David Goes to College – Chapter Ten

David Goes to College – Chapter Ten

After a time, David upped the ante a bit more. Coming home a bit early one day, he wet his pants the moment entered the house. As he stood in the foyer, he wet himself quite a bit more than he had done previously while watching TV in the evenings. The pee ran down his leg, leaving a wide wet stain on his pants leg all the way down to his socks. In fact, some of the pee had gone into his shoe and the shoe and sock were both wet as well.

Mrs. Walker wasn’t home yet, but both Sheila and Steven were there. Steven had seen David wet his pants on many occasions, but had never seen him to be as wet as he was this time. Sheila said she was shocked at his behavior and decided documentation was necessary.

She insisted David stand in the foyer while she fetched her camera. She took several pictures of David standing there in his wet pants before allowing him to strip off his pants and shorts. As he stripped, she took several additional pictures, which were added to her growing collection.

It was, Sheila felt, obvious that if David was going to go around wetting his pants so openly – no matter what time it was – then it meant he needed to spend more time in diapers. Clearly the boy should be put in a diaper immediately and be kept diapered for the remainder of the day.

“I’m not sure you shouldn’t be spanked,” she said with some asperity as she watched Steven pin the diaper on his older friend.

Oddly enough, neither boy had ever considered the possibility of being spanked. But after hearing Sheila’s comment, David looked up at Steven with arched brows. Steven returned the look and it was clear to both of them that the possibility of being spanked for wetting your pants had the potential to be arousing. But for the moment the idea was set aside. Steven completed the job of diapering the other boy and they all went into the den

David, Sheila and Steven sat around in the den watching TV and talking for about a quarter of an hour, before David made his next move.

“Uh, Sheila, would it be OK if you or Steven took off my diaper for a few minutes?”

“Certainly not,” replied Sheila, “you demonstrated quite convincingly that you needed to be in diapers and you’ll stay that way for the rest of the evening – in fact until tomorrow morning.”

“Yeah, but I’ve got to take a crap.” David let a look of worry cross his face. Steven watched, in a state of high alert, with widened eyes.

“Hmm,” Sheila pondered.

“No, you’re in diapers for the evening and that’s the way you’ll stay. Steven will just have to change you if you mess yourself.”

“Me?” exclaimed Steve, “why me? You’re the one who’s insisting he stay in a diaper, so you should change him.”

“Because I’m in charge, and I’ve got the pictures of both of you, so you’ll do as I say,” responded Sheila firmly.

David was ecstatic. This was exactly the answer he’d hoped for, but he carefully hid his elation.

“Well, OK, if you insist,” he replied. He stood up and turned to look straight at Sheila, his feet planted slightly apart. He put his hands on his hips and then, as he looked Sheila square in the eye, he began to fill the seat of his diaper. He felt the warm mess squeeze between the cheeks of his butt and then push into his crotch as the diaper resisted the increasing load. He wriggled around, and finally sat down on floor, squirming around and squishing the load in his diaper over his bottom, all the while watching Sheila is as deliberate and provocative manner as possible. He loved the sensuous feel of the warm mess as he wriggled his bottom against the floor. The smell was now evident to all.

Then, in a change of tone, gave Sheila an abashed look and whined like a small child, “Please, Sheila, Steven, I need to have my dirty diaper changed.”

At that moment, Mrs. Walker came in the door. She goggled at David, sitting on the floor in a diaper and demanded to know what was going on.

Sheila quickly explained that David has been a naughty boy and had wet his pants the moment he came in the house, so she had insisted that he be diapered immediately. Then, when he had to poop she further insisted that he use the diaper, and Steven was now going to have to change the messy boy.

“My goodness,” exclaimed the woman, “It seems like David is regressing rather quickly. Well, Steven, I guess you’d better get on with it.”

Steven fetched the rubberized changing cloth as well as a warm, wet wash cloth, and a clean diaper. While Steven was making his preparations, Sheila fetched her camera once again. David continued to squirm around on the floor, still enjoying the feel of his messy diaper.

Once both Steven and Sheila were prepared, David lay down on the changing cloth. Steven knelt down next to David and unpinned the diaper. He pulled the front of the diaper down, revealing David’s genitals and his very messy bottom. The mess had migrated almost all the way up to the top of his butt crack and was smeared across both cheeks. Sheila took picture after picture.

“My goodness you are a stinky mess, aren’t you?” Mrs. Walker asked with a wry smile.

Steven gazed at his friend’s messy butt and was astounded by how effective David had been at smearing the poop all over his bottom.

“Jeez, I don’t know where to start,” he said, as he held the wet wash cloth.

“Well, you’ve made a good start by bringing a wet wash cloth,” remarked his mother. She looked at her son curiously for a few moments and then turned her attention back to David’s dirty bottom.

