Two Thousand Miles In Diapers – Chapter Three
Jeremy woke up again as the light of dawn brushed across his face. He had wet his diapers some more while he was asleep. Clad in wet, sticky diapers and a shirt, Jeremy felt cold and tried to find a blanket in the back of the car. His neck was stiff and sore from sleeping in such an awkward position. His diapers hadn’t been changed since late yesterday afternoon and they were becoming saturated. He wanted someone to change him but everyone was still asleep. He sat up and looked around the rest area. How he wish he knew where he was and how much farther it was to Boise.
The father woke up and looked around the car. He saw that Jeremy was sitting awake and trying to make himself feel warm. He said, “your mama must’ve got too tired and stopped. You know where we are?”
“I dunno, dad,” Jeremy said. “I wanna go home!”
“Right now, son, this car *is* home.”
Eventually the others had awakened. Jody looked at Jeremy and saw that his wet diapers were in need of a change. The smell of his stale urine and feces indicated he was long overdue.
“I think Jeremy needs a diaper change,” Jody said as she observed the foul odor.
“Take him over to the bathroom,” her mom said. “You know where his diapers are. I’ll get some food ready and we’ll have breakfast before we go again.”
Jody reached for the box that contained Jeremy’s diapers and grabbed several of them. She then told Jeremy to get out of the car. Jeremy didn’t want to walk around in diapers where others in the rest area could see him, but he knew he would never get changed out of his smelly diapers otherwise.
“I think I’ll be okay without diapers,” Jeremy said, hoping he wouldn’t have to wear them for the rest of the trip. The rest of the family agreed unanimously that he still needed to wear them. Jody then led him up to the small building where the restrooms were housed and took him into the women’s restroom.
“I can’t go in there!” Jeremy yelled as he stopped and resisted entering.
“Look, Jeremy, moms take their kids in the women’s room to change them all the time, whether they’re boys or girls. Besides, we’ll do it in a stall.”
Jeremy reluctantly followed his sister into the restroom and he felt lucky that nobody else was in there. Jody and him went into one of the stalls where she changed his diapers. She laid him down on the cold concrete floor and pulled away his plastic pants. She released the pins and pulled away the saturated diapers. She took them off and winced at the strong stench that polluted the air around them. Jeremy lay on the floor naked while Jody shook the excess fecal contents of his diapers into the toilet. She then used toilet paper to wipe up his poopy bottom. She wasn’t used to dealing with messy diapers and the sight and smell of Jeremy’s stinky shit disgusted her.
Jody realized she had forgotten to bring the powder with her. She told Jeremy to stay put and she would be right back, as if Jeremy intended to go anyplace outside of the stall in the women’s restroom with nothing to wear. Jody hadn’t left him for more than a couple minutes, but to Jeremy she seemed to take forever. He felt so uncomfortable in the stall alone in the middle of a diaper change. He heard some other people enter the restroom while he lay there. He saw someone enter the stall next to him and could only see her feet as she sat on the toilet. He stood up so the occupant in the next stall wouldn’t see him lying there. He was so glad to see Jody come back. She told him to lie down again so she could powder him and diaper him. The girl in the next stall giggled when she must have looked down and saw that there was an older boy in the adjacent stall getting his diapers changed.
Jeremy looked at the thick stack of diapers and he didn’t think Jody would really try to put them all on him, but he soon found out that this was just what Jody had in mind as she slid the thick pile underneath his bum.
“I think you’ll need to be diapered more heavily so you can go longer without having to be changed,” Jody commented as she sensed her brother’s disagreement with having to wear so many diapers at once.
Jeremy agreed that the soft, warm diapers felt a lot better than the cold concrete, and they were dry, too– for now. Jody used the same pins that were used on the other diapers and fastened them up, assuring they would keep his diapers tight. She also used the same plastic pants, which this time were a struggle for Jody to get them over Jeremy’s bulging quadruple diapers. She managed to get the white, fluffy cloth material stuffed beneath the tight waistband of the plastic pants. She then sent him out of the restroom and told him she would be right out.
“Aren’t you going back to the car with me?” Jeremy whined as he stood outside the restroom door in plain view of a lady and her daughter as they were about to enter.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” Jody said. “Here, take your dirty diapers back with you.”
