Two Thousand Miles In Diapers – Chapter Five
As the next day was a Saturday and the grandfather was off from his work, this gave him time to take the family around and show them some apartment buildings. At the same time they got a tour of the city. Jeremy cringed in the back seat of his grandpa’s car as he sat there still with nothing to wear but his diapers. He was mostly embarrassed when he had to leave the car and walk around with his family while they were deciding on a place to live. In just about every place they went there were kids playing outside, and invariably, they noticed Jeremy and pointed at him in his fully-exposed thick diapers. As the day went on, Jeremy peed and pooped his diapers. Ever since he was diapered back in Ohio, he was waiting to be taken out of them and returned to wearing normal clothes, but after having traveled over two thousand miles, waiting five days and wearing wet and poopy diapers all along, he was still wearing them even after having arrived at their destination.
It was late afternoon before they decided on a place to live, and it would be Monday before they could move in since the landlord was out of town for the weekend. The apartment was located near downtown and, while not luxurious by any stretch of one’s imagination, it was in better shape than the place they had in New York City.
Jeremy and Jody spent the rest of the afternoon back at their grandparents’ place while their parents tried to locate potential places of employment. Their mother found work easily enough at a restaurant just a few blocks away. Their father got on as a laborer at a big construction project downtown. They weren’t the best jobs, but at least they would have money.
Jeremy and Jody passed the time by looking through several photo albums, narrated by their grandmother who sat in between them and explained the pictures. Several photos confirmed that their father wore diapers as a kid and was wearing them with no pajama bottoms in any of the pictures, just the tops. Their grandmother admitted that the pictures were taken to show to her son’s friends as additional punishment for being a bedwetter.
It was becoming increasingly apparent to Jeremy that his grandmother had no qualms about keeping the pictures all these years, and she had no qualms about keeping Jeremy in his diapers. He hoped she would be more sympathetic and buy him some new pants and underwear, but she made no such offer when Jeremy asked his grandmother.
“That’s up to your Mom and Dad, Jeremy. We tried teaching your dad to be self-sufficient and to be responsible, and hopefully he learned that when he moved out, but that doesn’t mean we’re going to help him out now. We wanted him to come back home, but he’s gotta realize the apron strings have been broken.”
“So, this is all I get to wear?” Jeremy said, tugging at the tight, constricting leg bands on his plastic pants.
“Until your parents can buy you some. Besides, you don’t really need any right now, do you?”
“No, I guess I don’t,” Jeremy sighed.
Monday finally came and, thanks to a loan from the grandparents– a big surprise to Jeremy’s dad– Jeremy and his family had some furnishings to go along with their apartment, bought used, but at least in moderately good condition. Jeremy and Jody went along with their father and grandfather to a small used furniture store. The four of them rode together crammed into the front of their grandfather’s pickup truck.
The store’s owner was planning to retire and was selling off the remainder of his inventory before closing. Jeremy didn’t want to go into the store with just his diapers on, but his dad insisted that he did to help them haul furniture or he would be stripped of his diapers and spanked right there. Jeremy started crying but decided to follow his father’s orders instead of get his butt beaten red. Jeremy then ran off to hide behind a recliner in the store.
“Stop hiding behind the chair, Jeremy!” his father yelled. “Now get your butt over here right now before you break something!”
Jeremy whimpered as he reluctantly emerged from the corner of the store and revealed his thick diapers to the man in the store. Sensing Jeremy’s humiliation, the man walked over to him and put his hand on Jeremy’s shoulder.
“Son,” he began, “I raised two boys just like you, and if weren’t for diapers they’d been swimming in their pee when they woke up every morning! You ain’t alone, kid.”
Jeremy felt slightly more comforted knowing that the man did not ridicule him for wearing diapers. Jeremy followed his dad and the others in the group around the store as they looked at the remaining offerings. His dad picked out some furnishings for the front room and also found a bed. It was a double bed, in fact, the only bed that was left in the place.
“Where am I going to sleep?” Jody asked.
“You can take your daddy’s old bed from my place,” her grandpa suggested.”
“What about me?” Jeremy asked.
“You’ll have to share the bed with Jody until we find something else,” his dad answered. “Or you can sleep on the floor. Come on, let’s go.”
