David Goes to College – Chapter Five
Saturday dawned and life was much as usual. Everyone got up a bit later than on a weekday, but breakfast proceeded as usual. Steven wet his diaper – as usual – and after breakfast David changed the boy’s diaper – as usual. At around 10:00 Mrs. Walker left to go to work at the infirmary and it was only a bit after that that Sheila was picked up by one of her girl friends for a day of dedicated shopping.
“So, are we still planning . . . what we were planning?” asked Steven.
“I guess so,” sighed David.
“I know I want to do this, but I sure wish I was convinced it was a good idea.”
“So do you want to put me in a diaper first, or shall I put you in one?” asked Steven.
David contemplated the question for several long minutes while Steven looked on apprehensively, fearing that David might yet pull out of the deal.
“Let me put you in a diaper first. Maybe I won’t feel so freaking . . . I don’t know what, if you’re already in a diaper,” responded David.
“That’s cool, you’ve diapered me more times than I can count so I can’t see why I should be worried about it now, just because it’s the middle of the day,” said Steven.
The boys quickly assembled the diapers, pins, and plastic pants. Steven stripped and lay down on his bed, ready for David to diaper him. The work was quickly accomplished and then it was David’s turn.
David hesitated.
“Should I really do this? I’m older than you. Should I be letting a kid two year’s younger than me put me in a diaper like a little baby?”
“Yes, you should,” stated Steven emphatically, as he folded a fresh, clean diaper on the bed.
David sighed and slowly stripped off his own clothes as Steven watched expectantly.
Once he was completely naked he turned toward Steven and raised his arms. Despite the fact that the house was comfortably warm, he felt a momentary chill and shivered.
“OK, here I am.”
Steven’s eyes traveled over the older boy from head to toe, lingering as his gaze reached David’s crotch.
“You’ve got a bit more hair around your dick than I do, but you don’t look a lot bigger than me.”
“Yeah, well I’m only a couple year’s older than you and I’ve always been small for my age,” responded David defensively.
“Sorry, no offense,” replied Steven, “I’m glad we’re not that much different”
David looked down at the waiting diaper and then lay down on it, arranging himself on it the way he had seen Steven do so many times. The first touch of his bare bottom to the diaper gave him a surprise. Somehow, he had been expecting it to feel just like his underwear, but the cloth of the diaper was much heavier and more thickly woven and it felt radically different from his normal Fruit-of-the-Looms.
Steven had never diapered anyone else and as he bent over there was a certain amount of fumbling about before he completed the task. David felt the narrow region of the folded diaper bunch up around his inner thighs as the diaper was pulled up over his genitals. He watched with some trepidation as Steven pulled the right side of the front and back ends tight and began to push the diaper pin through the thick cloth.
“Ow! Damn, I stuck my finger with the fucking pin,” yelled Steven, who began to suck the injured digit.
David couldn’t help but break out laughing.
“I don’t care how badly you stick your own finger, just as long as you don’t drive that pin into ME.
“Actually, you look cute standing there in just a diaper with your finger in your mouth.”
“Yeah well it doesn’t feel ‘cute,'” grumbled Steven, as he bent to complete the task of pinning on David’s diaper.
David shifted about a little, “I don’t think it’s tight enough around my waist, it feels pretty loose.”
Steven unpinned the left side and pulled the diaper much tighter.
“How’s that?”
“Better.”
The last step was to pull on the plastic pants. This wouldn’t have been a problem expect for the fact that Steven, in his nervousness, had gotten them backwards. Luckily, David noticed the problem almost immediately and the error was quickly corrected.
Finally David stood next to Steven, the two of them clad only in diapers and plastic pants. The leg holes gripped snuggly around David’s thighs and he ran a finger along the elastic, making sure no hint of cloth diaper was protruding out. When he was satisfied, he turned toward Steven and put his arm around the other boy’s shoulders, pulling the younger boy to him in a momentary hug.
“You notice anything?” asked David, with a smile.
“What?”
“We were both so nervous about this that neither one of us got a boner,” replied David.
“Hmm, that’s true. . . . But so what? We’ve got all afternoon to see what might happen,” said Steven firmly.
“So now what?” asked David.
“Well, how about just relax and see if you can pee,” said Steven, “I’ll bet I can.”
Steven’s face went slack and his whole body seemed to relax.
“Yes, it’s coming now. Ohhh, yes it feels good. Just like when I’m at breakfast and letting go.”
“Oh, man. OK, I’m trying,” said David.
“You gotta relax! Don’t ‘try,’ just relax,” said Steven with some asperity.
“OK, OK. Just give me a few minutes. This is my first time in a diaper you know,” responded David.
After what seemed like an endless pause, David finally felt his bladder sphincter relax and the urine began to flow into his diaper.
“I’m doing it!” he exclaimed, as he felt the hot stream of pee rush into the thick cloth diaper.