“Well, the first thing you have to do,” she continued, “is to use the diaper itself to wipe as much of the mess off David’s bottom as you can. Although that’s going to be somewhat difficult this time, since David has left very little of the diaper clean. David, you have to lift your legs up in the air.”

David did as he was told, raising his legs into the air and grasped them with his hands for additional support. Then, Steven used the slightly wet front part of the diaper to begin wiping the mess off the boys exposed ass. As Steven wiped around the other boy’s anus, Sheila moved closer to take additional pictures. Although Steven had thought he was prepared for this from his previous experience, David was much messier than he had expected and Steven felt a little queasy. He was trying not to get any of the poop on his bare hand, and that made the whole task very difficult.

“Steven,” interjected the boy’s mother, “you will just have to face the fact that sometimes changing a diaper is a messy business. If you get a little poop on your hand it won’t hurt you. You just have to wash your hands thoroughly after the job is done.”

“Uh, Uh, yeah . . . OK, I guess,” Steven stammered, as he continued wiping David’s bottom.

“OK, I think you’ve done as well as you can with the diaper itself, “responded his mother, “so it’s now time to use that wet wash cloth you brought in.”

Stephen folded the messy side of the diaper over on itself, and pushed it aside. He picked up the wet wash cloth and began wiping David’s bottom with broad strokes.”

David recoiled momentarily from the touch of the wet cloth, and then brought his legs further up toward his head, giving Steven (and the others as well) a better view of his bottom. He felt the wet cloth wiping his crotch and gently caressing him just under his balls. His penis was hard, and throbbed with each beat of his heart.

“You’re doing good, honey,” said his mother warmly, “Maybe you have a natural instinct for taking care of babies – even babies as big as David.”

David blushed as he heard Mrs. Walker’s comments. Was he a big baby? Did he want to be babied? He knew he loved being in diapers. He loved the feel he got from pooping his pants or messing a diaper, but he really didn’t think he wanted to be a baby. Oh, it was OK for Mrs. Walker to describe him as being a big baby at a time like this, but he certainly didn’t want to revert totally to his infancy and the thought of ‘regressing’ was disturbing. No, being a big baby was not his desire. If nothing else, baby food was awful and having to drink form a bottle would be a major bother. Also, he thought computer games a lot better than playing with Legos.

Steven got up, remarking that he needed to rinse out the wash cloth, and went in to the bathroom. David lowered his legs and placed his feet on the ground while Mrs. Walker looked him over carefully and Sheila continued to snap pictures from all angles.

“OK, legs back up,” ordered Steven when he returned. It didn’t take much longer for the clean-up to be completed.

“Is that OK,” asked Steven, as he moved away from David to let his mother get a closer look.

Sheila and her mom both gave David a very careful examination, and they didn’t fail to notice the boy’s still throbbing erection.

“Hmm, yes, I must say I think you’ve done a fine job. One might almost think you’d done something like this before,” responded his mother with a hint of a smile.

“I think we can give you a break to go wash up. Sheila can finish putting David in a clean diaper.”

“What you need to do now,” she continued, addressing her son, “is take the messy diaper into the bathroom a rinse it in the toilet to get as much of the poop off it as you can. Then just put it in the diaper pail with the others.

Steven and his mother disappeared into the bathroom, but David could hear Mrs. Walker continuing to offer advice and instructions on what needed to be done. As Sheila pinned a clean diaper around him, David could hear the sound of the messy diaper being swished about in the toilet and then the sound of the toilet being flushed. Then the sounds of both Steven and his mother washing their hands.

“Well, David,” said Mrs. Walker as she and Steven emerged from the bathroom, “now you know what it’s like to have a very messy diaper changed. I hope we don’t have to do this too often, but you can see that we are prepared to treat you like a big baby if you act like one.”

“Yes, ma’am,” responded David.

“So let’s get this clear so there will be no misunderstandings,” Mrs. Walker continued.

“You are a big enough boy that you don’t need to be wetting your pants. If you do, you will be put in diapers immediately – no matter what time of day it is – and you will wear diapers for the remainder of the day, and of course – as always – you will go to bed wearing a diaper.”

“Yes, ma’am, I understand,” said David, nodding in agreement.

“One more thing,” said Mrs. Walker, with a note of severity in her voice.

“Little boys who wet their pants and have to be put back in diapers do not have the luxury of wearing clothes over their diapers unless it’s chilly enough to make that necessary. When you are in a diaper, the diaper and possibly a T-shirt are all you will wear.”

“Uh, OK, I understand,” replied David.

“And, if someone comes to the door, you can’t run and hide. Little boys in diapers just get seen by other people to be the little diaper boys they are. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” gulped David, getting somewhat apprehensive. Wetting his pants when he came home and pooping his diaper had been a total turn-on for the boy, but he began to think there could be a serious down-side to his activities.

The End of David Goes to College – Chapter Ten.

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