The Three Diapered Amigo's Book II Chapter 12: Craig's New Bed
The Three Diapered Amigo's
Book II: Craig's Battle for Diapers
Written by JD © February 2012
Warning: The story you are about to read contains diaper use, violence, adult language and strong sexual content. The following is evil, illegal, should be banned, and all that other blah, blah, blah. If reading a coming of age story of self-discovery about pre-adolescent and adolescent boys that wet their beds, wear diapers, and explore their awakening sexuality with each other does not tickle your pickle (or if the law in your area says that pickle tickling is illegal) then don't read it.
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Chapter 12: Craig's New Bed
"I am really sorry Randy." I said through a sniffle as I hugged my friend.
"I am too. She was a real nice grandma." Mark said softly as he also hugged Randy.
"Thanks guys, you don't know how much this means to have you both here." Randy cried softly.
Poor Randy had been crying for days now.
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This last Thursday, which had been the best day in my life, had been for Randy and his family, the worst. Thursday Night, after I had gone to bed, Randy's Grandma had passed from this life into the next one. I didn't learn about it until Randy called me the next morning as I was getting ready for school.
At first when he called I wanted to tell him the news about my diapers but before I could, he told me about his grandma. I could hear him crying into the phone as he explained that he and Billi would not be in school that day.
Hearing about his Grandma dying was hard as she was always super nice to me, but hearing him cry felt even worse, like someone was trying to rip my heart out of my chest! In the end I couldn't and didn't tell him about my diaper news, as it just didn't feel appropriate. I of course expressed to him how sorry I was and agreed to come and see him as soon as I could.
That Friday morning walking to the bus stop, I felt awful. When I saw Mark as I approached the bus stop, I knew instantly that Randy had called him as well. I knew by the look Mark gave me that he could see that I too knew the news. We ended up quietly talking about Randy and his grandma on our way to school. Both Mark and I had spent a lot of time with Randy's grandma and we even called her grandma as well. We both understood what Randy and his family were going through right now and hoped that somehow they would get through this.
I tried my best not to think about my diapers that morning on the bus and decided not to say anything about them to Mark, at least not now. It didn't matter because Mark noticed the bulge in my jeans. He then begged me to tell him everything, which I did, including the older mean boy that I got a stiffy from, though I didn't tell him about the stiffy. I also left out the sex talk that Dad had given me as I figured it would be better to tell him when we were alone in private. Maybe sometime in the next day or two we could even play around with each other's boyhood some more.
Mark was definitely happy that I was now allowed to wear diapers and was even a little jealous of me when he found out that I was wearing real ones to school and not pull-ups. Mom even sent me to school with a bag of diapers and supplies to take to the nurse's office first thing that morning. With only three days of school left she hoped that it would be enough to get me through those next three days. Even though he was happy for me, he too felt awful for Randy and our mood that whole day was mostly somber. Even though we did try to cheer each other up, we failed miserably. Never once did we do, let alone even talk about what we did the day before in the boy's bathroom.
As much as I felt I shouldn't be allowed to enjoy anything that day, I still enjoyed when I had to have my diaper changed. So far Since Mom started putting me in a diaper yesterday, I had yet to poop. This Friday morning though, I felt the pressure and the need to go. With only a moment's thought about it, I pushed it out of me. Boy did that soft log feel good in the thick diaper wrapped around my loins. Unfortunately I would not allow myself to enjoy my messy diaper today.
Before class that morning, I had given my teacher a note from the school nurse explaining my new situation, so when I raised my hand and asked my teacher if I could go see the nurse, she made no comment. She just went to her desk and wrote out a hall pass for me. Truthfully I wanted to sit in my wet and messy diaper longer, but like I said, I felt like it was wrong to have any enjoyment on this day. Plus, I really wasn't yet too sure about having my classmates smell the mess I made in the confines of my diaper.
As much as I didn't want to, I still couldn't help enjoy it when the nurse changed my diaper and cleaned me up. I ended up so excited at being changed my boyhood became as hard as a solid steel rod. She of course noticed and even commented on how much I seemed to be enjoying my diaper change. I was extremely grateful that she didn't think I was weird, about me liking diapers. When it came time to get the new diaper on me I did find it very uncomfortable when she pushed my hard member down between my legs, before taping the new diaper on me.
The diaper she put me in that morning I had planned to wear until I got home. Unfortunately it started to leak right before last recess and my teacher noticed. She handed me a hall pass and sent me to the nurse. The nurse removed my soaked and leaking diaper. She then cleaned all the pee from my diaper area before putting me into a dry clean diaper. It turned out that my diaper had leaked pretty badly and my pants were too wet to put back on. It turned out that Mom had sent an extra pair of my jeans with me as well as those diapers, just in case my diaper leaked. So, fortunately I had a clean pair of pants to wear.
When I got home that day from school I begged my mom to let me go to Randy's. Mom agreed as long as I called his house and made sure it was okay with his parents first. Sadly no one answered and I got the Smith's answering machine. I left a quick message for Randy to call me as soon as he got home and then reluctantly started my homework.
During dinner the phone started to ring and when Mom, who answered it, said it was for me; I ran all the way from the table to get it. Dad of course yelled at me to slow down which I did all of 2 seconds, which is until he was no longer paying attention. At first, because I had been expecting Randy, I was greatly disappointed when it was Mark not Randy's voice I heard. Mark had noticed my disappointment right away and other then a small joke about it, he didn't mention it again.
The reason Mark called was to let me know that Randy had called him and invited us both over on Saturday for a few hours. He said that Randy had asked if Mark could let me know as his mom needed the phone back.
Neither Mark nor I knew where he had been at all afternoon as Randy had to get off the phone before any questions could be asked or answered. It was agreed that both Mark and I would ride over to his house together. After making sure it was okay with Mom, I told Mark I would be over at his house the next morning.
The next day at Randy's house we sat around in his room and I honestly was surprised when his brother Billi sat with us and never once made fun of us or threaten to beat Mark or me up. I have to say I was shocked to see this big school bully crying as much as his brother Randy. It almost made me feel sorry for him but then I remembered how he treated me and I felt my heart turn to stone as I remembered the humiliation he put me through.
Neither Mark nor I really knew what to say to Randy, in the end we each talked about the good and fond memories we had of Billi and Randy's Grandma. Even Billi shared some tender moments of his own. Once again I felt kinda sorry for him and as much as I didn't want it to, that feeling continued to grow in me about him. The sharing of these feelings seemed to help both Randy and his brother and when Mark and I were told that it was late and that we had to go home; we found it hard to do so. Before we left, Randy hugged both Mark and I. Then shockingly I was stunned silent, when Billi did the same.