Jeremy felt so ashamed to let everyone see him in diapers. He decided to sit outside and wait for his sister rather than walk back to the car alone. Meanwhile he observed a man entering the restroom with a boy he presumed was the man’s son, about the same age as Jeremy. His dad was carrying a large, thick disposable diaper. The boy’s shorts bulged out and they crinkled as he walked alongside his dad. At least Jeremy knew he wasn’t the only one wearing diapers, though he still felt little consolation for the situation he was in. As he sat there he tried to hide his thickly diapered crotch from view as a couple of younger girls came up to the restroom door, but he could not close his legs. The girls looked at him strangely and saw the pile of soiled diapers next to him.
Jody finally exited from the restroom and led her brother back to the car. By then their mom had gotten out some food, which wasn’t a typical breakfast, but it was something to eat before making the remaining long drive ahead.
Jeremy placed his dirty, wet diapers into a plastic grocery bag, which was then put inside of two other bags to keep the odors from stinking up the car. Before Jeremy could eat he was sent back to the bathroom to wash his hands since he had been handling his soiled diapers. He decided to follow his dad as he went to use the bathroom. The other man and his son were still in there and when they left, the boy didn’t have his shorts on, just the thick disposable diaper.
“See?” Jeremy’s dad said to him. “Now you can finally stop saying you’re the only one your age in diapers!”
It was about 9:00 A.M. before they got moving again. Jeremy was heavily diapered and ready for a day’s worth of wetting and messing his enormous diapers without needing any changes for awhile. The father took over the driving and the mother resumed her rest as she was still feeling tired from last night’s driving. The patchwork of farms and fields passed by as they made their way across the rest of Illinois and into Iowa where the next fuel stop occurred near Iowa City. Everyone except Jeremy piled out of the car and headed for the bathroom during the stop. Jeremy had peed his diapers by then and he expected to wet them a lot more before the four thick layers bundled around him would become soaked enough to require a diaper change. The hot afternoon sun was beating down as they traveled through the monotonous stretches of fields. Jeremy was drinking plenty of pop to hold back his thirst and was consequently peeing it back out of his body into his diapers. He wanted to be changed again at the next fuel stop just before entering Council Bluffs. He tried to force out a bowel movement so he could get changed sooner, but only a small deposit of poop squirted into his diapers. It felt gooey and paste-like beneath his diapers and added to his discomfort of being wedged between the car door and his wide-hipped sister.
The intense summer heat didn’t help matters for Jeremy nor the others. Everyone felt hot, sweaty, tired and cranky after being on the road for two solid days. They were just past the halfway point as they passed through Omaha, Nebraska. There was very little change in scenery as they had passed from state to state. The long, monotonous driving was beginning to wear on everyone’s nerves and the car itself was beginning to buckle under the strain of the heat and overheated on the freeway. The father, who was already feeling irritable as it was, cursed and hollered at the car. They waited for the engine to cool down before resuming their drive through Nebraska.
After they got the car moving again they stopped for another fueling and bathroom break (except for Jeremy) and continued down the road. Jeremy hoped he could get his diapers changed this time, but Jody didn’t think he needed one yet.
“I did diaper you up heavily for a reason, you know” his sister said as she patted his rear end.
Soon after they left the gas station Jeremy needed to poop his diapers again. This time he had a much larger load to release. He tried not to make it seem so obvious that he was dumping into his diapers with Jody sitting so close to him. He sat back in the seat and scooted his rear end forward. He pushed his knee into Jody’s chest and kept his legs even more widely spread apart than they had been from the enormous, bulky diapers. He told Jody that he was trying to recline and get more comfortable, but she knew he was pooping into his diapers, especially when he let out a loud, wet fart, though muted beneath the cotton bunched up between his legs. The air in the car reeked of Jeremy’s bowel movement. Jody knew that beneath the wide, thick strips of white cotton sheathed in plastic pants over Jeremy’s crotch and rear end was a big, smelly mess that she would have to eventually clean up.
They were in central Nebraska as the sun began to set on their second day of travel. The car had been running erratically since the last time they stopped because of overheating and now it was doing the same thing again. The father pulled the car off the road and they waited it out until the car was cooled down enough to drive. It was getting late in the evening and Jeremy wanted his diapers changed before the night set in. The messy poop and the wet fabric that encircled his body irritated his skin and created a big rash all throughout his crotch. He asked Jody to change him.
“Here? Where? On the side of the road?”
“You can change him up here in the front seat, Jody, and I’ll get out and wait for you,” her mom offered.
“No, let’s get going!” the father grumbled. “We’ve lost enough time as it is waiting for this damn thing to cool off!”
