Titanic

Titanic Chapters 13-17

Part 4: Day 3

(April 12th, 1912)

Chapter 13: The Morning Surprise

I am not real certain how long it took me to awaken from my sleep. While I was fighting my nightmare, things were happening in the real world that I had no idea of. Tim did let me know later that morning what had happened in the awakened world while I was still living in the Nightmare one.

"Josh! Wake up Josh!" Mom almost screamed as loud as I was. "Josh, you're safe, Mommy is here to protect you!" By now between all of our screaming everyone in our cabin was now awake. Tim later swore that even other passengers up and down the hall had awakened and wanted to know what all the screaming was about at 4am in the morning.

As I was still caught in the nightmare I had no sense of what was happening around me. All I saw and felt was the cold ocean around me as I continued to breathe in the oxygen. I was still feeling the chilly waves hitting me in my face, and tasting the salt from the water. It was very dark and there was nothing to get me out of the freezing water. Still terrified I couldn't help wondering where the man was that had saved me from the large sinking ship, Titanic the Unsinkable Ship, what a very bad joke! As I looked around for my would be savior he was nowhere in my sight, but then again it was almost pitched black as my eyes have not seemed to adjusted yet to the twinkling star light. Still looking for the man my fear increased as I couldn't see him anywhere. I swear he was just here, trying to get me as far away from the ship and its vacuum sucking suction that wanted to pull us back into the depths of the cold ocean.

A noise caught my attention as I looked to see where it came from. My eyes finally adjusting to the darkness, I saw the aft end of Titanic rise out of the ocean and then break apart which caused the back end of the ship to fall back to the water surface! It wasn't much longer afterwards, that Titanic sunk into its watery grave. At that moment I knew that if the man who got me off the ship hadn't done so when he did, that I too would have joined Titanic, down and down further, to that same watery grave.

Then as a freezing cold angry wave slapped me in my face I closed my eyes and screamed!

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When my eyes finally opened, and what I thought was a cold wave slapping me in my face, had instead been my mom smacking me with her hand. Now awake from the nightmare, I fully became aware at everyone staring at me. I don't know if it was the Nightmare, the fact that everyone staring at me, or a mixture of both, Heck maybe I somehow grew another head at some point during the night. All I know was that I started to bawl and while I continued to cry, Mom patiently cooed to me and rubbed my back.

Once I finally calmed down and my wails were under control (don't get me wrong I was still crying.), Mom kissed my forehead. "Josh, Mommy has you. You are safe in Mommy's hands." My mom whispered into my ear as everyone went back to bed as it was still very early. "Baby, do you think you can go back to sleep?"

I shook my head vehemently and my body started to tremble. "Mommy! Please ... please ... oh please, don't make me go back to sleep!" I begged my Mother. "I don't want to have that nightmare again!" Out of fear, I started to cry crocodile tears and trembled with more fear then I have ever had yet in my young life!

"Josh I know your frightened but you can't live without sleep so please trust me that you are safe and that I will never allow anything bad to happen to you.

As I clung tightly to Mom, my head resting on her breast listening to her breathe and the sound of her heartbeat, I started to feel safer but still, I refused to allow myself to fall asleep. As I lied there in my mom's embrace, I could tell how much she loved me.

I don't know how long it was that I laid there in Mom's arms who I was still clutching very tightly, but it was long enough for everyone to fall back asleep as no one made a sound for several minutes. A few more minutes went by and even though I didn't want to and tried to force myself to stay awake, but even I was starting to nod off again.

I was almost asleep again when Tim (who definitely was not asleep) said very loudly, "My GOD! What is that god awful smell in here? I am not sure why but I took offence with his statement. I guess Tim hadn't awakened are fathers but my mom apparently had never gone back to sleep either. I felt her right hand slip down to my pajama bottoms and into my diaper, to see if it was wet.

"Josh you are soaked, why didn't you tell me?" Mom asked like I disappointed her by not being honest about my diapers condition. She then pulled the back of the diaper and got a whiff of a powerful stench that even made me gag.

Deep down I knew what had happened as the remnants of the dream were still with me. But I decided to play dumb rather than to admit what I had done. So when Mom asked me if I pooped myself I told her no, which I and Mom knew, that wasn't the case. "Oh Josh, I know you pooped and I am positive that you knew that already didn't you?" I nodded my head forgetting how dark it was inside the cabin. "It is dark in here Sweetpea and I can't see you good, so can't you please tell me your answer?"

Before answering Mom's question I took a breath. "I am sorry Mom, I really didn't mean to poop my diaper, please believe me!" I said with a tremble as I was close to crying once more.

"Honey, I am not upset you did it, and I am glad that you were wearing a diaper tonight. What I am upset about is you lied about it. You know I don't like it when you lie to me." Mom said in a disappointed voice to me, which made me feel even worse not only because I disappointed her but also because I knew I would be spanked by Dad in the morning which is my usual punishment for lying.

Well I guess we should get you cleaned up. I really don't want to stink up the cabin and I don't want you to get a bad rash." Instead of getting up after she said this Mom continued to lay there and hug me to her body. I started to think that she maybe fell asleep as her breathing slowed down. Forcing myself to stay awake, I couldn't help thinking that I should wake Mom and have her remove my diaper, or just try to slip out of her arms and go down to the bathroom and do it myself then quickly wash my butt off. I of course had forgotten how hard it was to remove my diaper pins. Before I could move though I heard Mom sigh and I knew right away that she was still awake.

"Okay Josh can you get out of bed so I can get out as well." This did not come across as a question but more of a statement that I had to follow. As Mom said this to me she released me from her hold and I followed suit as well, releasing my tight hold on her. "Josh, I really enjoy having my baby boy in my arms, it has been a while since we done this." At this I totally felt the same way, as I did feel safer in her arms.

After Mom got out of bed, she went over to where she was keeping the diapers at and grabbed the 2 that Tim was wearing earlier that evening. Even though I thought I was going to be alright for the rest of the night and didn't really want to be diapered again, I kinda expected that she would diaper me anyway. I guess she didn't want to take any chances of me wetting her bed.

I took the initiative and stripped off my pajamas and lied down on the floor so Mom could change me. But I found out that she had other plans for me as she bent over and picked me right off the floor. She then straddled me on her hip as if I were still a small child.

"Mom I am too heavy, you don't have to carry me." I whispered, not wanting to wake everyone up again.

Mom just shushed me and before she left she picked up another one of my cloth diapers as what appeared to be an afterthought. "Was Mom really going to put all three diapers on me?!" I asked myself with surprise. I couldn't help thinking, if she did do that, it would definitely make it hard for me to walk. Already with two thick diapers on me I had to waddle a lot at first until I got used to the thick cloth between my legs. I wasn't sure if I would be able to get use to three of them though.

Once we left the cabin I remembered with embarrassment that I was an older looking kid; yeah I didn't look 12 but I didn't look young enough to be carried by his mom in nothing but a cloth diaper, which was starting to stink really badly. Luck was in favor for me that morning as the hallway was completely deserted, not even any of the staff aboard the Titanic was seen on our way to the bathrooms at the end of the hall. Mom carried me the whole way there and didn't put me down until we reached the bathrooms. I was about to head to the men's room when Mom snatched my hand and started to take me into the women's bathroom.

No longer caring about getting unwanted attention I started to put up a fight and almost yelling my head off. "Mom, I am a boy!" I started to panic. "Don't take me in the women's bathroom!" I pleaded in a still very loud voice as I fought with all my strength. In the end Mom over powered me and once again picked me up and gave me such a hard smack on my backside, that even with my two thick wet and poopy diapers, I felt that smack burn my backside. She followed it with another smack, but this time she smacked my thigh which hurt so bad I jumped and Mom almost dropped me.

"Are you going to behave now!?" Mom demanded an answer.

Crying softly now from the burning pain, I looked at Mom and nodded my head. "y-ye-yes!"

"Okay you better not misbehave again mister or your Dad will have to give you two spankings today!"

Then just like that I remembered what the other spanking was for and I really didn't look forward to that. "I-I-I-I wi-wil-will b-b-b-b-be g-g-good." I promised, stuttering like I do at times like this.

With my promise Mom then carried me into the bathroom as I think she was afraid that I might bolt if she put me down again.

I couldn't help but be amazed at the women's bathroom as it looked so much better than the men's toilet looked.

I was surprised to see a large couch and a carpeted section of the bathroom. Also I noticed that in the Women's shower room there was a tub for those who wished to take a bath.

"Josh, please go lie down on the carpet." Mom told me as she put me down onto my feet.

As I started to lie down, I watched as Mom went over to one of the toilets and grabbed a handful of toilet paper.

Mom laid all the supplies on the couch except for the toilet paper which she put down next to me. She then sat down and started to remove my rubber pants. Once she pulled the rubber pants off of me she set them under me to try and keep the carpet from soaking up my very wet diaper. She then began removing the pins that held my very heavy with my boy pee, diaper on me.

Once Mom removed all the pins, she then pulled the diapers away from my groin. That immediately released the stench of my very full and loaded diaper. Before pulling the diaper off under me, mom used it to clean my backside with it. Once she got most of the poop off my bottom she then lifted my butt up higher, she proceeded to use the toilet paper to clean up what was left behind.

"Okay Josh, get up. I want you to use the shower to clean the rest of your tushy." Mom told me as she carefully took the diaper that my poop was in towards one of the toilets. As I saw the massive load that I had let go in my diaper, I was amazed at the amount. In a way I was also proud of myself, no I don't mean proud of myself for pooping in the diaper. No I was proud as it was the biggest shit I have ever dropped in my young life. How can so much poop, come out of a small kid like me? I think Mom must have noticed my interest in the load in the diaper as she turned around and said, "Josh, I told you to get in the shower!"

"But Mommmmmmm!" I started to complain. "What if someone comes in while I am showering?" I was really worried that some girl I don't know would come in and see me naked and I didn't want them too.

"Josh, what did I tell you before!?" Mom demanded as she emptied my poop in one of the toilets. I don't know why, but when Mom came over to get the other wet diaper and my plastic pants she gave me a hard swat on my bare butt. I guess it must have been clean enough to swat me or she was just too upset to care, boy did it hurt. Once again I screamed and started to cry! "Now get your naked butt in there!" Mom ordered.

This time I didn't need to be told again. Crying as I entered the shower room I went to the nearest shower. Before I could even turn on the water Mom came into the shower room with me.

"Josh I want you to get wet then come over so that I can clean you off real good as I want to make sure we clean all of the poop off you."

I hadn't known at the time but I even had some poop on my lower back that must have squished out of my diaper when I lied down onto the floor.

Like Mom instructed I turned the water on and rinsed off my poopy body as good as I could. As soon as I had my whole body properly drenched like Mom asked me to do, I then walked over to Mom. Mom had grabbed a bar of Lye soap and I hadn't noticed it but Mom had also brought a wash cloth with her and was lathering the soap in it really good. The wash cloth now all soaped up she proceeded to wash or I should say scrub my diaper area really good and made sure it was squeaky clean. She even scrubbed my little rod and my peanuts. What she did next surprised the life out of me as she slipped a finger covered by the rag into my poop chute which hurt but felt good at the same time.

Mom didn't stop at my diaper area but continued to wash the rest of me until I was scrubbed and my hair was washed.

"Well now my baby looks nice and pink." Mom joked and I giggled at her funny statement. I guess I should have been upset that she called me her baby. Jane was her baby and neither of us are even babies anymore. Then again, Mom always tended to call me names like baby, honey, and sweetie-pie to name a few.

Now finally clean Mom took a towel from a stack of them on the counter. "Okay Josh let's get you all dried up so I can re-diaper you. After that we can go back to our cabin and get a few more hours of sleep."

"NO!" I clapped my hands in front of my mouth, but it was too late, I had already screamed my response. By the look on Mom's face I knew I had gone too far.

Before she even started to dry me off she flung the towel over her shoulder grabbed my hand so hard that it felt like she was trying to pull my arm out of its shoulder socket. "What the world am I going to do with you Josh!? You know better than to sass me back or any other adult for that matter!" Mom sounded angrier, more than she has in a long ... long time.

As she dragged me over to the couch, I begged and pleaded with her. "Mom Please I didn't mean it like that! Please my butt is too sore already, I really ... really don't want a spanking right now!" And before I could let another plea come out, Mom who had now made it to the couch sat down and put me over her knee so she could have perfect aim on my little red and wet bottom, began to smack my bottom over and over again. I laid there over her knee and she continued to spank me. I had lost count after the 15th smack and I screamed and cried like a Banshee.

When Mom finally stopped and allowed me to get up, I started to gently rub my now painful and burning backside; while still crying, albeit now a little quieter than I was a moment before.

"Now do you want to try that again?" Mom asked me, with a much calmer and normal voice. I shook my head no but as I wiped my tears away I tried to explain.

"Momma, I didn't mean it to sound like I was saying `No' to everything you said. I said `No', because I am afraid to sleep anymore tonight. I don't want to have that nightmare anymore." I started to cry again. "I am sorry I made you mad Mommy, I am just so scared that something bad is going to happen." As I told her this, any anger left in my Mom's eyes melted and I could definitely see that my mom was sorry that she had gone as far as she had.

"I am so sorry baby, it is my entire fault. I acted to rash and didn't wait to hear your explanation." Mom now had tears rolling down her face. "I know your frightened Honey, but I want you to know right now, that I will never allow anything bad to happen to you, as long as I have a say about it." Mom promised me. "Honey, can you forgive me?" At this Mom tightly hugged my small, frail, trembling, and wet body to her.

I sighed "Yes Mommy, I am so sorry that I made you Mad." I sniveled. "I know you love me Mommy and I think you are the best Mommy in the entire world and I know that when you punish me that it is not because you like to, but instead to teach me right from wrong." And I know that it might sound like I was trying to work my Mother over here but I really meant what I told her. "I am so sorry Mommy that I keep doing all the wrong things." By now, for the most part, my tears finally stopped rolling down my cheeks.

Mom was still in her apologetic mode, as she once again apologized, "Josh I am so sorry, I wish I had listened to you." Mom cried softly. "Josh, I know this won't make up for what I did but how would you feel about being even?"

Since Mom had already given me this spanking I jumped on the idea of keeping Dad away from my very seriously tortured behind. "Okay M-m-mom-ma." I stuttered but not as badly as I had a few moments before.

After a quick hug, Mom dried me off real good. "Okay baby, please lay down on the couch for me."