After Mark and I went our separate ways home, I found myself thinking about this new `softer side' of Billi. To be honest this new Billi... well it kinda creeped me out some. I was so use to Billi being the bully he was, that it was un-nerving to see him this way.
By the time I got home, my diaper that Mom had put me in right before I left for Mark's, was soaked. I probably should have asked Mark Mom to have changed me while at Randy's but to be honest I didn't think about it. In fact it wasn't until Mom was changing me that I realized that neither Mark nor I, told Randy about my diapers. I hoped he wouldn't think I was trying to keep secrets from him again and resolved to tell him the next day at his grandma's funeral.
That's right, before we had left from Randy's, Mrs. Smith had told us that she had talked to both of our parents and if we wanted to, we were both invited to the funeral, which was tomorrow. Both Mark and I had promised we would be there before we left. So I resolved as mom changed me that I would find a time at some point to tell Randy about my diapers. Hopefully I can make it not sound more important than his grandma.
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So here I was, the funeral was now over and we were getting ready to leave. Both my parents and Mark's family had come as well and now our parents wanted to leave to give Randy's family some time alone.
While Mark and Randy were still hugging and all of our parents were talking together, something pulled my attention to a spot several yards away from our group. Billi was all by himself and from his uncontrollable shaking, I knew he was crying hard. I guess he had gone away from the group so that no one `especially us runts', could see him cry.
I don't know where my courage came from, but somewhere my feet found it and started to move me over to the part of the cemetery, where Billi was at. He was so caught up in his sobs that he didn't hear me coming. Even though I knew he didn't hear me, he never flinched as I wrapped my arm around his back in what I hope he would take as sympathy and friendship. When I did this Billi looked down at me and for a moment I thought I saw the gleam, of the Billi I knew, in his eyes; but it was quickly replaced with the sorrow that had been filling his eyes the last few days. Then like the day before, Billi embraced me tightly and cried into my shoulder. When I say cry, I mean a full-out blubber fest. I knew that I would have to burn my suit coat after I got home!
"Craig, I know I have been mean to you and you have every right to hate me for the rest of your life, but I miss my grandma so much!" Billi blubbered as he continued to cry into my shoulder.
To be honest, I didn't see what one had to do with the other. I know that Billi was mostly a jerk and I normally reminded myself how much I hated him with every breath I took. Somehow I knew in Billi's own way that he was trying to thank me. Yes it would have been better to actually have him apologize and ask for forgiveness, but this was better than nothing. So, for the time being, I held the bigger boy in my arms and let him continue to cry on my shoulder. At one point I looked back over to Randy and Mark and both of them looked at me, stunned! I knew from their looks that I was going to be questioned to death as soon as they could do so. For now though, I smiled at them and continued to comfort Billi in the only way I could, that was allowing him to cry until he exhausted his tears.
When Mom came to let me know we had to leave, Billi refused to let me go. It was as if I became his survival raft and if he didn't have me clutched to him, he would drown in the angry waters of life. Mom sighed when she realized she alone was not going to be able to pry Billi off of me so after making sure I was okay, she left to get help.
"Billi, you're going to have to let me go, our parents are going to think you are hurting me." I urged him.
"Craig, I am so sorry, so sorry; just so sorry!" Billi once again started to cry.
"I know you are and I am really sorry about your grandma, but man, you're squeezing me so hard that it is hard to breathe." I tried to tell him through panting breaths. He indeed had started to squeeze me tighter and now my ribs were crying out in pain and each breath I took burned my throat.
"Oh, I am sorry Craig; I didn't mean to hurt you!" Billi quickly apologized as he finally let go of me.
It was about then that my mom had reappeared with not only my dad but also Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Billi's parents looked at him accusingly like he might have had his hand caught in the cookie jar.
"I am okay Mr. and Mrs. Smith, Billi wasn't hurting me." I quickly said as I came to his rescue. "He just needed someone to talk to." I explained to the adults standing around us.
My explanation did the trick as Billi's parents hugged their son until he once again stopped crying. I guess Mom was feeling a strong rush of emotions as she started to dab at her eyes with her hanky. It wasn't until later when Randy and Mark told me that I found out that I had been bawling just as hard as Billi had been through our embrace. Not even when Mom came over and wiped my face with her hanky and then instructed for me to blow as she held it over my nose, did I realize this.
"I have an idea." Dad announced to us all. "As you two..." And Dad motioned towards the Smiths. "...had already mention, you haven't had any time to yourselves the last few days; I suggest that the two of you take a few hours and we will take the boys for the evening." Dad suggested and not even for a moment did I feel horror stricken at the idea of Billi being once again in our house.
Both the Smiths talked quietly to each other for a moment before smiling at my dad.
"Are you sure that would be okay with you?" Mr. Smith asked my dad. He then glanced over Billi's way, before continuing. "We know how much trouble the twins can be at times."
"It is no problem at all, I am sure the twins will be on their best behavior." My mom replied with a smile.
It was then decided that both Randy and Billi would join us for dinner so that their parents could have some much needed alone time.
As we were all about to leave the Smiths promised Randy and Billi that they would pick them up shortly after dinner. Both of them hugged their parents and I could tell they were all crying once again. Before we left I begged the Taylors to allow Mark to come over to my house as well but they figured it would be just too much for my parents right now. So both Randy and I said goodbye to Mark.
"Hey I will see you in school tomorrow Mark!" I shouted out the window as we started to drive away.
"Don't forget to tell Randy!" Mark shouted back.
Randy had been in the middle of shouting his own goodbye but stopped when he heard Mark's shout. He looked at me puzzled as we started to head for home.
"Later." I mouthed to him, hoping he understood.
I was thankful when he showed he indeed did understand by nodding his head. From this point the three of us boys including Billi talked amongst ourselves as we headed back to my house. Never once on the way did we discuss anything about the funeral, my bedwetting, or Billi's overnight miraculous conversion to the good side of the force.
Not wanting to poop my diaper while at the funeral I tried to go before we left but other than peeing a little, was not able to accomplish anything. As I was afraid, the urge to poop came on me strongly during the service and I had been trying my best to hold it since. When Billi had almost squeezed me to death I had almost lost control of my bowels then. I did end up soaking my diaper uncontrollably though. Now sitting in the car with over a half hour drive ahead of us still, I knew I wasn't going to make it. As the last of my ability to keep from soiling myself faded I started to quietly whimper.
