Two Thousand Miles In Diapers – Chapter Two
Jeremy was so excited to hear the big news one hot July Afternoon. In the midst of his prospects of possibly attending school next year in his thick cloth diapers, he found out that he and his family were going to be moving. He didn’t know where they were going, but he looked forward to leaving the city and the school where he carried the indelible reputation of being a pants-pisser.
The decision to move was prompted by a letter that the father received from his own parents back in Boise, Idaho. Both of Jeremy’s parents had grown up in Boise and they moved to New York fifteen years ago when they got married. They both had come from dysfunctional families. The father never got along with his family and they didn’t agree with his decision to get married, so he eloped with his girlfriend, now his wife.
The father suffered an abusive childhood. He was a bedwetter until age seven. Whenever he wet the bed he was spanked and brutally beaten and then put into diapers. This was just one of several issues that built up such a great resentment that the father decided to get married as soon as he could so he could get away from his parents. The day he turned eighteen he dropped out of school, eloped and took off for New York City with his wife-to-be.
The mom’s childhood wasn’t much better. Her own mother was a single parent until she got married. Her mother later died in a car accident when she was sixteen and was forced to spend two years in the custody of her stepfather, who she highly detested. He was drunk all the time and didn’t give a damn about her well-being. She was only seventeen when she moved out and fled with her boyfriend to New York, assuring them a safe distance from their former custodians.
Because of the bitter relations of the past and the fact that Jeremy’s family had no telephone, letters were the only means of communication between Boise and New York City and were seldom sent. His father’s parents had asked for forgiveness for everything they had done and they invited the family to “come home,” back to Boise, Idaho. At the bottom it read, “if you’re at all serious about coming home, I’ll be expecting you in a couple weeks. If I don’t see you, then, well, have a great life in New York.”
The letter touched upon Jeremy’s father as he read it and wiped a tear from his eye. While the letter was warm and inviting, it also reflected the stern and stingy ways of Jeremy’s grandfather. He would allow the family to stay at his house for a couple nights but they would be responsible for finding a place to live and other expenses. Jeremy’s dad didn’t have long to make a decision to retain his welcome on Boise.
Jeremy and Jody looked forward to seeing their grandparents for the first time. It was agreed that time had healed the scars of the past and so it was time to make amends. Everyone was also tired of the crime, pollution, noise and crowding in the city. Jeremy looked forward to entering a new school with a clean slate. Maybe he could make some friends and at least be liked by somebody.
By the end of July the family moved out of their rental house. In the meantime they had packed only the items they needed to take with them and those which were of sentimental value. The rest of it was sold off or given away. As the house they rented was furnished, they didn’t need to move any chairs, couches or beds.
Jeremy’s clothes were the last thing of his to be packed. He watched his Mom as she packed away his pants, shirts, socks and underwear into one box. In another larger box went his diapers. Each one was neatly folded and stacked atop one another, filling the box completely. All of the diapers showed signs of wear. They were fluffy and soft from being washed so many times. Every one of them had lost their virgin white gleam and appeared grayish and dingy. They were marked with stains from Jeremy’s wetting and messing into them. His huge pairs of plastic pants were placed atop these in the box. The other supplies such as the powder, wipes and the container of safety pins went in last.
Jeremy knew what limits his weak bladder imposed upon him in school when he used to use the bathroom there. Now he was faced with a situation in which his bladder’s capacity had yet to be tested. He was about to embark on a journey across the United States in the confinement of a car. He convinced his parents that he would do okay without wearing diapers in spite of his own doubts. Since his diapers were so thick, he couldn’t wear any pants over them and he didn’t want to be stuck in the car with his diapers fully exposed to anyone who saw him along the way.
“Okay, we’ll start out without putting you in diapers,” Jeremy’s mom said, “but if we think you need them, then you *will* wear them, understand?”
“Yes, mom,” Jeremy replied.
“We’ll be driving over two thousand miles, you realize.”
“Two thousand miles?” Jeremy gasped, surprised that he would be traveling such a long distance with his family.
“Oh yes, Boise is a long ways from here.”
“How long will it take?”
“If we drive day and night, about three days. We won’t be making many stops, just for gas and groceries. No restaurants, no motels– so, are you sure you can handle it?”
