The Three Diapered Amigo's Book II - Chapter 1: Where is Randy
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 1: Where is Randy?
"Wait up for me!" I screamed as I saw the last person board the school bus.
I had over slept that morning and had been running behind since then. I guess the last kid to board the bus told the driver I was coming, as she waited for me to board the bus. She gave me a look of irritation as it hadn't been the first time this school year that I had been running late. "You know one of these days I am not going to wait for you. Maybe then you will learn to be here on time young man!" She told me as I climbed aboard the bus and passed her.
I quickly found Mark and sat next to him in complete exhaustion for having to run the two blocks to my bus stop before the bus left. Finally seated and able to catch my breath I scanned the bus for Randy as well, but to my surprise I saw him nowhere on the bus.
"Hey Mark, where is Randy?"
"How am I supposed to know?!" Mark snipped at me in obvious anger. "Do I look like his keeper?!"
"Sorry Mark, what has your panties all twisted up this morning?" I asked hoping that the joke would be taken lightly.
Mark took a breath and for just a moment I really thought he was going to slug me. Then his anger melted from his piercing sapphire blue eyes and changed into a defeated look. At this I knew something had to have happened this morning to make him this upset, I mean when I talked to him on the phone last night he was in a very excited mood. We had been making plans for another sleep over, this time at my house.
"I can't come over tonight for the sleep over." Mark unhappily informed me.
"Why? Yesterday you said your mom had said yes," I said disappointedly.
"Well Mom and I had a fight this morning," Mark sighed.
"Whoa! What was it about?" I asked in surprise
"Mom was picking some of my clothes off the floor this morning and came across a pair of my underwear that was shoved under my dresser. I had pooped in them the other day and shoved them under there until I could get a chance to clean them out. I ended up forgetting about them and I guess she smelled them." Mark took a breath before continuing. "She said she wasn't mad that I had an accident, and I am glad she thought it was an accident, but that I tried to hide it from her. She was also upset that I had a pair of my underpants sitting in my room filled with poop all that time."
"I am sorry Mark; maybe I can get your mom to change her mind." I suggested.
"I don't think so as we then had a big argument over my bathroom habits." Mark said a little angrily. "I wish she would not worry about what I do in my pants, they are mine, not hers!" Mark spat out! "If that wasn't bad enough, my sister started to tease me about it, calling me a baby." Mark simmered in his anger.
I could see Mark's point but I kinda see his mom's point as well. I mean now the dirty underwear had a chance to stink up his room plus now they will have a harder time coming clean in the washer. I also knew Mark's older sister Jennifer could be quite mean at times and her and Mark didn't always get along to well. It didn't matter either way I was now pretty certain the sleep over was a bust. With Randy not on the bus I had a feeling he wasn't coming to the sleep over either. Now it was my turn to sigh in disappointment.
"Oh well I guess we can always do it next week, unless you can come tomorrow night?" I looked pleadingly.
"I am not sure, Mom didn't tell me how long I was grounded for." Mark stated with a little anger in his voice still. Then changing gears he asked me. "Hey did you do it last night?"
"No I chickened out again." I said unhappy with myself. "Now I am only 3 days away from earning my new bed and I am having second doubts as it really would be nice to have a new bed." I whispered to keep those nearby from over hearing me.
I really was unhappy with myself, one-I was only 3 days away and I knew truthfully that I had wet the bed last week and I was so afraid of disappointing my parents so close to actually earning my bed. They seemed really proud of me which made me feel terrible. Two-because, I really, really, wanted to earn my diapers desperately, but I couldn't get up the courage to have a bunch of accidents that I would need to have to convince my parents that I need them.
I had even thought about making some comment last week in hopes that it might make Mom think of putting me in diapers; that is when I came home from Mark's and Mom asked me to hand over my soiled clothes so that she could wash them. I was sure she would comment on me having an accident like that at my age, but instead she said nothing.
I was deep in these thought so I didn't hear Mark when he tried asking me something. He ended up pinching me which got my attention very quickly.