Without one bit of fight, I did as she asked. Like I had thought, Mom proceeded to pin all three of the cloth diapers on me. This of course made a question pop up in my mind.

"Mom is it alright for me to ask you something about my diapers?" I asked as she started to pin on the third diaper.

"Honey, you can ask anything you want about them."

"Um-a-ahhh," I started to ask but found myself having trouble questioning mom after just getting a whipping from her.

"Go ahead baby, ask anything you wish."

"Okay Mommy!" I really felt more relieved now. "Momma, why are you putting 3 diapers on me?" I asked.

"Well honey, I thought it would be better to have another one for better protection as the ones you had on, were almost leaking." Mom answered.

"But Mom it's almost 5am aren't we going to be getting up in a few hours?" I asked as I didn't understand how I could wet them so much before we got up for the day.

Mom must have seen the confusion, "Oh baby, you and I didn't get a lot of sleep so I thought after we eat breakfast that we would go back to the cabin to take a nap."

I was stunned, "But Mom what will I do if I need to go to the bathroom?" I was concerned that Mom had actually expected me to go potty in my diapers. And then it hit me what she had said. "Mooooommmmm, please don't make me go to sleep, I am too scared! I don't wanna ever sleep again. I begged and pleaded.

"Honey, I know you don't want to sleep, but you are going to have to at some point." Tears started again to well in my eyes. "Sigh" She then looked me straight in the face. "Okay Josh we will see what happens ok?"

While in the shower together Mom had washed out my soiled diapers and rubber pants and now she was drying rubber pants with the same towel she just dried me off with.

"Okay Josh, stand up and let's get your rubber pants on you."

As soon as I got up Mom had me lift one leg at time and then pulled my rubber pants up and over my diaper. She then made sure that all the cloth was stuck properly inside. I also found it surprising that the rubber pants had no problem whatsoever fitting over all three diapers. In fact they looked like they could have fit over a 4th diaper as well.

Now up on my feet I tried to walk but I found that until I got use to them, that I was going to be doing a lot of waddling around. That is of course if I ever did get use to them.

Like on our way to the bathroom, Mom gratefully carried me back to our cabin. This time I had no shame or care if someone saw me with just a thick diaper on. As we reached our cabin, Mom stopped and put me down on my feet. Before we went inside though, she started whispering to me while bent over near my ear.

"Okay honey, you don't have to sleep if you don't want to, but you are going to lay down with me and be quiet so us other sleepy passengers can sleep. Now, even though I said that you don't have to sleep, I really would like it if you tried to. Okay baby?"

"Yes Mommy," and I nodded my head as well.

Mom then opened our cabin door and I closed it behind us. As Mom asked, I got in bed with her where she pulled me into her arms and held me tightly. I was as quiet as a mouse. Soon I could tell Mom had fallen asleep as her arms loosened around me and I heard her soft snoring unlike Dad's loud and boisterous snore!

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All of a sudden there was shouting and screaming, and I am sure that I felt people trying to hold me down. I felt something wet on my face. Then the lights popped on and I was nearly blinded and to protect them I shut them. Still the screams I was hearing continued to pierce my eardrums and I couldn't make out anything that anyone was saying. I started to ask if the person screaming could hold it down as I was afraid they were going to rupture my eardrums, but for some reason I couldn't get my voice to work until I noticed that the person screaming was actually me. Just like that my screams of terror subsided and I opened my eyes back up.

I found myself on the cabin floor and I had a very sharp pain in my forehead. As I touched the spot I felt a slightly sticky wetness and brought it closer to see what it was. Once I saw that it was blood, I started to cry from fear of the unknown.

Mom soon picked me up and carried me just like she would a baby. I still had no clue to what in the world was going on. One minute I was in bed and the next I am on the floor screaming! Did I miss something?

"M-m-m-om? What happened?" I blubbered.

"Honey, let me take him down there." I heard Dad's strong voice.

Since Mom wasn't answering I asked Dad. "Dad what's wrong with me?" I continued to cry and blubber.

"You can come along but I am not letting `My Baby' go!" Mom panicked.

Honey, be reasonable, it is only a scratch and he will be fine.

I found Dad, like Mom, was no help at all as he also ignored me while he and Mom continued to talk as if I weren't even there. Minutes later both Dad and Mom came to an understanding and soon after that, Mom was rushing out our cabin door, still with me held into her arms.

Because no one was telling me what was going on, all I had was fear to go on. The terrifying fear of the unknown!

It wasn't long before Mom walked into a large room which must have been the Doctors office. Instead of putting me down, Mom carried me straight to the front counter. Still scared and confused, my blubbering turned into a crying wail.

Why wasn't anyone telling me anything? Maybe I was still dreaming and only need to wake up.

Mom was talking to someone behind the counter but at that moment I no longer cared. All I wanted was to wake up from this weird and scary dream. "I need to wake up... I need to wake up... I need to wake up... I kept repeating this to myself. Still I couldn't wake up, so still there in my Moms arms I started to slap myself over and over again until Mom grabbed my hands and held them tight in order to keep me from hitting myself.

Mom was still talking to the woman (who I finally noticed) and I could tell that it was about me but through all my wailing I really didn't hear what they were saying to each other. It didn't really matter as the next thing I knew was that Mom was handing me off to some stranger and I had no Idea who he was.

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" I wailed as the man started to carry me away down a small hallway.

Finally Mom who was following the guy walked up next to me and asked him to stop, she then said something to me and the only reason I knew she said it to me was because she was looking straight at me when she said it. Through all my crying I only heard the last part, "I Love You!" She then kissed me on my forehead and walked back the way we come from.

Joe, who by the way told me his name while we waited for my Mom and the doctor, was an orderly. Even though he was a big and mean looking guy, he was actually what some would call a teddy bear. Once he had me in one of the examining rooms Joe had me lie back on a couch slash chair looking bed that he put me on. I was still crying so I didn't hear him tell me anything right away but then he produced a small lollypop and handed it to me. Little by little as I licked the candy and listen to Joe telling me about his life onboard ships like Titanic, My wails turned to whimpers and finally to silent tears.

Once the waterworks and the lollypop were both done and gone, Joe again asked me to lie down. This time I heard him and did as I was asked.

Now waiting I decided to see if my new friend Joe would tell me what is wrong with me.

"Joe, can you please tell me why I am here? Am I dying?" I whimpered.

"No buddy you're not dying, so put that thought right out of your head."

"Then why am I here?"

"Well Josh... Is it alright for me to call you Josh?" Joe asked me before continuing.

"Yes" and I nodded my head as well. I mean that is all I have been called all my life.

"Well you fell out of bed this morning and in the process hurt your head." Once again my hand went straight to my forehead but then noticed something. I guess Joe must have seen my questioning face. "Maybe it will be easier if you saw it for yourself." Joe suggested as he pulled a small mirror out of a drawer and handed it to me.

What I saw not only scared me but it also embarrassed me as I remembered that I was here in the doctor's office in nothing but a thick and very (as soon I will find out) wet diaper and as I saw in the mirror, another diaper wrapped around my forehead that had a bloody spot soaking through it. I didn't even remember anyone tying the diaper around my forehead, "What is wrong with me?" I sobbed. Tears started to well up once again but before I could get back to full crying mode Mom and what I assume was the doctor, entered the room.

Mom walked over to me and held my hand as the doctor removed the diaper tied around my forehead and checked out my head injury.

"Hmmmm, well ma'am I think your husband is right, that it isn't very deep. It just looks worse than it is because of all the blood." The doctor said as he put pressure on my sore head.

"OOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!" I screamed in pain and started to jump off the bed.

"Joe, hold him down!" The doctor ordered while Mom tried to get me to pay attention to her as she rubbed my tummy and sang softly to me. "Well it looks like a couple of stitches should close the wound if you want me to put them in?" The doctor asked.

I saw Mom nod her head and I tried to look over at the doctor but Mom then stood in front of my view of him. I knew Mom was trying to divert my attention away from the doctor "Baby, try to stay still as you can for Mommy. It is going to hurt but if you move around too much it can hurt worse. Just squeeze my hand as hard as you can honey." And then she went back to singing.

Just like Mom said it would, it hurt like the dickens and I was glad though that I was only going to get 2 stiches. Soon the doctor had me all cleaned and stitched up with gauze and tape over top of the wound. I did my best not to move so much but I couldn't stop the whimpers and when the pain got worse the wails.

Before the doctor left though, he volunteered to change me into a dry diaper which was when I noticed that mine wasn't just wet but soaked. Even though things were cloudy and fuzzy and I had a lot of questions to ask still, like how did I fall out of bed when Mom was just holding me, why can't I remember falling out of bed as I was awake and when did I pee my diapers so much when I don't remember peeing at all? All of these questions plus more were running through my small and young mind. For now I decided to wait to ask mom as all I wanted to do was get the hell out of here as I didn't want some stranger changing me at all. I mean he already saw me in wet diapers the last thing I wanted him to see was me naked.

In the end Mom said no, that she would change me when we got back to our cabin. When Mom said this to the doctor he almost seemed disappointed.

"Okay, just remember to pay the receptionist." The doctor reminded Mom before he went into the opposite direction. Because I could barely walk with all the wet material between my legs, Mom once again picked me up and I rested my head on her shoulder, and before I realized it, I was once again asleep.

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Chapter 14: Breakfast with a side of Answers

The next time I awoke was from Mom gently shaking me and softly calling my name.

"Josh, wake up sweetie."

In a dry voice I looked up at mom. And without giving notice of any kind, I started to cry. "Mommy I am scared!" 

"I know baby."  Mom then sat down on the bed next to me and hugged me. 

Mom continued to embrace me to her while I continued to cry. Soon my eyes finally drained themselves of tears due to all the crying I have been doing recently. I was now reduced to dry heaves. Soon even those stopped.

I was still wondering about last night. "Mommy, what happened after we went back to bed I asked?"

"Oh baby, we can talk about that later." Mom sidestepped the question. "We need to hurry down to breakfast."

Before I could ask anything else Mom pulled me out of bed where she then stood me up on to my feet and then proceeded to check my diaper's condition, with first using her two fingers she stuck them inside the front of my diaper.

"Just a little wet, I think we should keep them on for a while longer. As long as you are not poopy, of course"

At this point I was too tired, frightened, and hungry that I didn't even notice what Mom was saying to me. Instead I stood there in thought while Mom checked the backside for any signs of a possible mess in my diaper.

"Well everything looks okay." Mom smiled and helped me get dressed.

"Mom, what time is it?" I asked.

Mom smiled, "It is almost 9:30am and the Green's and your father, sister, uncle, and Timmy are waiting for us.

"But Mommy breakfast was at 8, how are we able to get breakfast this late?" I questioned my Mom.

I don't know why, but I noticed that I have been talking a lot like a little kid, maybe it is because I was being forced to wear diapers, then again it could be my fear itself that has been causing me to revert back to babyhood.

All I know at this moment I am just going to go with the flow. I have been punished enough by trying to go against it. I really truly wanted to stay on mom's good side as I hope that she will eventually fill in the missing pieces since this morning. Also right now as scared as I was I wanted her in my eyesight!

Mom finally had me presentable so that we could now head over to the 2nd class dining room. Before we left though, Mom asked a question right out of the blue.

Josh would you like me to carry you honey down to the dining room? Hopefully you will eventually get used to the bulkier diaper now between your legs. For now though let Mommy carry you as we are in a hurry.

For some reason I felt better lately because of Mom carrying me and showing me the extra love I needed. Then again like I just said I felt safer in her arms.

So of course I was more than happy to allow her to carry me around. So all I did was stretch my arms out to her and allowed her to pick me up. I think Mom was enjoying this moment as much, if not more, then me. as I was standing there waiting to be picked up by my Mommy I noticed her smile that covered her face was like a beam of light and it was at least as large as my own or bigger.

I sighed as Mom picked me up and carried me out of our cabin and towards the dining room. While walking to meet everyone else I kept having the questions of the night before running through my head. I decided finally to try to once again ask Mom about them.

"Mom I am so sorry I pooped in my diaper last night, I really didn't mean too!" and I hoped that she believed me.

"Oh I know you are honey, don't worry about it, Mommy took care of both times."

"BOTH TIMES!!!" My head all of a sudden screamed!

Since Mom was carrying me on her hip, I was able to look at her right in the face. I stared at her face trying to see if she was (Get This) Joshing me.

Unfortunately I found no signs of joking or deception in either her voice or face. "I did it twice!" I cried out!

"Shhhhh Baby, It is okay Mommy is not mad and I know you didn't do it on purpose." Mom tried calming me by gently rubbing my back.

Still I was completely unsure of what was going on anymore. With tears once again in my eyes I looked at my Mom and asked, "Mommy when did I poop the 2nd time?" I begged for an answer. "All I remember was you cleaning me up early this morning and re-diapering me before lying back down. Everyone fell asleep. One minute I am thinking about staying awake and the next I am laying on the floor bleeding to death. And to make things more confusing, I wet my diaper and I don't remember doing it!"

"Oh Josh I am sorry baby but you fell asleep. In fact you were so asleep that when I woke up needing the lavatory, I decided to hold it verses taking a chance of waking you. As I tried to go back to sleep, I felt you start to struggle and could tell you were in a bad dream, but before I could do anything, you fell out of bed. You smacked your head so hard Josh, that I was so afraid I was going to lose you. I am not sure when you wet your diapers, probably sometime during the dream. As for you pooping, you did that as I carried you back from the doctors. At first I was afraid that you were in another bad dream but when I saw the smile on your face I knew you were okay and that the whole bit with the doctor probably caused you to poop. When we got back to the cabin it was around 7:30 and the others were starting to get up. Since you were asleep again I asked everyone to be quiet while I quickly changed your diaper and asked about seeing if there was a way to get breakfast at a later time as I didn't want to leave you to waking up by yourself. So I allowed you to get another couple of hours asleep." Mom then looked at me right before we entered the dining room. "Josh you were so out of it, you never woke up when I cleaned you all up and changed you."

By now we were close to our table but still Mom didn't put me down. In fact, she sat me in the chair next to her. I was pretty sure my very padded but was noticeable. As Mom leaned down and sat me in my chair.

I found out that when Dad, Uncle Josh, and Tim ran in to the greens on their way to breakfast and the Green's heard what had happened last night they went right to the Maître and begged that they be allowed to eat later. After a hefty tip, the Maître told them that 9:30am was the longest he could hold it off for. So that at least explained why we were able to eat so late.

Still there were a lot of unanswered questions. But little by little I was getting the answers I was looking for.