Jeremy said “yes,” but he wasn’t so sure himself that he would make it without any accidents in his pants. DAY 1
Early the next morning Jeremy was taken out of his wet diapers, which were given a quick wash in the bathtub so the family wouldn’t have to endure the odor during the long ride in the station wagon. It was an older car and everyone felt skeptical as to whether or not it could survive the trip out west. Even after they had sold off several things they had still kept enough stuff to fill every available space in and on the car. Their belongings were strapped to the top of the station wagon, stuffed into the rear compartment and some of them were even piled into the back seat. This arrangement forced Jeremy and Jody to sit closely next to each other.
They made one more stop for some food and drinks before leaving New York City. They had trouble getting the car started as they were leaving the grocery store, further arousing uncertainty as to how far they would make it on their journey given such early indications of the car’s condition. After several stubborn tries, they got the car running again and headed out of New York City westbound on Interstate 80. By 8:00 A.M. they were finally on the road. Jeremy took one last look at New York City’s skyline disappearing into the distance.
Because of Jeremy’s weak bladder, being confined to a car for such extended periods made it difficult for Jeremy to sit comfortably without feeling his bladder filling up so quickly. The hot weather and the lack of air conditioning in the car had everyone drinking plenty of fluids to keep cool. Even at the time of morning that it was before the day turned hot, Jeremy was thirsty and had already drank some water and a can of pop. They had hardly gone thirty miles when Jeremy requested that his dad stop the car.
“I need to go to the bathroom, dad,” the boy whined.
“Can it wait until I stop for gas?” his dad asked his son.
“No, it can’t!”
“You’re gonna have to hold it! You told us you could handle this trip without your diapers!”
Jeremy settled back down in his seat and sighed. He knew his time was running out quickly before peeing his pants.
A few miles later the boy’s voice rang out again. “Daaaaaad!!”
“Aww, dammit, okay, I’ll stop!” Jeremy’s dad grumbled.
He then reluctantly pulled out of the heavy freeway traffic and stopped on the shoulder of the busy highway. Jeremy located a grouping of bushes where he could empty his bursting bladder. As Jeremy returned to the car his dad was trying to start it again. He was cursing and hitting the steering wheel out of frustration.
“Dammit! I can’t get the son of a bitch to start!” his angry dad yelled. “This is another reason I don’t want to keep stopping!”
After several more tries he got the car running again and the family continued on their trek. For another hour things were going smoothly and the next fillup was still a couple hours of driving away, but Jeremy couldn’t hold his bladder for that long as he needed to pee again. He knew that his dad wouldn’t want to stop again, but Jeremy couldn’t ignore the feeling of needing to pee.
“Maybe if you didn’t drink so much damn pop that would help!” his dad shouted impatiently back to him.
“It’s hot and I’m thirsty! I have to!”
“Can you wait until we fill up?” his dad asked.
“But dad, *I* am filling up!” the boy pleaded. “Besides, what if you need to go? Or mom? Or Jody?”
“Everyone will use a bathroom when I fill up the tank, but that’s it! We discussed this before we left!”
Jeremy sat in his seat and grimaced as the pressure intensified in his bladder. Jeremy tried to hold his pee as long as he could, hoping the next gas stop would be coming up soon. The tank was still registering almost half full, so he knew it would be awhile longer before his dad would stop the car. Jeremy couldn’t stand the pain and was in a desperate need of relieving himself.
“I can’t hold it any longer, dad!” he cried in a strained voice. “I’ve gotta go really bad! Pleeez!”
“Oh, for God’s sake!” his dad exclaimed. He abruptly hit the brakes and slowed down the car and pulled it off to the shoulder. The car behind them almost plowed into their car and its driver flipped them the bird.
“Make it fast!” his dad shouted as Jeremy threw open the back door and walked against the dangerous approaching traffic to get to a small ditch just off the road, the only such place around he could have any privacy. He stepped over a barbed wire fence and ripped his already shabby-looking pants, but he didn’t care. He was just glad to avoid peeing his pants. After trudging through some mud and tall, scratchy weeds, Jeremy found the spot he sought to be out of view of dozens of passing motorists.
Jeremy could hear his dad trying to start the car again as he walked towards the vehicle and got into the back seat. He knew he had blown his last chance to request a roadside stop. As Jeremy expected, his dad was highly agitated by the car’s stubborn ignition. He feared that his dad would yell at him for making him stop so often, and he was right.