"Yeeoooww!" I shouted in pain. "What the hell did you do that for!?" I glared at Mark.
"What do you think bonehead? To get your attention of course! You seemed to be spacing it so I thought I would bring you back," Mark said amusingly.
"So what in the world did you want to know, that you had to torture my skin for?" I seethed.
"I was just trying to let you know that you should wait now since you are so close to earning your new bed." Mark said quietly. "Also I wanted to remind you, I can't keep letting you use mine as my mom will get suspicious."
Mark had already brought this up yesterday when he discretely gave me one of his GoodNites that he smuggled out of his house in his backpack for me. He had done this a few times since the sleep over last Friday. I was still hoping he had smuggled another one out for me today. I was really getting hooked on diapers and couldn't stand not being in one. I had to remind myself that if everything went to plan I would have my own diapers shortly after earning my new bed.
When my parents originally came up with the goal Mom had started a star chart which was a calendar that hung behind the house calendar so no one would notice it. Even if they did notice they would not know what it meant. Every morning I woke up dry Mom would add a star to that day. Also to remind me how close I was to earning my bed Mom had written `Goal New Bed' on the 30th day. If I woke up wet Mom would write a `W' on the chart meaning I had wet my bed, and then the thirty days would start all over and she would cross out my goal date and then write it on the new goal date. I first started this goal a little over 2 months ago and was unhappy that I failed to earn it right away. Now, I had been doing the best I have ever done, this was the longest I ever went without peeing my bed, well that is if you don't count last week. My accident at Mark's was eating at me as I knew deep down I was being deceitful with parents about being dry all this time. It also made me wonder if I could ever stay dry for an entire month.
I guess I had spaced out again when once again Mark pinched me though this time it wasn't as painful as the pinch he gave just moments before.
"Damn! Can you stop doing that to me?" I growled in anger while rubbing the spot where Mark had pinched me.
"I will if you stop spacing out," Mark laughed. "Anyway I wasn't able to smuggle a diaper out for you today as Mom was not to happy that I have been going through my GoodNites faster than I should." Again Mark whispered this to me in order to keep people from overhearing our conversation. "So Craig I am sorry to say that you are now on your own," Mark added.
I figured as much but it still didn't stop me from being disappointed. I really have been enjoying those GoodNites that Mark had been giving me. Once we got to school I would go into our class bathroom and lock the door behind me. I would then proceed to take off my pants and underwear. I then would slip the thick and padded GoodNite on and sigh in contentment. I would then put my underwear and pants back on. Yesterday I had peed in it as soon as I slipped it on and enjoyed the feeling of my pee flowing all over my boyhood I also enjoyed the warm wet sensation of the soaked GoodNite all day long. I peed in it again after lunch but was too afraid of it leaking so I didn't pee in it again after that and used the toilet instead. I even thought about pooping in it on the way home from school yesterday but knew there was no way I could get past Mom without her noticing the smell. As it was I had a hard enough time to dispose of the wet GoodNite which I finally would take off right before dinner. So far I have been smuggling the wet GoodNite in my backpack and dumping it into the school trashcan. In fact at this moment I had yesterdays wet GoodNite inside my backpack tied inside a plastic grocery bag.
The bus was soon rolling to a stop in front of our school and I grabbed my backpack and headed to the front of the bus. Before I was able to get off though, the bus driver `Mrs. Filch' again warned me about not being late. "Remember the next time I will not wait for you and I am also going to let your parents know this as well, do you understand me Craig."
I knew Mrs. Filch was serious so I decided to agree with her without hesitation and while nodding my head I said, "Yes Mrs. Filch." At this I got off the bus and followed Mark towards the front doors of our school .We then headed to our lockers so we could dump off our backpacks then go outside and play for a while before class started.
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Mark and I were sitting at the back of the cafeteria in our usual spot eating our lunches and trying to figure out why Randy was not at school today. None of the ideas we came up with made sense and we soon agreed that he must be sick as it was the only thing that did make sense.