Jane informed me that as soon as she heard me scream, that she just knew it was me. "I swear Josh; I could tell it was you. I have heard you scream enough to recognize your voice hollering bloody murder anywhere." Jane teased but did seem worried at the same time.

Sometimes I am amazed that my sister Jane is actually younger than me, when it comes to being more responsible Jane has always been more than me. Maybe it is because I am a boy, who knows.

While thinking about this older Vs. younger detail, I realized that I never apologized for waking everyone up last night and before I could, My mind went back to last night and I realized that I wasn't the only one who needed to apologize this morning. I quickly gave Tim a look in understanding; I mean I knew that he would do just about anything to get out of the forced apology that is only meant to embarrass him. I guess I became the distraction he needed as everyone was now concerned about me.

"I-I-I'm s-s-s-sor-rrrry" I stammered. "What the world," I thought to myself. "Why am I stuttering now?" I thought to myself. I took a deep breath and tried again.

It must have been due to all the crying and fear I was having that made me stutter like that un-expectantly. This time my mouth was working like it should be. "I am sorry everyone for waking everyone up and scaring you all." I breathed out of me.

"Oh Josh were so proud of you and we love you." Mom said, holding my right hand with her right, and with her left hand dabbing the tears from my eyes with a napkin.

Now here we are having this touchy feely moment and what does it take to ruin it? If you said some dumb little kid you're right!

"Josh, why are you still wearing your diapers?" Jeremy blurted out as if he been dying to know all morning and it wasn't until when he said this that I even realized I still had them on. Like I said I really wasn't listening 100% to Mom this morning.

Now if Mr. Green had been there that morning he might have whipped Jeremy a new one but like last night, he was still not feeling too good. Instead his mom smacked him upside his head. Now don't get me wrong she made it sound more terrifying then it actually was but it still made Jeremy forget immediately what he was saying and he now was whimpering to himself. I couldn't help it, I was barely able to suppress the smile growing across my face. I am sorry but you got to remember I was just a kid.

It wasn't much after this that I realized I needed to pee and knew there was no way I was going to be able to hold it long enough to get all three diapers off. As I was trying to get my Mom's attention which I was having a hard time doing right that moment, our waiter arrived and asked if there was anything else that we needed.

When I saw it was that same waiter from yesterday I once again became scared that he might tell on me and Tim for what we were doing in the shower. So scared that I lost control of my bladder, as I filled my diaper and my mouth dropped opened.

Instead of telling on me and Tim though, the waiter got my Mom's attention. "Mrs., I think your little boy is trying to get your attention." The waiter told my mom.

Is there something wrong Josh?" Mom asked as she looked at me and noticed I was grabbing my crotch and crying. Finally realizing what was wrong Mom got up and excused both me and herself from the table, claiming we needed to get more sleep for the day.

As Mom reached down to pick me up from my chair, the waiter came back over to our table and asked if it would be okay for him to give me and Tim an unrestricted tour of the ship including the captain's quarters and the bridge. He told our parents that he overheard how much we were interested in the ship and he also heard about my fears so he had gotten permission from the captain for this special once in a lifetime tour which we immediately begged our parents to let us go on. Don't get me wrong, Tim and I were still afraid he might say something to our parents, but since he hadn't yet, that was a good sign.

"That sounds like a good idea my mom announced. What time would you like to do this?" She asked the waiter.

"Well I was thinking as soon as my shift ends which it does in a few minutes." He answered. "Oh by the way my name is Jasper." With that he shook both mine and Tim's dad's hands and kissed my mother and Mrs. Green on the cheek. Just like a gentleman should.

"Well I don't know..." Mom started to say, I really think she was still in mother hen mode and even though I wanted her to be near me all day, I also really wanted this tour.

"Please Mom!" I begged while interrupting her.

"Josh what about your..."

Again I interrupted her, "It's fine Mom I promise!" I knew she was referring to my diaper and to be honest, it could have been leaking piss and shit and I still would have said it was fine to be able to go.

"Josh I am not so sure, let's go check." And once again she started to reach down to pick me up from my chair. I knew she was about to take me to the women's bathroom to check the condition of my diaper.

I was so excited and so wanting to go on this tour that I found myself asking something that I would never thought I could, in a million years. Granted the only people there were my family, Tim and his dad, and the Greens. Jasper had already gone back to the kitchen to end his shift. So everyone there already knew about my diapers anyway.

"Mom, can you please just check here so we can hurry!" I begged as I stood up from my chair.

Mom looked at me, "are you sure about this?" Mom asked me. To be honest I think she was hoping that I would change my mind so I went one further.

"Yes Mom I am sure about it and I promise to take a nap after lunch if you let me go.

Mom smiled and I knew then I had her. Mom would do anything to get me to sleep a few hours since I wasn't getting my sleep at night. Plus to be honest I was feeling tired and would prefer to sleep in the day vs. the night; especially if Mom was lying beside me.

Without any other obstacles placed in front of me, Mom stuck two of her fingers down the front, which I could tell was pretty wet but I didn't care. She then surprised me as I was paying much more attention this time. She spun me the other way and checked the back of my diaper which embarrassed the living daylights out of me.

And of course just like I thought it would, someone would have to make fun of me. That somebody turned out to be Jeremy.

"Mommy look, not only does he have to wear them during the day he poops in them too and..."

I never got to hear what the `and' was, because all of a sudden Jeremy was no longer talking but crying. Boy I wish I hadn't been looking the other way that moment. I would have loved to see his mother belt him again, but alas since Mom was already standing up in front of me she had me looking the other way, to check my diapers condition making sure I wasn't hiding poop in my diaper anywhere.

"Josh I don't know, you're pretty wet you might leak if you pee again" She started.

"Mom pllleeeeaaaassseeeee, I promise if I leak I won't drown! I don't care if I leak. Plllllllllleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaasssssssssseeeeeeeeee Mommy! And I stretched out that `Please' as long as I could.

"Okay, don't you get mad at me if you start leaking though. Oh and if you poop please come and let me change you right away as we don't want you getting a rash baby." Mom said embarrassingly.

"MMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!" I groaned. "If I have to poop I will just take the diaper off."

"No you won't young man! If you have to use the bathroom you will come to me!" Mom declared. "From this moment on either your dad or I, will put you in and take out of your diaper, do you understand young man!"

At first I was gearing up for war and when the combination of two things stopped me. First, a really still sore butt. Second, the fact that I really – really, wanted to go on this unrestricted tour of the ship.

"Okay Mom I promise, I will behave!"

I guess I hadn't realized but the Green children were upset along with my sister Jane. "Mooooom, why can't I go too?" Jane whined.

"Jane, a proper lady does not go around acting like a boy! We are now going to America and I think it is a proper time to teach you how to be a proper lady." Mom suggested.

"That sounds like a great idea. We can teach our daughters together on how to be a proper woman. Even Brittany and Tasha could use as refresher course." Mrs. Green announced.

Of course Brittany, Tasha, Gwen, and Jane didn't think so and let out groans.

"What about me Mamma? I am a boy can I go?" Jeremy begged.

A part of me wanted his mom to say yes so that as soon as we got alone together that I could pound him and I think his Mom saw what I was silently scheming and thinking.

"Jeremy, you weren't invited, plus after the way you been acting this morning, I think it will be a long time before you will be going anywhere except back to our cabin for a spanking young man!"

Tim I guess was as impatient as I was at that moment. "Can we go PLLLLLEEEEEEAAAAAAASSSSSSEEEEEE!" He whined.

"Okay you guys can go." Mom finally said and let me go but with one last reminder. "Josh, please come get me for any reason and I want you to have fun." With that she kissed me on my forehead and even called Tim over and giving him one as well.

No sooner than we were ready to go, that the waiter finally reappeared now off the clock. "Come on guys you are getting a real treat today!"

We didn't need any more coaxing as we quickly followed him out of the dining room. Both Tim and I were real psyched and couldn't believe our luck.

While following Jasper down the hall back towards our own cabin, Tim and I were discussing what we were going to ask the captain when we saw him. Out of the blue though Tim lowered his voice to a whisper and gave me a giddy look.

"Josh, I can't believe your Mom said you can pee and poop your diaper!" Tim smiled at me.

"No she didn't!" I came back with. "She never said I could!" I responded even though I knew what he meant and he knew how I felt about it.

He just eyed me as we continued to follow our new friend Jasper who hadn't said a thing to either of us since we left the dining room.

As we were walking I was trying to get use to now walking in 3 very thick soaked diapers for the first time. I tried to walk as normal as possible but still found myself waddling. I just hoped that I would soon get used to walking with the diapers on as I felt very subconscious that I was wearing them every time I took a step. Still I wasn't about to let that ruin my tour. Shoot they could strip my pants away from me and I would still do the tour, that is if I could!

We were almost to our cabin when I realized where we were at. "Umm sir?" I said trying to get Jasper's attention. "Are we going back to our cabin for a reason?"

Jasper didn't answer right away but he did start to smile a little. "I am sorry... aw... Josh is it?" and he gave me a quizzical look.

"Yeah, I'm Josh and this here is Timmy." As I said this I made sure to jump away from Tim's reach before he could slug me.

Tim scowled as he just missed connecting with me by an inch. I of course laughed and even with my diaper on continued to stay just out of his reach. Even Jasper chuckled at our play.

"Well there is a hallway right off the side up here that is part of the crew area, and I stay in the very first cabin with my 3 bunkmates." Jasper announced. "All three of my cabin mates are working right now so I have the cabin all to myself and I need to get something there before we leave on the tour."

Of course what we didn't know was that he meant getting his rocks off. But then again if he had told us that he stopped to get his rocks off, we would have been totally lost in confusion. As it is, we had no problem going back to his cabin, that is until he blackmailed us!

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Warning!!!

This chapter contains mature and sexual content!

Chapter 15: Blackmail and Warnings!

"Hey boys if you want sit on the bed, I just need to do a couple things."

Tim and I looked around and I noticed a couple differences between our cabin and this one. The main difference was that it, surprisingly was actually smaller than our cabin! The 2nd thing was; this cabin was an outright mess!

As we were asked, both Tim and I took a seat on one of the bunks, and as Jasper changed out of his work clothes, we once again started discussing what happened this morning. I still found it difficult to believe that I actually fell asleep without even noticing.

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"...well if you are asleep bonehead, how are you supposed to notice that you fell asleep!" Tim asked me after I once again stated that I couldn't believe it.

We were so wrapped up in our conversation that we were no longer paying attention to anything around us, including our new waiter friend Jasper. In fact in order to get our attention Jasper had to pretend cough.

The last thing Tim and I expected... happened!

There before us, wearing only a smile, was a red haired Irish man with nothing else on his body but a thick bright red carpet of hair pretending to shadow the largest piece of man cock I have seen to this day!

I am not exactly sure what Tim was thinking that moment, the only thing I knew for sure, was my mouth was hanging open and my bottom jaw was touching the floor.

I really wanted to say something at that moment... but... seriously I couldn't think of what exactly to say. Like I said at this moment of time I had completely forgotten about everything except for that huge piece of meat that this guy called his manhood practically
standing in front of my face.

A part of my sick and twisted mind really wanted me to reach out and touch it! Another part of me wanted to ask this guy what the fuck his problem was. Of course though, I was 12 and I was taught to respect my elders even if they did do weird things like this.

Still amazed at the size of this guy's snake I couldn't help wonder how he kept something like that all in his pants? I mean, how did the damn thing breathe?

Speaking of breathing, that is when I finally remembered doing so, myself.

"Aaaaa..." I started, but I failed to get out any more than that!

"Umm... Mr...." When Tim started talking I was amazed that I managed to somehow forget all about him. "...I think you forgot to get re-dressed or something."

"Okay boys, here is the deal. I know, and you know that I know, that you guys were doing something you shouldn't have been doing! Am I correct?" Jasper asked us.

Neither Tim nor I knew what to say so we just sat there and looked shocked!

"So how about us three make a deal?" Jasper offered.

I guess it was because Tim was more afraid about it all then I was, that made him answer first. "Deal, we will do anything! Please don't tell on us Mr.!"

Jasper smiled, "okay boys this is what we are going to do. First I want both of you to strip right now!"

I stood there not moving a muscle, shoot my bottom jaw was still resting on the floor for god sake. Unlike me though, Tim was quick to do as he was told. Before I even had a chance to process what Jasper said, Tim was halfway undressed already.

"COME ON! COME ON! Both of you get undressed!" Jasper demanded, but was looking straight at me.

You know what was really dumb? Out of all the dumb things to say or ask, I found the dumbest! "B-b-b-but s-s-sir, a-a-r-r-rre w-w-w-we s-s-st-till s-ss-ss-seeing th-th-the b-b-b-bridge?"

What the hell was I thinking? Here I was being ordered to strip and if I don't do as I am asked, Jasper would tell our parents about what Tim and I were doing in the shower. But all I could ask about was the damn tour. As if it was okay for some guy to molest us as long as we got our tour. What a dumb kid I was.

"Josh it is up to you! Either you strip like your friend here, and at that he pointed at a now naked Tim, or we can pay a visit to your parents and tell them about your guy's inappropriate behavior."

"Josh Pleeaaasseee! Do what he ask! I don't want another spanking from Dad" Tim pleaded with me.

And at that moment something clicked within me. "You've been planning this ever since you saw us haven't you?" I demanded an answer from Jasper.

At the mention of this, Jasper had a smile play on the edge of his lips. "Now look who is getting smarter by the minute!"

At that moment I couldn't decide if I should be pissed off or relieved. I might have continued to stand there if it hadn't been for another plea from Tim begging me to do as I was told. But it wasn't until Jasper spoke that finally got me moving again.

"Josh I promise if you do exactly, `AND I DO MEAN EXACTLY' I will take you for the tour." Jasper promised.

At this I finally broke and started to undress and got as far down as my diaper before I stopped.

"What the..." Jasper looked at me shocked! "What the hell is wrong with you kid?"

All I could do was stand there fully embarrassed and it wasn't until Tim was standing before me trying to get my rubber pants off that I came back to the present. "Tim don't, I will get into trouble! My mom will know if I take it off!" I slapped his hands away in fear.

"But Josh! We're going to get in trouble if you don't!" Tim argued.

"Hey kid, why are you wearing a diaper?" Jasper asked with noticeable humor.

I don't know what overtook me at that moment as I looked at him angrily and stomped my little foot.

"DON'T YOU DARE!" I glared at him and spitting fire from my eyes. "DON"T YOU DARE MAKE FUN OF ME!" I spewed my angry words out at him.