Jeremy and Jody mutually agreed that they wouldn’t enjoy sharing the same bed and they talked about it while their grandfather was doling out the money to the salesman.
“I’ll just make sure you’re extra diapered so you don’t get my bed wet!” Jody said.
“Who said it was your bed?” Jeremy argued back. The argument ended abruptly when their father intervened.
“We’ll look for a bed for you some other time, Jeremy,” his dad asked. “I want to get moved in as soon as possible!”
Just before they left, the furniture salesman called them back and offered a possible solution to their bed shortage. He led the family outside to a storage shed in back of the store and presented an oversized crib.
“I bought this from someone awhile ago,” the man said, “and, well, I didn’t think anyone would ever want a big crib. I mean, cribs are for babies, you know, it must be some sort of novelty thing, so I’ve just kept it back here, out of the way. Just as you were leaving I thought about your situation and thought maybe you’d want it.”
Jeremy’s dad and grandpa looked at each other. His dad shrugged and then nodded his head.”
“How much do you want for it?” the grandfather asked.
“I’ll give it to you,” the man said. “Been hoping I could find someone I felt it could go to before I close shop. Your boy would look just right in there, now wouldn’t he?” The man then chuckled.
“Beats sleeping on the floor, son,” the father remarked to Jeremy.
“Or with me!” Jody added, patting his pooped-filled behind. “It’s not because I’m afraid you’ll wet the bed– not with the diapers *you* wear, especially– but I just like to have my space.”
They left from the store and drove the furniture to their apartment. Jeremy complained about needing to be changed while he helped carry in his crib into the bedroom that he and Jody would be sharing. When they set it down he stood there and stared at it, thinking about how he would have to sleep in it each night. He hoped it would only be temporary, but when he asked his dad about it, he looked it over in the corner of the room and seemed to be satisfied enough with it. His dad then said, “I see no reason why you need anything else.”
Later that evening, amid a pile of boxes waiting to be unpacked, Jeremy and his family were moved into their apartment. Jeremy was finally changed out of his dirty diapers that evening and pinned into several clean diapers before going to bed. Because his crib sat so high off the floor, Jody had to help him into the crib and push on his padded behind as he climbed in. She then pulled the gate up and latched it shut.
“Wait! Don’t put this up!” he said.
“Why not? It’s not like you’ll ever need to get up for the bathroom overnight, and in case there’s a fire, I’ll be here and I’ll let you out.”
Jody then grabbed her pajamas and left for the bathroom to change. Jeremy realized that there was little he could do but to accept his fate at this point. He lay down and stared through the slats as he waited for his sister to return. After she turned out the light he listened as he heard her climb into the bed that Jeremy wished had been given to him. Jeremy felt like he was being turned back into a baby by being kept in his diapers longer than he expected, and now sleeping in a crib! He hoped to make friends in Boise, but he would never want to invite anyone over because they would see what he slept in every night.
Because their parents had to be at their jobs early that morning Jeremy and Jody had to unpack the rest of the stuff and put it away. Jeremy complained about still having nothing but diapers to wear.
“You have to remember that Mom and Dad don’t have any more money until they get paid!” Jody told him. “Understand? Now just be quiet about it or I won’t change you for a week!”
“Can’t grandma or grandpa buy me some pants?”
“They don’t think you need them, so why should they spend money they don’t have to? You don’t need any until school starts, you know. Besides, you’ve seen how tight they are with money!”
For another week, Jeremy and his family lived off of whatever their stingy grandparents offered them in the way of food. When the first paychecks arrived, Jeremy hoped that at long last he would have some pants and underwear. Jeremy didn’t realize that because his parents began work in the middle of their employers’ pay periods they did not receive full paychecks and had just enough money to buy food for the next two weeks. Other expenses came due and would also need to be paid. Jeremy’s pants were not considered a priority since school wouldn’t be starting for another couple weeks.
Until then, Jeremy spent every day wearing nothing but diapers and, as a consequence, he had been wearing them long enough that he was losing what little control he had of his fragile bladder to begin with. His bowels were also weakening as Jeremy had no need to hold in his poop when he needed to go. Jeremy didn’t even realize that he was becoming incontinent as he had gotten used to releasing his bodily wastes as they were produced.
