on my nice dry diapers and me. She then pinned the diapers up in place and pair of super soft plastic pants was pulled up in place. After I was diapered for the night, she then un-wrapped my leg and cleaned that up as well. As she was doing this, she asked me how Jason handled the fact that I was wearing diapers again. I told her that he didn’t care in the least bit, but I also didn’t tell her that Jason was a bedwetter and wore night diapers and even wore them during the daytime. I figured that I would have too, sometime, but not now.

Once my leg was cleaned and re-wrapped, she kissed me goodnight and turned out the lights and shut my bedroom door. I was lying there wearing nothing but thick cloth diapers and plastic pants. I couldn’t help but wonder what the next few days or weeks would bring. Here I am fifteen and wearing diapers. I have a best friend (Josh) who knows about my diapers and couldn’t care less that I wear diapers and a new friend (Jason) who I just discovered was wearing diapers just like me. It couldn’t get any better that this, or could it?

TAH, 10-28-99 020661

(Finished Date, Started on 6-1-99