“No more stops, Jeremy!” his dad yelled. “I can’t deal with getting this damn car started again every time you need to pee!”
Luckily the car started again and the family was able to return to the road. They had traveled over 200 miles before making the first fuel stop in central Pennsylvania. When the father pulled up to the fuel pump he said, “this is your only chance for a bathroom for awhile, Jeremy, so you’d better use it.”
Jody and her mom had gotten out and gone into the restroom to take care of their own full bladders. Jeremy didn’t need to go now, but he decided that he should try to eliminate anything he had in his system since he knew his dad wasn’t going to let him out of the car anymore.
Jeremy entered the restroom and stepped up to a urinal. He tried to eliminate any pee that he may have built up since the last stop but he could only produce a trickle. As he was leaving the restroom his dad came in and confronted him.
“You *did* go, didn’t you?” his dad asked.
“Yes Dad,” Jeremy responded on his way back out to the car.
After the car was filled up the family resumed their drive in their old station wagon. It took a few tries to get the car started, and once it did, Jeremy’s dad turned around and looked at him straight in the eyes and said, “now, until this gas gauge says ’empty’, I am not stopping this car! Understand?”
“Yes, dad,” Jeremy answered quietly. His dad hit the accelerator and returned to the highway.
Jeremy managed to survive the next couple hours of the drive comfortably, but then he felt his bladder filling up again. He looked up towards the front of the car and noted that the fuel gauge was still a long ways from registering empty. He hoped that he could hold it until then. As the discomfort built up in his body, Jeremy felt desperate. He knew he was risking having his dad yell at him, but the boy didn’t know what else to do.
“Dad?” he asked.
“I know, I know! You need me to stop!” his irritated dad snapped. “I told you, NO! NO! NO! I said it and I meant it, no more roadside stops! Period! I don’t want to stop this car any more than I have to!”
Jeremy sighed in despair, knowing that he would surely wet himself now. He tried with all his might to hold back the flood that was about to occur in his pants. He looked over at Jody, who acknowledged his discomfort and knew what was about to happen.
Jeremy couldn’t take it any longer. He had to let his urine stream go loose and as he did, he soaked his pants all the way down the legs and back into his rear end, getting the car seat wet.
“Mom! Dad!” Jody yelled. “Jeremy peed his pants!”
“Terrific!” the dad shouted. “Since he can’t make it between fuel stops like the rest of us then I say we put him back in his diapers! He can sit back there in his wet pants until we stop!”
His mom turned around and looked at Jeremy. She said, “Remember what we told you?”
Jeremy nodded his headed and sobbed as he knew what lay ahead for the remainder of the trip. He began crying as he felt he could do nothing about his wetting situation. He just wanted to get this miserable long, slow car trip over with soon. Each mile passed by ever so slowly as Jeremy awaited the next fuel stop. He knew that when they got to the gas station at which they stopped in Youngstown, Ohio, just beyond the Ohio-Pennsylvania border, he would get put into diapers.
Jody and her mom left the car to use the restroom while the father pumped gas into the car. Jeremy rummaged through the pile of boxes in the back of the car and on the seat hoping to locate the box that contained his pants so he could change out of the wet pants he was wearing. The father finished pumping gas and opened the car door to ask Jeremy what he was after.
“I’m looking for my clothes dad; I need to change my pants,” the boy said.
“Leave that stuff alone!” his dad shouted. “Your mother and sister will take care of you when they get back!”
Meanwhile the father went inside the store to pay for the gas and to use the bathroom. He didn’t even ask Jeremy if he needed to go. Jeremy did need to pee, but he was too embarrassed to enter the building wearing piss-soaked jeans. Jody soon returned from the bathroom and walked up to the back of the car and rooted around through the boxes.
“Can you find my pants, please?” Jeremy asked his sister.
“That’s not what I’m after,” Jody replied. “Mom told me to put your diapers on you, so I’m getting those!”
Jody did not carry any sympathy in her voice and she acted as if she agreed that her brother be diapered for the rest of the trip westward. Jeremy knew he had no choice, so he didn’t argue over the issue of wearing diapers for the car trip, but he felt so awkward to be in a public place such as the busy gas station with motorists zipping in and out. Just as their parents returned to the car, Jody had located the box that contained Jeremy’s diapers and brought it up to the back seat.