Jeremy was forced to go outside with Jody and play with her. All of the other kids in the apartment complex played in the common yard, taking in as much fun as they could with the remainder of the summer as the first day of school loomed. Everybody laughed at Jeremy first and teased him for wearing his very thick diapers and stinking whenever he had a load of poop in them, which was often. The worst thing that Jeremy realized was that he would be going to school with these kids soon and they would be teasing him all over again, just like back in New York City.
The day finally came when Jeremy’s mother got her first full paycheck and bought some pants and underwear for Jeremy. It had been nearly a month since Jeremy wore what he considered to be “normal” clothes. He slipped on the briefs and he still felt naked by their lack of padding. He wasn’t used to being able to put his legs together and walk around without such a huge bunch of cloth wedged up into his crotch. He even got a brand new pair of pants, not some recycled pair that someone else had farted in, as Jeremy often thought of used pants. He tried the pants on and proudly walked around in them. For once Jeremy did not have to listen to his plastic pants crinkle with each step he took. He even went outside and showed off his pants, hoping the kids would see him wearing something besides diapers. All they did was ask him where his diapers were. Jeremy wanted to feel good about himself, but everyone expected to see him in diapers and made fun of him for not having them on.
“Better not have an accident!” one kid said.
Ironically enough, Jeremy did have an accident. He barely felt his bladder warming up to the urge to urinate when the stream began to leak into his pants. Right in front of the other kids his new pants turned dark around the front and the crotch. The kids told him to get his diapers back on. Jeremy ran into the apartment crying. Jody looked at him and asked him why he wet his pants.
“I couldn’t hold it!” he bawled.
“How long were you out there?”
“Just a few minutes!”
“Well, take your pants off. I’ll have to take them down to the Laundromat, or I can try to wash them now.”
Jody decided she could give his pants a quick rinsing in the hot water of the bathtub and then hang them out the window to dry. In the meantime, Jeremy had nothing to wear but his underwear. When he needed to pee again he went into the bathroom and narrowly escaped pissing in his virgin white briefs straight out of the package. Jeremy began crying when he realized his bladder weakened. He was afraid to tell Jody about it and he tried to maintain his composure.
His mom, who was now working the early shift at the restaurant, came home that afternoon and asked why Jeremy’s pants were hanging from the window.
“Jeremy wet them again,” Jody answered. “I think he needs to go back into diapers.”
“What happened, Jeremy?” his mother confronted him as he sat on the couch in his underwear.
“I dunno, mom! It just happened!”
“You were right here, Jeremy!” his Mom said. “You could have made it to the bathroom!”
“I was outside!”
“How far is it, just a few steps?”
“It was an accident! I had to pee and then it just came out!”
Jeremy immediately got up and fled for the bathroom. When he came out again his Mom saw that a large wet spot appeared on the fly of his briefs.
“Did you just do this?” his mom asked, pulling on his waistband and snapping it back over his stomach.
“Y-y-yes,” he sobbed.
“I’m afraid you’ll have to go back to wearing diapers if you can’t even hold it that long, Jeremy.”
Jeremy cried and felt even more helpless and hopeless than ever. His Mom went into the bedroom and brought out a big stack of diapers and pins and laid them out on the floor. Jeremy knew he had no choice but to allow his mother to diaper him. She wrapped layer after layer of cloth over his loins and fastened the pins at each side. She went back to the bedroom for his plastic pants and pulled the enormous crinkling garment over his bulging diapers. Once again Jeremy felt what he had gotten used to– big, heavy, thick diapers that forced his legs apart and padded him up all around his body over his stomach and half of his back. He realized that from this day forward he would remain in diapers indefinitely.
Jeremy’s Mom took his pants into a used jeans outlet and, because of their nearly new condition, she got an even trade for a larger, but older pair of pants that Jeremy would have to wear over his diapers. His mother had to rely on guessing Jeremy’s waist size with diapers. Jeremy was disappointed to see that his Mom did not replace his new jeans with another new pair, but a pair that looked like it came from the thrift store, which it may as well have. She had him try them on. Even as big as his diapers were, she overestimated the waist size and they slid down and exposed the top three to four inches of his high- rising diapers. Because the pants were fitted for someone whose waist was naturally much larger, the leg length was also much too long for Jeremy, which his mother would correct.