I am not sure if it was my sudden anger, or if it was just maybe that Jasper had grown a soul in the last few seconds, but I saw the smile vanish and some of the harshness soften a little. "Okay, do you wear diapers all the time?" Asked Jasper.

I didn't really know what to say so it took me a moment to respond. "No I just started to wear diapers since we got aboard the Titanic." I answered not realizing he had meant something else.

"No... no... I meant do you wear them both day and night." Jasper clarified his question.

"Ohhhh..." I said, looking stunned and stupid at the same time. "...no, I just wear them at night and my mom wanted me to lie down after breakfast so she hadn't taken it off yet."

"Okay now we are getting somewhere!" Jasper looked happier as he said this. "I will tell you what Josh, for now you can stay in your diaper and I will just play with Tim and you can watch." At this he stopped and pointed his finger at himself then at me. "...we will do other things instead. I just want you to understand though, you will be expected to come back later when you get your diaper off and see me. Then we will do the other things that you see me and Tim do. Do you understand?" And when Jasper asked me this I just nodded.

I don't think neither Tim nor I knew what exactly Jasper wanted us to do anyway but we decided to wait to see what he wanted from us.

All of a sudden, without warning Jasper just outright yelled at us! "I DON'T CARE WHICH ONE OF YOU DOES IT, `BUT' SOMEONE BETTER START TREATING THIS GUY..." And at that he pointed to the large monster between his legs. "...LIKE HE IS A YUMMY POPSICLE!

I was floored! "What the hell just happened?" I thought to myself. I could tell that this guy was one twisted person but at the same time a small part of me wanted to reach out and taste it and so without 1 more second of hesitation, I went ahead and grabbed Jasper's monster.

"Ohhhhhhhhh... that is it boy... just stroke it boy..." Jasper moaned.

Jasper kept moaning as I played with it. I have to admit I even got into it as well as I used my other hand to rub the front of my diaper. I had completely forgotten about Tim being in the room and all it seemed like was that Jasper and I were the only two people left in the entire world. Then without warning, Jasper's red hair morphed into Jacob's jet black hair.

I now saw nothing but Jacob. I found myself longing for Jacob in ways I never even considered or understood before. For instance I wanted Jacob inside of me. I didn't know why I had this insane impulse to have Jacob put his bigger boy cock into my backside. Even though I was seeing a decent size cock in my dreams of Jacob, it was nowhere close to the size of the real one in front of my face, that is, Jaspers monster of a cock. But it still was a good size package for boys as young as us.

I know... I know... It seems ridicules that I could somehow replace the monster in front of me with a smaller young boy's version. Come to think of it, I had no idea what Jacob's boyhood looked like, who knows; maybe it is as big as Jaspers. All I know was, at that moment I was enjoying my time with Jacob even if in reality it was with this scuz-bucket!

Even though the cock in my hands was Jasper's and I was actually seeing what I thought was Jacob's modest manhood, I still noticed what was actually happening with the cock in my hand. So when it started to leak some clear fluid, Jasper's monster was actually also leaking the clear stuff that did not look or smell like pee. Cautiously I reached out with my tongue and tasted it, I was expecting the bitter harshness of piss but instead I found an interesting taste that made me want to try more. Again I reached out my tongue but before I could move my head away I felt Jacob's hands on my head, pushing me forward and closer to the leaking member in front of me and that was when I found that Jacob was trying to feed me his savory tasting man meat. So I opened my mouth and took the whole thing in!

I sucked and sucked, just as if it were a large Sucker would be today. And just like the Owl in that sucker commercial, I was trying my best to find out how many licks does it take to find the inside.

All of a sudden I felt Jacob's body stiffen but his cock slightly vibrated in my hand. Then Jacob let out a yelp and moaned in pleasure. Fear made me think I might have hurt Jacob somehow so I was about to stop sucking on him and check to make sure he was okay, when all of a sudden I felt a jet of something splatter the back of the inside of my throat! I felt Jacob continue to convulse inside of me as he shot load after load of his man juices into my throat.

I am not sure how long I was sucking on Jasper's cock, but when I finally finished draining it, was when I now again noticed it was Jasper and not Jacob who I had been devouring. At that moment I was not sure what to feel, revolt or excitement! Just the electricity of the moment between Jasper and myself was enough to make me no longer upset of having Jasper force himself on me. Another thing came to mind, through all of this, I did not once refer to Jasper/Jacob's penis as his boy toy in my thoughts.

"Wow Josh!" Jasper exclaimed. "You are definitely good at that. We will have to do that a lot more!"

I had a ton of questions all of a sudden start to emerge from me and I was not sure if I was going to be able to contain myself. Right now as my sexual desires started to recede, I found myself once again thinking about the private tour promised to us.

"Jasper?" looking at Jasper now I tried to get his attention. "Can we get re-dressed and go on the tour now?" I begged.

"Hmm, it is getting late. I will tell you what, Tim..." At this Jasper looked over at Tim. "...can you please lie down on the bed? I figure I can suck dry your beautiful boy dick then we can go for the tour. But I want you guys to know that I expect you to be back here before you go to bed as I want to suck both of you, and I want Josh to service me once again."

With this Tim laid on the bed as instructed and allowed Jasper to suck him off. I really don't think though that Tim minded very much as he seemed to be wriggling in ecstasy! Finally, after lots of loud moaning, I watched Tim arch his back and let out one more long loud moan and then collapse. I now was the only one in the room who hadn't been sucked and I really wanted too. "Well there is always later." I thought to myself.

Now with both Jasper and Tim's sex thrill done and over with, and with everyone re-dressed, I finally was able to get my special private tour of Titanic.

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Jasper had been taking us all over the ship, including the crew quarters and areas. Tim and I met all three of Jaspers roommates, they were pretty nice and I wondered if they knew what kind of person Jasper really was.

As for the comparison from the tour we already received it was much more in depth. Yes we did see a lot of these areas while doing our exploring of the ship but still it was neat. I asked question after question, trying to get them answered fast enough just to fire out the next question. At some point I forgot I was wearing 3 thick night time cloth diapers, that is, in my enjoyment and fun of the tour. Still, seeing all of this was nothing to what I was really wanting to see.

Jasper had promised us that not only would we be seeing the bridge and radio room, but also we were going to be allowed to see the Captain's quarters as well; that the captain was actually expecting us there.

I was getting more and more excited as we got closer to the area of the ship where the bridge was, that is just several floors above us. As my excitement built, so did the pressure of my bladder which is when I remembered my diapered condition.

I had been holding myself now for last fifteen minutes or so and knew I wouldn't be able to do so much longer. I knew that I either would have to go to Mom and have her take the diaper off me, or wet it and take the chance it would leak. I did not want to take the chance of it leaking but at the same time there was no way I was going to stop the tour before I made it to the Captain's cabin. Soon I found my bladder making the choice for me and even though it was embarrassing and I hated the diapers, right then it just felt wonderful to relieve all that pressure building up behind my boy toy!

"Your peeing yourself aren't ya?" Tim loudly asked, grinning from ear to ear.

I am not sure how Tim knew and I am sure he didn't expect me to do what I did either. Shoot I didn't even expect what I did, I just reacted!

"Ooffffffffffff!"

As soon as Tim had asked me about peeing myself, I slugged him in his stomach. I had taken him by surprise as I successfully knocked all the air out of him. I then watched as Tim doubled over in pain.

As Tim stood there catching his breath, I realized I was having an out of body experience. I mean, I could see myself staring at Tim but at the same time I could also look down at myself and Tim as I hovered high above us. The part of me that was looking down at myself and Tim was still reeling in shock at what I done to Tim. The other me on the ground looking directly at Tim and was not looking shocked one bit. Instead, that me, was seething mad!

I looked down at the me standing close to Tim. "You going to say that again?!" I watched as that me said this harsh statement to Tim. I could hear as the hatred oozed from those spat out words of mine.

It was a sudden pain that brought the two `ME's' back together, I wasn't able to stand any longer let alone put up a fight.

Tim who had been bending over holding his stomach where I hit him had gotten his breath back quicker than I noticed and I had made the mistake of getting too close to him. As I got into his leg reach he surprised me as he sent his foot into my stomach, not only knocking the air out of me but also knocking me back on my thickly diapered ass.

The thing is that he meant to get me in my boy toy area but had aimed a little too high; still he got his point across with me. He was not going to be taking crap from me. Still I wasn't going to show weakness so I planned on as soon as I was able to do so, to get geared up for round 2 as I am sure Tim was planning as well.

As I wheezed and Tim stared down at me, it occurred to me to ask myself what happened to Jasper through all of this. You see, I would never in a million years expected an adult to just sit back and let me and Tim deck it out, but that is exactly what Jasper did! In fact Jasper was laughing his head off as he watched us hit each other.

"You boys there, done fighting now?" Jasper chuckled as he asked us this. "If you want I can get the captain to dissolve your friendship." Jasper continued to joke.

The anger in both of us vanished as we both started to chuckle at Jasper stupid joke.

"I am sorry Tim, I shouldn't have hit you." I apologized to Tim.

"Josh, I am not one bit sorry I hit but... I am sorry that I embarrassed you." Tim half apologized.

I know, most might not accept that half apology but Tim was going to be one of the few other kids I would know in America and I wasn't willing to lose his friendship over some silly and stupid half apology.

"Apology accepted." I offered along with my hand up to Tim who took it and helped me back up on my feet.

Once back up on my feet and having brushed off any dust that might have gotten onto my clothes I was now ready to continue with the tour, that is until Tim reminded me why the fight had started to begin with.

Jasper had taken the lead as Tim and I followed when Tim spoke to me. "So did you?" Tim whispered in my ear.

"Did I what?" I asked seriously not understanding what he was asking.

"Did you just go in the diaper?" Tim whispered again making sure to be quiet enough to keep jasper from hearing him.

"Oh!" I said stupidly. "Yes I couldn't help it, I had to go too bad." I whispered back to him.

"Man you don't seem like you can hold it very long!" Tim announced a little louder than I wished. "What do you do when you don't have diapers on?" He whispered in my ear and noticed the look that I was giving him, one that suggested that "...one more statement like that and I will twist your head off!" Or at least I was hoping that he was seeing that from my angry look.

"Man I am telling you!" I quietly growled. I then calmed down and answered him. "If I was outside it was easy, I just peed on the ground when I had to go, same thing if I had to poop. I never was too far away from a toilet or at least if need be somewhere outside to do it."

"I see, now you are on a ship with nowhere to really go and you are having accidents. I guess it is lucky you have the diapers on after all then." At that moment I knew Tim was right, I was glad I was wearing the diapers to keep my accidents and therefore also my embarrassment contained.

Then Tim said something that really made my face turn red. "Josh, do you think you will poop in them before we get back." Just as Tim said this Jasper looked back and I started to wonder if he had heard part of our conversation or if he was just checking to see if we were still behind him. I never did ask him this and he never said a thing, but I think he was just checking to see if we were still behind him.

As for the poop thing, I looked at Tim like I might just shake him but before I was able to say anything about it I felt a small but noticeable pressure from my backend, just as if the act of mentioning it would make it come true. "Boy I hope not I thought."

At some point during the tour we had made it all the way to the bottom of the boat and now we were heading back to the top and the Captain's Quarters. I was really not looking forward to walking all up those steps again and I don't know how both Tim and I managed to be on Titanic as long as we have been and not yet to use the elevators but I was about to get my first ride ever in one.

At this point I had never heard of an elevator, let alone knew what one did. So when we stepped into this closet I had no idea what to expect.

"Why did we come into this closet?" I asked in confusion.

I stared at Jasper, waiting for him to explain to me and Tim why we were in a closet now. When Jasper closed the gate behind us (which was weird for a closet.), I got real worried and that is when I noticed Tim's shocked but happy looking face.

"Wow Jasper, I really didn't know. This is soooo cool!" Tim said in excitement.

"Yep she has four of them on board her!" Jasper said proudly.

"Wow I can't believe it, four elevators!" Tim exclaimed. "Can I do it?" Tim asked.

"Well I thought Allen was supposed to be manning this elevator right now." Jasper questioned then nodded to Tim. "Sure why not!" I then saw Tim reach out and pull on a lever control looking thing.

I was about to ask what he was doing and what an elevator was and why he and Jasper seemed so excited about a closet, when all of a sudden I felt the closet jerk up. "WHAT THE..." I yelled out as I felt us start moving upwards. "...WERE GOING TO CRASH THROUGH THE ROOF!" I screamed. I had no idea what an elevator was and had no understanding what was happening. All I knew was from the feeling below me; we were going to fly through the roof and quick!

I was cowering near the floor when I heard laughter and when I looked up I saw Tim chuckling. "Oh-my-GOD, that was so funny!" Tim laughed. "Are you okay Josh, I am sorry I guess I should have explained what an elevator was to you before we did that." Tim quickly explained hoping to not upset me again for his earlier laughter.

Trying to sound braver than I was feeling I asked the question that I had tried to ask moments before. "What is an elevator?"

Jasper was the one who answered first. "Josh an elevator, or lift as it is known in some parts of the world, is a small box that can go up and down a shaft that was specifically designed for it. This elevator we are on allows us to go quickly from the bottom of the boat to the top of the boat and back down to the bottom in a few minutes without having to climb any stairs."

"Wow, you mean we are no longer on the floor we were on just a moment ago?" I asked in stunned wonderment.

"You know you are so cute when you are excited." Jasper announced through his laughter. "But to answer your question, yes, we are now on the top deck." And to prove it he opened the doors as I stared in utter amazement!

Another good thing came out of my first time in an elevator and that was Tim managed to forget all about what I had done in my diapers and he didn't bring it up again through the rest of our tour.

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"So boy's, what do you think of my cabin and the bridge?" Captain Smith asked Tim and me after he showed us around his, what I would say back then was considered luxurious, cabin and then just now, the bridge.

"Wow just awesome, better than the cabin we were in on our way to England!" Tim replied. This was the first and last time that Tim had given any clue on his and Uncle Josh's accommodations on their voyage over to England. Yes I could have asked him what it was like and if he went First Class or not but to be honest, I just never gave it much thought.

"Yes, only the best for the Titanic and her captain!" Captain Smith exclaimed. I figured now that I am done with showing you the bridge, I will let you see our Marconi room."

"Ahhhh... Captain Smith..." I looked confusedly towards the captain. "...what is a Marconi room?" I asked.

I looked over at Tim as I was sure he was going to berate me for not knowing what the captain was talking about, but Tim looked as confused as I was and I know this may sound mean, but I was glad!