The car was driven over to a small shaded picnic area in the corner of the gas station lot where they could eat and Jeremy could get diapered. The mother got some food ready to serve while Jody had Jeremy lie down on the grass and await his diapering. Jeremy hoped that the people entering and exiting from the station were not looking over at him in such a compromising state. He had taken off his pants and his dingy, yellow- stained briefs and lay on the ground naked with grass blades poking lightly into the tender skin of his bottom. Just as she had done at home, Jody ensured that Jeremy’s bum was powdered up generously since he would have to wear the diapers for several hours before he would be changed.
Jody prepared two of the thick, heavy white diapers and put them underneath Jeremy’s bottom. She triple-pinned each side of the diapers and then unfolded the big plastic pants that would soon enshroud the white layers of cloth that surrounded Jeremy’s skinny body. She pulled the big pair of plastic pants up, running them over his stick-like legs and snapping the tight waistband over his stomach. The leg bands left abrasions around the tops of Jeremy’s thighs as they sealed up his bottom and his crotch from leakage. The plastic pants fit so tightly at the legs and the elastic was cutting a red ring around Jeremy’s upper thighs. Jody went around him and tucked in the diapers where they were sticking up out of the plastic pants. Several people had driven by and saw the boy standing there in such thick diapers around his butt.
Jeremy wanted to go back into the car and sit down where he was out of view of the other people, but Jody dragged him over to the picnic table where the parents got out the food and told him it was time to eat now.
“I want my pants!” Jeremy cried as he was being led by his older sister.
“They’re not going to fit, Jeremy!” Jody said. “Your diapers are much too thick! You know that!”
Jeremy started crying as he planted his amply-padded rear down on the bench in plain view of the people going in and coming out of the station. He ate his sandwiches and potato chips in spite of how terribly embarrassed he felt to be in public wearing diapers. Jeremy knew he was being stared at as people went by, but he faced away from the driveway of the gas station to avoid looking at others. His white-diapered rear end contrasted so brightly against his blue shirt.
After the family packed things up they headed back out to the highway and continued on their trek through Ohio. Jeremy tried to sit comfortably in the car with a thick bunch of diapers underneath him and around him. He tried to close his legs and keep the wide, thick crotch out of Jody’s view, but he could not close his legs or do anything to hide any portion of his diapers. His shirt had ridden up and exposed the high rise of the diapers on his body. Jody was looking at him, proud of the way she diapered him and feeling glad that she wasn’t the one having to wear them.
Jeremy later got settled down and resigned himself to having to wear diapers for the remainder of the trip. He grabbed the road map and looked at it. He traced the route they were traveling and located eastern Ohio. The trip seemed like it had taken forever already. Jeremy couldn’t believe that they had only traveled such a relatively short distance so far on their way to Idaho. Boise was still over two thousand miles away, and for Jeremy, it would be two thousand slowly passing miles in diapers.
Just a few miles after they had left Youngstown, Jeremy felt his need to pee intensifying. Even though he was tightly bound into his diapers, his first inclination was to ask his dad to stop, which he knew now would have been completely pointless. Jeremy’s weak bladder couldn’t take too much more of the pressure and he let his urine stream flow into the thirsty wall of cloth that ran over his stomach and through his crotch. Jeremy was used to getting changed in the mornings and he never had to go for several hours while sitting awake in wet diapers, but this time he would need to get used to the wet sensation for a lot longer. Jeremy felt frustrated being unable to alleviate the itching he felt in his diapers as the wetness irritated his skin. He asked his dad when he could be changed.
“Let your sister check you at the next gas station and she’ll decide when you’re ready to be changed,” his dad said as he continued driving, keeping his eyes focused on the endless road ahead.
“Those diapers ought to last awhile,” Jody assured him. “Besides, we don’t want your dirty diapers stinking up the car, you know.”
The trip was going to take even longer than Jeremy expected. The father had taken a detour through Akron and then drove along a rural route to avoid the toll highway and the traffic in the larger cities that skirted Northern Ohio. It was getting dusk by the time they reached the western edge of Ohio and made their next fuel stop, having traveled about 700 miles so far.