“Good boy. I mean ‘bad boy’, or ‘good baby’ or something,” giggled Steven.
David felt the warm urine flow, and flow, and flow into the thick cloth diaper.
“Jeez! I didn’t know I had so much in me,” he said in amazement. He marveled as the feel of warm wetness spread across his abdomen and pooled in his crotch. He gingerly lay back
down on the bed and felt the wetness spread from his crotch up the backside of the diaper, bringing the warm wetness to his butt.
“Uh, what do you think?” asked David, “Should we do a diaper change right away or do you want to try wearing the wet diapers for a while?”
“Let’s wear ’em for a while,” said Steven without hesitation, “I’ve never really had a chance to see what that would feel like.”
The two padded off to the den where they spent over and hour playing a video game while seated on the floor in their wet diapers.
As the game came to and end David announced, “I’ve got to pee again,” and proceeded to unload another hot stream of urine into his already wet diaper. By the time he was finished the diaper was completely soaked through and it sagged alarmingly as he stood up.
“Well,” remarked Steven, “I guess it’s really time to get your diaper changed.”
It was a memorable afternoon for them both. Diapers were wet; diapers were changed; more diapers were wet. Diapers were tossed in the washing machine and cleaned and then dried. In between times they played video games and talked and laughed and became much more at ease with one another.
“It’s getting late and we’d better get things back to normal, ’cause your mom and your sister are likely to come home real soon now,” said David.
“Yeah, I know. But this has been a great afternoon. But OK, let’s get the diapers off and try to look ‘normal’,” giggled Steven.
David hesitated a moment and then put his arm around Steven’s diapered waist. He drew the younger boy gently to him and held him tight. Then, releasing the young boy he turned and led the way into Steven’s bedroom to complete the final diaper change of the day and begin the return to normal.
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That evening David’s resolve was firm. He had enjoyed the afternoon of diaper play with Steven more than he thought was imaginable. This night, he was going to wet the bed. He downed a full glass of water and then deliberately did not use the toilet before slipping into bed. As was inevitable, he woke at about 4:00 AM with a strong urge to urinate, but this time his resolve was firm. He rolled over onto his stomach and let his mind go blank. Even though his bladder was insistent, he eventually entered a restless sleep.
Then, just before his alarm was due to go off he awoke once again. He felt a terrible need to pee. He rolled onto his back and willed himself to just let it come, but he couldn’t relax enough. It was surprisingly hard to actually wet the bed, David mused. No wonder Steven waited to wet his diaper until he was up and sitting at the breakfast table. Finally, David sat straight up in bed and once more tried to relax and let his pee flow, remembering how good it had felt the prior afternoon, when he wet himself for the first time. It worked and a hard, heavy stream rushed out. He counted slowly to five and then stopped the flow. The urine, kept from soaking into the mattress by the plastic mattress
cover, formed a small pool around his crotch and the wetness crept up the backside of his shorts.
As he headed to the toilet to finish the job he paused and took a good look at himself in the mirror. He saw a slim boy, who looked to be about 14 or 15, with sandy, medium length blond hair, which was has sticking out haphazardly in all directions. The boy in the mirror was wearing nothing but a very wet pair of shorts. David turned to get a look at his back. His shoulder blades were sharply etched against the smooth skin. The seat of the shorts appeared, if anything, to be even wetter than the front. David turned back to look directly into the mirror.
“Is this really me?” he wondered to himself.
“This cute teenager who can’t seem to control himself and wets the bed?” David began to suspect he was going to find out a lot about himself in the coming year – and it wasn’t all going to be because he was going to college. After emptying his nearly full bladder, he returned to his bed room where he stripped off bed clothes before returning to the bathroom to shower.
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When David arrived in the kitchen for breakfast, Steven, Sheila and Mrs. Walker were already there.
“Uh, I’m afraid I had a little Steven-type accident myself,” said David, trying to look sheepish, despite the fact that he was really quite delighted with the situation.
Steven looked up with wide eyes and grinned, giving David a surreptitious thumbs-up. Sheila tried to hide the fact that she, too was grinning behind her hand, and Mrs. Walker tried to look stern but appeared to be ready to laugh, herself.
“I’m really sorry, and I promise it won’t happen again,” said David.
“I was so tired last night I forgot to go to the bathroom before I went to bed,” he lied.
“Well, as you found out, I don’t fully trust boys and you have a plastic mattress cover on your bed. But I’m not going to be washing sheets all the time. If it happens again, just be warned that we have plenty of diapers and pairs of plastic pants and I can start treating you the same way we treat Steven.”
“Yes, ma’am,” said David humbly.
David thought that wetting the bed two days in a row might be too obvious so the next morning, when Steven asked with a chuckle if he had a dry bed, David was able to report that he did. Steven scowled and looked down at his plate.
The End of David Goes to College – Chapter Five.
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