Mom will never cease to surprise me. "Craig Sweetie, did you just poop your diaper?"
I don't think she was thinking at the moment she said it, otherwise I am sure she would not have done so in front of Randy and Billi. My face turned 12 shades of -red and I found that I was not able to voice my answer, let alone anything else. My voice box seemed to have become paralyzed and was down for the count.
"I think that is a confirmative!" Billi laughed and somehow I could tell that this laugh was not intended to hurt me in anyway.
Billi's laughter was actually the medicine we all needed so much. It was hard for me to believe, but me pooping myself was actually what we all needed. Billi's laughter spread like a wild fire and soon we were all laughing, including me. Of course the car was overwhelmed by the stench emanating from my diaper and even with the windows rolled down we were all relieved when we pulled into the driveway.
As we walked inside the door Mom ordered me back to my room. "Craig, go get ready and I will be back there in a minute."
Randy stared at me questionably as I passed him on my way to my room. "What's going on he asked?" For some reason he had completely missed Mom's comment about me wearing a diaper in the car.
"Hey stupid, he is going to have his diaper changed!" Billi berated Randy as he elbowed him hard enough to make Randy wince.
"Diaper?" Randy asked still trying to get over the pain that Billi had inflicted on him.
"My God, you're thickheaded!" Billi declared. "You can't tell me that you have been with him all day and you can't see his diaper bulge?" Billi asked Randy as if he must be blind and to help him out, he pointed his brother's head down to my crotch so that he could see it.
"Oh my... Oh my..." other than `oh my', Randy didn't seem capable of completing his thought.
Ignoring his brother and surprising me, what Billi asked next caused me conflicting emotions. "Hey Craig, do mind if we come back while you are being changed?"
My first thought was, "HELL NO!" But then another thought came to me, what if deep down Billi was into diapers too. If he was, it would make things easier for me to help his interest along.
I paused for a few more moments before making my decision. "Okay, but I swear Billi; if you ever make fun of me for it, I will find a way to kill you!" I knew this came across a little rude and at first I thought that Billi was going to pound my small frame into the floor of our house.
Nope, instead he smiled at me and said, "Okay, you got a deal." Billi then stuck out his hand and I shook it to seal our deal.
I didn't say a word as I walked back to my room to do as my mom said. I did look over my shoulder and saw Billi following me. And Randy, with that still puzzled expression on his face, following up the rear.
When Mom walked into my room and saw the scene, she gave me a questioning look. I knew what she was thinking; here I was spread out on my bed in nothing but my diaper. Sitting at my desk was of course Billi, who was looking through one of my comics and Randy who was standing next to him gawking at me in disbelief. I just nodded letting her know that I was okay and with a disapproving look towards Billi she started to get the stuff out to change my diaper. I knew what Mom was thinking and to be truthful, even though Billi seemed like a new nicer Billi, I couldn't help wondering if this was new ammunition for him. I also wondered what Mom would have said if she knew that Billi had helped me out of my suit.
I don't know why but as Mom changed me I kept one eye on Billi through the whole thing. Maybe it was because I feared that if I didn't, it would show weakness on my part and make Billi change his mind. Then maybe he would tell everyone what he witnessed. Then again, maybe it was to see if his facial expressions would show any interest in diapers. Unfortunately through the whole diaper change though, Billi never looked up from the comic he was looking through. Now Randy on the other hand continued to gawk in amazement at me. At one time I swear I thought his face might slip right off his head! Don't ask me why I thought that, it was just the first thought that popped into my mind when I saw him at that moment.
The worst part for me was as Mom cleaned my poop off my bottom, my penis got rock hard and for a moment I almost reached out to touch it. Luckily I had enough sense to stop myself before I did. The last thing I wanted to do was freak out my mom. At least this time Mom didn't comment on it happening, like she did a couple other times. But my dad was the worse when yesterday he saluted it and I couldn't help giggling at it, that is after he explained the joke to me.
Even with Billi there in my room I still managed to enjoy my diaper change very much. I could tell that I was no longer as embarrassed about all of this as much as I use to. Mom also didn't pull any punches just because Randy and Billi were right there. She cleaned me thoroughly making sure like always that my poop chute was as clean as the rest of my diaper area. She even smeared my bottom and boy parts with diaper cream and dusted me with baby powder. The most amazing thing though was what happened next. I didn't know it, but Mom had gone shopping at a special medial supply store and found cloth diapers and rubber pants in my size.
I stared in amazement at the cloth diaper Mom held in her hand. I hadn't noticed when she got it out that it was not a disposable. I of course just for a second took my attention from Billi but quickly realizing what I did I pointed an eye back his way, but he seemed to be still absorbed in the comic he was reading.
Once Mom had pulled the rubber pants up over my new thick cloth diaper I gave her a big smile. "I love you Mom, thanks for the new diapers."
She smiled back at me before saying, "I am glad you like them sweetie." She then leaned down and kissed me on my forehead before leaving the room with my balled up soiled disposable diaper in hand.
As soon as she was gone Billi dropped the comic and -smiled at me. For a moment I knew he was going to say something mean.
"You promised!" I angrily warned him.
He smirked at me but decided to keep the comment to himself which I knew took great effort on his part. I then turned my attention to Randy who I couldn't help notice was still blown away with amazement.
I guess Billi noticed too as he reached out and pinched Randy hard on the inside of his thigh. I could tell instantly that Randy had felt that pinch even through his suit pants, as his eyes got big and then let out a yelp of pain.
"Damn you Billi!" Randy quietly swore under his breath as he backhanded his brother right in the chest.
I could tell by the wince of pain from Billi that it hurt as well. I found myself smiling which got both of their attentions.
"What!" They both said at the same time and I am sure if it had been any other time they would have tried to jinx one another.
I smiled a wicked grin. "Hey I am all up for it if you guys want to beat the hell out of each other in front of me."
"Hey, if you don't watch it buddy I am going to tickle torture you until you pee yourself!" Randy joked.
"Well I guess I am glad I am diapered then, at least I don't have to worry if I do end up peeing." I giggled and when Randy made a fake lunge toward me I screamed out, "No, please don't!"
"Boys, you better not be fighting in there!" My Dad's voice rang through the house.
"Were not, I promise Dad!" I hollered back.