“Oh, come on, dear,” his wife said. “Your folks will understand if we’re delayed. I’m sure they know you’re coming.”
“It doesn’t mean I want to keep having to stop all the time! First, it was Jeremy, and now this car overheating!”
“Honey, please,” she said to pacify her husband. “There’s a rest area thirty miles from here. Let’s try to go that far and see how the car is running then.”
“What about my diaper change?” Jeremy whined.
“Jody will change you when we get to the rest area,” his mom answered.
The father started the car and drove it slowly along the shoulder of the Interstate highway to keep the engine temperature down. This forced Jeremy to wait even longer than he expected to get his stinky, sticky diapers taken off. He looked forward to seeing the next rest area and counted the mileage signs along the highway as they slowly passed by. At a rate of 35 miles per hour they had driven about 20 miles without any problems. Suddenly a red light glowed on the dashboard and indicated the car was overheated once again in spite of the precautions that were taken to keep the car running. They were stuck in the dark.
Jeremy didn’t think he would ever get his diapers changed. Jody was growing tired of listening to her brother whine about his diapers and she figured she had better do something about it just to shut him up. The dome light inside the car didn’t work and the only flashlight they had with them was too dim. The dashboard offered only a little bit of light for Jody to change Jeremy’s diapers. She could have laid him in front of the car on the pavement to change him in the car’s headlights, but this was obviously too dangerous with cars and trucks whizzing by at 70 to 80 miles per hour, not to mention that this would have been highly awkward to Jeremy.
“Then you’ll have to wait until morning unless we get to the rest area,” Jody said.
“I don’t think we will make it tonight,” her mom sighed.
“So, we’ll just camp out here on the freeway?” Jody asked.
“We can’t keep driving it like this until we get the problem fixed,” her mom replied.
“Good luck finding a mechanic out here!” the father grumbled as he tried to start the stubborn car. “Let’s see if we can make it to the next town and have it looked at.”
“He’ll charge you a bundle. It probably needs anti- freeze! We can pick some up at a store tomorrow.”
“I’ll try to get us to the next exit,” the father said. “Anyplace but here!”
The car got started up yet again and the father drove it at 25 miles per hour on the shoulder, hoping this would be slow enough to keep the car from overheating. They managed to make it to the next exit, which Jeremy thought he would never see. He hoped for a town or at least some place that provided enough light for Jody to change his diapers, but the road ahead of them was pitch black and it appeared to be seldom traveled. They drove for about a quarter mile off the Interstate and stopped the car for the rest of the night. The present circumstances forced Jeremy to spend the night in his heavily peed and pooped diapers. He didn’t think he would ever get any sleep in such conditions but he still nodded off and rested his head against his sleeping sister’s shoulder.
DAY 3
The light of the next day’s sunrise revealed that a small town was located just up the road. Before they got moving Jeremy got his ripe-smelling diapers changed. The mother got out and looked under the hood with the father to determine that the anti-freeze was out. Jeremy lay down in the front seat and Jody stood before him with the passenger’s side car door open to perform his diaper change. When she was finished she threw the soaking, crap-laden diapers in the plastic grocery bags with the other soiled diapers that had been sitting in the back of the car since yesterday morning. The stench quickly spread throughout the car. For the first time in nearly twenty-four hours Jeremy enjoyed the wonderful feeling of clean, dry diapers. Jody thought that Jeremy could have gone longer in the diapers since he was wearing four of them and each of the diapers was thick enough by itself. Seeing that four diapers lasted so long, she pinned him back into another set of four diapers and hoped that she wouldn’t have to perform this unsavory task for awhile.
They drove the car into the town and tried to locate a place that might sell anti-freeze. The only place that appeared to offer any hope was a dirty, weeded lot with a cinder block building along with several rusty cars and other assorted junk littering the property. It wasn’t a welcoming atmosphere, but they were desperate and it was worth a shot to the weary, traveling family.
When they pulled in a rough-looking man in his late twenties wearing greasy overalls and a greasy cap came out and greeted them.
“Mornin’ folks!” he said as he removed the cigarette from his mouth. “What’s the problem?”
“Well,” the dad started, “we just need some anti-freeze for our car, and we were hoping you might have some.”
“Pop the hood,” the man said tersely.
Everybody in the car just stared at tall, dirty man. He smelled bad, both of motor oil and poor hygiene. He exhibited a bad attitude towards out-of- towners who came to his shop. He shook his head as he was supposedly checking over the engine.
