Two Thousand Miles In Diapers – Chapter One
Jeremy was a fifteen-year-old boy with a weak bladder. He was able to get to bathrooms easily enough during the day, but at night he had to wear diapers. Every night he would get several thick layers of cloth tightly pinned around his body and then wear big, bulky, noisy plastic pants over them. He wore no pajamas, just the shirt he had been wearing that day and his diapers. He didn’t like having his sixteen-year-old sister Jody see him every night in diapers, but he was used to it as was she, especially since they had to share the same bedroom in their small rental house.
As their mother often had to work long hours on the swing shift at the nearby diner, Jody often had to diaper him up every night. Their father put in long hours at his job, too and was rarely home to see the kids for more than a couple hours before they had to go to bed. Most of the time Jeremy was already in his diapers by the time his father came home.
Jeremy and Jody were both born and raised in suburban New York City. Jeremy was in the eight grade and his sister was in the ninth grade. When Jeremy got to school he dealt with many of the same problems the inner city kids faced in their schools. The bathroom was a dreadful place, for one thing. Kids would go in there to buy and sell drugs and cause trouble for the others who just needed to take a leak or a dump. Jeremy hated walking into the bathrooms, but he had to either use them or he would pee his pants.
Things changed for the worst for Jeremy one day when he went into the bathroom, desperately in need of a urinal, and was confronted by a group of sixth-grade boys. They had asked him to try taking some drugs, but Jeremy knew better and refused. When he showed his resistance, the boys wouldn’t let him leave the bathroom. He tried to escape their blockade, but the boys held him back. When Jeremy threatened to tattle on the bullies for their drugs and for harassing him they beat up on him. They punched him in the face, kicked him while he was lying on the floor, and they stole his lunch money for that entire week. His jacket and his shirt were torn. He was given a wedgie so hard that it ripped the waistband away from the seat of his underpants. By the time the episode was over his face was swollen and he had a black eye and a bloody nose. Tears streamed from his eyes as they diluted the crimson deposits of dried blood around his mouth.
The worst part of this tormenting was that he ended up wetting his pants. He had to wear them wet for the entire day. His classmates caused him unbearable humiliation as the crotch and legs of his pants were soaked in urine. He went home from school that day and came into his house crying. He humbly explained the situation to his sister Jody, who got home from school just before he did. His pants had dried by then and he didn’t tell her about the wetting.
“Just take a stand against them!” she said to her brother.
“They’re sixth graders, and they’re big and they carry knives!”
“Why don’t you tell the principal?”
“That’s why they beat me up, I was gonna tell on them!”
“Well, you can’t stay away from the bathrooms, not with your problems,” Jody said. “I’d hate to see you wet your pants in school.”
“Well, actually…” Jeremy started to tell her.
“You did, didn’t you?”
“Yes!” Jeremy said, burying his crying face into his hands.
“You may have to wear your diapers to school,” Jody replied bluntly.
“No! I won’t wear diapers to school!” Jeremy refused.
“What else are you going to do?”
“I dunno,” he said as he sat down in the chair and continued to cry.
“Why don’t you go change your pants?” Jody suggested. “That’ll make you feel better.”
When Jeremy went into his bedroom he stripped off his jeans and tried to locate one of the other pairs he had, but his mom had taken them to the Laundromat that day on her only day off that week. Jeremy was forced to sit around in his briefs until his mom returned.
Jeremy was too upset to explain what happened to him so Jody told their mom instead.
“He got beat up in the bathroom at school,” Jody explained. “So he wet his pants because he was afraid to go in there again.”
“Oh gosh!” his mom said.
“I’m sorry, mom!” Jeremy cried some more. “They’re gonna beat me up again! I just know they will! They tried to make me take drugs, and then I tried to get away from them and then they beat me up!”
“Can’t you go to the bathroom at another time?” his mom suggested.
“No! The teacher won’t let us leave class!”
“Well, just be careful when you go in. If you see anybody you don’t like, just leave and find another bathroom.”
“Those kids are all over the school, Mom! Everywhere you go, it’s drugs and guns and knives and…sniff…I hate it here! I wish we could move!”
“Well, we’re pretty much stuck here, I’m afraid. I hate it, too. I wish we never left Boise when your father and I got married,” their mom said. “Here’s your pants,” she said as she handed him a dry pair.
Jeremy could never again feel safe when going into a school bathroom after such a horrifying experience. He feared that the boys were going to attack him again, and just when he thought he had overcome his developing fear of the bathroom and returned, the same boys were in there. When Jeremy saw them he immediately retreated and fled as the boys began to chase him down the hall. His fears were renewed and they intensified to the point that Jeremy avoided restrooms completely. He was not allowed to go during class since students abused this time for trading drugs and engaging in other illicit activities that were all too common in the school.