"You better not be!" Was Dad's final say on the subject.
I got up and closed the door to my room, then returned to my bed and sat on the edge of it. I patted the spot next to me and motion for Randy to sit there. As Randy took his seat I glanced once again to Billi who I found amazingly quiet. I was really hoping that this side of Billi would be here for good but something told me that it would not be the case.
"So, I guess you guys are wondering why I am wearing a diaper?" I asked them. They both nodded their head and I continued. "You both know about all the accidents I have been having. Well after seeing the doctor Thursday and talking it over with my parents, we decided that it would be best to wear a diaper until I no longer had accidents." I explained.
I went into more detail with the two of them, hoping that Billi would keep his promise to me. I did not though tell Billi anything about the plan or my wanting to wear diapers. As far as he knew, all my accidents were real accidents. I figured that I told enough though that Randy was able to read between the lines. This was confirmed when Billi left to use the bathroom and Randy and I had a few minutes alone.
"I can't believe it finally worked!" Randy excitedly whispered.
"Yeah neither can I." I admitted. "You know I was going to give up that day?" I wasn't 100% sure on that but I did feel that way.
"Well it is good that you didn't, boy that would have sucked to be so close!" He exclaimed.
We would have talked more but his brother came back into the room. The three of us talked about comics and our favorite superheroes, I think I shocked them both when I said mine was the Green Lantern.
"Since when?" Randy demanded to know.
"Just recently!" I shot back at him.
"Oh Man! The Green Lantern is dumb!" Billi announced annoyingly. "No one likes him!"
"That's not true. I do, and he is not dumb!" I shot back. "He is real cool!"
"Yeah he is okay I guess, but the Flash rocks!" Randy laughed putting his own two cents in.
"You guys are both morons!" Billi declared. "Everyone knows that Batman is the coolest!" He had me there, I thought Batman was cool too, I mean he had a cool tag as well `The Dark Knight'.
Batman was my all-time favorite superhero too until last week when Dad let me watch a new DVD he bought. It was the Green Lantern movie and I now think he is cooler than anything, even Superman and Batman! I have already asked Dad if I could get some Green Lantern Underoos, well I guess that won't happen now but to be honest I prefer the diapers anyway. Who knows, maybe Mom can find some rubber or plastic pants with Green Lantern on them. Anyway until we were called for dinner, I continued to argue in favor of Green Lantern being the coolest of the superheroes.
As promised, not long after dinner was over, the Smith's came to pick up their sons. But not before we had gone back to my room and talked some more.
I am not sure why I all of a sudden cared; maybe it had something to do with me for the first time since knowing Billi, that I found myself wanting to know more about him. I guess I was feeling a friendship connection with him that I never felt before so I didn't care before, but now that wasn't no longer the case and I found myself wondering for the first time why Billi had such a strange name. I guess I should take that back as it wasn't the name that was strange but the way it was spelled. I may only just turned 11 but even I knew how Billy was spelled. For some reason though Billi had an `i' at the end of his name instead of a `y' like any other normal person named Billy would have. I am not sure why I never at least asked Randy about it but now thinking about it I found myself strongly needing to know why this was.
"Um Billi." I started. "Uh, can I ask you something without you getting mad at me?"
I saw a glare for just a moment that I did not like one bit emit from Billi's eyes before he shrugged his shoulders. "I guess so." He muttered.
I paused for a moment, rethinking about what I was about to do. The problem was, as scared as I was, the need to know was to strong and I felt if I did not ask now that I may never know why. I could tell that even Randy was feeling the tension and even though he was doing so silently, I could tell he was mouthing don't do it. I decided not to listen.
"Billi, I am curious," and before I could stop myself again, I asked my burning question. "Why does your name end with an `i' instead of a `y'?" I should have stopped there but my mouth went on. "Isn't it weird that it ends with an `i', I mean it sounds almost as if it was a girl's name instead of a boy's?" At this I realized I went too far and knew I was now going to get hit.
I hadn't even realized I was closing my eyes shut so tight that they were aching, that is until I opened them after several seconds without being punched. Instead of an angry Billi, I saw an emotional one.
Randy was the one who ended up explaining as Billi wiped tears from his eyes.
"We were both named after our grandparents. Our grandfather's name was Randal and our grandma, the one who just passed away was named Billi. Mom had intended on naming him Billy but because having the two of us was so hard on her that she was pretty drugged out on pain killers and when she wrote Billi's name on the papers she used her mother's name by accident and not Billy. For some reason no one has never done anything to fix it."
At this Billi wiped the last of his tears away and spoke up, "and I never will! I will always leave it as Billi besides," Billi then smiled, "It is nice when you have something more unique."
That was all that was said about Billi's name and from that point we just talked about school and summer plans until Randy and Billi's parents arrived. I did later that evening think about it again and wondered how I could have known Randy and Billi for that matter all of these years and not know that they were named after their grandparents. I guess I never knew their grandparents first names as I never met their grandfather who passed away several years ago and I always just called their grandma, Grandma.
Before they left I thanked them for letting Randy and Billi stay over and I think the Smith's along with my parents were shocked when I not only said goodbye and see you tomorrow to Randy, but to Billi as well. I could even tell Billi himself seemed amazed. But he did manage to joke, or at least I hope it was a joke.
"Hey squirt, don't you get all girlie on me at school! I may just have to pound you a little, ya know." He then smiled a wicked grin, "Besides I have a reputation to protect!" That one earned him a playful whack on the back of his head from his dad.
The rest of that evening I watched TV until I was told it was bedtime. Of course I begged and pleaded to be allowed to stay up longer like any other red-blooded American kid. But my parents had already been inoculated with their `kid begging, whining, and pleading inoculation shots' already for the year. So they were easily able to shrug it off, and sent me to my room to get ready for bed. Mom of course followed me in and changed me into a dry cloth diaper for the night before helping me into my pajamas and tucking me into bed. It turned out that I was tired after all because as soon as Mom turned off my light I found my eyes starting to get heavy with sleep.
As I laid there fighting off sleep for as long as I could, I thought back on the last few days and the sadness we had all been feeling. I was glad that for at least a few hours today that we all, especially Randy was able to feel joy even if it was only temporary. Even though we argued a few times and even got upset, I really think we had fun this evening and I wouldn't have exchanged it for nothing. And as I started to fall asleep, another thought popped into the forefront of my mind. That whole evening, ever since I got back home and got changed, I ran around the house in nothing but a cloth diaper and my rubber pants and not once seemed embarrassed or even overly concerned about it. At this I smiled, and then fell asleep.