“I don’t trust this guy,” the mother said. “Let’s leave!”
“Give him a chance, dear,” her husband said back. “We need to get the car running again!”
“Well, shit!” the man exclaimed. “Don’t you folks know nothin’ about keepin’ a car runnin’ right? You ain’t got no oil! You ain’t got no antifreeze neither!”
“That’s what we told you in the first place!” the father said, getting impatient. “What are you doing? What do we need? Oil, too?”
The man gave the engine another once-over and then turned to the father. He said, “what you need is a good lesson in car maintenance! I ain’t never seen nothin’ like this! I could spend all day on this one!”
“You don’t treat your customers well, do you?” the father complained to the man.
“You guys is from out of town, New York, I see,” the man said as he looked at their car’s license plate.
“Yeah, so? We’re still your customer!”
“How the hell you made it this far, I’d sure like to know!”
“We’re headed to Idaho,” the mother said. The man was making her nervous.
“In a piece of shit like this?” the man remarked incredulously. “Good luck!”
“What does your competition think of your attitude?” the father asked the surly man.
“Competition? Ain’t got none in this town. Too damn small.”
“Well, who else works on cars here?” the father asked impatiently.
“Gotta go the next town, but I doubt you is gonna make it there!
The man then looked at the two kids sitting in the back seat. Jeremy felt intimidated as he approached the opened car window and looked in. He placed his greasy hand on the back door and looked at the boy sitting there with his big diapers covering his stomach.
“Ain’t your boy a bit old for diapers?” the man asked Jeremy’s dad.
“Why does it matter to you?” he replied.
“Dunno, ain’t never seen a kid his age in diapers!”
“Well, now you have! Listen, just drop the hood and get us some anti- freeze! That’s all we want!”
“Sure, but you gotta pay first!” the man said.
“Fine!” the father sighed with exasperation. “How much do I owe you?”
“Fifty bucks,” the man answered immediately. His dirty palm was outstretched to prompt the expected payment.
“Excuse me? Fifty bucks for anti-freeze?” the father protested.
“I looked under your hood,” the man answered. “I charge fifty bucks for that!” The man was obviously trying to take advantage of the family for being out-of-towners and also being desperate. He repeated his demand for the money and snapped his fingers. “You owe me fifty bucks!”
“Like hell I do!” the father yelled at the man. He started the engine, threw the car into reverse gear, hit the gas pedal and sprayed gravel with the spinning tires as he rapidly accelerated out of the lot. The hood was still propped up, but it came back down as they hit a bump and knocked the rod holding it up out of place.
Once they were out of town they went back to the Interstate highway and drove along the shoulder at 25 miles per hour. The pace was slow-going, but they managed to keep their car running long enough to make it to the town of North Platte, Nebraska, where they located one of those quick oil change centers. They pulled in and explained their situation. “Just go ahead and leave it right here with the keys,” said the clean-cut gentleman.
“We have a waiting room with free coffee and donuts if you like,” he offered in a friendly voice. “We’ll get you going as soon as we can, but it’ll be awhile; we’re really backed up today.”
The kids climbed out of the car and walked to the waiting room. Jeremy was afraid to leave the car in just his diapers, but he couldn’t just sit there. His mom made him leave the car and join the others in the waiting room.
“Mom! I’m in diapers!” Jeremy cried.
“Well, I can’t really change you out of them now! Now come on, nobody here even knows you!”
She ended up taking Jeremy by his wrists and forcibly dragging him across the lot, walking him past several mechanics who were on duty. They stared momentarily at the diapered boy, but then went back to their job duties. Jeremy was crying over such embarrassment. He looked at the other people who were in the waiting room. Across from Jeremy and his family sat a lady who was probably in her fifties. She looked up from her magazine and never went back to minding her own business. She gazed at Jeremy and then at the rest of the family. She then asked Jeremy’s Mom, “Is there any reason you make your boy go around in diapers like that?” The tone of her voice rang out in disapproval.
“If you must know,” Jeremy’s mom answered, “we’re traveling and he can’t make it between gas stations without wetting his pants!”
Jeremy buried his head between his legs, pretending not to be paying any attention as his mom and the other lady argued about having Jeremy wear diapers in the first place, much less making him wear them alone in public.
“Look at him! He’s humiliated!” the lady said feeling some compassion for Jeremy.
“Mind your own business!” Jeremy’s mom shouted back.