Jeremy always needed to be near a bathroom and use it often during the day, lest he wet his pants. His fears prevented him from entering the dank, smelly, graffiti-laden and filthy restrooms. As a result, Jeremy’s weak bladder could not withstand having to hold urine for such a long time. He found out the hard way what happened when he didn’t get to the bathroom. He tried asking his teacher to make an exception for him and allow him to use the bathroom when no other students were present, but since students had used bathroom breaks during class for illicit activities, this was strictly forbidden in the school. He asked teachers to escort him into the bathroom during recess and lunch, but nobody would accommodate his request. The teachers already had their hands full maintaining order with the other students.
It was the third time that Jeremy came home from school with wet pants, even though precautions were taken by then to prevent the problem, mainly, limiting his intake of fluids, which worked to an extent. His Mom had already left to go to work. The father worked just as long of a shift at the factory. As usual, only Jody was there to greet Jeremy and deal with his problem.
“You did it again!” Jody exclaimed as Jeremy walked into the house bawling like a baby. “This is third time you’ve peed your pants at school!”
“I don’t know what to do!” Jeremy sobbed. “I can’t go in the bathroom anymore!”
“Either you have to overcome this fear or you’ll have to start wearing diapers to school, too!”
“No!” Jeremy screamed.
“Fine! Wet your pants in school! I don’t know what else I can do to help!” Jody hollered in frustration. “You know, you don’t have to wear the same diapers to school as you wear to bed. I know your pants would never fit over those. I’ll pick up some Goodnites at the store and you can start wearing those.”
Jeremy hesitated and thought for a moment. He remembered seeing Goodnites advertised on TV. They were supposed to be discreet, look like real underwear and they “virtually disappeared under pajamas.” He decided this would be better than wetting his pants in school.
He went with Jody to the store to buy groceries. While they were there they went down the diaper aisle and located the Goodnites. Jody picked up a package and handed it to Jeremy. Jeremy looked around him, hoping that nobody was watching. He quickly glanced over the package and then threw it in the cart so it would blend in with the cart’s other contents.
“Well, do you think they’ll work for you?” Jody asked.
“I think so,” Jeremy answered quietly.
After they returned home Jody pulled the Goodnites out of the bag and tossed the package to Jeremy.
“Here, why don’t you try one now?” Jody suggested.
“Now?” Jeremy asked.
“Might as well find out how they’re going to work before you go to school.”
Jeremy went back into this bedroom and exchanged his underwear for one of the Goodnites. He pulled one of the garments out of the pack and slipped one of them on, just like it was a pair of underpants. He then pulled his jeans up over them. When he went back out to the front room Jody told him to remove his pants.
“Why?” Jeremy asked.
“I want to be able to see if they leak on you. Besides, how many times have I seen you in your cloth diapers– like every night?”
Jeremy blushed as he took his pants off and strutted around in his Goodnites. Jody then gave him a large glass of water to drink so the test of the Goodnites could be expedited. Jeremy sipped the water down and then went about his usual activities of watching cartoons and reading books.
It wasn’t too long before Jeremy felt that he needed to go to the bathroom. He started to go into the bathroom, but Jody told him he needed to pee in his Goodnites to see how they worked. She told him to try holding it until he couldn’t hold it any longer since this was what he would probably do in class. Jeremy sat back down and waited for the pressure to increase in his system. When it reached an uncomfortable level he released the flow into the Goodnites. They soaked up the urine and the chair beneath him remained dry. Jody looked closely at his crotch and told him to open his legs so she could check his Goodnites. She ran her hand over the front of the garment and unintentionally detected an erection underneath. She pulled away, knowing that he was embarrassed for having her feel it.
“Feels dry. See how much more it can take.”
“I want to change now,” he said.
“And where are you going to change at school? The bathroom? Sort of defeats the purpose of wearing them, and you won’t go in there anymore.”
A couple hours later Jeremy needed to pee again. This time the Goodnites leaked urine out of them and they became too saturated to take any more wetting.
“As long as you don’t drink a lot, I think you can make it through a school day,” Jody said. “Maybe,” she said to herself as if to be having doubts that they would hold up for an entire day.
By then it was about 8:00 at night, which was when Jeremy was usually put into his nighttime diapers. They were much thicker than his Goodnites, especially since Jody always put several layers on him.
When the morning came Jeremy was taken out of his soaked diapers by his Mom. She noticed the opened package of Goodnites sitting on top of his dresser and asked where they came from.
“We got them at the store yesterday,” Jeremy said. “Jody said I should try wearing them to school.”
“Okay,” his mom agreed. “I suppose that’s better than coming home in wet pants.” She put away the briefs she was about to give Jeremy and handed him one of the Goodnites instead. He slipped them on and went off to school, feeling somewhat confident now that he would make it through the day without getting his pants wet.
In spite of having some protection underneath his pants, Jeremy’s classmates still teased him about his recent wetting episodes. He felt nervous when he felt the first signs of needing to pee building in his bladder. When the bell rang for recess that morning he walked out to the playground and went to a corner where he stood and let the wetness pour into his Goodnites. He looked around to see if anyone was nearby, and upon confirmation that he was alone he unzipped his pants and examined the garment. It was dry on the outside and it looked like it was holding up for the first wetting. The only thing that concerned Jeremy now was that it was only 10:00 in the morning and he had another five hours to go. He wasn’t sure his Goodnites could last that long.