"Well Josh, The Marconi room is a telegraph room. How about I show you and let the operator tell you about it." Captain Smith suggested.

So we walked into the little radio room where the Marconi telegraph operator then told us all about the Marconi room and its radio. The main thing I understood was that it used what is called a Marconiamp39s, invented by some guy named Marconi, as for his first name don't even ask me to pronounce that. This radio was all wireless and could radio at long distances, as much as 400 miles during the day and a 1000 miles at night. Now it isn't like a radio you have today but is in fact a telegraph machine and it was up to the operator to decode incoming messages and encode outgoing messages. It turned out sounding more exciting than actually being though. I guess you can say Tim and I were too young to understand, and easily lost in all of the technical jargon that the Marconi operator used.

We were just leaving the room when one of the operators stopped the captain.

"Captain Smith we have another one." The operator said while handing the captain a piece of paper with a message he just finished decoding.

"Thank you Mr. Bride." Captain Smith acknowledged the operator who went back to work decoding and encoding messages, mostly for the First Class passengers, or at least that was what we were told.

Before Mr. Bride returned to work though he did make a suggestion. "Maybe we should slow down Sir!" Mr. Bride suggested and then said something that caught my full attention right away. "That is now over a 100 iceberg warnings Captain!"

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We had been heading back to our cabin with Jasper escorting us when I had finally been dragged out of the deep thoughts I had been in since the Iceberg warning had been given to the captain. "Josh, are you home?!" Tim asked jokingly as he knocked on my head.

"I am sorry, I just got lost in thought for a while." I tried to explain away my distracted mind.

I tried to smile and even participate in the resumed conversation mostly going on between Tim and Jasper but deep down my mind was screaming!

"Icebergs! Is that how it is going to happen?" I thought to myself. "Is the Titanic going to hit an iceberg?" Then I remembered that Tim had asked the question I really wanted to ask but for some reason my mind shut down from fear and I was no longer able to say anything!

"Captain Smith, is it really true that the Titanic could really hit an iceberg and not sink?" Tim had asked the captain. We had both heard him say this the day he boarded which was now a couple days ago.

"Well son..." The Captain than looked at me and I am sure by the look on his face that he remembered answering my similar question when he came aboard. "...let me put your mind to rest; Titanic is so strong, that she could ram an iceberg, and still continue her voyage to New York!" The Captain smiled as he reassured both of us boys. The Captain then looked at me before continuing. "Trust me boys, you are safe on board the Titanic." The Captain then smiled. "Besides we will steer clear from those icebergs anyways. We don't want to take any unnecessary chances do we? Well boys I have to go ahead and get back to ship business, you two have fun and stay out of trouble."

The way the Captain had said that last thing it almost seemed as if he knew what we had been up too. Anyway as I said I was pretty much out of it from that point until now and I just knew, I don't know why or how. Somehow I now was almost certain what causes the Titanic to sink in my dream... an iceberg.

So my mind has been reeling around and I had been lost that is until Tim got my attention. Now my attention was split between my feelings and emotions in my thoughts, and of course the conversation that Tim and Jasper were having. Now truthfully I couldn't tell you one thing that was said in that conversation that is until I heard something that interested me and completely took away my fear until later that evening.

"Titanic has a pool?" I asked excitedly. "Can we go see it?" I begged Jasper. I had overheard Tim and Jasper talking about it when he started telling us about all the amenities on board the Titanic.

"Yes Titanic has a pool on board but I am sorry; even I can't get into the pool area; First Class passengers only, sorry guys." Jasper announced.

I was now, and I am sure Tim was thinking the same thing; somehow we were going to find that pool and check it out, if not even swim in it! For the time being neither one of us brought up the swimming pool again with Jasper.

We were getting closer to where our cabin was when Tim asked a question.

"Jasper, I was wondering... I mean... well, you're Irish right, so why don't you sound Irish?" Tim finally managed to ask.

"So what does it matter if I am Irish or not?!" Jasper snapped. Of course I saw a slight smile playing on his lips when he said this and knew he was just playing around with Tim. Of course Tim didn't seem to notice it at all.

"Ahhh... I... Oh damn, I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you." Tim tried to apologize to Jasper. "I was just wondering as you didn't have accent, but you do really look Irish, and not just on your head." Tim pointed out and I knew right then what he meant.

"So are you saying if I am redheaded that it makes me Irish?" This time Jasper cracked a smile and Tim knew he was just pulling his leg.

"That's about it!" Tim smiled.

"Well okay, I am half Irish but I have never been to Ireland until recently. In fact I was born and grew up in America. My father was an American. My mom was an Irish woman who came to America when she was only in her teens. My parents ended up meeting, falling in love, got married, and eventually had me, all in America." Jasper explained to the both of us, and I think mostly for Tim's benefit. "I grew up in Philadelphia and had a good childhood, a good one that is outside of the relationship I had with my father. As for my father, he was a wealthy business man and because of this, we had plenty of money. Then some very bad stock market investments cost him everything we had. Now with no money, both I and my mom had to find work while my father drank himself to death. In the end the booze didn't work fast enough so he finally ended it by shooting himself." I hated my dad anyways so I didn't shed any tears at his funeral. At night that bastard would sneak into my room and do things to me and even though I begged my mom to stop him, she never did." At this Jasper paused as his feelings from his childhood overcame him.

"I am sorry I didn't mean to bring up any bad feelings for you." Tim apologized.

I was going to say something as well, but I was not going to be so nice, when I felt a sudden twinge in my bowels. I looked down at myself as I now remembered I was walking around in thick cloth diapers and that they were, judging from the heaviness, sopping wet. I knew at some point I had to have had to wet them again, and didn't even remember doing so. All I remember was wetting it before the elevator but I knew it must have happened again since then, as they were heavier now than they were then.

"Must have happened when I spaced out." I thought to myself.

Now I was worried about my bowels letting go and so I decided it was time to see my mom and get out of this wet diaper. We were close now anyway to our cabin, so I looked at Tim and I couldn't believe it but was happy when he seemed to understand what I was trying to tell him.

"Well... ummm... Mr. Jasper. I think we can find our way back from here, but thanks for the tour." As Tim said that he was about to walk away when Jasper reached out and stopped him.

"Boys, why don't we go back to my cabin; besides, diaper or not, I really want to see what is hidden behind it." Jasper suggested as he looked longingly at me.

I didn't even think about it twice, I just pushed and grunted. I watched Jasper's smile that he was giving me turn to disgust as he heard me very audibly fill the rear of my diaper. Shoot I couldn't help smiling as I finished filling my diaper, not because I liked the feeling of it like Tim did; no I was smiling because I knew that by doing what I did, I had disgusted Jasper so bad that there was no way he would try doing anything to me now.

Tim just stood there goggled-eyed and I watched as a smile started to display itself on his lips. I wasn't sure if he was smiling because I pooped, or if it was because I found a good way to put a damper onto Jasper's plans. Most likely though it was both of the reasons!

Even though I did do it on purpose, I still found it embarrassing and couldn't help feeling a little shame as my eyes started to tear up.

"My GOD!" Jasper gagged. "Did you just do what I think you did?" And with tears in my eyes, I nodded my head yes. "Oh my GOD, go get yourself cleaned up!" Jasper demanded. "Oh make it quick, I expect both of you to be back in my cabin before Lunch starts!"

"I am sorry but I don't think we will be coming back to your cabin anymore." Tim notified Jasper. "We appreciate you giving us the tour and all but I don't think it would be a good idea for us to be around you. Your father hurt you, so now you are trying to do the same to us; well we aren't going to let you."

"Well then I guess I will have to tell your parents about what you two were doing in the shower then." Jasper announced.

"Actually no you won't! If you do, we will just tell them how you blackmailed us!" I proudly defended what Tim was saying.

"Okay, you guys may have me there, so let's do this instead; if you don't come back, then I will tell security about your little stowaway friend." And before Tim or I could even respond, "I know where he is hiding at!" Jasper informed us.

"Um, we got to think about it." Tim thoughtfully replied.

"Alright, if I don't see you by this evening you can say goodbye to your friend, also if you try to warn him in any way I will know, and I will tell the security department immediately!" Jasper stated with a cruel looking smile on his lips.

Wanting more than ever to end this conversation with Jasper so that I could get out of this messy diaper I nodded at Jasper, grabbed Tim's hand and yanked him out of Jasper's grasp pulling him down the hallway to our cabin; where hopefully my mother was at so she could remove this messy diaper. At that moment I didn't even care if she put me into another diaper, as long as I could get out of this one and away from that weirdo.

As we ran down the hall and away from Jasper, Tim and I both knew that we would never set foot near Jasper's cabin again, let alone do anything sexually with him! Now if we could just figure out how we were going to protect Jacob without Jasper knowing!

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Chapter 16: The Unsinkable Molly Brown!

I had been positive that Mom would have punished me for pooping in my diaper. I mean, what 12 year old still poops himself during the day. Then there is the fact that technically I had done it on purpose. Of course I didn't tell Mom that, as I really didn't want to go into the whole Jasper and our sexual encounter with her. I was sure that if we had told her, Mom would have been upset with me for doing what I did with Jasper, no matter how wrong Jasper had been. So I decided or I should say, Tim and I decided before arriving at the door to our cabin, that we would not tell a soul what happened in that red headed bastard's Cabin. I have kept this promise to this day, well that is until now.

I didn't have to worry though about Mom being upset one bit. It almost seemed as if she expected for me to not only wet my diapers more, but also poop them. In fact she was weirdly proud of me for coming to her so quickly after pooping my diaper. I am starting to get the idea that Mom likes the idea of me being in diapers as much as Tim does! Mom almost seems to be encouraging me not only to wear diapers but use them as well. Also little by little, it seems as if I am putting up less resistance when it comes to the diapers. In fact the whole thing was kind of scaring me, as the last thing I wanted to be was diaper dependent at night let alone the day. So I of course balked at the idea when Mom suggested putting me into a clean one. I found she had gotten all my diapers washed and found a great place on board to quickly dry them as well, so she had plenty of clean ones to diaper me in.

"Mom, please! I don't need them during the day!" I argued.

"Josh it will just be easier to re-diaper you now rather than doing it after lunch. You promised you would lie down after lunch and I expect you to do so!" Mom argued.

"Mom we still have over an hour before lunch and Tim and I need to find Jacob and tell him something." I whined.

Mom sighed and I knew I had won the battle this time. So after she cleaned my poopy butt and washed away all traces of pee she held out my underwear and had me step into them.

"Arrrrgggghhhhhh! I screamed inside my head. I really need to start acting my age!" I thought to myself as I was stunned that I had allowed Mom to slip my underwear up over my hips as if I were a very small child. So when she tried the same with my pants I told her quickly and probably a little ruder than I should have, "I CAN DO IT! I AM NOT A BABY! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO WANT ME TO BE YOUR BABY SO BAD?! WELL YOU NEED TO STOP IT! I DON'T WANT YOU MOTHERING ME TO DEATH!" I screamed loud enough that I think they heard me back in England.

I knew immediately the split second after I stopped yelling, that those words that slipped past my lips were a mistake, and so when Mom slapped me I had already expected it and therefore was not surprised by the act. Still, the slap did sting badly, and I couldn't keep the tears from welling in my eyes.

I had expected the slap from Mom to be followed by more or at least a verbal tongue lashing but when it never came I looked up into my mother's eyes and was shocked when I saw tears in them. Now I was confused, I mean why was Mom crying when I was the one slapped? I was gearing up the nerve to ask her why, but before I could she handed my pants to me and told me and Tim to go play until lunch. I also could hear the pain in her voice when she told us that.

Leaving the room with my pants still in my hands I all of a sudden felt a guilt, one deep in my stomach, one that I don't think I have ever experienced before.

"So are you planning on putting on your pants or are you going to just carry them around with you all day." Tim nervously giggled. I think it was his attempt at defusing a very tense situation.

I hadn't been paying attention; instead I had been following Tim while lost in guilty thought. When Tim did point out my condition I of course felt the blood rush to my face, embarrassed that I had been walking for several minutes in a busy hallway without any pants on.

Quickly I pulled my pants on. A few passerbys snickered a little at me as I slipped them up but I tried my best to put them and their snickers out of my thoughts. As soon as I had my pants pulled on though, I took off down the hallway weaving in and out through people. I continued running till I managed to quickly put everyone besides Tim that is behind me. As I finally stopped in a deserted area of the ship Tim ran up next to me panting.

"gasp ... gasp ... gasp ... gasp ... Josh ... gasp ... why ... gasp ... did ... gasp ... you ... gasp ... take ... gasp ... off ... gasp ... like ... gasp ... that ... gasp? Tim tried his best to ask between gasp for breath.

"I am sorry Tim; I just had to get away from all those eyes from staring at me."

"I understand Josh trust me, I really do understand." Tim said with complete sincerity. "So do you think your mom is going to be okay? I am not sure but I think you hurt her feelings a little. Remember, you are always going to be her little boy, no matter how big you get. I am shocked though that she let you get off with just a slap, for a minute there I was sure she was going to take you over her knee."

I think Tim would have said more about it but I was happy that he decided to drop it after seeing that I really didn't want to talk about it at that moment. So with that, he made a change of subject that would eventually before that hour was over with, have us cross paths with who history would later refer to as, `The Unsinkable Molly Brown'. "Josh let's see if we can find Jacob and warn him about Jasper."

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We looked everywhere for Jacob. His sleeping place of course was the first place we checked but even though his stuff was there, Jacob was not. As we looked both Tim and I were getting worried that maybe Jasper had actually found Jacob and had him locked up in the ship security office. We finally decided that we should go and check just to make sure. When we got to the security office though, we only found a drunken guy in there.

It was now getting close to lunchtime and still we were no closer to finding Jacob. In our rush trying to find Jacob we both practically ran down some poor woman.

"I am sorry Ma'am." Tim apologized.

Once we knew the woman was okay we were about to take off again when she stopped us.

"So boys, where are the two of you heading off to so fast?" The woman asked us.

"Um... well Ma'am..." Tim started to say.

"Don't Ma'am me! My name is Molly, no more of this Ma'am nonsense... Okay?" Molly said in a stern voice but I, and I am sure Tim as well, could tell the sternness was an act and I had a strong gut feeling that this woman was a good person even if she was First class which I was sure she was. "So now tell me, where are you two heading off to so fast?" Molly asked us again.