The time ticked by slowly. It had only been twenty minutes. Jeremy needed to go to the bathroom. He stopped reading the children’s magazine that he was looking at and looked around in the waiting room. He felt like every person had their eyes on him, seeing his diapers bulging out from underneath him. He wet in them out of nervousness, adding to the wetness he had already peed into them. How he wished he was in the car where nobody but his family had to see him wearing diapers.
The wait lasted about forty-five minutes, but to Jeremy it seemed like an eternity. His diapers had been wet since they arrived at the car repair shop, but he knew that they would have to last him for the rest of the day ahead of him. Jody checked him and told him, “you have lots more diaper to wet still.” She then sharply snapped the tight elastic waistband of his plastic pants over his stomach.
It was approaching noon by the time the car was serviced and ready to go. Jeremy felt so glad to get out of that waiting room with everyone seeing him in diapers. The sanctity and privacy in the car only lasted briefly for Jeremy. They stopped at a park to eat the last of the food for lunch before returning to the freeway. Jeremy didn’t want to get out and have everyone staring at him again. As luck would have it, there was a girls’ soccer team at the park and they were returning to their van as Jody escorted her brother to the picnic tables which were about a hundred feet from the car. The team of girls, most of them Jeremy’s age, stared at him as they walked by. He heard them giggling and talking about him, hearing the word “diaper” repeatedly throughout their clamorous laughter. Jody jokingly offered to change his diapers, but she knew he wouldn’t want her to do this with several girls looking at him. Given a choice, Jeremy decided that he could take several more hours of wearing wet diapers that would only get wetter and also pooped in by the time the day was over.
At least the rest of the trip ahead of them looked promising. They were back on the freeway, traveling full speed ahead, all the way to the Nebraska- Wyoming border. After getting the car serviced, everyone felt that their troubles were behind them. Boise was only 750 miles or so away and getting closer with each mile. After having passed into the next time zone it was about 4:00 in the afternoon by the time they reached Cheyenne where the fuel tank was filled and bladders and bowels were emptied, even Jeremy’s– into his diapers, forcing him to sit in his shit-filled diapers for the next few hours before he would finally get a diaper change. He endured the wet, messy feeling that surrounded his bum as he unloaded more of the stinky, runny poop into his diapers. He had come down with diarrhea again and his diapers were quickly filling up. Each movement he passed was accompanied by wet farts that bubbled around in the heavily soiled seat of his thick diapers. A constant stench lingered in the car, even with the windows open. The next expected fuel stop was over 150 miles away, and they were making good time now, so the father refused to stop in spite of knowing that Jeremy badly needed his diapers changed. By the time they were in need of gas they had reached a very remote, isolated section of Wyoming where towns were few and far between. The only gas station they found was closed until the next morning and there was no way they would ever make it any farther. Once again their travel was halted as they found a place to stop the car for the night.
Jeremy couldn’t wait to get his diapers changed. Jody had fallen asleep so his mom changed his diapers instead. With what little daylight there was left, she changed him on the ground outside of the car. The gravel surface beneath Jeremy cut into his back and his neck. Jeremy felt so embarrassed to present such a soiled set of diapers to his mom as she released the tight pins. Just as she was about to pull the poop-plastered diapers away from him he released another squirt of poop onto them.
His mom rummaged through the back seat of the car and located the box that contained Jeremy’s diapers and pulled out a very thick stack. In the dim light of the setting sun behind the mountains, he looked at the pile of white fabric contrasting against the dark ground. His mom wiped up his bottom and then proceeded to diaper him. She layered every diaper on Jeremy until they were so thick that his legs were bowed apart when he stood up. His plastic pants could barely fit over the massive bunch. His diapers were put on in such a fashion that every other one was alternated so that one covered him higher in the rear and the other covered up more of his front, engulfing so much of his body that his diapers came to a stop above his elbows. His mom explained that this would give him more coverage in the rear to contain his diarrhea.
After Jeremy climbed back into the car he tried to sleep, but his diapers forced him to keep his legs apart. After attempting several sleeping positions he finally lay his head down on Jody’s lap and put one leg up on the seat behind him and the other in between the two front seats. He still couldn’t sleep as he continued to load his diapers with what remained of his diarrhea before the condition subsided. He scooted his bum on the seat and felt the mess pressing up against his rear end. His body heat kept the gooey, sticking sensation warm and moist underneath the thickest set of diapers he could ever remember wearing.
The End of Two Thousand Miles In Diapers – Chapter Three.
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