David Goes to College – Chapter Three
David woke suddenly from his dream. He felt a small spurt of urine escape and he realized his bladder was full to bursting; in his excitement over watching Steven getting diapered he’d forgotten to use the bathroom himself before retiring for the night. He jumped out of bed and hurried into the bathroom to relieve himself. As he stood at the toilet his mind drifted back to his dream. He was a little boy of about six or seven and he was playing outside. He had to go to the bathroom badly but he didn’t want to leave off playing. Finally he couldn’t hold it any longer and he wet his pants. It was at that point in the dream that he woke up, but now awake, David realized that he had been reliving a real event from his childhood. He remembered standing in his backyard and watching the wet stain spread across the front of his pants and run down his leg. His mother had come rushing out of the house yelling at him and demanding to know why he hadn’t come inside to use the bathroom.
“If this is the way you’re going to behave I’ll have to put you back in diapers and all the other boys will make fun of you,” she had threatened.
Of course, he had been careful not to wet his pants again and he certainly hadn’t wanted the other boys to make fun of him – did he? But why did the memory have such a strong hold on him? In fact he had wanted to wet his pants. He had liked seeing the wet stain spread across his trousers. He liked the feel of the warm liquid running spreading across his abdomen. On the other hand he didn’t really like the feel of the pee running down his legs. As he considered these things, David thought about how often he’d held off going to
the bathroom – deliberately risking a wet pants accident – holding it in until the urine started to spurt out and then rushing to the bathroom, frantically unzipping his pants and pulling his penis out just in time to avoid a major embarrassment. As he headed back to bed, David’s heart raced at the intensity of the memory.
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The next morning progressed much as the previous morning, but when it was time for Steven to have his diaper removed, David was again asked to accompany Sheila and Steven as they went into Steven’s room. The room was much as it had been the night before with the exception that this time the bed clothes were in a tangled and rumpled mess.
“OK, last night you saw how to put the diaper on him, so let’s see you take it off this morning,” Sheila said to David.
“First, since he’s probably wet you need to make sure you don’t get the bed clothes wet when changing him. I call it ‘changing him’ but I suppose that really applies only to taking one diaper off him and putting another one on. Oh, well. In any case, you need to put the rubber sheet on the bed before you do anything else.” David found it very strange the way Sheila chattered on, speaking of Steven almost as if he wasn’t there. Steven, in the mean time, was rolling his eyes and doing is best to convey the message that he was bored and couldn’t we just get it over with?
The rubber sheet turned out to be a small piece of rubberized cloth approximately 3 feet long a 2 feet wide. Sheila spread it out on the bed and gestured to Steven, who obediently removed his T-shirt and then lay on his back with his bottom on the center of the cloth.
“OK, now Steven will lift up his butt and you pull the plastic pants down to his ankles.”
As Steven lifted his bottom up, David leaned over the boy and placed his hands on opposite sides of the plastic pants. He paused a moment, surprised at how soft the plastic felt to the touch. It was a milky translucent white in color and you could see the white diaper underneath. He tugged the pants down. Once again he felt his own penis start to get hard and he hoped neither Sheila nor Steven would notice. Steven lowered his bottom back down to the bed and lifted up his feet. As David pulled the plastic pants over Steven’s feet he noticed the smell of fresh urine and tiny droplets of liquid clinging to the plastic pants. There was no hint of ammonia and as he pulled the plastic pants down he had felt warmth rising from the wet diaper. David was now quite sure that when Steven came to the breakfast table that morning he’d been dry.
“OK, if the plastic pants aren’t too wet you can just hang them on the doorknob for a moment. Now it’s you have to really check and see whether or not baby Steven is wet.”
For a moment Steven turned to scowl at his sister but his gaze quickly turned back to David who realized that Steven was watching his crotch. He felt his penis strain at the confines of his trousers. Sheila might not have noticed, but Steven certainly had.
“Yes, you can easily see that he’s very wet,” announced Sheila.
The white diaper, heavy and clinging to Steven’s groin, was stained yellow and clearly well soaked, a fact that David had already noticed.
“Now undo the pins and put them aside.” David followed Sheila’s instructions and as he did so he noticed that the diaper seemed to be not as tight as it had been the night before. He realized that the wetness had relaxed the material and allowed it to stretch.
“Then pull the wet diaper out from under him and throw it in the diaper pail. That’s all there is to it,” concluded Sheila on an almost triumphant note.
David again followed the instructions and was surprised at how heavy the diaper felt. He held it aloft for a moment, holding it with two fingers. Then he turned and with his other hand, opened the lid of the diaper pail. He tossed the warm, wet, and heavy piece of cloth into the pail where it landed with a soft thud on the diapers from previous nights. The smell of the older diapers was strong and unpleasant and David quickly closed and sealed the top of the pail.
Steven was left lying on the rubber sheet, naked under the gaze of his sister and David. Sheila said nothing further, but turned and left the room. David, however, stood over the younger boy for a few moments observing the boy’s small cock rising from its bed of sparse, fine hair, growing in size and standing rigidly at attention. Steven’s eyes moved slyly to meet David’s. With a sudden smile the boy was up and off the bed, his rigid penis pointing toward the ceiling.
“I’ve got to take a shower and get ready for school,” he announced as he walked out of the room, heading toward the bathroom.
David could hardly breathe. His pants could hardly contain him and he was becoming quite uncomfortable. He reached into his pants and fumbled with his penis, trying to free it from the tangle of his underwear. Alas, he had no time for another round of masturbation, and he quickly exited Steven’s room and headed for his own.
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That evening David was once again taken into Steven’s room, but this time instead of watching Sheila put Steven in his nighttime diaper, Sheila watched while David did it. After checking to see that David had gotten the diaper properly tight around Steven’s waist and that there were no bits of diaper sticking out of the plastic pants she pronounced herself satisfied that David could do the job properly.
Once again, David returned to his room in a state of arousal. As he satisfied his needs he fantasized about what it would be like if he were in Steven’s place.
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Once again he awoke with a start and a strong need to pee. For a moment he considered the possibility, just the possibility, of simply lying there and wetting the bed. But he couldn’t quite make up his mind and his need was too urgent. He hurried into the bathroom and relieved his bursting bladder.
The End of David Goes to College – Chapter Three.
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