Like I said I had this strong instinct with this woman, I mean Molly. I just knew if we told her the truth or as much as she needed to know, she would help us. So between Tim and me, we told Molly about our run in with Jasper and how he wanted us to come to his room that evening or he would turn in Jacob. We did conveniently leave out the fact that we had already spent some time in Jasper's Cabin, like I said we decided not to tell a soul on that one. We also explained that Jacob was a stowaway on board the ship and had no one in the world who cared about him. We finished off with how we were frightened that Jasper might have hurt him somehow.

When we were finally done explaining we just stood there and watched Molly to see if she was going to turn us in for harboring a stowaway. Instead she proved to be the woman that I was sure she was.

"So this Jasper character likes little boys you say?" Both Tim and I nodded our heads yes. "I see, I think there is something you two are not telling me, but I will respect your privacy." Molly informed the two of us. "This is what I suggest; let's go back to where Jacob is sleeping at. I have a feeling that Jasper would not have been able to take him far without being noticed, so I think we will find Jacob near there." Molly suggested.

So with new hope and a new friend, we took Molly with us down to where we had hidden Jacob. It was pretty hard for her to do so but Molly somehow managed to squeeze back to where Jacob's sleeping place was hidden at.

I could tell as soon as she got close enough she could smell Jacob's wet bedding and his soiled britches that he hadn't yet had a chance to clean out and were lying next to his bedding. From the look on Molly's face I was sure she was going to be sick but she proved me wrong.

"Oh the poor child is a bed wetter isn't he?" Molly questioned us.

Both Tim and I nodded our heads and answered yes to her question. Once again I felt relieved that I was right about this great woman. She was a true kind hearted sole. I decided to trust her more and tell her about Jacob's lazy bladder and how he has both peeing and pooping accidents all the time, not just at night.

"Oh... The poor boy!" Molly sympathized.

After Molly got over her shock of the problem that Jacob had to live with, she went into action. She looked around the cargo area and we even walked it real good while Tim and I kept yelling out Jacob's name. We did this for a while when Molly all of a sudden hushed us. The two of us stopped talking and moving and stood in complete silence. A few minutes went by and I heard nothing, then all of a sudden I did hear it.

Just barely, and I mean barely, I heard who I was sure was Jacob, scream out my name. "There I said, and I pointed towards a stack of crates. When we moved the crates we found a small trap door in the floor.

Tim tried to open it but the door was locked. "I am sorry but it is locked!"

"Damn, what can we do?" I asked Molly.

"Well the first thing you can do boy is clean that mouth out of yours! The next thing is to find one the crewmen who work down here." Molly suggested.

"Jacob, were going to get some help." I yelled down to my friend.

I faintly heard Jacob reply and with Molly promising us that she would stay with Jacob, both Tim and I took off for help. It took us some time but we did finally locate someone from the crew to help us out and brought him back to where Molly was standing over top of Jacob's prison.

"Ma'am, is everything okay here?" I guess the crewman recognized Molly as a First Class passenger right away.

"No, everything is not okay! One of your crewmen locked this poor boy into whatever this place below us is!" Molly exclaimed. "Do you have the key for this door?" Molly asked.

"I am sorry Ma'am, I don't have it, but I can get it." The crewman offered.

"Well then, what are you waiting for, go and get it!" Molly demanded. And with that said the crewman took off to, I guess go after the key.

While waiting for the guy to come back with the key so we could free Jacob, Molly started to ask Jacob how he got stuck down there. What we learned, which by the way was hard to hear at times due to what we found out had been caused from blankets being put on top of Jacob to muffle his screams for help. Anyway what we learned was that Jacob had been grabbed in the middle of the night while he slept and then forced into the hole he was now in. Then the person who put him there came down as well and did things to him that he begged the guy not to do.

Molly asked Jacob to describe the guy who did all of this to him and it turned out that the description fit Jasper to the `T'! At this point Molly was furious that anyone would force themselves on a child like that. Just as she was promising Jacob and us for that matter that Jasper would never hurt us again, the crewman returned and he brought two others with him; one of them turned out to be Jasper.

"Mrs. I found the key, it turned out that Jasper had it." The crewman explained.

"Yes Mrs. Brown I captured a stowaway and was on my way to let security know when Bill here..." At this Jasper pointed towards the crewman. "...found me and asked me about the key as I had it signed out in my possession." Jasper added.

"I see Mr. Jasper, so I assume the other gentleman is from the security department?" Molly asked Jasper. "Oh and thank you for recognizing me as it makes it so much easier for me now." As Molly had said this Jasper looked at her confused. There was a quick flash of fear in Jaspers eyes as well before he managed to recompose himself.

"I am sorry Ma'am but I have no idea what you are suggesting, but I know you because I served your tea the other day."

"Oh that's right, now I remember you. Well don't you worry, you don't have anything to worry about, or do you?" Molly asked cryptically. She then turned towards the crewman, "Can we please let the poor boy out?"

With a nod the crewman or Bill bent down and unlocked the trapdoor, where we saw a ladder going down into a dark hole.

"Jacob, can you hear me child?" Molly yelled into the dark hole. "If you can, please try and climb up the ladder."

"I can hear you, but I am tied up!" At this Molly gave Jasper a stern look.

"Well I had to tie him up, to keep him from finding a way to escape!" Jasper said defensively.

Molly turned towards Bill and nodded at him, "Can you please retrieve the boy!" And Molly wasn't asking Bill but telling him.

Bringing Jacob up the ladder was not an easy task for Bill but it would have been easier if he had untied Jacob and let him climb up on his own. I think it had to do more with uncertainty and that is why Bill left Jacob tied up. I guess it didn't really matter as Jacob had been tied like that for so many hours that his legs were stiff and sore and he would not have been able to climb the ladder anyway. The other thing that no-one could help but notice, besides Jacob smelling like a toilet, he was also completely naked. At that moment I didn't think much about it but later I would find myself thinking a lot about his nude appearance.

Once Jacob was standing on his feet Molly turned to him, "Jacob, is this the man who did those awful things to you?" And as Molly asked this she pointed towards Jasper."

"Yes Ma'am, he is the one."

At this Jasper knew something was up and went on the defense. "Don't believe anything that boy tells you, he is a stowaway and he is just trying to protect himself!"

"Let me get this straight, you are telling me that the boy was running around nude and you just happened to be down here and captured him, but instead of taking him to the security office you decided to lock him up in a hole with blankets piled on top of him just to muffle his screaming, so that you can then go and bring security down here! Well I think that is a bunch of crap!"

Just a moment before the security officer had looked like he was going to arrest Jacob but now looked confused as he looked at Jasper, then over to Molly, then back to Jasper.

Molly then looked towards the officer, "This boy is not a stowaway, he is the son of some very nice people in 3rd class and they have been worried sick as their son has been missing all night long." Molly lied but for a good reason.

Molly then went ahead and had Jacob tell the security officer exactly what he had already told us and by the end, with the help of Molly the security officer was starting to believe us over Jasper. Of course the security guard knew who Molly was and Jasper had confirmed her identity so in the end he agreed that Jacob was in no trouble.

"Officer, arrest that man!" Molly demanded as she could see in Jasper's eyes that he was about to flea! And before Jasper could take two steps in the opposite direction Molly managed to trip him and he went sprawling onto his face.

The four of us, that is Me, Tim, Jacob, and Molly watched as the officer with the help of Bill dragged a now handcuffed Jasper away. Once the three were no longer in site Molly looked over at Jacob and tsked him.

"Boy I think we should get you in a diaper!" Molly stated as we all including Jacob looked down at his leaking member. Jacob blushed when he noticed that we were all watching him pee uncontrollably onto the deck floor.

"But they don't sell diapers onboard." I informed Molly as I knew all too well that they didn't.

"Well I am sure with enough influence I can get some exactly your size." Molly stated directly to Jacob.

We wouldn't learn until the next day that she actually hired a group of women from 3rd class to make Jacob diapers; she even used her own expensive clothing articles to make the diapers with. On top of all that she paid each woman very well to do the job quickly so that by the next day Jacob would have more diapers than I did. Molly also managed to find the material needed to have 5 pairs of rubber pants made as well. In the meantime as soon as Jacob stopped peeing he ran to where his hidden sleeping area was and didn't return until he was dressed.

"Boy, we definitely need to also get you some new clothes; those ones are not only smelly but have seen their better days a long time ago." Molly said with disproval.

Before we even knew it Molly had us in one the expensive clothing shops on board Titanic and had Jacob now fully decked out in a new suit and a bag of other new clothes. I knew he was real proud of his new suit and later he told me how he was trying throughout the day to make sure his bladder was okay, as the last thing he wanted to do was pee in his new clothes.

It wasn't until we were leaving the shop that I heard someone give someone else the time.

"Aw crap Tim..." I noticed that Molly was not happy with the choice of my words but at that moment I knew we were in trouble. "...it is after lunch, our parents are going to kill us!" I shrieked.

We were so busy and wrapped up in trying to find and then help Jacob that we forgot all about the time and Lunch had passed over an hour and a half ago. It was now twenty to two and I knew our parents were more likely worried sick. Plus I figured they have probably been looking for us all this time and like us missed lunch as well. Both Tim and I explained this to Molly who insisted on going back with us to our cabin and explaining our absence to our parents. At that moment I was more than happy to accept her offer and so was Tim.

Like we thought, our parents spent the last almost two hours looking for us and because of this missed lunch. In fact our fathers who were the ones out looking for us returned only minutes before we ourselves showed up in the cabin. Mom at first was so happy to see I was okay that she grabbed me and hugged the stuffing out of me, of course once she was satisfied that I was okay she swatted my butt pretty hard. Boy did it hurt a lot!

As Molly promised she explained everything and how we were actually heroes for rescuing Jacob, who smiled at the mention of his name.

After our parents were satisfied with the explanation from Molly, Mrs. Brown did something unexpected.

"I too missed my lunch as well and would love to invite you all out for a late lunch, my treat." Molly kindly offered.

It was my dad who spoke next. "Mrs. Brown, while I appreciate all you have done for our boys and their friend and your offer for lunch, I think I speak for us all when I say we have to decline your gracious offer..." Before Dad could go any further my mom interrupted him.

"Are you mad! This is a lady here; you do not decline an offer from a lady. Especially with the status that Mrs. Brown here has. Besides I would love to eat in one of the fancy restaurants on this ship at least once and let's face it, we would never be able to afford it." Mom then turned towards Molly. "Mrs. Brown, we will kindly accept your offer." Mom then looked around at us all, I think she was wondering if we should all take the time to get gussied up.

I think Molly knew what my Mom was thinking. "Don't worry what you are wearing will be fine. No one will deny you entrance as you are." Molly assured my mom.

With that we all left for the restaurant and to one of the fanciest lunches I ever had! I will not bore you with the details of our lunch, just that it was good and elegant. Also through that lunch I remembered the words I had spoken to my mom earlier. I knew I should apologize to her; I just wasn't sure how to start.

As promised, after lunch I lied down and before I knew it I was asleep. A good sleep of no dreams!

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Warning!!!

This chapter contains mature and sexual content!

Chapter 17: The Dreams Continues

Boy Mom was right; I really did need sleep as once my head hit my pillow after our late lunch I fell fast asleep, only to reawaken when Mom shook me awake for dinner. It was a good dreamless sleep, so when Mom woke me up I was not happy and more than just a little grumpy.

"Mom, I'm not hungry! Why couldn't you just let me sleep? I grumbled and whined.

"Josh, I am not going to let you sleep all evening, if I did that you wouldn't sleep tonight."

"I would prefer to sleep now then tonight anyway!" I protested.

Mom would hear none of it, her mind was set and there was no way of arguing my way out of it. All she wanted to do was get me out of my diaper, which I now realized that I had soaked in my sleep, and get me down to the dining room where everyone else was at waiting for us.

So still half asleep I allowed Mom to take my diaper off and clean me up. When she got down to the part of cleaning me she stopped and told me to do it. Tired I whined and asked why I had to wash myself when she normally done it.

Like I said I was still half asleep so I had forgotten or wasn't thinking about it at that moment, about how I had upset and hurt my mom's feelings earlier that day. So when she decided not to say anything about it, or let me know in some other way why she was treating me the way she was or why she almost seemed upset with me suddenly, I was totally lost and feeling almost abandon.

As I was washing my diaper area Tim, showed up in the cabin. "Dad was wondering how much longer..." Tim started to ask but stopped when he felt and saw the tension emanating from my mom.

"We're about done Tim, why don't you walk with Josh back to the dining room when he gets finished getting dressed, I will go ahead and let them know that you and Josh will join us soon." My mom instructed Tim.

As soon as my mom left Tim looked at me, "what did you do now?" He asked me and gave me a look like he might just slap me upside my head any moment.

"I wish I knew?" I said in total confusion. I then went on to explain to Tim what happened before he came into the cabin.

"You dumb ass..." Tim jabbed me in my forehead with his finger. "...How can you forget already how you treated your mom earlier today and made her feel 1 inch tall?" Tim asked me angrily.

It was now that the realization or should I say the memory came back of what I done earlier that day to my mom. Even though I forgot all about it, Mom had not and was still very upset about it.

"hhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh" I sighed. I knew now what I had to do; I just didn't know how to convince my mom I was severe. Tim did offer one piece of advice to me.

"Josh, whatever happens in the future, if she wants you to do something, just go ahead and agree with it; and that includes her wanting you to wear diapers.

"But that doesn't help with what I already done." I pouted.

"Josh, just apologize to her as soon as we get to the table or if anything as soon as you can be alone with your mother."

All of a sudden something Tim said reminded me of something and I couldn't help smiling at Tim who was starting to look nervous from the way I was staring at him.

"What!" Tim practically shouted. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Oh I was just thinking about apologizing at the dinner table." I smirked at Tim.

Tim still hadn't gotten what I was talking about as he still stared at me in confusion. "What does that have to do with the way you are staring at me?" Tim asked.

"Well I was just thinking that this morning at the breakfast table, someone was supposed to do some apologize." I sniggered.

I guess Tim finally realized that I was referring to him and that I hadn't forgotten he was supposed to apologize to everyone at breakfast, but because of me and my dreams Tim's father Uncle Josh, forgot all about Tim's punishment. I of course had remembered but decided to not be a tattletale and allow Tim a break as I know if I had been in his shoes that I would never want to experience the embarrassment of apologizing to everyone like he was supposed to do.

"You... You're not going to tell... are you?" Tim's face ashened, he was scared at the thought of me reminding his dad about his punishment.