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I was gently shaken awake by my mom that next morning. "Rise and shine sweetie. It is Monday and time for you to get ready for school."
I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. "Oh Mom, do I really have to go to school today?" I then yawned. "You do know that today is a half day and I won't learn anything anyway." I tried to reason with her through my tired and not fully awake mind.
I then looked around me and noticed that I was in Mom and Dad's bed and not my own. Since Thursday night I had been sleeping in my own bed again every night though last night I somehow ended up in my parents' bed and don't remember how.
"Mommy, why am I in your bed?" I asked as I lifted my arms to allow Mom to pull my pajama top over my head.
"You don't remember baby?" Mom asked cautiously.
I shook my head no as I had no memory after going to sleep last night. "What happened Mommy?"
"Maybe you not remembering is a good thing honey as you seemed pretty shook up about it." Mom tried to sidestep the question.
After Mom had exposed my diaper and rubber pants I could tell how wet the cloth diaper was and wondered if it was the one that I went to bed in. As always Mom's super powers impressed me. Once again she seemed to know exactly what I was thinking about.
"I didn't have to change you last night at all. These cloth diapers really work better for night." Mom smiled down at me. "I may need to put two of them on though as this one looks pretty close to bursting."
"Two!" That thought was repeated over and over in my mind.
Because of how wet the diaper was Mom had me follow her to my bathroom while standing in the tub, she removed my rubber pants and diaper. When the last pin on one side was removed the diaper fell between my legs and made a loud thump on the porcelain bottom.
Both Mom and I laughed before I said, "oops!" Then we laughed some more.
Mom left me so that I could take my shower, taking my sodden cloth diaper and rubber pants with her. Once the water started going it felt wonderful on my skin. Little by little I washed all the traces of my night shame down the drain and was actually sad to see it go.
It was during my shower though that my mind wandered back to the question of how I ended up in Mom and Dad's bed last night. I tried my best to remember anything between the time I went to sleep last night in my own bed and when I woke up in theirs, but like before I drew a blank. Then a scary thought entered the front of my mind. What if I were having another nightmare about the Blue Eyeball Killer last night? Maybe I was talking in my sleep again and Mom now knows that I have been afraid of him. Then I remembered that last I knew another Kid had gone missing the other day and the other boy was now found dead. For some reason I knew that I had to find out more about this killer. I don't know why I was compelled to do this but something told me I need... no, I had to do it!
When I was done in the bathroom and entered my room, Mom was waiting for me. As she taped one of my thick disposables on me I asked her once again about last night.
"Craig baby, you had a bad dream and woke up screaming. I swear your Dad almost broke his leg trying to get to you." At this I couldn't help picturing my dad hobbling around with a broken leg. I am not sure if Mom sensed my thoughts or not again as she smiled. "We were both really worried. I picked you up and cradled you in my arms until you stopped crying. You talked to us for about a minute then went back to sleep."
"What did we talk about I asked?"
"Well you did ask to sleep in bed with us but most of everything else was hard to understand as you weren't making much sense."
Once again I knew that Mom was holding back on me but I was now more certain then earlier in the shower that it had to do with the guy kidnapping and then killing those kids. Something in me wanted to make me tell Mom right there and then that I knew I was going to be this serial killers next victim. Call it a sixth sense but I knew it was true, or as true as I could understand at my age. But before I could tell her, Mom had decided it was time to change the subject and by doing this wiped the killer out of my head for the next several hours.
"Your dad went into the office early this morning." Mom announced to me.
"So Dad's gone already?" I asked.
"Yes he is but don't worry, he will be home shortly after you have lunch today." Mom stopped and smiled at me. "He then has a surprise for you!"
"A surprise! What is it Mommy?!" I asked eagerly.
"Well if I told you that, then it would defeat the purpose of the surprise." Mom laughed.
"Mommy, please tell me!" I begged bouncing on my diapered butt.
"Well I know I shouldn't but how can I say no to such a cute face." Mom once again laughed and once again was stalling.
"Moooooooooooommmmmmmmmmm!" I whined.
"Oh I see now, it's not Mommy anymore!" Then Mom started to tickle me.
"Mommmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyy, please don't tickle me!"
Mom just laughed again but did stop her tickle torture of me. I just stared at her expectantly as she smiled back at me.
"Did you want something my son?" Mom finally broke her silence with a question followed by a chuckle.
Mom knew darn well what I wanted and it was starting to drive me nuts playing this little game. I decided not to answer but instead gave her a look that said, "Stop pulling my leg and let's get on with it."
"Okay, Okay, Okay I give!" Mom laughed. When your daddy gets home we are going shopping for a new bed for you."
My eyes about bulged out of my head when I heard this. "You're not kidding with me are you Mom?" And I was hoping to God that this was not the case.
"Nope we are going to take you to a couple stores and let you chose your own twin size bed." Mom answered.
"Seriously!" and Mom nodded her head. "Yippee!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. As soon as my energy surge of excitement came down to a dull roar I decided to ask Mom a favor. "Can Randy and Mark come as well?" I begged.
"I don't see why not but why don't we call their parents and ask them if it is okay first?" Mom suggested.
I ran all the way to the phone, not even hearing Mom's commands to slow down and not run in the house. It wasn't until I passed the house calendar and remembered what was under it that had me come to a bone rattling halt. My bedwetting chart was hidden there from prying eyes and I already knew that there was not a star on it for weeks. The question then formed in my head, why was I getting my new bed if I hadn't yet earned it?
"Mom, why?" I asked as she came up behind me.
"What do you mean baby?" Mom hummed
I looked at her then back at the house calendar. "I haven't been dry." I mumbled.
"I am sorry baby what was that?" Mom bent down to hear me better.
I repeated what I said loud enough so that she could hear me this time.
Mom didn't say anything for a minute. It looked as if she was deciding on what to tell me exactly. Finally she looked me in my eyes and smiled.
"Craig, you did earn it. You earned it for just being our son. Also with the diapers we know that the bed will be dry and if not, well we can deal with it then." Mom then ruffled my hair. "Besides I think you were getting too big for your old bed anyway."
Before I knew it I was being shoed off to school by Mom. Before leaving for school though, I had reached both the guys and their parents talked to my Mom. It was agreed that we three would come back to my place after school and have lunch there. Then when my dad got home we would go begin the search for my new bed.