“Everybody’s wearing their pants that way these days,” Jody said, though it provided no comfort to Jeremy as he anticipated going to school like this.
“Everyone lets the top of their boxers show,” Jody continued. “Of course, you have diapers on, but it’s the same thing, sort of, I guess, I suppose. Or you could wear your diapers thicker so your pants will fit.”
Jeremy didn’t care at this point. he knew his fate was sealed and nothing could be changed about it. He nervously walked to school that morning and was treated the way he expected. Many of the kids from the apartment recognized him. Some of the kids from the apartment were also fifth graders and two of them, both of them girls, were in his class. They teased Jeremy about his diapers and told the rest of the class that Jeremy always had diapers on when he played outside, except for one time when he didn’t and ended up wetting his pants.
By the end of the day Jeremy had all the humiliation he could stand. His diapers were wet and smelly from peeing and pooping in them early that day. He endured more taunts than he could tolerate. He just wanted to go home and stay there. He dreaded having to go back the next day but was forced to do so.
After three days the school administrators decided that Jeremy was not fit for placement with other classmates. He was then transferred to a special class with other kids who also wore diapers. They were given a separate lunch period and recesses and were isolated from the main student body as much as possible. The classroom was partitioned into different sections for each grade. In lieu of restrooms, a series of private stalls were provided for students to change their diapers and the school nurse could assist the younger ones if needed. Jeremy was diapered heavily enough that he did not need to bring diapers with him to be changed.
Most of the other students in the class were boys and they represented all grade levels. Jeremy noted that he had on much thicker diapers than the rest of the students, some of whom volunteered to show Jeremy that they were wearing disposables. At least Jeremy felt like he wasn’t alone by being the only fifth grader still in diapers, but he was diapered much more conspicuously than the others. Jeremy asked his Mom to buy him disposables, but she didn’t want to be buying them all the time with as little as she and Jeremy’s father were earning. He would need another pair of pants to go along with them, his mother explained.
Jeremy did get one wish for which he had been hoping when he got to Boise, making friends. He got to know several of the boys in his class and he didn’t feel ashamed to invite them over and let them see the crib he slept in. One of his friends mentioned that he was forced to sleep in one and also had to sit in a high chair at the dinner table and sit in a large playpen and play with toddler toys. Jeremy made a visit to his house and saw that his room was decorated just like a nursery with teddy bear wallpaper and the whole works. Jeremy realized that things could have been worse for him.
Jeremy and his family soon adjusted to the relatively calm and quiet living in Boise and, after a few years of hard work, each of his parents moved up into better paying jobs and were able to afford a house. Oddly enough, the house included a room that had once been a nursery. No surprise to Jeremy, his bedroom was what became of the nursery. The decor was never changed and his crib was never replaced by a bed. By this time Jeremy learned to accept having to wear diapers for the rest of his life and, as his sexuality developed, so did his fetish for diapers. He discovered masturbation, and being in diapers all the time, he could never touch his bare penis like other boys did and could only massage himself through the layers of cloth.
Jeremy started to feel pretty good about the way he was growing up. The special classes he attended in school sheltered him from all the evils that corrupted so many kids his age, even in a place like Boise, Idaho, which was by no means immune to drugs, teen pregnancy and violence, though much less rampant than in larger cities. Jeremy did not want to grow up and eventually he allowed his family to treat him like he was their little boy. Being the youngest, he was, just that he was now living up to every letter in his family rank. He started playing with little boy toys again, mainly since he was deprived of such pleasures growing up in poverty in New York and only had a few basic toys then. He allowed Jody’s friends to change his diapers as he enjoyed the attention he got from the buxom girls. In turn, they liked treating a boy in such a way to make them feel mature and superior to their male counterparts.
As Jeremy was tucked into his crib that night, he stuck his pacifier in his mouth and thought about what would have become of him had he and his family not moved to Boise. When he thought about possibly getting beaten up or killed or forced to take drugs, becoming a teenage baby boy was by far the best thing that ever happened to him.
The End of Two Thousand Miles In Diapers – Chapter Five.
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