"I can't believe you Tim! I thought we were friends and do you really think I, being your friend, would really remind your dad about that forgotten punishment." All through saying this I was grinning evilly and by the time I finished I could no longer control myself and started laughing my head off.

If Tim was confused before he was really confused now. "Are you or are you not telling on me?" Tim asked me wanting a straight answer.

Of course I was having fun playing with his head so I decided to continue. Since I was still trying to get dressed, I decided to not answer his question until I finished and like I knew it would, it drove Tim nuts!

"Okay you're dressed; please tell me are you going to tell my dad." Tim begged to know but I just smiled at him.

"Boy, I am hungry! Last one to the dining room is a poopy pants!" I loudly announced and rushed out of the cabin, Tim hot on my heels.

"I am going to get you Josh!" Tim screamed as I ran down the hall laughing, weaving in and out and around other passengers, who were not too happy to have to dodge two screaming children.

I made it to the Dining room one length ahead of him and as Soon as he stopped next to me I announced, "Hey Mr. Poopy Pants, nice to see you made it." I grinned and giggled uncontrollably. I then was about to enter the dining room when Tim reached out and stopped me. "Now what do you want Mr. Poopy Pants?" I said still laughing and being silly.

"No look who is calling who poopy. If I remember correctly it is you..." at this Tim pointed straight at me. "...that poops in his pants, not me! So I would suggest that you reconsider who you are calling Mr. Poopy Pants."

I looked at him, shrugged, and laughed, as I pushed open the door and said, "after you Mr. Poopy Pants."

Instead of going in though Tim pulled me away from the door and got this real serious look on his face and I got the feeling that playtime was now over and if I didn't shape up and tell him what he wanted to know that things might just get physical, which is the last thing I wanted just then.

"Josh, I am only going to ask this one more time, are you planning on reminding my dad about my punishment?" Tim said in a threating manner. Tim had actually shoved me up against the hallway wall. And I consider for a brief second of continuing the playful joke when I saw in his eyes that it would not be in my best interest to do so.

"Jeeze! Damn Tim, can't you take a joke?" I looked at him with disgust in my eyes. "Like I already said I am your friend! The last thing I want to do is get you in trouble, but if you really think I would do something like that to you, I guess you don't consider me a friend. I guess you probably like my diapers more than you like me!" At this I pulled myself away from the wall and his grip, I then flashed Tim a look of anger and walked into the Dining room.

As I entered the Dining room I couldn't help wonder if what I did was a mistake. I wasn't trying to break my friendship off with Tim; in fact I was testing our friendship. I knew that if Tim came through the door and hurried over to me and apologized, that He really truly wanted to remain friends. I also knew that if he came through the door but just ignored me and walked straight to the table, that he really didn't like me at all. So far though Tim had failed to come through the door at all, so I decided to wait. After a few minutes went by, I was really starting to get worried. I couldn't help thinking I was too tough on him and that I knew that Tim was a sensitive person. I gave Tim a couple more minutes and when he still didn't show up I decided enough was enough. I ran back out to the hall but Tim wasn't there.

Not sure exactly where Tim would have gone, I came up with two possibilities, one being that he went looking for Jacob and two being that he went back to our cabin. It only took me a couple seconds to realize where he went; I mean it was pretty simple when you thought about it. Tim was a boy and when a boy is upset and wants to cry, where can they do so? The answer is simple; they would if they could do so, only cry somewhere private where no one can see them. So right now where was the most private place for us on Titanic? Well there are probably lots of places that fit this description but this one we didn't have to look for. You see since everyone was at Dinner our cabin now was the most private place I could think of and the most likely place that Tim would have gone.

Must be that Tim ran all the way back to the room as I didn't see him in the hall on the way there myself. Sure enough when I opened our cabin door, Tim was lying in our bunk on his stomach and as I already assumed he was crying into his pillow.

"Tim..." I started to say but he interrupted me.

"What do you want?!" Tim asked as he lifted his head from his pillow and looked at me. I have to say this, with his snot running out of his nose down his lips, his face was one only a mother could kiss. "I thought you didn't like me no more!"

"Oh God Tim, I thought you didn't like me?"

"Why wouldn't I like you? You're like my only friend I have." Tim Admitted and I was shocked to hear.

"Are you saying you have no friends?" I asked him. I watched as he shook his head no.

"I have a couple guys that I sometimes hang around but let's face it; I am small for my age, I don't have the best looks, and I like weird things like diapers!" Tim cried softly. "The last real friend I had moved out west 5 years ago with his folks." Tim hiccupped and then used his arm to wipe off the snot running out his nose, over his lips and down his chin.

"I am sorry Tim, I really didn't know. I truly thought that I wasn't good enough to be your friend and that the only reason you were now was because you had no one else on the ship. I was afraid that once we got back to your place that you were going to drop me as a friend and I would be all alone, friendless." I tried to explain to Tim.

"I wouldn't do that too you Josh, I really do like you, but I guess I don't have a lot of practice making and keeping friends." Tim then crawled out of the bunk and ran over to me where he hugged me and begged me to be his friend still. "Josh, please be my friend still, I promise I will try and be a better friend."

By now I was crying as I hugged Tim, I didn't even care about the snot that was still running out of his nose and onto my shirt. We both promised each other that we still wanted to be friends and that we would do better at being better friends.

"Boy it is getting late; we probably missed most of Dinner." I announced. We both decided to wash our faces in wash basin and then run down to the dining hall before our parents call out the Royal Navy to find us.

Other than being real late to dinner, nothing much else happened that evening at dinner well that is except for 2 things. Mom had ordered my dinner so I at least had a meal to eat even if it was cold. Tim's father had done the same for Tim, but this wasn't one of the two things. The first thing that is worth noting was that Mr. Green was at dinner with his family. Now I would never say anything to him or his family, but Mr. Green looked worse than when I first met him. He still looked real sick and also seemed very tired. I couldn't help wonder if something was really wrong with Mr. Green other than some flyby thing. I decided that I should ask Tim later about Mr. Green, as he and his dad supposedly said that they traveled from America to England together. The other thing didn't happen at dinner but shortly afterward.

The Greens who were still worried about Mr. Green headed back to their cabin and my sister Jane joined them.

Both my dad and Tim's dad went off to join the other men smoking and playing cards. All that left was me, Tim, and my mom. So as we followed my mom towards the cabin I gave Tim a look and I was glad that he understood right away what I was trying to say.

"Umm, I just remember something; Dad wanted me to wait for him." Tim said to both me and my mom.

"Are you sure about that?" My mom asked Tim looking very skeptical.

"Yes ma'am" Tim said respectively to my mom. Of course as much as my mom wants to mother Tim like one of us, she does know that not only does Tim already have a mother, but also his father is on board, then again Tim's father has pretty much allowed mom to mother Tim, I think it is mainly due to a man who truly doesn't understand his son. Anyway Tim said he would see us later and took off back towards the room where our dads were at, smoking and playing cards.

So now it was just Mom and me and as I followed her into our cabin I shut the door behind us. I then walked over to the bunk that up until last night I was sharing with Tim and sat down and watched as Mom removed her make-up.

"Mom..." I started with a shaky voice. "...I was wondering can we talk?"

"Josh, please not now! I really do not want to talk right now." Mom insisted and I could still hear her anger at me in those words.

Hearing her so angry at me and not even giving me a chance to apologize was starting to affect me. I have always been a mama's boy even when I didn't want to admit it. I knew that deep down I loved the attention that my mother had been giving me but I was too afraid to admit it to myself. I guess I felt that at 12 I needed to show that I didn't need my mother, but I knew now that I did need her and somehow I needed to fix this. But if she wasn't going to let me what could I do!

"But... but..." I wasn't able to finish what I was saying because at that moment I broke down and started bawling.

I don't think Mom was buying it at first because she didn't immediately say anything or come over to me. It wasn't until she realized that I was truly crying that she became concerned and ran over and sat next to me and then pulled me to her and let me cry. She didn't say anything at first; she just hummed a reassuring tune and rubbed my back.

"Oh Josh, you are okay baby. It is alright just let out all those tears." Mom said soothingly to me once she stopped humming.

I finally managed to calm down somewhat, I was still crying but no longer to the point that I couldn't talk. "Mommy, I am so sorry!" and at that I started to cry heavily again.

Again Mom just continued to rub my back and talk softly to me. "Josh, I know you are sorry, I am also sorry. I know that you are no longer my little boy and I need to stop treating you like it."

At that I looked up into my mom's eyes and said through my tears, "but I will always be your little boy and I want to still be your little boy. I only said what I said because I am afraid that other people will think of me as a baby, but I don't care what other people think, I want to be your baby still." By now my crying was coming to an end, I still had tears leaking from my eyes but I was no longer sobbing. As I looked into my mom's eyes I noticed tears in her eyes as well. "Mommy did I do something to upset you and make you cry?" I asked worriedly.

"No Baby, you just made me happy is all." Mom smiled at me through her tears. "I also promise that in the future if you decided that you don't want me mothering you so much that I promise to take it better, is that okay Sweetie?"

"Okay Mommy, I will try not to hurt your feelings the next time." I said; I then buried my head back into my mother's bosom and wept.

We must have sat there for quite some time because the door opened and in came Tim and our Dads who seem to be pretty happy. It turned out that they won the card game and raked in a good amount of money.

I guess Dad was the first to notice, that is if you don't count Tim who didn't say anything. But anyway Dad was first notice me and Mom and when he could see that she had been crying he started sounding worried.

"Honey, is everything okay? Did Josh hurt himself again? Dad asked with worry.

Mom finally let go of me and allowed me to compose myself as stood up I saw Dad hand her his handkerchief which Mom used to dab at her eyes. "Don't worry Darling, Josh and I just had a mother and son moment, that is all." Mom reassured Dad.

Dad looked a little confused but decided to accept it and not ask any questions. Instead he and Uncle Josh regaled us with the tale of their card game. At some point during their tale I found myself happy and laughing at the antics of mine and Tim's dad. My tears were growing to a forgotten memory.

At some point, Tim told his dad and my parents about our ride on the elevator. Tim laughed as he told them how I reacted when the elevator started to move upwards. Everyone was laughing now, even surprisingly, myself. Looking back at it I knew I must have looked ridicules at that moment when I thought we were going to crash through the roof.

The rest of the evening we spent in the cabin as Uncle Josh and Tim told us about all the great inventions that were in America, things like Motion Pictures, and even now Talking Motion Pictures, just to name one. Before we all knew it Mom had announced it was bedtime for us boys.

"Okay boys, time to get ready for bed. I wonder now what is taking so long for Jane; she should be back by now." Mom said to no one in particular.

"Oh I am so sorry Honey, we bumped into her and the Green children and I agreed to allow her to stay with them again for the night. I figured it would be easier with Josh anyway." Dad explained to Mom.

"Well that explains that and it does make it easier." Mom announced. She then look towards Tim and I and noticed that neither of us had moved from the bed let alone started getting ready for bed. "Josh, come over here and lie down on my bed and I will get you ready for bed, Tim get your Pajamas on." Mom ordered.

I moved towards Mom's bed the minutes she told me to, but for some unknown reason Tim just continued to sit there like I bump on a log. When I asked him the next day why he didn't move when told, all he could tell me was, "I don't know!" Anyway like I said he continued to sit on his bed and not move. It wasn't until his father came over to him, pulled him to his feet, used one hand to pull down Tim's pants and drawers, and started spanking his bare butt! Tim was Howling and crying in pain by the time his father was done spanking his son.

"Do you think you can do what you are told from now on?!" Uncle Josh demanded an answer from his son. Tim still blubbering nodded his head yes but his Dad wasn't happy with that. "I want to hear you say it! Plus I want you to apologize to Mrs. Clemens." Uncle Josh commanded. Of course Uncle Josh meant my mom as our last name was Clemens.

I really felt sorry for Tim as he was spanked publicly in such an embarrassing way. Then I felt really bad as his father yelled at him and made him apologize. Once again Tim had to get his pajamas on and go potty and then straight to bed. He was not allowed to participate in the story Mom told me after she had me adequately diapered for the night and my pajamas on me. Tim ended up crying himself to sleep and I really wish I could say that things would be better when he awoke tomorrow morning but unfortunately, that would not be the case. But as for now he was asleep and Mom was trying her best to get me to sleep as well. She tried the story, which I liked but it didn't put me to sleep. She tried singing and she tried rubbing my belly and then changed to rubbing my back. Now don't get me wrong, it was making me tired, but there was just no way that I was going to allow myself to sleep.

"Josh, come on baby, you need to sleep." Mom pleaded with me.

"Mom, I can't, I just can't!" I cried.

Mom sighed and got out of bed, she of course had me sleeping with her again and I was definitely okay with that. In fact I was hoping that either my sister stayed sleeping over with the Greens or Mom makes her sleep with Dad or even Tim as I felt more protected being with Mom and there was no way I was going to give that up without a fight. Anyway I watched mom get up and go to the dresser where she dug into it until she found something and shut the drawer. Mom than got a glass and poured some water from a pitcher into it, then she brought it over to me.

"Honey, I want you to take this." Mom told me as she handed me a pill and the glass of water to wash it down with.

"What will it do?" I asked as I was afraid that it was meant to make me sleep. Of course that exactly what it was for. What I didn't know and figured out for myself was that at some point that day Mom got some sleeping medicine to help put me out and sleep. Anyway at the time I was pretty sure but not 100% positive that it was meant to put me to sleep.

There was no way that I wanted to take the medicine because of what I thought it was, but I also knew that I didn't want to upset Mom again so when she said, "it is to help you relax." I was about to comment but Mom stopped me. "Before you ask, you have no choice, I want you to take it and that is final, you got it mister?" And at that I decided to put up no argument, I took the medicine as I was told and Mom went back to work trying to sooth me to sleep.

I knew my Mom had plans with my Dad who was already out somewhere with Uncle Josh, but I was afraid and I really didn't want to be left alone. "Mommy?"

"Yes Baby."

"Mommy, I know you and Daddy have plans to do something tonight, but please..." At this I started to cry and hiccup. "...don't leave me. I am too afraid, what if I wake up and you're not here to protect me?" I asked as my crying increased.

"Shhhhhhhh, oh Baby, don't cry Mommy promises she won't leave you."

"You mean it; you will stay here with me all night and not leave if I fall asleep?" I asked through my tears which were starting to lesson now.

"Yes Josh, I will stay with you all night, I promise!" Mom said with her most sincere smile and promising voice.