All the way to school we talked about what kind of bed that I should get. Randy suggested a waterbed as he had always wanted one of those. I wasn't sure on that as I didn't think I wanted a bed that could wet me. All kinds of suggestions were discussed but by the time we got to school none of the suggestions seemed right for me.
We had walked to school that morning and during our walk I had made a deposit into the backside of my diaper. It was pretty wet anyway so I excused myself from the guys and went to have Nurse Peggy change me.
By the time I got to my class, school had started. We spent that half day of school finishing the test we had started last week so I wasn't able to talk to the guys again until recess. More test followed recess and by the time the final bell rang for the day, not only was I hungry but my head was starting to throb from all those dang test!
As we were walking home that day from school I had a weird sensation of being followed. But when I looked around us I saw nothing that could suggest that was the case. Twice more during our walk I had that strange feeling and again stopped and looked around.
"What is it Craig?" Mark asked worriedly as he too started to look around.
"I don't know?" I admitted. "I just feel like we are being followed."
I then remembered the talk of my nightmare this morning and the fear I had felt about it. I took a deep breath and exhaled, I then told the guys everything I heard on the news the other day about the new missing boy and how they found the other boy we had heard about, dead. I also told them how I have been having nightmares about the Blue Eyeball Killer kidnapping and killing me.
"Craig, you have a way over active imagination." Randy laughed though the laugh didn't sound very convincing.
"Maybe, but I just have this bad feeling." I whispered and I don't know why I did that.
"Maybe we can watch the news when we get to your place." Mark suggested and I just shook my head no.
"We can't, Mom has a show she watches now and I don't think she would let me watch anything about the killer anyway. I think she knows what my nightmares are about." I informed the guys.
"Can we use the internet then?" Randy asked. "I mean if your mom is watching TV, she won't know if we get on the computer in your Dad's office will she?"
I had to think on that one for a moment. I knew what would happen if I got caught messing with the computer without my parent's approval and I knew that without one of them present I was not allowed on the internet. They don't think it is safe for a kid to be online alone and I tried to argue this was not the case, but they won't listen to my reasoning.
"If we get caught my butt will be blistered!" I responded while reactively rubbing my bottom.
"Oh!" Both Randy and Mark said at once.
"Maybe we can go to the library and do it." Randy offered.
I shook my head. "I don't think we will have time after we shop for my new bed and then set it up."
"How about we use the school library tomorrow during recess?" Mark asked as a second option.
I thought on this for a while. Something in me was saying that I needed to look now but I really didn't want to chance it at all. At least that was my butt's vote on the matter. In the end I decided to go with Mark's idea and I know my butt was very thankful because of it. Still back in the recess of my mind I knew that this was a very bad mistake!
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"Hey Craig, look over there!" Mark hollered out and pointed ahead of us. He was so far up the aisle I couldn't yet see what he was pointing at.
No sooner had we entered the furniture store, which was the third we had been in, both Randy and Mark had bolted ahead of us. Now as much as I wanted to join them, I had known better. Throughout the whole time we were in the first two stores we all stayed together like my parents wanted. I guess after walking all over two stores and starting to get bored as my parents ended up looking at other things besides beds, the three of us were starting to get restless. So before my parents could stop them in this last store, my friends bolted towards where the beds were. I decided to listen to my butt though, which was screaming inside my head. "Don't, or you know what will happen!" And boy did I! The last time I did that, Dad dragged me to the store bathroom and whipped my butt good. By the time we came out I was bawling like a little baby.
When we finally did catch up to my friends my eyes grew big as saucers and I knew instantly that Mark was right. I had found my new bed!
"Isn't it cool?!" Mark asked excitedly.
Even Randy was excited when we saw it. Here in front of us was a bed shaped like a car. Now as a kid I had seen and wanted beds like this before but those beds seemed so childish compared to this one. This bed was so detailed and looked so real that I swear I could have drove it right out of the store if it had actual tires and of course an engine. But the thing that made me want it the most, was that it was the coolest car of all, a fire red Lamborghini!
The three of us checked out every part of the bed and found that it even had a steering wheel that could retract so that I could act like I was driving it. It also had an ignition switch when turned made noises as if it was an actual Lamborghini starting and running.
"Dad, can I please have it!" I begged more than I ever had before. Please Daddy, I will never ask for anything again!" I pleaded.
"Hmmm, husband of mine, do you believe him?" Mom asked Dad with a smile.
"Well if he is telling the truth, it will save us a lot of money not having to buy him anything else. Think of all those birthdays and Christmases we can save money on!" Dad continued the joke Mom started.
"Hey! That's not fair!" I pouted.
"Well you are the one that made the offer." Dad reminded me and then tousled my hair.
I continued to beg and plead for the bed as Mom and Dad had me look at all the others first. They were adamant though that we first look at all they had before making a decision.
"Hey Craig, does your parents have something against the car bed?" Randy asked me in a whisper.
I shrugged my head as I had no idea why they didn't seem to want me to have that particular bed. I was still hoping though that once we looked at everything else that Mom and Dad would buy the racecar bed for me.
It didn't take long to check all the kids' beds especially when you pass over the girly ones, one which Randy tried to jokingly have me get. I gave him a glare that could slice steel like a sharp knife with a tomato, before moving on.
"Mom, Dad, can I please have the race car bed! Please! Please! Please!" I begged and begged.
Mom sighed, "Craig, I don't think you should get that."
Confused, I looked at Mom who seemed concerned and worried. When I glanced at Dad I could see the same expression on his face as well.
"Why can't I have it?" I asked as tears were starting to get ready to pour from their ducts.
"Craig sweetie, I know you want it now but I am afraid that in a few months you may hate it. I don't want to make you feel that way." Mom explained.
"But Mom, I promise I won't ever hate it. I really, really, want it." I again begged.
Mom again sighed and then she and Dad talked with each other in quiet whispers. I guess they didn't want us boys to hear what they were saying. Finally with another sigh my parents looked back at me.
"Craig, are you sure that is the bed you want?" Dad asked me.
I nodded my head with new hope. "Yes Dad, I really do."
"Okay Craig, we will get you the bed, but please understand that if you change your mind later we won't get you another one." Dad informed me.
At first I was ready to agree to that then a thought creeped in the back of my mind. I am not sure why it did; maybe it was a part of me that I had never noticed before. The part of me that was already starting to mature into the future teen I would become. Feeling compelled to do so; I asked the question that came to me.
"Never?"