"Well if he is sick maybe we should stop and see him on our way home after we get out of school." I suggested to Mark through a mouthful of French fries.
Mark had been sitting across from me that day and wasn't too happy that I just spit bits and pieces of chewed up French fries at him. "Man that's gross, didn't your mom ever tell you that it is not polite to talk with your mouth full." Mark grumbled while using his napkin to wipe off the bits of fries that struck him in the face.
I quickly swallowed the mouthful of chewed up fries, "sorry man I didn't mean to do that." I apologized. This wasn't the first time I had showered Mark, or anyone for that matter, with bits of my food while talking with my mouth full.
After apologizing to Mark I shoved another handful of fries into my mouth. I loved Fridays as they always had these crinkly fries and your choice of fish or pizza. I of course always got pizza as I loved the greasy school pizza that many of the students thought was disgusting.
"I guess we should go and see him and maybe if he is sick we can cheer him up." Mark agreed.
I just nodded my head as I didn't want to shower Mark again with my half chewed fries. For the rest of our lunch hour we each quickly consumed our lunch and spent the rest of it outside on the playground, where we joined a game of kick ball with some of the other kids.
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After we got off the bus and started walking to Randy's house I brought up the subject that neither of us had talked about since this morning's bus ride.
"I have been meaning to ask you all day today if you were wearing one of your GoodNites?"
Mark nodded his head in confirmation that he indeed was wearing a GoodNite today. "I wet it at lunch today."
"Cool!" I said. "I really missed having one to wear myself." I admitted to Mark.
"Well you know what you need to do if you want your own." Mark reminded me.
"Yah yah, I know but since I am so close I am going to go for my new bed first," I said decidedly.
For the rest of the way to Randy's house neither of us said a word, both of us lost in our own thoughts.
As we walked up to Randy's door I noticed that neither of his parent's cars was in the driveway. This of course did not necessarily mean that Randy was not home as his parents may have left him with his babysitter.
Mark noticed the missing cars as well, "maybe he is not home." He said unhappily.
I decided to check anyway as I reminded Mark that Randy could be home with his babysitter. "He could be here with his babysitter and his parents may be at work or out doing errands or something."
I rang the doorbell and waited for a few minutes before once again ringing the doorbell. We waited for another five minutes before deciding that Randy was definitely not at home. If we had even thought about it we would have noticed that Randy wasn't the only one missing from school that day, so was his twin brother. Since Randy and his twin are the same age and both in 5th grade their parents Mr. and Mrs. Smith have them in separate classes to keep them apart and causing mischief. Also because we don't hang out with Randy's brother Billi we never think about him or even talk to him as he could be quite cruel at times even to Mark and me.
Still wondering where Randy was, Mark and I started home and when we got to where we go in different directions I told Mark I would call later that evening and try to convince his Mom to at least let him sleep over tomorrow night.
We then said our goodbyes, "Well if I don't see you this weekend I guess I will see you Monday." I hollered at Mark as he ran towards his home.
I then walked the rest of the way to my house deep in thought. I was wondering if I should be honest with my parents about the bed wetting accident I had last week at Mark's house. I was still feeling guilty about lying to my parents about being dry. I felt horrible when Mom put a star on my bed wetting chart for that day. In the end I knew I couldn't tell them, not because I wanted the new bed, which by the way I did. No I couldn't tell them because then I would have to explain to them why my sleeping bag wasn't wet and about the diaper that Mark put on me.
I also wondered if I could ever work up the guts to wet my bed on purpose. I have been trying to work up the courage to do it all week but chickened out each time. Because of this I didn't drink any water before bedtime and I went and made sure I peed in the toilet emptying my bladder the best I could.
I finally put all these thoughts I was having back into my file of memories as I entered my home and was given my normal welcome home hug by my mom. I was then, like any other school day, sent to the kitchen table to do my homework and have my after school snack.
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