At around lunchtime Jeremy was faced with having to pee again. He thought about going into the bathroom, but when he approached the door he felt himself tremble and shake, recalling what happened just a few days ago. He couldn’t go in there, especially since he could hear several other boys making a ruckus. He walked back outside and returned to his corner on the playground where some third grade girls were playing. He slowly let the stream out of his body, but the Goodnites reached a saturation point and they began to leak. A smaller, but noticeable spot appeared on the front of his jeans, enough to draw the attention of the girls. They giggled and pointed at Jeremy as he walked away crying. Everyone taunted Jeremy, who felt that there was no hope for him but to get some bigger pants and wear his night diapers to school.
Jody proposed another solution. She had Jeremy try wearing a few extra pairs of underpants over his Goodnites so that they could absorb any leakage. This arrangement would make things thicker underneath his pants and more diaper- like, and the added bulk would show. He was able to get five pairs of underwear on over his Goodnites before his pants could no longer fit. Jody made Jeremy go around without his pants again so she could see how effective this method would be. Just like she did before, Jody gave him extra “doses” of water, giving him more this time. After two good wettings, the Goodnites were wet and they soaked through into the briefs, though they helped to absorb what would have otherwise gone into Jeremy’s pants had he been wearing them.
Jody decided to see what could happen if Jeremy wet into them a third time. In the middle of dinner Jeremy looked at her and said, “oh, oh,”
“What? You need to go again? Then go!”
“No, I need to go the other way,” Jeremy said quietly.
“You need to poop?”
Jeremy nodded his head.
“Well, just let it go. You poop in your diapers, too, and this will let us see how well Goodnites work for Number Two.”
Jeremy slowly released his stools and they smeared into the seat of his Goodnites. He felt the sticky glob spreading all over his backside. The smell wafted into the air and didn’t blend well with the eating atmosphere. Jeremy then finished his meal and went into the bathroom to clean up and take a bath. When he took his underpants and his Goodnites off he noted how his bowel movement covered the entire back half of the Goodnites and spilled out into his briefs, though the legs and above the waist. He got the stinky mess cleaned off of him before he jumped into the bathtub. Several small fragments of fecal matter were floating around in the bath water by the time he was finished.
He left the bathroom and walked through the house naked as he carried the soiled pair of Goodnites to the trash. He pulled them out of the set of underpants that were still bunched together from taking them off at the same time. Jody asked him how they did and Jeremy said, “they didn’t.” Jody looked inside his underwear and saw the spillage near the leg openings and the waist. The stool residue was thin and runny-looking, an indication that Jeremy was getting diarrhea again, so she diapered her brother extra thickly tonight.
The next morning came and Jeremy’s mom faced the unpleasant task of changing his diarrhea-filled diapers. Because he had his diapers on so thick his mom didn’t even know he had diarrhea until she got to the inner layers of his diapers. Things were running behind schedule and Jeremy had to hurry with getting himself cleaned up again before going to school. When he got dressed he put on a pair of Goodnites and five clean pairs of underwear. He barely got his pants over his underwear and the waistbands showed two inches above his pants. Three waistbands were exposed in the rear. His pants bulged out enough that a casual observer could see that he had more padding underneath, and those who did notice laughed at him. Some thought he was wearing diapers, but when they saw that he just had several pairs of briefs on– not knowing a pair of Goodnites was farther down inside– they ridiculed him for wearing his underwear in this fashion. The extra pairs helped to absorb what the Goodnites alone didn’t catch, but it wasn’t enough to keep his pants from getting wet.
The only thing left to do, short of Jeremy wearing larger pants to fit over his diapers, was for him to wear his plastic pants over the Goodnites and extra pairs of underwear. Jody had him try his plastic pants on, but without the huge bulk of his diapers, only a large pillow of air surrounded Jeremy’s body with the tight waistband and leg bands holding it inside. The plastic pants went up far too high on his body to be worn comfortably with the waistband running just below the nipples on his chest, and they were too noisy to walk around in. They would also be a big distraction in the classroom. Jody thought of one other option, stuffing a couple more pairs of folded briefs inside of the Goodnites to serve as doublers. Jeremy didn’t really care anymore what he had to wear to school since everyone knew he was a pantswetter. This was proven to be the most effective way to deal with Jeremy’s wetting problem, and while his pants remained dry throughout the school day, it created even more laundry.
Jeremy’s mom continued to buy Goodnites for him to wear to school, but she hoped he would overcome his fear of the bathrooms there. She told him that with the money she had been spending on Goodnites she could have just as easily bought a bigger pair of pants and made Jeremy wear his regular diapers all day. If it weren’t for the fact that school was about to get out for the summer, she would have started sending Jeremy to school in his enormous cloth diapers. She did inform him, however, that this would be the case upon returning to school next fall if he wasn’t going to use the restrooms at school. Jeremy didn’t foresee any hope of his situation ever changing. He was only in the fourth grade and he still had eight years to go.
The End of Two Thousand Miles In Diapers – Chapter One
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