"Well not never, but we are not going to be buying another new bed anytime soon." Mom answered. "So please think about it Craig, we don't have to get the new bed today."
"But I want it Mommy!" I cried, this time a few tears slipped down my cheeks.
Mom was going to say something else but Dad stopped her. "Honey, we agreed he could pick out the bed. If he wants this one, we should get it." I smiled when I heard Dad say this as I knew now that the bed was mine.
Dad got the attention of a salesman and soon we were purchasing the new bed with the promise that it would indeed be delivered that evening. Everything was going fine until the salesman looked my way and smirked.
Without any tact whatsoever he looked back at my parents and said loud enough, "I think your kid had an accident!" so loud, that another couple passing by looked over in our direction.
My first response was to look down at myself and sure enough my GoodNite that I had been wearing had sprung a leak. Until now I hadn't even thought about my diapered condition or my bladder for that matter. Again I was amazed and shocked that I had managed to wet myself that much without even noticing it. My next response was to look straight at the jerk who was now smiling, and looking like he was about to break out any minute in laughter.
I am not sure why I didn't cry? I know I had felt very much like doing so, but still I didn't cry. Instead I felt a fire deep inside of me, start to burn out of control. Flames spread throughout me, causing the raging fire within me grow.
I really wanted to give this son of a bitch a piece of my mind! As I started to open my mouth to do so Mom, seeing what I was about to do, covered my mouth.
"Come on boys." Mom motioned Randy and Mark with her left hand, while keeping the right one still clamped tight over my mouth. Then Mom looked disgustedly at our salesman. "Where are your bathrooms at?"
I think it was at this point when the salesman realized that he might have just over-stepped his line. He seemed a little nervous as he pointed towards the back left corner of the store.
Mom led me through the store towards where the salesman pointed. As they were told, both Randy and Mark followed us all the way. It wasn't until we reached the door to the men's room before Mom removed her hand.
"Craig, I am sorry that man said what he did. I know it hurt you and it wasn't right for him to do it. But honey, please understand that some people are going to be that way. Do you understand baby?" Mom asked.
I nodded my head yes, I did indeed understand but it still didn't help keep me from getting mad!
Mom then started looking through her purse and I was surprised when she pulled out a pair of my shorts, a fresh GoodNite, and a plastic grocery bag.
"I thought these might come in handy." Mom announced proudly to herself. Mom then looked at Mark. "Mark do you need a change too?" Mom asked him.
When Mark didn't answer fast enough Mom stuck two of her fingers down the front of his diaper. Mark, who must have been shocked at the pure embarrassment of being asked the question Mom just asked him, was even more shocked when my mom stuck her hand inside his pants to check the condition of his diaper.
"Oh baby, you're absolutely soaked." Mom announced. She then pulled another GoodNite out of her purse and I couldn't help wondering how many she had in there, it was a good size purse after all.
GoodNites in hand, Mark and I both entered into the men's room to change. Randy came in real quick to pee but after he was done rejoined my mom who was waiting for us outside the bathroom.
"Hey Craig, I am sorry. That guy was a real jerk!" Mark expressed to me shortly after Randy left.
"Yeah," was the only response I could think of as I pulled on my clean shorts.
We didn't say anything else as we finished and then joined my mom and Randy. We then went looking for Dad but he wasn't where we left him at. Since Dad wasn't there we decided to go to the front of the store and see if he was waiting for us there. Again Dad was not in sight and I guess Mom was starting to get a little agitated as she then pulled out her cellphone and called his.
"Dear, where are you?" Mom asked.
"Oh... We are not there now."
"We are up front now."
"Okay dear, we will wait for you."
With that Mom hung up her phone and I assumed from what she said, Dad was going to meet us here up front.
Sure enough, a couple minutes later Dad appeared. "Sorry dear, I guess we just missed each other." Dad said as he gave Mom a quick squeeze and a peck on the lips.
The three of us boys moaned at the display of affection between my parents. When they heard us moan in misery they turned and smiled at us.
With my new bed purchased we headed for home.
No matter how much I begged and pleaded, both Randy and Mark had to go home. I tried my best to work out a deal between mine and their parents but it was a no go. I was reminded that we only had one more day of school left and then the summer was ours. Before they left, I did promise to show them my new bed after school tomorrow.
When dinner time came and then gone and still my bed had not shown up, I was starting to get a little worried.
"Dad, are they going to get here soon?" I asked worriedly.
"Don't worry Craig, I promise; you will be sleeping in your new bed tonight."
At almost 8pm a large truck pulled out in front of our house. It turned out that the bed was partially pre-assembled and needed to be maneuvered through the front door, down the hall, and into my room. The nice thing about it being partially pre-assembled was that it didn't take long to fully assemble it.
Dad had taken apart my toddler bed earlier and I helped him store it all in the basement. Dad also helped me re-arrange my room so that I could have my new bed where I wanted it. When the delivery guys started setting up my bed Dad supervised the assembly of it. Once it was fully assembled though he left to catch up on some work after they were done. It wasn't until everything was assembled and the delivery guys left that I realized there was something missing.
"Mom, we didn't get any sheets and blankets for my new bed." I noted. I knew that my sheets and blankets for my old bed would not fit my new one.
She just smiled at me and left the room. Mom returned a couple minutes later with two large bags and a new pillow under each arm. Mom sat everything on the floor and then pulled out a package containing a new protective sheet to fit my new Twin mattress.
I was interested what else was in the bags but I decided to be patient and help Mom put the new protective rubber sheet on my bed. We then put a cotton mattress pad on it to make it to help hide the rubber sheet and make the bed more comfortable.
When mom emptied the rest of the bags, I wanted to shout out in joy! Mom had gotten me Green Lantern Sheets and a comforter with Green Lantern on it as well.
"WOW! WOW! WOW!" I shouted.
"I guess that means you like them." Mom laughed at my exuberance.
"Like them, I love them!" I bubbled with joy.
Mom again laughed as she helped me put my new Green Lantern sheet set on my new bed. Once we were done I was so proud of my new bed. To some, okay maybe to a lot, the bed would look ridicules. Not only was the bed childish but it also seemed weird with it being a car bed with a Green Lantern bedspread. The two kind of clashed with one another but to me they were perfect! I loved my new bed!
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The final day of school before summer break officially started, seemed to drag on for me. All I wanted to do that day was show my new cool bed to my friends. Still I have to say it was kind of fun as well. Since it was the last day there was no more school work and test to be completed. Our teacher, Mrs. Miller, finished the book she had been reading to us and we spent a good part of the day cleaning our desks and lockers out. And of course returning our school books.