Jeremy was hoping that he would soak his diapers enough to warrant a change, but Jody didn’t think he needed it. After she returned from the restroom she made him step out of the car and stand before her where she could check him in the bright lights above the pumps where another family could see him as plain as day in his diapers. She ran her hand along the front of his diapers, examining the thick, soaked layers and decided that his diapers were good for awhile. Jeremy wondered when he would be changed since it was now dark.
“Are we stopping for the night?” Jeremy asked his mom.
“No, I’m taking over the driving overnight and your father will rest,” she answered. Since the mother had gotten used to working the swing shift at the diner she was better acclimated to the late hours.
“Who’s gonna change me?” Jeremy whined.
“Jody, if she doesn’t go to sleep back there. I’ll be driving, and your dad isn’t about to crawl back there and change you. He doesn’t change your diapers, anyway.”
Everyone got back into the car and they continued on their westbound journey through Indiana in the dark of the moonless night. The father had fallen asleep as well as Jody, whose head was resting against Jeremy’s shoulder. Jeremy was still wide awake, unable to sleep in the car. He wanted to get his wet diapers off but he felt so helpless. He tried to get comfortable and he hoped that he could sleep.
At one point he did get himself comfortable enough, only to realize that now he had a bowel movement on its way out of his body. Jeremy only wore his diapers for bedwetting and only pooped in them occasionally, usually when he was going through one of his bouts of diarrhea. He tried to suppress the urge and he was normally able to do this by squeezing his legs together, but his diapers were so thick and nothing he could do could bring his buttocks any closer together. He tried sitting on his heel, which was a trick he employed at school to avoid having to poop in the restrooms there and stink them up and cause him embarrassment. He realized that his diapers were much too thick and his heel- sitting method of delaying a bowel movement was ineffective.
Jeremy knew he would eventually dump his load into the diapers, adding to the wetness he had felt in them for the last six or seven hours. He wanted to stave off having to poop in them for as long as possible since he knew a long night of driving lay ahead and the sooner he pooped the longer he would have to sit in his mess.
Jeremy couldn’t hold his poop in any longer and a large pile of crap spewed out of his bottom and spread all over his buttocks. His tight, thick diapers gave his poop little room to flow and it spread up into his crotch and smothered his balls. A loud fart accompanied his release as did a strong odor. His mom knew he was still awake.
“Aren’t you asleep, Jeremy?” she asked.
“I can’t sleep in the car!” the boy complained.
“You just had a bowel movement, didn’t you?” his mom asked him. “I can smell it, and I also heard it.”
Jeremy didn’t say a word. He decided to roll the window down to allow the cool night air to circulate throughout the car and clear out the stench his messy diapers were creating. The sound of the air blowing through the window awakened Jody.
“Roll your window up!” she complained groggily. She then took a whiff of the foul air and told Jeremy to leave it down for awhile instead.
“Did you just poop?” Jody asked her brother.
Jeremy didn’t feel like he should answer the question since Jody had already figured out that he did.
“Can you change me when we stop?” Jeremy humbly asked his sister.
“You’ll have to wait until morning, Jeremy,” his mom said. “It’s almost 1:00 A.M. and I want to keep going. Now try to sleep, and roll up your window.”
Jeremy sat silently in the back seat and tried to get himself comfortable enough to sleep. The sticky mess clinging to his rear end like mud kept him awake as did the confining environment in the car. He stared through the bug- splattered windshield into the dark void ahead, lit only by the car’s headlights. He wondered where they were and how far they still had to go. The road seemed so long, straight and monotonous, the black night was thinly glittered by lights shining from distant farm houses.
Eventually the drone of the car’s motor lulled Jeremy to sleep, making him temporarily oblivious to the large globs of poop mired throughout the rear of his diapers. He rested his head on Jody’s shoulder and remained asleep through the 2:00 A.M. gas fillup their mom put into the car when they got to the southern edge of Chicago. The time reversed an hour after entering the next time zone. At this point they re-joined Interstate 80 and were passing through Illinois. The mother was getting weary from having driven for over five hours, and even she wasn’t used to staying awake overnight. She pulled into a rest area just west of the town of Joliet and fell asleep in the car with the rest of the family.
The End of Two Thousand Miles In Diapers – Chapter Two.
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