At that promise I felt so much better. As I calmed down I couldn't help wondering how much it had to do with Mom's promise versus the sleeping pill I took. I will say this; I must have fallen asleep shortly after that as I don't remember anything at all, before the dream world took me. To be truthfully honest I am not even sure if Mom had kept her promise, for all I know, she could have taken the chance and left to see Dad anyway. To this day though I like to think that she had spent that whole night with me but deep down, I am sure she didn't. I guess though, I will never know for sure.

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Whiteness... Whiteness... Whiteness... Whiteness to the right of me! Whiteness to the left of me! Whiteness in front of me! Nothing but whiteness surrounded me. Everywhere I looked, all I saw was white for what appeared to be miles and miles. Not knowing what to do, I picked a point and started walking towards it with purpose and determination. I am not sure how long I walked, but far off in the distance I could scarcely make out an apparition. Still too far away, the apparition, of which I was sure was a person, was not able to hear me shouting! I kept walking faster and faster towards the apparition and as I drew to near enough, I started to recognize who it was. Again I shouted out, trying to get his attention. I supposed that he must have heard me because he waved his arms frantically in my direction. Like the blast of a starting pistol my heart exploded as I broke into a run, at that moment all I knew was that I wanted... no... I needed to be in Jacob's arms!

As I closed the gap between Jacob and myself the all-encompassing whiteness dissolved; replaced instead by the many dreary shades which made up the cargo hold of the Titanic, where Tim and I helped hide Jacob.

Heart racing and arms yearning to hold him, I continued to run towards Jacob. As I finally approached he held out his arms to me. Happily, I threw myself into his welcoming arms and embraced Jacob tightly. He squeezed me until I squeaked, "Help, you're squeezing the breath out of me!"

"I am sorry Josh..." Jacob giggled. "...I guess I don't always know my own strength."

After we ended the embrace I found myself staring at Jacob's full luscious light red lips. "Jacob, I was wondering if you would be upset, if I kissed those full lips of yours?" I grinned from ear to ear.

Jacob smiled at me and then answered me by leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine. Boy was it a kiss too. When I felt Jacob's lips press against mine an immeasurable electric jolt shot through my entire body causing my toes curled inside my shoes... uh... wait a minute... I am no longer wearing shoes; in fact I am no longer wearing anything other than my thick cloth diaper and rubber pants. When I looked down at Jacob's body, I find that he too was no longer wearing any clothes, not even a diaper; he was naked as the day he was born.

As I stared at myself and then stared back at Jacob, I heard a burst of laughter come from my naked friend.

"Oh you look so cute Josh, with the puzzled look of... `What the hell happened' ...on your face." He continued to giggle as I tried my best to figure out what just occurred. Knowing I was never going to be able to make any sense of this, I decided to just give myself to the moment and accept the reality of the situation.

"Oh shut-up and kiss me you fool!" I giggled and once again pressed my lips to Jacob's lips. Whoever it was that first discovered the wonderful pleasure of placing ones lips on the lips of another should be given the status of Saint! Since the origination of the first kiss in history, there has not been a more loving, more passionate, and more pure kiss than the one between the two of us right at that very moment! I felt a strong electric charge engulfing the two of us; and I swear I could hear static sparks exploding all around. Boy I wished right then that I could spend the rest of my life, kissing Jacob! I didn't want to stop but I had to of course come up for air.

As I broke our kiss I still felt as though we were connected by the electric force that seemed to be growing and filling the cargo bay. It was then that I noticed a large bed next to us that appeared out of nowhere. I don't know how the bed got there right then but I decided to not look a gift horse in the mouth and put it to use.

I looked deeply into his eyes, smiled a sinister smile which earned me a raised eyebrow from Jacob right before I shoved him backward onto the bed. The mattress yielded to his body with complaints from the bedsprings. He came to rest with his back all the way down to the back of his knees on the bed and the rest of his legs dangled over the side of the mattress. Placing my right knee on the mattress between his thighs I leaned down and once again started to kiss his beautiful lips. As I broke our lip lock again Jacob groaned his disapproval until he felt my lips nuzzling his neck and then his chest. He began to squirm as I took each of his nipples into my mouth and began to suck on them as though I were trying to draw his life force out through his chest. Once I had Jacob in a near catatonic state of euphoria I continued to explore every inch of his skin with my lips, making my way further and further down his body; with each kiss drawing my lips ever closer his boy toy.

As I was about to suck Jacobs noodle into my mouth, he stopped me. "Josh, maybe we should get you out of that first." He whispered and smiled as he pointed to my very obvious wet diaper.

Not waiting for me to respond, Jacob pushed me up and stood before me. "Josh please lay down and I will help you out of that `BABY' diaper." He laughed while putting plenty of emphasis on the word `baby'. I also noticed the playfully sinister way his eyebrows folded down to a point in the middle and the corners of his mouth curled up ever so slightly. His expression was ever so subtle, but it was there and I saw it!

Narrowing my eyes warningly I said, "Not funny!" and pouted but lowered myself to the bed like Jacob had asked.

Jacob's playfully sinister expression gave way to a joyful smile as he went to work removing my rubber pants and then, amazingly he with no trouble, removed all the pins holding my wet bulky cloth diaper on me. I remember feeling a chill of cold as he then removed the diaper off of my now wet, shriveled boy toy. He giggled with delight at seeing my withered state. Then Jacob picked up a cloth and dunked it into a basin of water which was sitting on a stand next to the bed. Again this stuff, like the bed, appeared from nowhere as it wasn't there just a second ago. As the warm cloth touched my skin, all chill left me and instead I felt my body sing out at his touch. After being sure to meticulously clean every inch the diaper had touched, and after being dried by a towel that appeared on the stand when Jacob needed it, we both were now able to lie down in bed together.

Lying there in bed, we talked about stuff that I can no longer remember exactly. All I know, was I found myself drinking in Jacob's naked beauty. Ever since I saw Jacob naked earlier that day, I had been finding myself thinking about nothing but him and his body. I did know one thing now, I had completely visualized Jacob's boyhood wrong. It was not huge; in fact, it was smaller than Tim's. It also was smooth and completely void of hair. I couldn't believe that his penis was pretty much the same as my own except his looked to be as sweet as honey. Don't get me wrong I wasn't disappointed in the size or lack of hair; in fact I loved it all the more.

As I laid there thinking more and more about his penis, I found myself wanting more and more to taste it, to suck it, to find out if he could shoot the white cream that Jasper had shot in my mouth. Without a word I lifted myself up and decided to lie with my head at the foot of the bed this way Jacob's boy toy was now near my mouth and my own was near Jacob's, today this would be called a 69.

Now lying with Jacob's quickly stiffening rod in my face I extended my tongue and tasted the smooth mushroom head. Jacob gasped at this touch and his penis twitched as though it had been jolted awake. Unable to control my desire I eagerly sucked his penis into my mouth like sucking on spaghetti noodles. With one slurp I had his entire penis in my mouth and my nose buried against his boy sack. I sucked and sucked on that boy toy, some might say that I sucked more than what an industrial vacuum cleaner does today. I heard Jacob start to gasp in the excitement of his impending orgasm. As I got him closer and closer his body started to tense then relax then tense again. When I had sucked him to the very precipice of an orgasm the tensing got more rapid and his breathing more labored until finally his whole body convulsed. I was disappointed though when unlike with Jasper, Jacob didn't shoot the white cream. However I did get to experience the amazing joy of feeling his engorged boy toy throbbing in my mouth as his hips thrust forward almost as though he were trying to get more of himself inside of my mouth.

As I continued to suck on Jacob's rapidly deflating penis, Jacob took my own into his mouth and I too gasped as he had done earlier. I closed my eyes as I felt him draw my boy toy into his warm, moist mouth.

As I felt this warm wetness engulf me something seemed to be weird about it, quickly I opened my eyes and I found myself in bed and my Mom gone.

"A dream? A dream? No not a dream! Why couldn't it have been real?!" I silently cried.

Rolling my head to the side I saw that Tim, who was the only other person in our cabin with me, appeared to be having a pleasurable dream of his own. Then again that could just be wishful thinking on my part. As I lay there mad at myself from waking from the one good dream I happen to have, I notice again the warm wetness I was feeling around my boy toy.

Then as I laid there wondering, it hit me like a three day old solid diaper to the face; I had wet my diaper. I reached down with a hand to discover that I not only wet my diaper, but I drenched it and knew it was in danger of leaking. I then thought about getting Mom to change it when it actually occurred to me that Mom broke her promise, she left me!

Her abandonment started to make me feel scared again and all I wanted was to be in her protective arms. Determined to find her I got out of bed and without even changing out of my night clothes, I left the room in search of my mother.

As I traversed the eerily deserted hallways, I couldn't help getting more and more scared. Little things like the way lights and shadows seemed disconcertingly altered. Or the way my footsteps seemed to echo endlessly through the deserted hallway.

"I knew it was late, but still shouldn't there be some people still up?" I thought.

Finding no one on the lower decks I decided to check up on top deck as that was the most practical location that they could be at, this time of night. Right before opening the door to the deck I noticed something else that put a chill through my body. There was no noise whatsoever! I mean, even a ship makes some noise but I heard nothing at all! Scared I opened the door and I was at first relieved to now hear voices and all kinds of noises coming from every direction.

The relief that I felt only seconds ago now caused my blood to run cold in my veins as I realized the noise I was hearing was the sounds of hundreds of people in panic!

"Mommmmmmmmmmmmmy!" I screamed as fear prickled through every inch of my skin! "Mooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyy, please!"

My fear had morphed into a full on panic. No one had to tell me why these multitudes of people were also panicking. I of course knew the answer already; Titanic had hit an iceberg and was sinking into the cold angry ocean! All I wanted was my mommy right then, but of course I couldn't find her anywhere.

I was now crying and scared so much that I couldn't help but stand there and drain my fears from my bladder into my diaper despite the fact that it was already past its maximum capacity. Even as my pee began to flow I could feel the diaper fail as warm wetness spreads in my pajama bottoms, soaking my frightfully cold legs. Then before I could even think about stopping it, I felt a strong cramping that forced me to bend over just as my bowels gave way. The next thing I knew was a large, warm, soft turd filled the confines of my diaper and spreading out over my entire backside. I could feel it pressing its way upward and down between my legs, covering my small boy sack in warm filth. Knowing that there is nothing I could do about it, I decide to shut out the screams which filled my ears much the way my bottom had filled my diaper and once again went in search of my mother.

Walking bowlegged and feeling the poop spreading more and more with each step I began to call out for my mother once more. "Mooooommmmyyy!"

"Where... Oh my GOD, please... Mommy!" I cried out as I pushed my way through the screaming throng of people around me. "Please..." I blubbered as a woman stopped in front of me. "...I want my mommy!" I pleaded the woman to help me. The woman whose face was twisted with fear looked down upon me for a second or two before pushing past me and running off, screaming out the names that I assumed was the names of her own family members. I continued to cry as I again was filled with feelings of being abandoned.

Now looking for anyone I could recognize, I search the faces of the people in the crowd. I was even willing to accept the Greens right then as I needed something to stem the overwhelming fear within me.

Suddenly I felt the ship start to dip lower at the bow and unbelievably the fear inside me magnified by a Bazillion! I noticed how everyone started to now rush to the back of the ship. All I could guess was fear, that the front of the ship would sink, drove them to do this. I am not sure why I had done it, maybe it was out of curiosity, but I looked down toward the bow. I had thought I was in fear before however, at that moment I realized everything before that was nothing compared to the crippling fear that was then creeping through my soul. When I saw that the front of the ship was indeed under water, I was suddenly paralyzed with that creeping fear!

"What... what am I going to do?" I had started to cry harder as I once again felt my bladder let go. I didn't even care that time when I had again felt my diaper leak into my pajama pants. "Mommy... Mommy... Mommy... Mommy!" I continued to blubber.

I then had a quick thought; maybe I should go back to the cabin and see if my parents hadn't gone back as well. Surprisingly I hadn't even thought about Tim at all, that is not until that moment. How could I have forgotten about my friend, who I had left alone, asleep in the room? As I started to turn to go back to the cabin, I once again remembered that the whole front of the ship was now under water. I had cried even more because I knew it was then too late, our cabin was now under water. I cried and cried; at that point I wasn't sure if any of my family or friends were even alive. Then another realization had hit me, I cried even harder as I knew that Jacob was dead!

I don't know if it was because of my certainty of Jacob's death or if it had been something else like my survivors instinct. All I knew was that something unfroze my body so I was now able to walk or run for that matter. I was still more afraid than ever, but I could move and my fear now empowered my legs forward!

With nowhere else to go, I ran for the back of the ship following the frightened throng. I was still crying and screaming for my mommy! As I ran the lights of the ship had flickered and a new fear enveloped me as I was scared that I would be, not only on a sinking ship out in the middle of the cold ocean, but I would also be in the last place I wanted to be at that time, in the dark! When the lights stayed on I was relieved. Then as I felt a little of the fear give, the lights aboard Titanic went out for good! As I was plunged into the darkness I started to holler my head off!

When the bow sunk lower into the water, the aft of the ship started to rise higher. People around me seemed to be in even more fear as they started to grab hold of things. Truthfully the fear around me was not helping my own. I mean there were adults screaming and crying like little kids. In my tears, I had continued in the dark towards the Aft in hopes of finding someone... anyone that I might have known!

I hadn't seen the man coming at all. I heard my name called out, called out loud enough for me to hear from a familiar sounding voice, but at the same time not familiar. Then the man, whose face I could not see grabbed me from behind just as I started to slip backwards from the rising ship.

"Let me go! Let me go!" I screamed at the man. "I want my Mommy and Daddy!"

The man, ignoring my demands, did not let me go like I demanded, instead he had yelled out something that I almost could recognize but with all the noise of panic around us I could not quite make it out.

I felt the Man run with me in his arms and I wasn't able to quite tell in the darkness but somehow I had known already. He was running towards the side of the ship. Before we jumped, I noticed something on the exposed part of his forearm. It was at first dark and hard to make out but then as if by magic, I started to see it clearer than ever before. It looked like a half moon, and that is when I realized it was a small scar. Then before I could do anything else or say anything, I heard the man shout out, "HANG ON!"

As we fall towards the water I started to scream, and believe it if you want to or not, but it was louder than I ever screamed before. Falling towards that cold angry ocean still screaming and crying, I just knew I was going to die and as things started to go darker yet, I noticed in this man's hands, once again the pipe that I bought for my dad and before I could even wonder how he got it, we hit the icy cold ocean water!

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