The best part of the day was the end of the school year party we had. Mom, doing her part for the party had made cupcakes and dropped them off when she dropped me off at school that morning. We even swung by and picked up Randy and Mark along the way. All the way to school, we talked about what we were going to do that summer. Somehow through the day none of us even thought about the Blue Eyeball Killer or looking him up on the internet. I really wished we hadn't forgotten but we did and there is nothing I can do to change that now. That half day at school for us was worry free and we had a ton of fun.
Unfortunately both Randy and Mark were not able to come to my place, or me to theirs, after school. It turned out that their families had plans for the day. Randy was actually getting picked up right after school and Mark and I were going to walk home together. Since he was expected home though, we could only walk to where we each went our separate way.
Before we went our separate ways we made plans to get together if we could the next day. One thing though that bothered me, why did it feel like someone was watching me that day on our way home? Like I had the day before, I looked around to see if anyone was looking our way or suspicious, but found nothing to suggest we were being watched. Once I started towards my home the feeling left me and I decided that it must have been nothing but my imagination after all.
Walking into our yard I looked across the street and saw a moving van in the front yard and people taking stuff inside. I hadn't even known that someone had bought the house until now. I had known it had been up for sale for quite some time. I wondered if the new owners had any kids my age.
"Hey Mom, I'm home!" I shouted out as I entered the front door. "Looks like someone is moving in across the street!"
"Craig, how many times have I told you not to yell inside the house?!" Mom Demanded. She then somehow could see through my pants as the next thing she said seemed to prove it. "My God Craig, your diaper is soaked!"
I stared down at my pants and tried to figure out how she could even see I wet my diaper let alone be soaked. Oh well, must be another one of those Mom superpowers I figured.
Mom then took me by my hand and led me back to my bedroom where she then proceeded to change my soaked diaper. To be honest I hadn't thought about it all day and was still wearing the diaper Mom put on me before we left for my school that morning. It was actually a miracle that the diaper had yet to leak. It was though practically falling off of me and had to weigh about ten pounds. Since I hadn't pooped in it I was quickly cleaned up and put into a clean diaper. The whole procedure was done in less than ten minutes flat.
Now dressed in shorts and a t-shirt I was told by Mom to go outside and play until I was called for lunch. I am not sure how long I was playing when I saw a car pull into the driveway of the house across the street. I figured these must be the new owners of the house and wondered once again if they had any kids. Unfortunately I only saw two heads in the car and both turned out to be adults, a man and a woman to be specific. Most likely they were husband and wife.
I watched the lady yell out something to the men unloading the stuff and then enter the house. The man though, went and opened the back door and I figured he was just getting some boxes or personal items, too fragile for the moving truck, from the backseat.
I watched as half of his body entered the back seat and when it re-appeared he was now holding what looked like a boy my age. It was hard to tell though as he was wrapped in a blanket and only his head was noticeable. I tried my best not to stare as I knew it was impolite but even all the way across the street I could tell this kid was not well. Something in me told me that this kid was not merely sick but maybe terminally ill. I knew what terminal meant as I had a classmate that died from Leukemia a couple years ago.
The man all of a sudden looked my way and feeling caught, I decided to go inside. As I went looking for Mom I wondered again about the boy. My thoughts were all over the place but one was stronger than the others. Can I get to know this kid and maybe be friends with him?
I found Mom in the kitchen making my lunch. "Hey Mom, the new neighbors just arrived." I informed her.
"They have?"
I nodded my head to let her know that I wasn't joking or anything.
"Do you want to eat first or would you like to join me now in greeting our new neighbors?" Mom offered.
Now I was hungry as any growing boy is, but I was also unnaturally curious and really wanted to know more about the boy I saw.
"I want to go with you." I said with hardly any hesitation on my part.
Mom smiled then surprised me when she pulled a pie from the oven that somehow I hadn't smelled before. I guess it had actually been done for a while, and Mom was just letting it cool there. After wrapping the pie up, we headed across the street to meet our new neighbors.
In that short distance we walked my mind reviewed the last couple months. A lot has happened since I started on my mission or should I say battle, for my diapers. Not only had I won the battle and won my diapers, but I also got my new bed. Some would say my toddler bed was babyish and in trading my toddler bed for a normal kid bed I should feel grown-up. The flip side of the deal was, in order to get my big boy bed, I had to take on something even more childish... diapers.
Again, some may say that the diapers are more childish, but I am not one of these people. I was happy with the outcome and didn't care what any of those others wanted or thought. I had everything a young boy of 11 could want. I had my health, I had good parents, I had a new bed, and I even had diapers. The one thing though that mattered more outside the love of my parents, was that of my friendship with Mark and Randy. The three of us had been best friends forever it seemed. In that friendship we discovered a lot together, including diapers. To those who knew us best, we were `The Three Amigos' but quietly amongst ourselves we were, `The Three Diapered Amigos'.
The End
...or is it!
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...Not far away something else was taking place.
A boy, who had been walking home after returning to school to get a forgotten item, made a choice that would forever change his fate. Knowing he was running late for home due to returning to the school, he decided to use the alleyway as a shortcut. Something though was bothering him as he felt watched. Not sure why he felt this way he quickly glanced around himself. As he turned on his heel he relaxed a little as he saw no one in sight.
With a breath of relief he went back to walking home. He knew that his parents would start worrying if he didn't get home soon so he picked up the pace a little.
As he walked, he let his mind wonder a little into deep thought. His thoughts started to focus on what he and his friends were going to do tomorrow. This was why he didn't hear or notice the man who snuck up behind him; or the hand, until the last moment that is, that covered his mouth with a rag.
As the ether started to work on the boys mind, causing blackness to swallow him up, one thing came into his forethoughts.
...he would not be seeing Craig or Randy tomorrow after all.
At this, the darkness swallowed and consumed Mark!!!
The End of Book II
Look for Book III coming to a website near you soon!
Authors Note: For those wondering what is going to happen to poor Mark, you will have to wait until Book III of the Three Diapered Amigo's comes out! My plans are first and foremost to finish all my other started stories including Davey's Story. If you enjoyed this story and would like to see its completion with Book III, please let me know. The more encouragement I get the more likely I will be at continuing the story. As always, please feel free to send me any and all constructive feedback.
JD – October 27, 2012
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